The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"Has your husband moved today?"

"I moved my finger once before, and said half a sentence, it seems to be calling the name of the elder sister."

On the main peak of Meishan, in the depths of the fairy palace at the highest peak, Ao Xinke and Xiao Lan are having a daily handover next to the bed made by Wen Yu for 100,000 years.

Yang Jian has been sleeping for four years, and the three of them have also made a rule that each of them will take care of her for one day.

In addition to taking care of Yang Jian, they also need one person to accompany their mother-in-law who looks sad every day, and one person to take care of the reconstruction of Hei Ling Kingdom, Meishan trivial matters, and the occasional visits from the immortals.

Yang Jian's three wives really hold up half the sky.

With a gentle smile on the corner of her mouth, Ao Xinke sat on a chair beside the bed with a book in her hand, and stared at Yang Jian quietly for a while.

At this time, Yang Jian looked much more normal, as if he was just asleep, but there was an indelible tiredness in his brows.

"Husband, the catastrophe is over, and Xinke is still waiting to continue the incense for you."

Ao Xinke murmured softly, holding Yang Jian's left hand with her small hand, placed the book in front of her and suspended it out of nowhere, quietly reading this book which should be an ancient book written in Tai Chi.

She could stay like this forever, but Feng Wu came at the sunset of the second day.

Even though Ao Xinke is the eldest sister, she can't dominate her husband.

"Has your husband moved today?" Feng Wu also asked softly.

"Well, it seems that I shook my finger," Ao Xinke said softly, "My husband is recovering his strength now, the longer he rests, the better for his body, we can't rush it."

"Yes, sister, I can reflect on myself."

Changing to Feng Wu, the way of guarding her husband is a little different.

She would secretly lie beside Yang Jian, watching Yang Jian's face quietly, until sometimes she couldn't help falling asleep and meeting him in her dreams.

I still remember when we met for the first time, we were still in the 'Phoenix Nest', and then we got along with each other in Chaos Bell, and the affection in our hearts was planted.

Now the catastrophe is over no matter what, although Feng Wu knows that countless monks have regrets in their hearts, and many powerful people have uncontrollable resentment in their hearts, but for her, Yang Jian is safe, and the whole family has survived the catastrophe without any danger.

Quietly, Feng Wu snuggled up to Yang Jian's arm, not daring to really touch her husband, just staying there quietly.

The long fiery red hair and the hem of the skirt are scattered around Yang Jian who is wearing a battle armor, adding a bit of poignant beauty.

The three of them guarded Yang Jian like this.

Three years and three years, three years and three years.

The flowers and leaves of Meishan fall, but the lover is still safe.

In a blink of an eye, 16 years have passed since the catastrophe, and the people in the prehistoric world are rising again, and Taoist monks are also busy in restoring the world around them.

On this day, Yang Xiaochan, who had been busy in the underworld, finally returned to Meishan. When she saw her sleeping brother on the bed, her eyes turned red, she bit her lip and cried.

She didn't dare to come back because she was afraid of seeing this scene, but now that she really saw it, she still couldn't stand it.

"Sister-in-law, is my brother really okay?"

"Husband is all right now. Although Yuanhun is a little weak, it is already fine. You just need to rest."

Ao Xinke could only persuade patiently, although she had said this more than ten times.

Xiao Lan and Feng Wu also rushed over after hearing the news, tried their best to comfort Yang Xiaochan, and even invited Bai Ze who was still practicing under Meishan Mountain, Bai Ze said a few words that Yang Xiaochan didn't understand, and Yang Xiaochan finally believed it.

"Chan'er, you should go and accompany your mother first," Xiao Lan said softly, "Mother has not thought about eating and drinking in recent years, and she seems to be preoccupied. She called you several times and you didn't come back. You are coming back today, but you have to stay in the mountains for a while."

Yang Xiaochan said in a low voice: "Mother is also worried about brother."

"It should be more than that." Thinking of Yao Ji's state, Ao Xinke always felt something was wrong, "I am afraid that my mother felt that the last war dragged down my husband and dragged down the prehistoric creatures because of her..."

Xiao Lan and Feng Wu were silent for a moment.

Why does Yao Ji have such thoughts in her heart?

But that day, General Xu Mo appeared from the Baishan Tomb, Yun Xiao appeared as a saint with a perfect avenue, stopped Xu Mo, and Yang Jian rushed back to rescue the Hei Ling Kingdom.

In fact, Yang Jian wiped out a lot of enemies in that battle, and almost defeated Xu Mo's old troops with all his strength, it was not a bad move.

But Yaoji still thinks a little more in her heart, thinking that if Yang Jian can fight the enemy wholeheartedly in Honghuang, maybe Honghuang Wubuzhou won't fall, and Yang Jian won't be under so much pressure to change his life with the strongest.

"We should also take good care of our mother every day, and we must not let our mother do stupid things, otherwise we will really have no face to face our husband."

"Well, this matter needs to be taken care of."

Yang Xiaochan said: "I'll stay in the mountains, mother, I'll stay with you, everything should be fine."

The sister-in-law made up their minds and left Ao Xinke to take care of Yang Jian. The three of them ordered people to prepare a banquet and dance, and then went to the back mountain to accompany Yao Ji.

"Qingling..."

On the bed, Yang Jian muttered something, and Ao Xinke turned around quickly.

Seeing that Yang Jian was just talking like a dream, she didn't wake up, and the body of Yuanshen was still as 'quiet' as before, so she could only purse her lips.

Listening to her husband reading other women's names, she naturally complained in her heart, but Ao Xinke and Yang Jian were already in the same heart, and Ao Xinke didn't hear much love for children in Yang Jian's murmur.

