The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Following the guidance of that voice, Yang Jian floated down the sky, concealed his whereabouts and traveled south for thousands of miles, and arrived at the back mountain of a great sect of immortals.

From a distance, Yang Jian saw a 'mountain pavilion' on the high mountain.

It is a bit inaccurate to say it is a pavilion, because the pavilion is too big, more like a palace supported by four pillars.

There are layers of white curtains hanging in the pavilion, and the breeze blows slowly, floating like a fairyland.

In the pavilion, you can see the beauty of the mountains and forests up close, and the ups and downs of the mountains in the distance. When you look up, you can see everything in the world, but it is a very good place to go.

From a distance, Yang Jian saw several women flying out of the pavilion and drifting towards the distant mountain top, where there seemed to be a courtyard hidden in the clouds and mist.

In order not to be rude, he didn't look at those women too much, but just flew towards the pavilion.

When he got a little closer, he heard a loud laugh, and the handsome middle-aged man in the pavilion greeted him, and said with a laugh: "I heard Lu Chunyang mention you more than once, I didn't expect to see you today, you really are a hero out of a boy!"

Yang Jian landed outside the pavilion and shouted to the inside: "The senior summoned the junior, I don't know what it is."

The middle-aged man said with a smile: "Why did you call me or not? You are the Marshal of the Heavenly Court, so don't say such cruel words casually."

"It's the younger generation who used the words incorrectly," Yang Jian made a bow, and the man in the pavilion also bowed back.

"Come in and talk. I asked the ladies to prepare food and drinks for us. If you don't get drunk today, you won't go home!"

Yang Jian smiled and nodded, showing some humility again. After being dragged by the arm impatiently by the middle-aged man, the two entered the pavilion together.

Yang Jian is not pretending to be a gesture, it is purely just the respect that one of the Three Sovereigns and Five Sovereigns should have.

Who is it that is not Xuanyuan who invited him to the banquet today?

Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor actually has another meaning in Yang Jian's heart. After all, he has claimed to be a descendant of Yan and Huang for 23 years, and his cognition has been like this since he was a child.

Of course, this Xuanyuan may not be the Xuanyuan of later generations, but his life has many similarities with the "history" known to Yang Jian.

"Yang Xiaoyou, just sit down. Don't be too restrained, I'm not the master of the Three Realms."

Yang Jian said with a smile: "If I sit with the ruler of the Three Realms, I'm afraid I won't be so restrained."

"Hahaha, interesting, interesting." Emperor Xuanyuan clapped his hands and smiled, sitting cross-legged on the side of the low table.

Yang Jian also sat down cross-legged, and the two faced each other a few feet away, but Yang Jian was wondering whether Emperor Xuanyuan called him here because of the Xuanyuan Tomb.

That's right.

Xuanyuan didn't mention this at the beginning, but just chatted with each other.

Xuanyuan held the wine glass, Yang Jian held the wine glass in both hands to greet each other, and said: "The last time I went to Huoyun Cave, I also saw the inner demons you experienced."

Yang Jian was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled wryly.

"Actually, you don't need to worry too much about this matter," Xuanyuan said with a smile, "It's right for a man to stand in the world and respect etiquette and law, but you don't have to restrain yourself too much in such things."

Yang Jian: You can't restrain yourself.

He doesn't have the realm of the Xuanyuan clan...

"I shouldn't refute my senior's good words of persuasion, but I have a conclusion on this matter in my heart."

The implication is that there is no need to mention this matter, he can solve it himself.

Xuanyuan nodded with a smile, drank a few more glasses of wine with Yang Jian, and finally asked the "problem" that made Yang Jian come here.

"Today, there is a rumor from the monster clan that you are going to the Xuanyuan Tomb to find opportunities. Is this true?" Xuanyuan asked with a smile, but the smile was a little weird.

Yang Jian suddenly didn't know how to answer.

You can't say something like 'the junior really has the idea of ​​digging the grave of the senior', that way Xuanyuan's temper is probably going to draw his sword no matter how good he is.

However, it is impossible for Yang Jian to tell Daji to trouble him, but he didn't know how to speak for a while...

Xuanyuan said with a smile: "The previous life is gone, don't worry about it."

"The younger generation really has the idea to go and have a look." Yang Jian looked a little embarrassed, put down his glass, and said, "Cultivation feels that I am insignificant. Now that the catastrophe is ahead, I dare not not find more ways to protect myself."

"Hahaha! I really don't blame you, nor do I want to stop you," Xuanyuan couldn't help shaking his head and chuckling, "I called you here because I want to get to know you, secondly, I want to ask you something, and thirdly, I still want to ask you first before making any plans."

