The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Yang Jian fell asleep for more than three hundred years.

If it wasn't for his breath growing slowly every moment, Ao Xinke and the others certainly wouldn't be able to survive for so long.

But fortunately, when Yang Jian seemed to be about to make a breakthrough in his drowsiness, the vertical eyes on his forehead slowly opened, and a ray of divine light blasted through the top of the fairy palace, blasted away the Meishan formation, and shone in the sky for a moment.

Countless monks looked in the direction of Meishan, and many of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Because that golden body avenue once again opened up the sea of ​​Taoism, which is more powerful and a little more domineering than it was hundreds of years ago.

Half a day later, Yang Jian's forehead eyes closed slowly, Yang Jian sighed softly, opened his eyes, and lay there without moving for a long time.

At this time, Yao Ji, Xiao Chan, and Yang Jian's three wives were already waiting at the side. Seeing Yang Jian not moving, no one dared to make any noise.

Finally, Yang Jian raised his hand to sit up, and Ao Xinke hurried forward to help him.

The surging profound energy in Yang Jian's body suddenly disappeared, and his figure was a little flimsy. If Ao Xinke hadn't saved it in time, he might lie back again.

With a painful snort, Yang Jian pressed his temples and asked in a low voice, "How long have I been unconscious?"

"Three hundred years."

"For so long... the prehistoric..."

Yang Jian's spiritual consciousness expanded, and he immediately saw the scene between heaven and earth at this time.

In the past three hundred years, more than a dozen mortals have been born. Although the six reincarnation disks are missing, there are almost twice as many creatures in the prehistoric world than after the end of the war.

"elder brother!"

Xiao Chan'er called softly, then couldn't help but ran over and threw herself into Yang Jian's arms, weeping softly.

Yang Jian patted her on the head with a smile, and said to Yao Ji: "Don't worry my mother, I'm safe and sound."

"My son really worked too hard," Yao Ji said with a heartache.

Feng Wu on the side asked worriedly: "But my husband, you had plenty of mana in your body before, why did you suddenly..."

"I used it to repair hidden wounds," Yang Jian explained with a smile.

"Little Chan'er, don't delay your brother's getting close to your sisters-in-law, and follow your mother to prepare some food and drinks."

"Oh!" Yang Xiaochan blinked at Yang Jian, then quickly ran over to support her mother, and left the fairy palace with Chu Qian and others.

Yang Jian hugged Ao Xinke in his arms, opened the black turtle belt, and the little eagle that had recovered from his injuries flew out with fluttering wings, and ran to the corner to tease Xiao Tiangou.

He opened his arms to the side again, and said with a smile: "Come on, let my husband see if you have gained weight."

Xiao Lan pushed Feng Wu, and Feng Wu pulled Xiao Lan, and the two floated to Yang Jian's side with red faces.

Ruanxiang was in his arms, but Yang Jian just hugged them hard, his eyes were a little dazed, and he sighed softly.

The smile just now was actually just because he didn't want to make his mother and little sister worry too much.

"Six Paths of Reincarnation and Empress Nuwa..."

"Husband," Ao Xinke struggled in her heart, heard Yang Jian's temptation to ask but didn't dare to ask, so she whispered in detail what happened after Yang Jian fell asleep from exhaustion that day.

They were worried that Yang Jian would be annoyed or furious, but Yang Jian just hugged them.

Yang Jian sighed: "Forget it, after all, I couldn't protect it. It's not bad that the flood can be continued temporarily."

"Husband," Xiao Lan said softly, "Even if we are just taking care of ourselves temporarily, there is still room for relaxation."

"Actually, I also feel sorry for you." Yang Jian smiled wryly. "I was a bit superior that day. I wanted to exchange my life with Ksitigarbha, but I left you all behind."

"Husband..."

Ao Xinke called out softly, but when Yang Jian lowered his head, he saw that the lady who was usually the most stable, but in fact the most thin-faced, took the initiative to come up to her.

The beauty is hard to refuse, and the depression in Yang Jian's heart also turned into a little ripple.

"Husband, you promised that after the catastrophe, we will have a son and a half daughter."

"Well, my husband has to admit it."

"I also want!"

Yang Jian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Having children is not something you just talk about, and you can ask for it if you want it.

But before he had time to explain, he had already been pushed down on the bed by the three ladies, the surrounding curtains fell layer by layer, and the neon clothes and feather clothes fluttered gently.

this……

"My husband is just recovering from his injury, just lie down."

A certain Zhenjun immediately showed a comfortable smile, but deep in the smile, it was still difficult to hide the darkness in his heart.

In fact, the three of them just wanted to take care of Yang Jian, and the husband has a temperament that would never tell them about his troubles. Apart from his favorite sex in bed, they didn't know how to do something for him.

Half a day later, under Xiao Chan'er's narrow gaze, Yang Jian appeared refreshed in the main hall of Meishan, Ao Xinke accompanied him calmly, Xiao Lan and Feng Wu excused themselves from being unwell and did not come out for a walk.

The fairy banquet has changed from a family banquet to a celebration for Yang Jian.

A big round table was set up, Yao Ji arranged dozens of dishes, and more than 20 seats were placed around it.

The real Yuding appeared and was invited to the main seat. Yang Jian went to salute the master and sat by the master's hand.

Not long after, the six friends of Meishan and Bai Ze came to visit together, and there were several waves of great powers outside Meishan asking to see...

Soon, there was no room for one seat, so Ao Xinke hastily arranged two secondary seats to entertain Nezha and others who rushed over.

