The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

To the north of Beiju Luzhou is the boundless North Sea.

Since Yang Jian returned from the underworld that day, he rushed directly to the shore of the North Sea to search for the location of the Nether Stream.

I remember that senior Bai Ze said that he also dug Liu Ya out of a jade coffin by accident, and it is probably the same this time.

Although I don't know why Liuya always appeared like this every time, but the Empress Houtu said so, Yang Jian just did as she said.

Most of the North Sea is frozen all the year round. It is said that the springs of the North Sea are the root of the coldness of the nine dirty springs in the world. Many immortals who practice the way of ice are located in the North Sea.

It is also because of this that the cold air of the North Sea suppresses the miasma in Beiju Luzhou, and this place does not need to be poisoned by the miasma.

What surprised Yang Jian the most was that there were many human races living on the coast of the North Sea; these human races were still in the form of tribes, relying on hunting, fishing and farming for a living.

These fairy sects will take care of these tribes for the purpose of recruiting disciples, and it is not entirely out of good intentions.

Yang Jian did not show any trace, riding an iceberg, drifting with the current on the surface of the North Sea, constantly exploring the bottom of the sea with his spiritual sense.

Nether Stream, from the name, it should be a trench on the bottom of the sea or something, if you can communicate with the underworld, maybe there will be all kinds of weird things...

"This vast ocean..."

Yang Jian was a little worried, half of the half-month appointment had passed, and he hadn't even seen the shadow of Nether Gap.

Go to these fairy gates to find out?

Yang Jian thought about it again and again, and decided to ask the Taoist friends he was familiar with; Needless to say, the six friends of Meishan, they have basically never been away from Meishan, and they think about attacking Meishan every day.

Although Da Ang is a member of the Wu tribe, under Yang Jian's observation, the tribes of the Wu tribe are concentrated on the south side of Luzhou in Beiju, and there are not many footprints of the Wu tribe in the north.

Besides, Da Ang itself is a bit muddy...

Therefore, Yang Jian could only make up the minds of these immortal sects.

Speaking of Xianmen, of course he had to ask his elder brother Lu Chunyang, so Yang Jian wrote a letter and sent it out with a jade talisman, asking Lu Chunyang where the Nether Gap was, and if Lu Chunyang didn't know, he would write back.

Unexpectedly, a day later, a sword came from the south, and the handsome Taoist who was all too familiar stood on it. After finding Yang Jian, he immediately grinned.

"Why did you come to Beihai?"

"Brother, are you here?"

"I came here from Zhongshenzhou," Lu Chunyang smiled, carrying the sword on his back, and landed on Yang Jian's side, sat down on his buttocks, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Yang Jian also spoke bluntly: "The friendship between us is so irreversible? You came here after I sent you a letter."

"Fuck! Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable... refrain from anger and resentment."

Lu Chunyang pinched a seal, and glared at Yang Jian, "I take everything about you seriously! In fact, I just found a reason to run out and hide. It's getting harder and harder to stay in the mountains."

Yang Jian smiled and said, "Why can't you just stay? Could it be some extraterrestrial demon?"

"Heavenly Demon doesn't have one, but Heart Demon does have one," Lu Chunyang said with a twitch of his mouth, and there was some melancholy in his eyes.

Yang Jian understood now that Lu Chunyang was talking about his master in this life, the fairy surnamed He...

Yang Jian murmured a few times, and said, "Brother, we monks don't really need to care about these things. If you stick to this and restrain your hands and feet, you will lose your heart and damage your morality."

"Hmph," Lu Chunyang rolled his eyes angrily, and slid his finger over the two strands of long hair in front of his temples, "Then let me ask you, if your master is a woman, who treats you as much as a mountain, raises you slowly, and asks you to marry her, how would you deal with yourself?"

"Marry," Yang Jian replied decisively, "The fate of a teacher is like a mountain. Besides, it's not like you don't have memories of your previous life."

"That's different!" Lu Chunyang suddenly became agitated, "I'm not afraid of being poked at the spine and abused, but in my previous life, I was the prince of the Heavenly Court East, and countless people in the sky and the earth are waiting to make fun of me! If I marry my master, her name, her voice, will definitely be ridiculed and passed on forever!"

Yang Jian nodded silently.

Lu Chunyang breathed a sigh of relief, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, "And you said, if I marry her, should I call her master or my wife?"

"Fellow Daoist."

"You! I shouldn't have said this to you."

Yang Jian smiled casually, took two altars of immortal wine from Xuan Gui's belt, and threw one altar to Lu Chunyang.

"Where is the Nether Stream?"

"It's another 30,000 miles to the northwest, under the mysterious ice of ten thousand years, it's the coldest place in the prehistoric world except for the North Sea Eye."

Lu Chunyang uncorked the wine jar, raised his head and took a big gulp.

The cold wind and the drink entered his throat, causing him to cough without any power to resist, and his eyes were a little red.

Yang Jian knew that he had something on his mind, and now he knew where the Nether Gap was, and he couldn't be in a hurry even if he wanted to, so he drank with him and talked about his thoughts.

Lu Chunyang has a feeling in his heart that is hard to let go, and his cultivation base has been struggling for three thousand years and he cannot make any progress. This is really a kind of torture for monks.

Yang Jian can't persuade him, this matter can only be left to Lu Chunyang to figure it out for himself, and no one can persuade him.

Drinking on ice is also very elegant.

