The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"take it."

Master Tongtian waved his sleeve, and the sword that had followed him for many years fell into the hands of Yang Jian, and then he walked out of the courtyard with his hands behind his back. Although he lost the bet, he felt in a good mood.

On Yang Jian's wrist, a faint white mark quietly dissipated.

Naturally, the skin was not broken.

Qingping Sword can be regarded as the Taoist soldier who became the master of Tongtian Cult, but because of the existence of the Four Swords of Zhuxian, his reputation is not as loud as the latter.

But to Tongtian Cult Master, the Qingping Sword, as a portable sword, also has a very important meaning, and it has become equivalent to the symbol of 'clothes and bowl'.

How could Yang Jian fail to see the preference of Master Tongtian for his apprentice? He didn't refuse, and the leader of Tongtian just found an excuse to pass the sword to Zixia.

The elder did not dare to say goodbye, Yang Jian solemnly put away the Qingping sword, then looked at the master at the side, and frowned slightly.

Master's Way...

"Master, did you practice in a dream?"

"That's right," Reverend Yuding lightly nodded, "Your Uncle Yunxiao has obtained the Great Dream Art, and once invited me to practice Dao, and now you are close to consummation."

Yang Jian thought about it, and then said: "Although the Great Dream Magic Art is mysterious, it always involves a little risk to integrate the dream body with oneself. Master's way seems to be a bit less pure than the previous way."

"Although this is the case, it can save tens of dollars and will be a painstaking practice."

Master Yuding looked at Yang Jian calmly, and said with a smile, "As a teacher, you must not leave too much behind."

"Master, this time I am going to the Eternal Kingdom of God, I will go by myself..."

"Why do you have to go alone? A few more helpers will help you a little bit. Do you think being a teacher will hold you back?" Yuding frowned, and several saints looked over.

It's rare for a master to be so 'angry', and Yang Jian didn't know what to say.

"Master, this trip will definitely be full of dangers. As a disciple, I always don't want Master to take risks."

Daoist Yuding shook his head lightly, and said: "I have decided to be a teacher. If you go alone, you should have never worshiped under my sect."

"Master..."

Yang Jian really didn't know what to say.

Originally, Master had never cared about anything other than practice, but he never thought that he would be so determined this time.

I'm afraid that the master has other thoughts... Reverend Yuding and Yunxiao both have the perfect way at this time, and they can become Taoists with one step forward.

Although Yang Jian has never heard anyone mention it, he has a vague feeling that the master has a tendency to sacrifice himself to become his apprentice.

For this reason, Yang Jian would rather let his master practice in the wilderness than let his master walk with him...

Don't say that the master has some advantages and disadvantages when he fights with the most powerful people. He is afraid that the master will deliberately go to these most powerful people to fight for his life, intentionally inflicting heavy injuries on himself, and letting him take over this perfect road...

Not to mention, Master Yuding really had such thoughts.

Daozi Tianyan also smiled and said: "Don't talk about your master, I can't let you take risks by yourself. You have the supernatural powers in your body, and it doesn't matter how many monks you hide. If you make up your mind to fight back, you should do your best."

"Good," Lao Tzu also looked at Yang Jian with a somewhat peaceful smile in his eyes.

Yang Jian could only respond with a wry smile a few times.

Not long after, Yunxiao came from the sky, entered the courtyard and saluted Laozi and Yuanshi Tianzun, then went to sit in the corner behind Yang Jian.

Not long after, Zixia, who had comprehended the meaning of the sword in the chaotic sea, turned around lightly. After entering the realm of saints, Yang Jian's female apprentice also underwent an astonishing transformation.

"Master," Zixia whispered when she saw Yang Jian, and ran up with a smile.

It's just that his temper is still the same as usual, a little bit off.

"When did you leave the customs! Have you reached Xeon? What kind of realm is Xeon Realm?"

Yang Jian responded with a smile, flipped his left palm, revealing the light and shadow of a sword and shield, and threw it to Zixia casually.

"This is the appearance of the Dao rhyme of the two great avenues of the teacher, let's experience it."

"Thank you, master!" Zixia immediately responded happily, holding the two phantoms, her eyes were full of admiration for a while.

All the saints in the courtyard cast their gazes over, Yang Jian generously revealed his Dao rhyme without saying much, the prehistoric saints realized their own enlightenment, and all fell into the state of enlightenment.

It is impossible for Yang Jian to open his mouth to say the word "pointing". Except for Zixia and Lei Zhenzi, everyone present here is regarded as the elders of his teacher, so he still needs to pay attention to his face.

Zixia sneakily moved her futon from the corner behind Yang Jian, knelt there obediently, and carefully experienced the mysterious and incomparable artistic conception between 'sword and shield'.

"Master's two avenues at this time, one attack and one defense, both attack and the other defend, and because of this mutually confirms and complements each other, it seems to be much better than the avenues of Na Xumo and Ksitigarbha."

Zixia muttered a few words softly, Yang Jian turned his head and handed Qingping sword over.

Zixia blinked, then glanced at the futon of Master Tongtian, wondering: "Master, did you kill Master Tongtian secretly?"

"What nonsense, speak without restraint!" Yang Jian scolded her seriously, but Zixia flattened her mouth in aggrieved manner, but dared not take the sword.

"This is Master Tongtian's close-fitting saber. I begged it several times as a joke, but Master was reluctant to give it to me."

