The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

After Xiao Lan was settled, Yang Jian's incarnation returned to Guanjiangkou, and after a little thought, his mind shifted.

This avatar sits in the gazebo, closing his eyes and resting his mind, as if he is practicing, like a stone sculpture.

'Open your eyes' is the small but warm space in the jade pendant, surrounded by distorted light.

Yang Jian looked outside through a flat light wall, and saw buildings flashing by quickly, and Ao Xinke wearing the jade pendant seemed to be on his way.

Yang Jian, who had been teased by Xiao Lan before, became angry. Yang Jian also knew that Ao Xinke had some grudges about incarnations, so he sent a message to Ao Xinke, asking Ao Xinke to prepare a secluded place. He was going to the Wuling Realm to meet Ao Xinke.

Deep communication between husband and wife.

It has only been a hundred years of retreat, and Yang Jian is about to move his buttocks and run outside, showing a somewhat irritable mood.

Yang Jian said to Master Liuli that there are some urgent matters outside that need to be dealt with. The old man also specially opened the door for Yang Jian to let Yang Jian return to Xuandu City.

This kind and simple saint residual spirit...

In a hundred years, Yang Jian's mysterious body has taken a small step forward, and his strength has increased a bit compared to when he made a big disturbance in the Lingxiao Palace. Even if he encounters the Lord of the Black Spirit, he has the confidence to win a battle.

Exercising seventy-two changes, it turned into a rope and wrapped around the 'cargo' carried by several chaotic creatures, and blended into the fog spirit world contentedly.

As soon as he entered the Wuling Realm, Yang Jian's eyes lit up.

In just a hundred years, under Ao Xinke's secret leadership, various arrangements have been made in the Wuling Realm, such as the large formations that can be seen everywhere-more than a dozen floating fairy islands are each protected by a strong formation, similar to the Dragon Clan Crystal Palace.

There are people coming and going everywhere, even a little crowded, the streets are constantly flowing, and the overall situation is quite peaceful.

Compared with when Yang Jian came to the Wuling Clan a hundred years ago, the aura of masters here has nearly doubled!

This is only a hundred years, which is not too long for ordinary Chaos Spirit Race.

The changes in the Wuling world are naturally the masterpiece of their husband and wife. The development of 'trade', increasing the 'degree of freedom' and 'sense of recognition' are all from Yang Jian's mouth.

As for how to do it, Ao Xinke spent endless days and nights pondering and practicing it.

It was really difficult for her.

Just think of it, when she was doing her best to complete the task assigned by the saint master for him when she was in retreat, and he even played chess every day and hooked up with a little...

A deep sense of guilt welled up spontaneously.

Turning into an old Taoist who can be seen everywhere, Yang Jian wandered around the main fairy island of the Wuling Realm for a long time, and finally found the corner he had agreed upon before.

This is a palace of Lord Wu Ling. Hearing that Yang Jian was coming, Ao Xinke had already cleaned it up quickly, driving away the guards and maids who usually used to be here, and replaced it with a few confidant maids controlled by Ao Xinke.

Yang Jian drifted into the palace guarded by the heavy array like a cloud of smoke, and the clone floated out of the jade pendant in Ao Xinke's arms and returned to Yang Jian himself.

Having never met face to face for a hundred years, Yang Jian wanted to give Ao Xinke a hug, but when those gentle eyes looked at him, most of the distracting thoughts in Yang Jian's heart dissipated immediately.

In front of her, even the irritable temper will gradually become submissive.

"Husband," Ao Xinke bowed.

Yang Jian took two steps forward, first held her hands, then embraced her in his arms, smelling the faint fragrance from her body.

The main hall was sealed with profound energy, Yang Jian was bored for a hundred years, he really didn't want to say a word, just took off the clothes of the two of them...

It wasn't until Longnu begged for mercy again and again that a certain Zhenjun reluctantly let her go.

The best place to discuss with friends is naturally at the wine table; the best place for husband and wife to discuss matters is naturally on the soft couch, in the Huachi.

The sound of the water was faint, and the faint fairy mist lingered. Yang Jian had already coughed dryly for more than ten times, but he still couldn't open his mouth.

"Husband," Long Nu leaned over him, her silky black hair falling on Yang Jian's body like a waterfall, "but is there something embarrassing that you can't tell Xin Ke?"

Yang Jian nodded, and gave an honest 'hmm'.

