The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Yuquan Mountain, Jinxia Cave.

Not long after Yang Jian left, Master Yuding stood under the shade of a tree on the side of the mountain for a long time.

Yang Jian is his only disciple. After Yang Jian completes Xuan Gong, he will inherit his mantle and pass on his way.

Having a disciple is much better than practicing alone.

Even if one day he becomes enlightened, some people will definitely remember and hang on to himself.

Master Yuding didn't want him to spread his Taoism to the prehistoric world, but sometimes he thought, if he transformed into Taoism, who would remember him?

"cough!"

Master Yuding suddenly coughed and stroked his chest, a little melancholy appeared on his plain face.

The wisp of dark yellow blood in the palm of the hand turned into a little crystal powder, floating in the air.

With a soft sigh, Master Yuding took out an iron plate from his sleeve, and rubbed his fingers lightly on the iron surface, as if he was comforting his most cherished treasure, for fear of leaving a trace of dirt.

If Yang Jian was here, he would definitely glance at the deepest corner of the Xuangui belt in surprise.

This iron plate is exactly the same in texture and appearance as the one that Yang Jian got from Old Man Xuan Gui, except that the words engraved on it have changed.

The side of Yang Jian is 'Jiu', but the side in the hands of Master Yuding is 'Two'.

"Every nine is the extreme, but I never thought that the ninth place is the Xuangui Tomb, and he was also involved in this matter. The arrangement of the saint is a blessing or a curse, a blessing and a curse, the saint... the saint..."

Master Yuding slowly closed his eyes, as if he had merged into this world, and remained silent for a long time.

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was a few days and nights, maybe it was just a moment, Master Yuding turned around and took a step, and his figure floated into Jinxia Cave.

The door of the cave was slowly closed without disturbing the figures in the attic.

Back on the futon that he had been sitting on for an unknown amount of time and had already merged with the ground, Master Yuding would continue to rest his eyes with his eyes closed, just like what he had experienced for so many years, practice with peace of mind and not think about him.

But just as Master Yuding was about to close his eyes, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

There seems to be something strange in this cave.

Daoist Yuding has practiced in this cave for too long. From the day he entered the sect of Yuanshi Tianzun, this place became his dojo.

Looking towards the water pool, there is a ball of profound energy lingering on the stone chair that Master Yuding often sits on.

It was this ball of profound energy that almost escaped the eyes of Master Yuding.

Master Yuding raised his hand, and a jade bottle flew out of the profound energy and landed in front of him.

Immortal Yuding is very familiar with this jade bottle, not only is it familiar, it is also the jade bottle that he often uses to hold elixirs, and he refined hundreds of them at the same time.

No need to uncork the bottle, as soon as he took it, Master Yuding knew the medicinal properties and spirituality of the elixir.

"Nine turns? Soul cultivation?"

Master Yuding frowned, opened the cork, and looked at the twelve red bean-like pills.

Nine-turn soul elixir.

It is quite difficult to obtain materials for this elixir. It is very difficult and rare to gather the precious materials used in a batch of elixir. Although it is an elixir of the Nine-Turn Consummation category, it takes ten times more energy to refine it than a batch of Nine-Turn Golden Pill.

Moreover, the function after practice is determined by the way of heaven.

These twelve elixirs are considered the ultimate soul-nourishing elixirs, and they can indeed heal the wounds of the Dao.

pity……

"This guy is also well-intentioned."

Master Yuding couldn't help but smile when he thought of Yang Jian hesitating and sneaking in before leaving.

Naturally, Yang Jian secretly put the treasure pill obtained from Xuangui's Remains in the cave out of concern for his appearance. If it is given directly, what should Yang Jian say, and how should he say it?

Not to mention that Master Yuding has never let Yang Jian know that he is injured, and the image he has set up for Yang Jian has always been "everything depends on him, so don't worry about it".

A master doesn't want his disciples to worry, and a disciple doesn't want his master to be embarrassed at all.

Yang Jian was careful, and knew that his master would definitely see these pills; he wrapped them in profound energy, but he was afraid that his mother, Yao Ji, would find out and lose his master's reputation.

pity……

Naturally, Master Yuding would not reject his apprentice's kindness, he took out ten of the twelve pills and kept two in the bottle, this is also the reason why everything should never be done.

With a shake of both arms, dense air appeared on the top of the real Yuding's head, bursts of sunlight appeared in the cave, and a stream of fragrance circulated in the cave, and the entire Yuquan Mountain seemed to be a little more spiritual.

Then he saw a simple three-legged round tripod slowly flying out of the dense purple air, and landed in front of Daoist Yuding.

This round tripod is a piece of precious jade, but there are thousands of ravines and layers of cracks on it, among which there are forty-eight huge cracks, each of which is enough to make this round tripod collapse directly.

But this round tripod is still solid, with three legs falling on the jade plate, and there are rays of light on it.

One ear of the round cauldron was missing a fragment, which roughly matched the outline of the piece of broken jade that Yang Jian was wearing around his neck at this time.