After Lu Chunyang was drunk, he danced his sword and sang, Yang Jian called out the sleeping Xiaotian dog, leaned comfortably on the back of Xiaotian dog, and lay there smiling.

The single phoenix dances to the sky, and the sword crosses Wuhuazhou.

Heartbroken why wine? The immortal knows my worries.

It was night, the starry sky was bright, the long Milky Way was hanging in the sky, and the calm sea around the iceberg reflected the starry sky again.

Holding the sword, Lu Chunyang leaned against Xiaotiangou's other side, sleeping soundly.

Yang Jian was awake, looking at the bright stars in the sky, thinking about various thoughts...

Affection.

He has Xiaochan's brother-sister affection, Yao Ji's mother-child affection, and master's master-student affection. As for the love between men and women, he and Xin Ke always seem to be missing something.

In the words of later generations, it should be the lack of 'passion'.

Everything seems to be logical, I have a little admiration for Xin Ke, and Xin Ke also has a bit of respect for myself.

Maybe it's because the two of them didn't fall in love because of "meeting" in the first place, and the relationship between the two is also involved too much.

Dragon Palace...

Yang Jian suddenly realized that he didn't feel any urgency about marrying Xin Ke, but also mixed with a lot of reluctance in his heart.

He hasn't experienced true love yet, and he's about to start a family early...

"Not bad," Yang Jian slowly closed his eyes, listening to Lu Chunyang's snoring, and fell asleep for a while.

Lu Chunyang was drunk, and when he was sober, it was already the sixth day; Yang Jian saw that the half-month period he had set with Houtu was coming, but Lu Chunyang had no intention of leaving, and it was not easy for him to urge him to leave.

Come and go when you call? His old brother Lu is the reincarnation of the dignified Duke Dong, so why don't you show your face?

Yang Jian then asked: "I'm going to visit Youmingjian, brother, are you going?"

"Go, there is nothing left and right anyway, maybe you can get some benefits by following you." Lu Chunyang smiled, as if he was determined by Yang Jian.

Yang Jian pondered for a while, although he didn't want Lu Chunyang to get involved in this matter, but he just saw Liu Ya, so it should be fine.

Well, when Liuya shows up, just let Lu Chunyang close his eyes.

Lu Chunyang asked: "When are you leaving?"

"Tonight," Yang Jian counted the time, maybe after tonight, Liu Ya will appear on the bottom of the sea, showing her innocent and harmless... smirk.

"ha."

"why are you laughing?"

"It's okay, I thought of an old friend." Yang Jian glanced at Lu Chunyang, "This time I came to Youmingjian to find her."

As soon as this remark came out, Lu Chunyang took a deep breath, "It's not easy to say that, Brother Yang, do you know what the Nether Gap is?"

"If I knew, how could I still ask you, brother."

"Okay, let me make it clear to you," Lu Chunyang pointed to the northwest, "The Nether Stream and the bottom of the stream lead to the Nether Realm. In fact, this is the end of the Santu River, and it is also the place where the dead energy and Yin Qi gather in the Underworld. Do you know what is in the Nether Stream?"

Yang Jian shook his head and listened carefully.

"Corpse cultivators! And they are all immortal Taoists after the fall, turned into corpse cultivators!"

"Corpse repair?" Yang Jian immediately thought of a few allusions that his master had told, "Hanba?"

Lu Chunyang was also stunned, thought for a while, and then said: "The Hanba you mentioned is just a relatively famous corpse repairer in the prehistoric world, but she is not the strongest corpse repairer, and she can't go to the deepest part of the Nether Stream."

"In the corpse repair, is there a quasi-leader-level powerhouse?"

"I've never heard of that, but corpse repairs are all about cultivating the body. They are the spirits of the dead. They step into the underworld, nourished by the ghost and yin energy of the netherworld, and gradually transform into corpses..."

Lu Chunyang said all these like a few treasures, and when he said it, when the Heavenly Court sent troops to attack the corpse cultivators, they were defeated by several powerful, invulnerable, and physically strong corpse cultivators in the Daluo Realm. Lu Chunyang paused for words.

"If you talk about fighting, you are physically tyrannical, but you are not afraid of them."

Yang Jian smiled indifferently, standing there with the demeanor of a master.

"Just be more careful at night," Yang Jian said, and Lu Chunyang could only nod his head seeing that he had made up his mind.

Lu Chunyang asked: "Is that old friend of yours a corpse repairer?"

"No, of course not," Yang Jian denied it, and thought for a while, "Brother, you'd better not ask about her, and don't look too much when you see her."

"Why?"

"I'm afraid you will get into trouble," Yang Jian said earnestly, but Lu Chunyang had never heard Yang Jian speak in such a tone before, so he nodded solemnly.

At night, the two left the iceberg, turned into two beams of light, entered the North Sea, and headed straight for the Nether Stream.

About half an hour later, they arrived at the boundary. When they looked up, they saw a thousand feet thick ice. When they looked down, there was a cliff thousands of feet below the sea, and two cliffs stood opposite each other.

Everywhere on the bottom of the sea is a miserable green color, only in the middle of the two cliffs, there is a dark crack, from which bubbles are constantly emerging, and the cold ghostly air pierces the bone.

Yang Jian asked: "Here, can I enter the underworld?"

Lu Chunyang said: "No, there are six reincarnation discs that can suppress it, so you can only go out here, not enter."

"I'll go down and check first."

"Together," Lu Chunyang was a little displeased, "Do you think I have never seen the world?"

Yang Jian smiled without saying a word, and the two entered the deep crack together head to foot.