The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Seeing a mountain is not a mountain, seeing a cloud is not a cloud.

Looking left and right with shallow eyes, it turned out to be the person in the dream.

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A lonely figure in a vast world that is about to die.

This piece of heaven and earth should have been cut off because of the powerful fighting technique, destroying the great array of heaven and earth here; if there is no such a big array, the aura of this place will quickly dissipate, and the monks here will no longer be able to practice.

The abyss, which is tens of thousands of miles long, is the 'scar' of this great world, and the formation of heaven and earth is also broken because of this.

Although the aura gradually dissipated, the human race still showed its own strong "survival power", multiplying and living in this world, life is endless, and the torch is passed on from generation to generation.

The solitary figure was sitting in front of this world, quietly watching the world that carried her many memories, but just sat there and did not move forward.

"I've come here, why don't you go back and have a look?"

This clear and steady voice is equally familiar and nostalgic.

She turned her head to look, and saw the young man in the blue Taoist robe walking towards her; she lowered her head and glanced at herself, and finally she, who was already slim, became the thin girl again.

The surrounding light and shadow flowed, and the two appeared in a lively small town inn.

The boy was pulling the girl to stand at the door, and the little girl inside ran over eagerly.

"The two guest officers, are you going to eat or stay at the hotel?"

"Eat something, and make all of your signboards again," the young man threw a piece of gold cake, and the little girl knew what to buy, and hurriedly bowed to him, letting the little Taoist master bring the girl into the private room.

She just quietly looked up at the young man, a few mortals were walking back and forth, and the table in the private room was quickly filled with dishes.

Neither of them moved their chopsticks.

"Am I in a dream?" the girl asked in a low voice.

The young man smiled and nodded, "In your dream and mine, I was afraid to delay your cultivation and enlightenment, so I broke into your dream."

"Oh," she replied, and then blinked lightly, and the appearance of both of them changed.

The boy turned into a young man, naturally Yang Jian; the girl also 'grew up' again, with a gentle smile on her delicate face, very similar to the smile of the sister in Yang Jian's impression.

"What happened?" Yang Jian asked softly.

"It's troubling you again," she sighed softly, "Actually, I don't know, I just feel that my cultivation has become more and more difficult, and I have stagnated even more recently."

Yang Jian said, "Give me your hand."

"Well," Liu Ya blushed, but this was a dream after all, and she was much bolder than usual, rolled up Luo Qun's sleeves, clenched her small fist, and handed it to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian began to diagnose her pulse with a decent face, and soon began to show a thoughtful expression.

For some reason, Liuya's way was completely messed up.

This kind of chaos does not seem to be a result of a day, but a long-term accumulation of 'mess'.

It seems that for Liuya, she originally wanted to take another path, but by accident, she still took the method of the six paths.

But now, the more she comprehends the art of reincarnation, the more difficult it is for her to break through, and recently she has been retreating continuously...

"I don't know, I always feel that everything is not going well in my practice," Liuya smiled bitterly, and then forced herself to smile, "However, I probably have reached my limit and can't move forward. I have failed your expectations, brother Yang Jian, and wasted a lot of treasures."

"You can't say that, don't worry, let's eat slowly, let me analyze it for you."

Yang Jian actually hesitated to speak.

When he was searching for Liuya just now, he had vaguely grasped some problems, but these words were not sure at the moment, and he couldn't tell Liuya, lest she think too much.

Eating in a dream may not satisfy your hunger, but it may satisfy your gluttony.

The two started to move their chopsticks, but they ate happily.

Yang Jian seemed to be chatting about family affairs, and asked the six girls beside him: "When did you start to be unable to increase your cultivation base?"

"Probably more than 600 years ago... just a hundred years after entering the sword-testing place," Liuya replied vaguely, and the food was full of fragrance.

Yang Jian glanced at her, Liu Ya giggled, wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, and returned to being dignified, elegant and well-behaved.

"You must have something on your mind, right?" Yang Jian said with a smile, "Could it be that you have taken a fancy to someone who is behind?"

If it were someone else, such teasing would definitely make the other person's face flush, most of the prehistoric female cultivators are very conservative.

But Liuya was different. Instead, she blinked at Yang Jian, and then said aggrievedly: "Brother Yang Jian, you made fun of me again. I can eat people's luck. These children don't even dare to think about their love."

"Aren't you recovered now?"

"Hmm... There should be some influence in the invisible," Liu Ya said seriously, and Yang Jian really thought about it seriously.

With a chuckle, Liuya patted the table and said happily, "I'm lying to you, I'm fine now. But brother Yang Jian is worried about me, I'm really happy from the bottom of my heart. It's just that my cultivation has gone wrong, and I can't help you too much."

Yang Jian tapped her forehead with a chopstick, and Liu Ya puffed up her mouth and pretended to be innocent for a while.