"Ah," Master Yu Ding raised his hand to stroke the Yuan Ding lightly, there was a little nostalgia and a little loneliness in his eyes.

The ten Nine Turns Soul Cultivating Pills turned into mist one after another, and penetrated into the forty-eight cracks of the cauldron; soon, the cauldron trembled slightly, and those cracks seemed a little shallower, and they were no longer so scary.

Far from enough.

Even a hundred or two hundred is not enough.

This batch of elixir is already too rare, and ordinary soul-nourishing elixir has no half effect; even if we recruit all the soul-nourishing spiritual roots in this world, it may not be able to fill up one-tenth of the cracks in the round cauldron.

The death of the great way, the medicine stone is powerless.

Master Yuding didn't tell Yang Jian about his injuries, probably, he just didn't want one more person to worry about him.

After wiping the round tripod carefully, Immortal Yuding put away the tripod and sat cross-legged in meditation.

Whether intentionally or not, Master Yuding's face seemed to be a little more bloody, and his face that had always been plain and unpretentious was also a little more cheerful.

But the two elixirs left by Immortal Yuding were worried that Yang Jian's soul would be damaged in the future; Immortal Yuding thought that his alchemy skills were not as good as those of Taiqing sage, and this elixir was also somewhat better than the soul-nourishing elixir he refined.

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Nanzhou, Chaoge City.

The secular land of Nanzhou is quite grand, before it became Tang Dynasty, it was called "Xianchao".

But after the Great Xia, due to too many mortals in the secular world, the turbidity condensed, and the monks gradually left.

The Great Xia Dynasty collapsed after thousands of years, and the great merchants rose. Hundreds of years later, the land of Nanzhou was dotted with big cities, villages and towns were like lush leaves, and the population was simply incalculable.

Chaoge City alone, if counting the continuous towns beyond the city walls, has a population of nearly ten million.

This directly overturned Yang Jian's understanding of the so-called history.

But gradually I guessed that this is the prehistoric place, not my hometown, and I can't apply the history I know to this place at will.

Along the way, Yang Jian had a ridiculous idea in his mind.

In this world, is there a pair of hands, a pen, and a book that record all the evolution and deduction of the prehistoric secular world; when the prehistoric life is exhausted, those hands slowly open the book, and reinterpret everything that the secular world has experienced here on the blue star.

With this thought, Yang Jian couldn't stop. He just felt extremely strange, and gradually there were signs of enlightenment.

It's a pity that his Yuan Shen Dao cultivation base was not enough, and the opportunity of epiphany passed away quietly.

There must be something in life, there is no way to force life.

Yang Jian has benefited too much recently, and his physical strength has become more and more tyrannical. Now he is walking on the land of Nanzhou, and occasionally encounters a few "sneaky" daomen, and he has the confidence to secretly watch what arrangements they are making.

Most of them are recruiting apprentices to find apprentices, not just the Xianjiao immortals, but many Jiejiao immortals also follow this method, looking for one or two apprentices to be listed on the list of gods for themselves.

Along the way, Yang Jian found the traces of seven or eight Da Luo Jinxians, and he didn't make a fool of himself to go up to say hello, after all, his seniority was low, and he had to salute everyone he met.

Going straight to Chaoge City, Yang Jian stopped occasionally to inquire about the situation in Nanzhou at this time.

"At this time, it was still slavery and semi-slavery...following, birth is extremely important, this is also following the general trend of the prehistoric."

Yang Jian saw many bony laborers, and also many high-ranking officials with fat heads.

The princes, slavery, and the big merchants are actually the strongest princes, occupying the most fertile land and possessing the strongest military force, making the Quartet surrender and paying tribute every year.

As the most fertile Chaoge City under this system, it has gathered the richness and style of this small half of Nanzhou, and there are more than one million troops stationed on all sides, looking down on all directions.

On a sunny afternoon, Yang Jian was wearing a light yellow gown and a long crown, just like those scribes who can be seen everywhere on the road, walking into the city like visiting mountains and rivers.

The avenue in the city is very wide. Yang Jian's spiritual sense swept across the place, and what he saw was row upon row of civil and wooden attics.

The streets are straight, which must have been fully planned before construction; and the further you go to the city, the higher the buildings and the denser the population.

There is a lake in the city, and there are three or four artificially built rivers. The scenery on both sides is picturesque, and there are densely packed markets.

To Yang Jian's surprise, he also discovered the criss-crossed underground waterways under Chaoge City. The waterways for drinking water and treating sewage are divided into upper and lower floors, which are clearly separated.

"It's really amazing."

Yang Jian shook his head slightly, his eyes fell on the huge palace complex in the center of the city.

The palaces everywhere are actually located on high stone foundations. If there is a heavy fog, it will be like a fairy in the clouds, and you can pick up the stars with your hands.

And above the rolling palace, there seemed to be a phantom of a golden dragon.

Then, it must be Di Xin's fate.