Ao Xinke stared into Yang Jian's eyes, with her small hands wrapped around his waist, her brows were a little worried, but she also had an expression that she had known this before.

"Xiao Lan or Feng Wu? Or Kong Xuan in the tomb?"

Yang Jian blinked immediately, and muttered, "What's the matter with Kong Xuan? She promised to help us, but now she's gone. Don't talk nonsense, Xin Ke."

"Why are you talking nonsense?" Ao Xinke suddenly lowered her head, and lightly bit Yang Jian's shoulder. Yang Jian quickly restrained the Xuanqi Xuanhandle, so as not to break her little dragon teeth.

"It's Xiao Lan," Yang Jian said from the truth, with a very correct attitude, "I know I owe you this matter, so I stopped to retreat and asked you to apologize. If you don't agree, I have no choice but to decline, but now I do have some...feelings for her."

Yang Jian really didn't know how he said such stupid words.

Ao Xinke sighed softly again, and said in a low voice: "I don't want to argue with her, husband don't favor newcomers, it's my nature."

"How could it be?" Yang Jian hugged the beautiful woman in his arms tightly, making various excuses, patted his chest and said how the rain and dew would be like this in the future, but Ao Xinke was a little uncomfortable listening to it.

"Husband, why are you so nervous about this matter? You have no tolerance at all!"

Ao Xinke laughed softly, looked at Yang Jian, and said in a low voice: "Which son in the Dragon Palace is not a wife and concubine? I can't count it? It is Ao Ji. I am afraid that I will marry another dragon girl from the Three Dragon Palace in the future. You just found one more. I have nothing to be satisfied with."

Yang Jian couldn't answer for a while, and couldn't explain how his values ​​were formed.

Ao Xinke pretended to be free and easy, but she was still as gentle as water, and in turn began to persuade Yang Jian to feel at ease.

"Husband, you are of the human race, and my concubine is from the dragon clan. I am inherently deficient. I have been married to my husband for all these years, but I have not added a son and a half for my husband. I am really terrified."

Ao Xinke said worriedly: "Perhaps in the future I will not be able to continue the incense for my husband. Even if my husband is not in love with Xiao Lan's sister, I should think about my husband and find a few women from the human race who are worthy of my husband."

Yang Jian frowned, "Are you still thinking about this?"

"This is my duty, I should think about it, otherwise I should be scolded for being ignorant."

"Who dares to scold you?" Yang Jian replied with a straight face, most of the boredom in his heart dissipated.

Yang Jian said: "In fact, I haven't thought about the matter of offspring. If I don't want to, if I don't want to, there really won't be any."

Ao Xinke's eyes were a little sad, and she hurriedly said, "Is it because my husband dislikes my background?"

"Don't think about it, I don't want an heir because of this great world."

Yang Jian sighed, looked at the lightly flickering star map on the top of the hall, and said softly: "You and I dare not say that we can survive the catastrophe in the future, how to protect the child? If you give birth to him, but you can't let him live a safe life, wouldn't that just increase your worries?"

"Husband..."

"Let's wait until we pass the catastrophe." Yang Jian stared at the dragon girl and hugged her tightly, "When we pass the catastrophe, or I have enough strength to protect you and the children in the future, we will have ten or eight of them. I will go outside to fight and kill, and you can take care of the baby at home, how about it?"

Ao Xinke blushed and burst out laughing, Yang Jian was also amused by herself.

"Husband, can I have a few less?"

"Listen to you."

There were a few chuckles, but it was the time of deep affection.

...

Yang Jian stayed in the Wuling Realm for three days, and made a major plan to 'infiltrate' the Shangling Realm, so he left his avatar to drill into the jade pendant, and returned to the Liuli Tomb to practice in seclusion.

Ao Xinke didn't seem to take Xiao Lan's matter to heart, but she still cared a little. After Yang Jian left, she was depressed for a while, and then gradually relieved.

Yang Jian entered the city of Xuandu, specially inspected various places, had a few words with the four puppet masters, and then entered the tomb of the saint again.

This time, when passing the Xinhai boundary marker, the Taoist priest on the boundary marker did not reappear.

This remnant soul...

Yang Jian really wanted to arrest Taoist Jiebei and torture him severely, and ask him about the details of the powerful enemy, so that he could know himself and the enemy.