"I'm here to ask you what problems you have encountered in cultivating the Tao. If you have any problems, just tell them, and there will definitely be a solution," Yang Jian cursed with a smile, "If sister Houtu knows that you are so naughty, she will definitely take you back and strictly discipline her."

The corners of Liuya's mouth curled slightly, as if she didn't care.

"If I know what's wrong, I'm afraid I've figured out a solution...Brother Yang Jian, I'm a little tired after hundreds of years, so let's just forget it."

There seemed to be nothing lost in Liuya's bright eyes, and she smiled and said the words to make Yang Jian give up on her.

"Anyway, I have improved a lot, and I can kill more enemies for Honghuang."

Yang Jian suddenly asked seriously: "Are you wary of me?"

Liu Ya immediately shook her head.

"Relax, let me enter your altar," Yang Jian raised his palm, Liu Ya blinked, and then his eyes averted a little.

"Brother, forget it...I..."

"You really don't want to go further, and don't want to seize your chance to become enlightened?"

Liuya's eyes struggled a little, then she sighed faintly, her face flushed, and she quickly returned to normal.

"Brother, just come in."

Yang Jian nodded slightly, then raised his hand and tapped Liu Ya's forehead.

The surrounding lights and shadows flowed rapidly, Yang Jian seemed to break into a cloud, and this cloud was Liu Ya's consciousness in a dream.

There seems to be a silk thread in front of Yang Jian to guide him forward. Yang Jian strode forward, like a fisherman who broke into the depths of Taoyuan, and saw many beautiful scenery of "both sides" in the clouds and mist.

All he saw was from Liuya's perspective, and gradually, he also understood why Liuya was so coy before...

In other words, life in Wa Palace is pretty good.

Practicing, enlightening, listening to the preaching of the sage and empress, and having a lot of free time to travel around the mountains and rivers, and a few little sisters met to play.

The cloud and mist opened in front, and suddenly an extremely clear scene appeared, but listening to the laughter, I saw a few girls playing in the clear mountain spring, and their fragrance was lingering for a while...

Yang Jian quickly closed his eyes, but there was his own sister inside!

Covering his head and rushing over, Yang Jian continued to move forward. After walking a few steps, he saw pictures of various girls bathing and playing in the mountain stream. These pictures were extremely clear and conveyed joyful emotions.

Obviously, these are Liuya's precious memories.

Of course, not all the precious memories are related to bathing, but at least they accounted for more than half of them, which made Yang Jian a little suspicious, whether Liu Ya has some preference for women...

Be careful, be careful.

All the way towards the Liuya Lingtai, I really encountered a scene that made Yang Jian feel flushed.

But those were all acts of a girl with a bit of curiosity, and there was nothing too outrageous about it.

Regarding personal privacy, Yang Jian still respects it very much, and if he writes down these pictures himself, he will definitely not spread them to the outside world...

Finally, the clouds gradually dissipated, and a small world appeared in front of Yang Jian.

Lingtai.

What came into view was a gigantic disc, which was the phantom of the six reincarnation discs, stretching across the sky, exuding the rhyme of dao that suppresses everything.

And in the center of Xiaotiandi, the slender girl was sitting there trembling all over, looking up at the six reincarnation disks from time to time...

Something is wrong with this situation.

This six-path reincarnation disk should be the way of Liuya, and it can be fully displayed in the quasi-sage realm. It is the way that ordinary quasi-sages and major cultivators would be very envious of, with many unimaginable mysteries.

But the Dao and the monks should be interdependent and complement each other, and Liuya's primordial spirit is actually oppressed by this Dao at this time!

This is the reason why Liuya's cultivation base does not advance but retreats.

As for why this happened, Yang Jian still needs to investigate carefully; he has already broken into Liuya's altar and is in a dream, so Yang Jian can let go of his hands and feet without worrying about hurting Liuya.

Stepping up and down, several scrolls suddenly appeared in front of Yang Jian's eyes, and slowly spread out in front of him.

This is the memory that Liuya hid in her heart. At this moment, she was moved by Yang Jian. Even if Liuya deliberately stopped it, she still showed it in front of Yang Jian.

When the picture scroll was opened, there were several portraits, and Yang Jian was a little bit embarrassed.

Isn't this exactly who I was when I was a teenager?

There are two lines of small poems written next to each painting. When Yang Jian looked at it, Liuya's soft voice appeared along with the scroll...

'Ask you to know that your daughter is worried, and miss you if you don't see her. '

Yang Jian:……

In the dream, in the private room of the inn, Liu Ya's face was hot, and she secretly opened her eyes to look at Yang Jian, and her breathing was a little difficult.

Inside the altar, Yang Jian laughed dumbly, but didn't say much. He walked around the picture scroll and continued to move forward, until he came to the primordial spirit she was meditating under the tree.

Looking up from this position, I saw that the six reincarnation discs were like the pupil of a giant eye, emitting a faint but strange arc of light all the time...

Yang Jian closed his eyes to understand, and gradually, he realized a little bit, and sighed softly.

"It turned out to be like this."