Just a little guilt, just some regrets.

Wen Qingling...

The reincarnation of the strongest of the nine supreme beings is also a supreme being who has mastered the nine avenues, and he is the pinnacle of the real strong.

She just showed up that day, and Meng Luo didn't dare to act recklessly before she recovered 10% of her mana...

Inexplicably, Ao Xinke always felt that the story between her husband and Wen Qingling was not so simple.

The conversation between Meng Luo and Qing Ling's previous life that day, they naturally didn't hear clearly, and they couldn't see anything clearly, which made people quite puzzled.

What choice will the husband make when he wakes up?

Stay with them in peace in the prehistoric?

Ao Xinke pursed her lips, looked at Yang Jian's figure lying there quietly, leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, and then fell in love for a while.

I'm afraid, it's hard.

In the corner of the fairy hall, Xiaotiangou looked at this side quietly for a while, then closed his eyes, lay down there and continued to practice.

Under its chest and abdomen, a small spirit-gathering formation is slowly gathering the spiritual energy of the world and pouring it into its body.

This is the benefit he got from going to the saint's courtyard last time, and it is also the key to his later practice.

...

"I send this heart to Mingyue, but Mingyue doesn't know my heart."

In heaven, on a fairy mountain, seven or eight figures are sitting or lying beside a small stream. There are wine bottles and dishes flowing in the stream, which is a unique enjoyment.

The canopy marshal with a pig's head and a pig's face raised his glass and expressed such emotion, the monkey sitting beside him couldn't help kicking him.

"Say something polite, something my grandson can understand."

Wei Hu joked with a smile, "Tianpeng, don't you already have Cuilan?"

"Sorrowful! Although Cuilan has the face of my elixir, she is still only a mortal, and she was reincarnated three years ago," Marshal Tianpeng sighed, unable to express the sorrow in his heart.

Wei Huqi said: "Why don't you let the venerable madam become an immortal to stay with you? Just go to Tushii Palace and ask for a pill."

"My wife doesn't want to," the corner of Tianpeng's mouth twitched, "She said that she has been blind to me in this life, and she can't change the marriage. She just wants to marry a good person after reincarnation...and told me not to go to her..."

Speaking of sadness, Tianpeng burst into tears and threw himself into the monkey's arms for a while.

"Eldest brother! You have to decide for me!"

The people around suddenly laughed unscrupulously.

Suddenly there was the sound of a flute in the sky, but I saw a fairy sitting on the cloud, playing the fairy flute quietly, and slowly drifting to this place.

Monkey thought about it, but still lowered his head and pretended not to see it. After all, he didn't have to take the initiative to look for it. Every time he met, he would inevitably be punished by this senior sister.

But today is a bit unusual.

As soon as Zixia arrived, Nezha called her to discuss something. Lei Zhenzi, Jin Zha, and Mu Zha also got together, and seemed to be uncertain about some things.

"I'll go and have a look," the monkey stood up after pushing away the canopy, and approached with some curiosity, and heard the words "sanctification" and "enlightenment" as soon as he walked in.

Sun Wukong stared, and couldn't help asking: "Little girl, are you going to become enlightened?"

Zixia grabbed the sheathed sword and slammed it over, "Shout Senior Sister! No matter how big or small it is all day long! Where is it that I am about to become enlightened, and Master Lei Zhenzi is about to become enlightened!"

"Lei Zhenzi?" Sun Wukong looked at Lei Zhenzi in astonishment, and then frowned.

Lei Zhenzi's cultivation is not too high compared to him, and even a little worse.

Lei Zhenzi looked a little sad, and explained: "My Dao is consistent with the law of heaven and the punishment of heaven, so I can use the method of making great wishes to achieve the status of a sage of merit and virtue. I am also hesitant about this matter, and it has not yet been decided."

"The catastrophe is over, what are you in such a hurry for?" Mu Zha said so, but was watched by several people at the same time.

Mu Zha shrank his neck and asked in a low voice, "Did I say something wrong?"

"Has the catastrophe really passed?" Zixia's pretty face was a little cold, "It's just delayed, and even if those powerful people don't come to trouble us, can you swallow this breath?"

Jin Zha smiled wryly and said: "Indeed, but we want to become the strongest? That's a bit of a fool's dream, and saints are struggling."

"That's so difficult," Zi Xiao said indifferently, "Where there is a will, there is a way, junior brother, don't you think so?"

"yawn--"

Zixia ground her teeth for a while, and the monkey decisively jumped aside.

Nezha has really matured a lot. At this time, after pondering a few times, he said: "If you feel that your talents are limited and you can no longer move forward, it is actually not bad to choose meritorious deeds. But I think you should try again, don't be too impatient."

"That's right, the restrictions on the sanctification of merit are too great."

Lei Zhenzi chuckled and shook his head immediately, and said: "For me, there is no way forward at this point, and if I can be in harmony with the way of heaven, it can also help the way of heaven recover quickly, and the order of the three realms can be more stable."

"You have to think about yourself anyway," Nezha said with a frown.

"But, what about senior brother?"

Lei Zhenzi asked back, and the people around stopped talking.

"I went to retreat with Saint Tianyan."

Zixia said with a sad face, then turned around and hurried away on the cloud.

"I'm going to retreat too, you can make up your own mind," Nezha said as well, and flew in the same direction on the Hot Wheels.

Sun Wukong yawned, "My old grandson is also looking for a place to take a nap."

The two brothers, Jin Zha and Mu Zha, looked at each other and smiled wryly at this time.

Could it be possible that these three really wanted to become saints?