But the stele itself is quite mysterious, Yang Jian tried some methods, but they all fell into the sea like mud, and there was no response, so he didn't dare to move rashly.

When he really enters the realm of saints, then ask Master Liuli how to search under the tomb of saints.

Master Liuli opened the door to pick him up. After Yang Jian thanked him, he sat back in his old seat, closed his eyes for a moment, and recovered the state of closed-door enlightenment.

In the sea of ​​mind, the twelve mysterious formulas of the Invincible Golden Body Jue are constantly circulating, and the formulas of the Eighty-nine Xuan Gong mutually confirm and mutually exclude each other.

Yang Jian comprehended all the mysteries in it, and without the worry of going back to the prehistoric world and the Wuling world on a regular basis every day, this retreat gradually got deeper and deeper...

There are not many physical body cultivation methods in the prehistoric period, but the Bajiu Xuan Gong, whose true colors have been revealed by Yang Jian, is the pinnacle of physical body cultivation methods, and is the core of Pan Gu's divine inheritance.

Originally, Master Liuli wanted to pass on Yang Jian's invincible golden body art, and let Yang Jian cultivate this avenue to become a saint. It is not only to pass on the mantle, but also to create an existence like the Liuli sage back then.

However, the various visions that appeared when Yang Jian fused the Dinghai Shenzhu, as well as the rare appearance of Dao Dao Yun, made Liuli Baozhu directly change his mind.

Give Yang Jian the golden body decision for reference, and don't mention the matter of passing on the mantle.

Although he is a saint with a disabled spirit, his eyesight is still there.

Bajiu Xuangong is indeed somewhat superior to the Unbeaten Golden Body Jue.

The practice of the physical body is different from the practice of the primordial spirit. When the physical body cultivates to the peak, it brews its own unique avenue within itself. Let this avenue run through the sea of ​​Taoism and become a unique way. This is the real way of proving the way.

The way of the primordial spirit lies in experiencing the existing avenue, practicing, controlling, step by step to the peak of this avenue, and then jump out of the avenue and stand on the avenue.

Daoist Yuding got stuck on this 'jump'.

Therefore, at this time, Yang Jian is learning from the avenue of the Liuli sage back then to confirm the way of the great god Pangu, and then groping hard in it, trying to get out of his own way.

What is Tao?

At the beginning of his practice, Yang Jian might be able to talk for a few hours about what Tao is, what the trajectory of Tao is between heaven and earth, and how monks practice Taoism.

Then, with the wider knowledge and deeper strength, the experience becomes more and more different.

If a hundred years ago, someone asked Yang Jian what Taoism is, Yang Jian might use moves to demonstrate and communicate with feelings.

But now, if someone asks Yang Jian what Taoism is, Yang Jian will point to himself——

The Tao is between this body.

Must go it alone.

During this retreat, Yang Jian only stayed with Ao Xinke with a trace of his mind. He planned to wake up in a hundred years, but when Ao Xinke called Yang Jian for something important, he was disturbed by his avatar on a whim.

"What's wrong?"

Yang Jian quickly restrained his mind and asked through the avatar first.

Ao Xinke's tone was a little apprehensive, as if she felt that she had failed Yang Jian's entrustment, and she felt a little guilty in her heart, so she explained in detail the predicament she was facing at this time.

The more Yang Jian listened to it, the more he felt that it was nothing, "Don't worry, I'll rush over."

It's not a big deal, but Hei Ling mainly went to the banquet with the Lord Wu Ling, and it seemed to blame the Wu Ling world for developing too fast.

It is clearly the Dragon Gate Banquet.

In Yang Jian's mind, he had the idea of ​​using the Lord of the Black Spirit to test the results of the retreat, and as soon as the idea came out, he couldn't stop the madness.

Just when Yang Jian left the saint's tomb and arrived at Xuandu City, planning to rush out of the formation to go to the Wuling Realm, another whim occurred...

The incarnation of Hong Huang also encountered a major event? This is really urgent.

Yang Jian frowned, but he didn't dare to ignore the prehistoric matter, so he informed Ao Xinke immediately, and his mind returned to the prehistoric.

A jade talisman was pinched in the hands of the avatar, and what caused the mind to fluctuate was the content of the jade talisman. There were only eight characters, but it implied the anger in the heart of the person who wrote the jade talisman.

Burn the lamp to apostate, and return to Yuxu quickly.