The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Yang Jian's injury is not serious, and he has fully recovered after a few days of running the Bajiu Xuangong.

He was on all night, just driving at full speed.

When he went down the mountain, he turned around and looked around, and made up his mind even more!

This Pingtian Sword Gate will definitely have to make another trip in the future!

At that time, Yang Jian will definitely find the Lord of Qinglian Peak, and pay back all the shame of today, so as to make him feel better!

That fairy, who disregarded the life and death of others, had such a cruel heart, she really had murderous intentions at that time!

What do you call pink and dry bones? Even if she is ten times or a hundred times more beautiful, Yang Jian may destroy her flowers once in the future!

Of course, these can't be said now, Yang Jian is not strong enough at this time, so he can only bear it silently.

If he couldn't even endure forbearance, how could he, Yang Jian, say that his body was sanctified?

Before leaving the sphere of influence of Pingtian Jianmen, several disciples sent by Fu Dongliu Yukong caught up with Yang Jian and gave him many gifts.

Yang Jian received a map and ten palm-sized Tianxin Stones into his fingers, and returned all the things Fu Dongliu gave back, thanked the monks with swords on their backs, then turned and left without stopping.

Fu Dongliu felt ashamed to face Yang Jian, and knew that Yang Jian hated his younger sister Qinglian, but he didn't say anything, but asked his disciples to convey a promise to Yang Jian.

——As long as Yang Jian speaks, Fu Dongliu will go all out to meet Yang Jian's three requirements, no matter what.

Yang Jian didn't pay too much attention to this, but felt a little regretful that he lost a fellow Taoist who had a good time with him.

What Yang Jian didn't expect was that when he left, Fu Dongliu's heart was full of regret.

But Fu Dongliu himself didn't know why he felt so regretful.

It seems that Pingtian Jianmen missed a great opportunity;

It also seemed that he himself had missed a huge opportunity for no reason.

However, what he missed is irreparable, so what can Fu Dongliu do except scold his junior sister Qinglian behind his back?

No one knew, but because of this incident, Fairy Qinglian almost died.

On the night after Yang Jian left, after Qing Lian returned to her cave, she was a little dazed and threw herself on the futon.

A figure, neither burly nor tall, was extraordinary in its ordinaryness, as if carrying an endless galaxy, just so silently, it appeared beside Qing Lian.

The figure hesitated slightly, and slowly retracted the raised fingers.

"Leave you for the time being, and be used by my apprentice to test mystic skills in the future."

The wind blew past, and the figure looked strange, but there was no trace after leaving.

It's just that when Qinglian woke up, she was covered in white sweat inexplicably.

Although she felt that she was the same, she always felt that she had walked through the gate of hell, and for some reason, her heart trembled.

Daoist Yuding did not leave.

...

"Mother is gone... Daddy and elder brother are gone too... Well, brother is gone too..."

Yuquan Mountain, Jinxia Cave, beside the Lingquan in front of the cave, a little girl sits on the side of the spring, dangling her two crystal clear jade feet, staring at the sunset in the sky in a daze.

The cranes sing softly, and the birds return to the forest.

The clouds are steaming and the rosy clouds are shining, and there are thousands of scenes in a hundred scenes.

But even such a beautiful scene cannot resolve the melancholy in the eyes of the little man;

Even though the cool spring water condensed by the spiritual energy passed over the soles of her feet, she lost her usual brisk laughter...

"Hey, since I came here, my brother has always been cultivating. Is it really that important? Now I still go out to practice, and I go out when I go out. It's annoying that I don't bring Chaner with me!"

She muttered softly, the corners of her mouth puffed up, a little annoyed.

"Xiao Chan, why didn't you meditate well, why did you come here to play in the water again?"

Ting Lan, who was dressed in a plain white dress, came in gracefully, reproaching her softly.

Xiao Chan'er jumped up, her bare feet were covered by the hem of her palace dress, and she made a face at Ting Lan.

"Sister, practicing enlightenment is too boring, I can't sit still."

Ting Lan sighed softly, raised her hand to scratch the tip of Yang Xiaochan's nose, and reprimanded in a low voice:

"You really don't know your blessings in the midst of blessings. All the cultivators in the world really want to share one-tenth of your blessings. This is the Jinxia Cave, and the teacher is the real power in this world. How can you not cherish the opportunity and be so lazy!"

"Okay then," Xiao Chan'er blinked, Ting Lan's lessons are always the same.

"Okay," Ting Lan pulled Yang Xiaochan, and walked towards the attic filled with immortal energy, "Eat something first, and then continue to practice. Green Bamboo has made some delicacies for you, but they are all spirits of great tonic."

Xiaochan'er's small mouth pouted immediately, even if she heard that there was something good to eat, she was still reluctant.

Ting Lan is so smart, seeing this, she chuckled lightly and said: "The teacher has left with his senior brother for many days, maybe he will come back sometime, no matter how lazy you are, you might be scolded by the teacher."

"Is brother coming back soon?" Xiao Chan'er's bright eyes shone brightly.

"But this is not certain. Brother may reprimand you when he sees you neglecting your cultivation."

elder brother? Would you scold yourself?

Xiao Chan'er tilted her head, and then giggled, "My brother has such a good temper, so he won't scold others, let alone Chan'er!"

Mild tempered?