Xuanyuan's last "Three Comes" was somewhat vague.

Yang Jian said: "Please show me, senior."

"Is the highest state of eighty-nine profound arts, supernatural powers, comparable to quasi-sages?"

When Xuanyuan asked this sentence, Yang Jian was also taken aback.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a question about self-cultivation.

"It should be possible." Yang Jian didn't say anything to death. Although he had confidence in the Bajiu Xuangong, Honghuang really didn't rely on the Bajiu Xuangong to become a powerful existence at this time.

At least among the great powers Yu Ding knows, no one has practiced Bajiu Xuangong to the extreme. After all, Bajiu Xuangong is inherently deficient.

Xuanyuan nodded lightly, and after thinking about it, he said after a while, "I'm waiting here today because I actually want to make an exchange with you, fellow Taoist."

"exchange?"

"That's right." Mrs. Xuanyuan nodded lightly, then smiled wryly, and said, "You should know, my follower."

Yang Jian couldn't help being silent, commenting on the other party's footsteps in front of the senior expert, this is something that offends people to death, of course he will not do it.

But the Xuanyuan clan began to vomit bitterness after a soft sigh...

"Almost everyone in Honghuang knows that I am the human emperor who was reincarnated from the soul of the mysterious tortoise in Beizhou. The place where the tortoise is buried is also called the Xuanyuan Tomb. This matter really makes me hard to let go!"

Xuanyuan shook his head and sighed softly, "I am the black turtle, and the black turtle is also me. Originally, I practiced peacefully and peacefully in Beiju Luzhou, without cause and effect, without karma, and without merit, free and easy, and with countless years of accumulated mana, not controlled by the law of heaven."

"Unexpectedly, once those magic powers turned into poisonous miasma, and the four saints took action, I really looked beautiful."

When Xuanyuan said this, she already gritted her teeth.

When they ascended to Huoyun Cave, they had already realized their past and present lives. Speaking of Xuanyuan Clan and Xuan Gui, they had a 'brilliant record', and the only time in the long years was when four saints attacked at the same time, and they beheaded it.

Yang Jian thought a little bit in his heart, and asked, "Senior, do you want me to seek revenge on the person who told the mysterious turtle back then?"

Xuanyuan was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head and chuckled, "You are really smart, I just complained a few words, and you have figured out what I want."

When Xuanyuan asked Yang Jian if he could fight the Zhunsheng after the eighty-nine mystical kung fu was accomplished, he was actually just asking about Yang Jian's potential.

If Yang Jian said yes, he would give his own condition - the treasure of Xuanyuan's tomb, in exchange for Yang Jian's one shot after he became a master.

Yang Jian had guessed all of these, and Xuanyuan didn't know how to speak for a while.

"Senior's current cultivation is bound to contribute to good fortune, why do you need junior..."

"It's quite troublesome to explain this matter," Xuanyuan said with a smile, "probably because of the restrictions of heaven, I can't wait too long away from Huoyun Cave, no matter how high my cultivation is, I'm just a prisoner imprisoned by heaven."

Yang Jian's face was also a little gloomy.

The three emperors and five emperors who are respected by the human race also have such difficulties; when Xuanyuan Huangdi said the word "prisoner", the disappointment in his eyes cannot be faked.

"Who was the one who killed Xuangui back then?"

"Monster, Kunpeng."

Yang Jian was startled for a moment.

Kunpeng is still alive?

The Xuanyuan family seemed to know what Yang Jian was thinking, nodded slightly, and said: "Although his whereabouts are unknown, he is indeed still alive. In the past, I practiced with him in the North Sea. During the Dragon and Phoenix Tribulation, we had some friendship, but it coveted the Kaihong Xuanzhu in my body. It killed two birds with one stone, causing the Tianzhu to collapse and four saints to cut off my limbs."

Xuanyuan sighed, "The saints took action to save the world. I don't blame them. The demon master Kunpeng plotted with Gong Gong Zhu Rong before killing me and stripping my Kaihong Xuanzhu from my body! If I can get out of Huoyun Cave, I will go to him to fight to the death!"

After thinking about it, Yang Jian nodded slowly.

"If you can use me in the future, please let me know."

"You agreed?"

Xuanyuan looked at Yang Jian with a little astonishment.

What kind of character is the demon master Kunpeng...

Yang Jian said with a smile: "That was after my profound kung fu was accomplished. If my profound kung fu is perfected and there are still people who are afraid of saints, then the profound kung fu left by the Great God Pan Gu is worthless."