The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

In the dead of night, in the backyard of the Yang Mansion.

Yang Jian stood by the attic window, watching the full moon; the moon was bright but the stars were sparse, and the Milky Way was faintly visible.

The laughter and laughter in the courtyard are still surrounded by the night wind, refusing to dissipate.

The flat peach brought back by Yang Jian was eaten by the family members in the gazebo. Although Ao Xinke deliberately refused, she was forcibly fed by Yang Jian after returning to the house.

This flat peach is a great tonic for Xiao Chan'er who has not yet become a golden fairy. It can increase her lifespan and improve her aptitude. One can ensure her to enter the immortal realm.

For cultivators like Yang Jian and Ao Xinke, the flat peaches only add a little mana.

But Yang Jian insisted on leveling a bowl of water, watching his mother and Xiao Chaner eat the flat peaches, using both soft and hard methods, supplemented by torture in the room, so that Ao Xinke could also eat one, and then he was willing to let it go.

A bowl of water must be level.

In the prehistoric world, the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law must also be paid attention to. This can be regarded as a problem that has caused headaches for men since ancient times.

"Husband is thinking about Zhao Gongming?" Ao Xinke called softly, walked behind Yang Jian, hugged Yang Jian's waist, put her chin on Yang Jian's shoulder, and leaned quietly for a while.

"Well," Yang Jian seemed to be slow in responding, and it took a long time before he answered.

"As a wife, I shouldn't say these things, but my husband still needs to think carefully, and take care of all aspects of face," Ao Xinke said softly, "No matter which saint, if he can not be evil, he will not be evil."

Yang Jian froze for a moment, then nodded slightly, knowing that Ao Xinke was worried about him, so he raised his hand to pat Ao Xinke's little hand.

Yuanshi Tianzun, a sage of elucidation and teaching, is his ancestor and his current backer; Yuanshi Tianzun can accommodate Randeng and Manjusri, and he will not directly tear his face, and really do things absolutely.

As long as he thinks about elaborating and teaching in everything, his master will protect him, needless to say.

Master Tongtian, cut off the teaching...

It wasn't that Zhao Gongming couldn't kill, but that what Zhao Gongming said to Yang Jian before was concerned about Taoism and the three religions, and he was one of the most sober-minded people among the immortals of the two religions.

If he kills such a selfless and public-spirited person without blinking an eye, he will really have a problem in his heart.

What's more, it's a pity.

"Xinke, I'm bothering you."

"What did my husband say, you and I are a husband and wife, we are both prosperous and wealthy, we are one body."

Ao Xinke murmured softly, if it wasn't for worrying about Yang Jian, how could she, who was originally indifferent to the world, think about these twists and turns.

Turning around and hugging his wife into his arms, Yang Jian stared at He Yue, thinking of his relatives and friends in his hometown. Although those figures were still clear, they were getting farther and farther away.

What is the road ahead...

Yang Jian doesn't know, but he will keep walking like this, continue to become stronger, and protect everything behind him.

"Xin Ke, you haven't been back to Dragon Palace for a long time, right?"

"Husband, do you have something to entrust to Dragon Palace?"

"Well, I want you to help me find out the origin of the Dinghaishenzhu," Yang Jian said in a deep voice, "There should be thirty-six Dinghaishenzhus. Someone in Dragon Palace may know where the other twelve are."

The Dragon Clan is in charge of the four seas, and the Dinghai Divine Orb is related to the Dao of Water, so this clue should exist.

Ao Xinke nodded lightly, and said, "It's not too late, I'll go right away."

"I'll give you a ride, it's quite unstable outside at this time."

"Well," Ao Xinke was full of tenderness, and took the initiative to lean over. Yang Jian was naturally unceremonious and wanted to ask for it.

Half an hour later, Yang Jian sent Ao Xinke to the seaside of the East China Sea. Ao Xinke fled into the sea and disappeared without a trace.