A little reminiscence flashed in Ting Lan's eyes, but she didn't think so. Instead, she felt that Senior Brother Yang Jian, except when facing Xiao Chan'er, mostly had a straight face and was quite serious.

After a while, facing a table of delicacies brimming with aura, Xiao Chan'er salivated, and couldn't wait to start eating.

While eating, Xiao Chan'er suddenly sighed softly: "I don't know if my brother is walking outside, whether he is eating well and sleeping well."

Tinglan Cuizhu looked at each other and smiled.

"Don't worry, the teacher brought his senior brother to cultivate. Maybe he is visiting some blessed place at this time. The food is all dragon liver and phoenix marrow, and the drink is all fine nectar and jade wine. How dare we compare the small dishes here?"

"Well, that's right!" Xiao Chan'er finally felt relieved, continued to eat and drink, and made up her mind.

Wait until you sleep and sleep before starting to practice, anyway, it won't delay anything...

At the same time, Yang Jian was also eating dinner.

He huddled in a narrow hole, holding a large piece of cooked beef in his left hand, and a steaming steamed bun in his right hand, eating it heartily.

Yang Jian's eyes were full of impatience. He couldn't wait to finish stuffing these things, so that he would no longer be hungry and continue to meditate.

Cultivation, strength.

Seek Tao, catastrophe.

Fairy Qinglian's insult that day was tantamount to a blow to Yang Jian. Apart from vigilance in his heart, he worked hard to strengthen himself.

In the following half a month, Yang Jian stopped and stopped in this secret place, and finally settled his foothold near a small town where scattered cultivators gathered.

On a barren hill five hundred miles away from the small town, Yang Jian carved out a small cave, where he hid and practiced meditation.

In a blink of an eye, two months passed.

Each of the ten palm-sized Tianxin stones weighs ten thousand catties. Yang Jian studied for a long time and didn't know what kind of texture it was, but it gave him a lot of convenience.

You don't have to carry a stone mountain on your back to walk, and you don't have to worry about attracting attention; carrying four Tianxin stones every day will have the same effect.

Because of the small size of the Tianxin Stone, Yang Jian can also use the Tianxin Stone to exercise the strength of his arms in a targeted manner, but unfortunately he has never been able to break through the shackles of the single-arm nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine.

Could it be that one really needs to start practicing the second stage in order to continue to improve one's strength?

While Yang Jian was unwilling, he began to feel a little anxious.

Although he lived in seclusion on weekdays and did not attract the attention of any casual cultivators in the small town, he felt a sense of crisis after being injured by Qinglian, and felt that his cultivation base was weak, and he wanted to move forward as soon as possible.

But on this day, Yang Jian's spirit felt a little trembling, and he always felt that something happened.

He stopped cultivating, put away the formation disk, walked out of the cave, and after looking around the cave, his heart was still restless, and he walked towards the small town.

Far away, Yang Jian saw dozens of monks standing at the entrance of the town, and the trembling in his heart turned into 'joy' inexplicably.

Mysterious skills are miraculous, mysterious and mysterious.

Yang Jian knew that it was beneficial to wait for him, or it would be of great help to him, so he walked over to see what happened.

Two signs were erected at the entrance of the town, on which were written the names of the two sects, both of which were upstream sects in this small world of secrets.

'The Beast Spirit Sect recruits people with lofty ideals, goes to Purple Soul Valley to pick medicinal herbs, and gives them back with elixir. '

'The Broken Heaven Immortal Sect recruits people with lofty ideals, and together with the elders and disciples of the sect, they will go outside the secret realm to explore the secret place, and give them gifts of spirit pills, spirit stones, and exercises. '

Yang Jian couldn't help laughing.

First there was the 'Pingtian Sword Gate', and then there was the 'Shattering Heaven Immortal Gate', what happened to them today?

The monks in this vast world really have a big breath, but it is also because this world is closed and remote. Most monks sit in the well to watch the sky, and they don't know the vastness of the prehistoric world, nor the height of the sky.

Having said that, if I had said 'explaining the teaching' and the name of 'Reverend Yuding' in front of Fairy Qinglian that day, maybe that vicious fairy would have just looked confused.

Just as Yang Jian was about to turn around and leave, his heart felt restless, as if reminding him of something.

Reminder of what?

Yang Jian turned around and looked at the second plaque, the words 'Explore the Secret Land Beyond the Secret Realm' made him realize suddenly.

I'm afraid it's my own chance that it will fall above the word 'secret place'.

Forget it, you can't break through blindly retreating and practicing, go out and experience it, maybe you will catch that silver lining.

"This fellow Taoist?" The old man next to the plaque opened his eyes and smiled gently, as if he could see Yang Jian's intentions, and said with a smile: "But you want to go together?"

Yang Jian nodded and said, "I don't know what I need to do?"

"No, just sign your name and cultivation level here, and then go to the tavern over there and wait," the old man said gently, and took out a booklet.

Just as Yang Jian was about to take the booklet and add his name, he felt eyes staring at him like thorns on his back.

Yang Jian turned his head to look, but saw that the faces of the dozens of casual cultivators gathered here were all strange, and the two who were a little closer to him hesitated to speak.

What's wrong?

Yang Jian felt a little strange, and put down the roster for the time being, being a little more cautious.

But the old man didn't say anything, continued to smile gently, stood beside the plaque and continued to rest with his eyes closed.