When the banquet started, there were already more than a hundred people in the hall, including two Daoist sages. Besides Daoist Yuding, there was Daozi Tianyan who joined in the fun.

In addition to the two great saints on the main table, they are all powerful people with a reputation in the prehistoric world.

Representatives of Guang Chengzi, Chi Jingzi, Huanglong Taoist, and Qingxu Daodezhenjun came to express condolences, and two of Zhao Gongming, Qiong Xiao, and Shitianjun came to visit as representatives of Jiejiao.

There are also Li Jing, Marshal of the Heavenly Court Army and Horses, the two emperors Fuxi and Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor of Huoyun Cave, the Great Immortal Zhenyuan, the Immortal Wuhuo, such ancient powers...

The Immortal Banquet just started, and the silk and bamboo music seemed to be very enjoyable.

It seemed that everyone was avoiding something on purpose, and everyone was observing Yang Jian's expression.

Until Yang Jian's smile gradually subsided, he put the empty wine glass on the table, sat there without speaking for a long time, and the whole hall fell silent.

Ao Xinke made a gesture, and the music stopped.

Tianyan Daozi asked: "What are you going to do?"

"Retreat, break through."

Yang Jian simply said two words, "If I can break through to the strongest, I'll try to see if I can save Empress Nuwa back. But doing so is too risky, and if I don't notice it will bring endless disasters to the prehistoric people, I still have some hesitation."

Master Yuding closed his eyes and sighed softly, but didn't say much.

Daozi Tianyan nodded slightly, and said: "You really need to be more cautious. The current prehistoric situation is due to the hard work of you and the great mage Xuandu. Xuandu is under the control of that white-clothed woman at this time, and how many of the nine most powerful people are far above that Xumo and Dizang..."

Yang Jian smiled bitterly and said, "So I'm thinking, how to break through at least to the level where I can fight their eldest sister before the Eternal God King is resurrected by them."

"It's hard," Tianyan Daozi held up his glass, "it's better to drink a bar, it's not bad to be drunk."

"Where there is a will, there is a way. I always want to try," Yang Jian sighed softly, with a little sadness in his eyes.

All the great powers around were ashamed.

Yang Jian and Tianyan Daozi seem to be chatting about family matters, but in their words, they are already thinking about how to break through to the realm of the strongest and how to fight against the nine strongest.

But they can only think about how to deal with their own enemies when the next catastrophe comes.

"The place of sword testing has been open for three hundred years, and a lot of talented people have come out of it," Tianyan Daozi said in a low voice, "If you can break through to the strongest level, we don't have to be afraid of Xumo or Ksitigarbha next time."

Yang Jian nodded slightly, and also felt that saying this on this occasion would easily affect the hearts of others.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore, drink and eat food, today we only talk about romance, not about cultivation."

Daozi Tianyan scolded with a smile: "Only talking about Fengyue and not cultivating Taoism? What else do you want everyone to talk about? People here, what else can they talk about besides cultivating Taoism?"

Zhao Gongming muttered in a low voice: "How about making money and making treasures?"

Everyone around Daxiu chuckled, and the atmosphere finally eased up.

When the fairy feast was about to end, Zixia just came in a hurry, and she just got the news that her master had woken up during the retreat.

This little fairy has become a 'big fairy' at this time, her cultivation base is at the peak of quasi-sage, and there is some ethereal dao charm around her.

She was dressed in a white dress, with a little makeup on, and her long hair fluttered like a fairy.

She bowed down in front of Yang Jian and said in a sobbing voice: "This disciple is not filial. He only wants to practice in seclusion. He failed to accompany and take care of Master. Please punish him."

"The teacher is not dead, why are you crying?"

Yang Jian laughed and cursed, while Ao Xinke helped her up, trying to wipe away the tears on Zixia's cheeks, but found that her face was smooth and translucent, with a sly smile on her lips.

"Go and meet Master!" Yang Jian cursed angrily.

Zixia walked to the side with small steps, and bowed to Master Yuding, "Meet Master."

"good."

Master Yuding showed a kind smile, and conveniently stuffed a few bottles of freshly refined elixirs, making Zixia laugh non-stop.

Ao Xinke said softly to Yang Jian: "Xia'er actually wanted to take care of you before, but you were occupied by our three mistresses all day long, and she didn't have a chance to take care of you, so she went to retreat by herself in the place of sword testing."

Yang Jian smiled and shook his head.

"Yang Jian, it's fine if you wake up, and we won't disturb your family's reunion," Xuanyuan Huangdi got up to say goodbye, and the surrounding masters also got up after seeing this.

Yang Jian stayed for a few words, then sent them out of the main hall, and watched them leave the Meishan formation.

After these great powers left, several uncles and uncles who explained the teaching also came to tell Yang Jian a few words, telling him not to think too much and take care of himself at ease. The fate of Honghuang is actually a later story.

Yang Jian nodded in response, but only said that he would continue to practice in seclusion, and didn't mention whether he would try it himself.

After a while, there was no more excitement in the fairy palace, but Yang Jian kept several of his juniors and held another small banquet for Zixia to eat and drink.

But during the dinner, Yang Jian stared at Lei Zhenzi without saying a word, which made Lei Zhenzi a little restless.

At this time, he has become a virtuous saint, and he is in harmony with the way of heaven, and he is in charge of the power of heaven and punishment.

But under Yang Jian's gaze, Lei Zhenzi felt that he was gradually out of breath...