Yang Jian turned around and flew back to Xiqi. He flew neither fast nor slow along the way, so he should relax.

The master is in the state of going out of the mountain now, and no one will look for him without looking for it.

Burning lamp... Dinghai Shenzhu...

If Dinghai Shenzhu is extremely important to Ran Deng and Western religion, I have to beware of Zhunti Taoist suddenly jumping out to suppress Zhao Gongming.

But if this is the case, Sanxiao's resentment will naturally fall on the head of the Western teaching, and the Jiuqu Yellow River array will be sent to Xiniu Hezhou, directly destroying the foundation accumulated by the Western teaching?

Yang Jian almost laughed out loud.

But these are just random thoughts, the way of heaven interferes, the way of Taoism responds to disaster, and Western religions watch the fire from the other side, it is difficult to set fire to them.

There was no trouble along the way, Yang Jian returned to Zhouying, took advantage of the high moon and dark night, sneaked to Nezha's camp, and slipped in.

"Who?" Nezha was vigilant, and immediately jumped up from the bed, almost throwing the letter in his hand.

"I, here you are."

Yang Jian raised his hand and threw a flat peach. Nezha grabbed it in his hand in confusion, immediately smelled the tempting fragrance, and opened his mouth to bite it.

"Wow, there's a lot of peach juice here! Where did you get it, big brother?"

"It's rewarded by the Queen Mother," Yang Jian casually wandered around in the tent. Nezha's tent is full of weapons and treasures, but there is not much killing atmosphere.

Sure enough, Master Taiyi's disciple also followed the path of oppressing others with treasures.

"Go and call Lei Zhenzi and Tianhua, there are not many peaches, I still have a few to honor Master."

"Hey," Nezha immediately understood Yang Jian's meaning, agreed with a smile, and ran out with a flat peach in his mouth.

Soon, Nezha, Yang Jian, Lei Zhenzi, and Huang Tianhua gathered in Nezha's tent, each of them grabbed a flat peach, and there was a small peach tasting meeting

The twelve flat peaches were given to the female family members of the family, and four were enjoyed by himself and his three younger brothers. Yang Jian sealed the remaining four in a brocade box and planned to give them to his master.

Just a single flat peach, I was a little embarrassed to sell it to other uncles and uncles.

And what kind of knowledge is it to teach the Twelve Golden Immortals, just a flat peach...

Ranked among the top ten congenital spiritual roots, protected by the merits of the heavenly court, and cultivated since ancient times, this mere word is really not to be talked about.

Yang Jian said with a smile: "Remember to put away the peach pits, maybe you can grow spiritual roots in the future."

The three juniors immediately put away the peach pit with serious faces, which made Yang Jian chuckle.

The three of them, after conferring gods, are all generals of the Heavenly Court, who would not be able to eat flat peaches? Yang Jian said this just to tease them.

But at that time, most of them had already achieved success in their cultivation, and tasting flat peaches was of little use. It's not like now, after eating the flat peach, the three of them immediately began to act violently, and the breath of the whole body began to rise...

Cultivation can improve a lot.

Let the three of them practice, Yang Jian got out of this tent and went to the main tent shrouded in fairy light.

The Twelve Golden Immortals are naturally still there, they came to break the Ten Jue Formation, if the Ten Jue Formation is not broken, they will naturally not go back.

The twelve golden immortals either sit and discuss the Tao, or teach the scriptures and teach the Tao to their disciples, or close their eyes to rest their minds and understand the Tao.

Yang Jian stepped forward, leaned over to his master, and presented the brocade box.

"Master."

"En," Yu Ding nodded with a smile, put away the brocade box, and didn't say much.

Although it is not used, it is the disciple's wish after all.

Taiyi next to him sighed faintly, "A master is not as good as a master."

Yang Jian was suddenly embarrassed.

But Yuding didn't answer the words, closed his eyes and rested his mind, as if he was quite complacent.