"Take it, it's given to you by Master Tongtian," Yang Jian said, "Now you have become a master of the sword, and most of the sword intents are passed down by Master Tongtian, and you can be regarded as half of his disciple. This Qingping Sword needs to be worn all the time, don't be humiliated."

"Well," Zixia nodded lightly, held the sword over and put it beside her, and continued to ponder the most powerful dao rhyme.

Such an opportunity is indeed extraordinary.

Yang Jian contained his understanding of the Supreme Realm in his own Dao Yun, and revealed it to the saints of the prehistoric, which is equivalent to pointing out another Dao Realm above the Saint Realm for the saints.

The scenery on it is infinitely good, but there are many obstacles ahead.

Yang Jian glanced at his master a few more times, and Master Yuding had already closed his eyes and settled down, as if he had quite a feeling.

On the contrary, Empress Houtu has always been preoccupied. Seeing Yang Jian's gaze, she pointed her finger outside the gate of the courtyard, and naturally she has something to discuss with Yang Jian.

What she wants to discuss is naturally the matter mentioned earlier.

Falling from the immortals to the devil, and burning the merits with the fire of karma, so as to get rid of the shackles of the saints of meritorious virtues, and push oneself into the realm of the saints of the great way.

Hou Tuben knew that Yang Jian would refuse, but he never thought about it. Yang Jian only interrupted her after hearing a few words from her...

"Sister, you want to sacrifice your own Dao, and when Liuya becomes holy, rely on your relationship with Liuya to entrust your Dao to her? Create the strongest?"

Houtu's beautiful eyes revealed a bit of determination, "That's exactly the case. Back then, I took off my own Dao fruit for today."

"Why do you all do this?" Yang Jian smiled bitterly and sighed, "I don't agree with this matter. You are you, and Liuya is Liuya. The past life and the present life are not the same person. Even if she is your Dao fruit, you can't decide to let her bear these things now."

"My compatibility with her is not the same as the previous life and this life," Houtu gently shook his head, "I and her are originally one. After she broke through, my thoughts and thoughts are the same with her."

At this point, Hou Tu's eyes showed a little rippling, and his face flushed for a moment, but it quickly disappeared.

"I've made up my mind, and she doesn't object. Now that Zixia is sanctified, if you help me, I'll go find her."

Yang Jian was suddenly at a loss for words.

"I also quite like the name Qingqing."

Houtu said in a low voice, turned around and walked back to the courtyard, letting Yang Jian sigh softly there, in silence.

At this time, Yunxiao and Master's Dao have shown signs of being separated from their respective Dao bodies.

They have already begun to try the path of the Tao fusion...

Meng Luo seemed to have known what would happen, or maybe it was the uncle's dream that was behind the scenes and arranged everything.

But, what the two Xeons can't do, can the four Xeons do it?

Yang Jian really didn't want to see Master sacrifice himself like this, and kept thinking about how to prevent these things from happening.

But I haven't figured out a way yet, Empress Empress Houtu wants to unite with Liuya again, so as to break through to the strongest realm...

After leaving the customs, I was really a little bit battered.

Under the tree beside him, the leader of Tongtian came with his hands behind his back, and said to Yang Jian calmly: "Let her go as far as the matter of fellow Taoist Houtu."

"Master Uncle, can you persuade them?"

"There's no need to persuade, it's useless to persuade," Tongtian Cult Master stood side by side with Yang Jian with his hands behind his back. The small Taoist temple behind him was unusually quiet, but the conversation between the two of them would not enter it.

Master Tongtian said with a smile: "Actually, before the catastrophe, several fellow Taoists and I had already embraced the heart of sacrificing our lives for benevolence. It is unexpected to be alive at this time."

"Fellow Taoist Houtu has always blamed himself for the matter of the Six Paths Reincarnation Disk, and..."

"Let us old bones see you as a junior go to fight for the prehistoric and hide behind to enjoy the happiness, it's really like a thousand swords scraping the bones, it's very uncomfortable."

It's obviously a boy's face, but he is so old-fashioned, the scene is somewhat funny.

Yang Jian sighed: "Now, I don't know what to do."

"You don't need to think too much, you can just go ahead according to the plan you set."

Master Tongtian said with a smile, "If we can help you, we will spare no effort. If we can't help you, we can only rely on you."

"But no matter what, no matter whether you are fellow Taoist Houtu, Yunxiao or Yuding, no matter what decisions they make, they have been carefully considered. You just respect their choices."

Yang Jian closed his eyes and sighed, the wry smile on the corner of his mouth became more intense.

Suddenly a bell rang, and a jade-colored beam of light shot up into the sky in the Taoist temple, and a loud laugh came from the beam of light.

It was a great road, and the moment before it opened the sea of ​​Taoism, Tianyan Daozi fished it out of the Chaos Clock.

At the bottom of the beam of light, the young man who hadn't seen the surroundings clearly pinched his waist and laughed, "Hahaha! Monkey! I'm a little faster than you this time! Come on! Come on!"

"laugh!"

Zixia couldn't help chuckling, and the saints who were disturbed and enlightened looked at the person under the beam of light with unkind expressions.

"Uh... I'll make a breakthrough first, master master is safe, master master is safe, master niece...don't laugh!"

Nezha bowed again and again, took two steps with the beam of light, and disappeared into the Taoist temple in a flash.

In the next moment, there were bursts of roars in the chaotic sea.