Taiyi was about to rebuke, but Yang Jian coughed, and brought the topic back to the real thing, "Masters and uncles, let's fight tomorrow to determine the outcome. If I can kill Zhao Gongming, I will break the ten unique formations one by one. If the masters and uncles have a way to break the remaining five formations, please join us tomorrow."

All the immortals praised him as good, so Yang Jian took the opportunity to leave, and went to drink and talk with Xiao Sheng and Cao Bao, but he was quite busy.

In the dark night, thousands of miles to the north of Zhouying, there is a deep valley full of evil spirits.

The demonic aura was nothing more than a deception, and the few figures seemed to be invisible, hiding in the depths of the valley, as if they were discussing something.

In a cave depicting a large array of deceiving heavens, a lamp is sitting in one corner, and a lame Taoist sits in another corner, but the figure in the deepest part of the cave is shrouded in mist and cannot be seen clearly.

"Dinghai Shenzhu must be in your hands," said the Taoist in the deepest part.

Ran Deng said: "Then Yang Jian is bound to win the Dinghai Shenzhu, and Yuding is beside him, so he can't do it at all."

The man said again: "What my teaching lacks the most is the treasure to suppress luck. The thirty-six Dinghai God beads have been famous since before the opening of the sky. As long as you get these twenty-four orbs, my teaching can definitely suppress the teaching luck."

The lame old man chuckled, "It's easy to say, everyone knows that the twenty-four beads are rare treasures, so naturally everyone is jealous, how can they let them go so easily?"

"Just let me get this treasure," Ran Deng said, "you will be safe."

The lame old Taoist was even more cheerful, "From what fellow Daoists say, it seems that there is no exit?"

"I am the deputy leader, they dare not attack me," Ran Deng explained one more sentence, and then closed his eyes without further words.

"Since that's the case, I ask Fellow Daoist Lu Ya to find an opportunity to make a move."

"I didn't have half of the benefits, why did you make a move?"

"If this can be done, the poor Taoist will agree to what the fellow daoist mentioned a hundred years ago," the figure said softly, "If the fellow daoist wants to revitalize the Yaozu, I am willing to help you with all my strength."

After the words fell, the figure in the deepest part of the cave slowly disappeared.

"Tomorrow, I will fight with fellow Taoists," Ran Deng said, and his figure also disappeared into the cave wall, quietly disappearing.

The lame Taoist is naturally the tenth prince of Jinwu in ancient times, and now Taoist Lu Ya; he limped out of the cave with a gourd on his back, and cursed a few words of the ancient demon in a low voice.

Suddenly, a chuckle came from the side.

"You and the Western Sect have calculated these things, and in the end it will be a bamboo basket to fetch water. It's all in vain. How can the temperament of those two saints want to scratch the ground, how can they give you any benefit?"

Lu Ya seemed to have become accustomed to the presence and absence of visitors, squinting his eyes and looking cold.

"Tianyan, when will you let me see my mother?"

"Didn't you say, after conferring the gods," Tianyan Daozi put on a cloak and hid his figure in the cloak, "Let me guess what you are thinking? You also seem to want the Sea God Orb to suppress your demon clan's luck?"

Lu Ya remained silent.

Daozi Tianyan sat on the branch of a tree, shaking his feet boredly, "I really don't know why you are obsessed with luck. The rise and fall of hundreds of clans is nothing but the evolution of heaven, and it has nothing to do with luck."

Taoist Lu Ya sneered: "You can jump out of the Three Realms, so you can tell us who have not yet transcended."

"Detachment, how can it be so easy," Tian Yan's figure disappeared into the thick fog, "If you want to make a move, you might as well plan in advance how to blame the Chanjiao Immortal, I don't want you to die in the Conferred God so early. Zhao Gongming is powerful, but his three younger sisters are the real ruthless people."

Hearing this, Lu Ya frowned immediately, stood there thinking for a moment, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.