The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Although something was wrong, Yang Jian didn't retreat directly. He knew that this was his chance, so he couldn't let it go easily.

Turning around, he bowed his hands to everyone, although he was a young man, he had a bit of bearing.

Naturally, he was mistaken for the children of those famous families in the secret realm, but he didn't know why he fell down like this.

Down and out?

There are two plaques erected here, and what they do is 'employment'. In the eyes of others, Yang Jian, a young man with a good manner, has also fallen to the point of working for others. What if this is not down and out?

The Martial School employs loose cultivators to go through life and death for them, and pays the panacea and spirit stones as a reward after the work is done. This is also the main way for casual cultivators to obtain monastic resources.

Yang Jian put on a dazed look on purpose, and asked in a low voice, Dare to ask you, is there anything wrong?

These casual cultivators in the back have nothing to hold back. Seeing that Yang Jian has just practiced not long ago, and he can't even sense the Qi in his body, you persuade him with each word.

The jobs employed by the sects are naturally different. For example, picking herbs in the Purple Soul Valley. Although the Purple Soul Valley is covered by miasma, inhaling the miasma by mistake can be life-threatening, but this kind of danger can be prevented and avoided in advance.

But 'Secret Realm Exploration' is a real life-and-death tribulation, and those great sects hired casual cultivators with no good intentions.

Most of them use casual cultivators as cannon fodder for exploring the way, and after going there, they probably die or die in all likelihood.

Going to fight life and death by yourself, but the chances and benefits obtained with difficulty will be taken by the fairy gate that organized this exploration, and some not very precious exercises and formulas will be given...

This kind of thing seems to be a loss-making business at first glance, but after careful consideration, it is just a transaction.

So that's how it is, Yang Jian cupped his hands to the young and middle-aged Taoist priests who told the story, and grinned, showing his sharp white teeth, Then, what's the reputation of this Shattered Heaven Immortal Sect? Has it ever done something like killing people and seizing treasures?

As soon as this remark came out, all the casual cultivators around changed their colors, and none of them dared to answer casually.

The old man standing by the signboard was also amused by Yang Jian's 'uprightness', and opened his eyes again.

My Broken Heaven Sect has always acted aboveboard! Since this trip is hosted by our sect, the treasures obtained in the secret realm should be returned to our sect, and our sect will reward you with the things you need for cultivation. Is there any unfairness in it?

So that's the case, seniors, don't be angry. Yang Jian nodded with a smile, probably already understood this 'routine' in his heart.

What the fairy gate is for are the real treasures in the secret realm, and most of those treasures fall into the hands of casual cultivators, and most of them are useless, so it is better to exchange some resources for the fairy gate.

This business is a willingness to fight and a willingness to suffer, it is not bullying the weak, but Yang Jian went for the treasure, and after he went, he had to use his brain to find a way out and find his own opportunities.

Yang Jian sighed twice: Life and death are up to God, wealth and honor are your own struggle!

Then he walked up to the old man, took the roster, and wrote down his name with a swipe of a pen:

Yang Erlang.

Yang Jian didn't want to use his real name, but he didn't deceive others. He was the second child in his family, and he would have the title of Erlang Zhenjun in the heaven, but this name can be used.

He didn't fill in the field of cultivation, so he threw the pen away and walked away.

Fortunately, when he was in Yuquan Mountain, his master let him learn brush calligraphy for a few years. Otherwise, he would be laughing and generous.

Then he walked into the town without looking back, went to the tavern by the street, and met with seven or eight casual cultivators who were already waiting inside, without exchanging greetings.

After Yang Jian sat down, another young scribe walked towards the plaque with inexplicable emotion.

Life and death are up to God, let Jin also try to see if this life is hard!

After speaking, he jumped onto the stage, wrote down his name, turned around and went to the tavern to wait.

With the encouragement of the young man Yang Jian, two more people jumped out to participate, and the number of casual practitioners in the tavern also exceeded ten.

The old man seemed very satisfied, stroked his beard and smiled, which has met the requirements of his trip. But looking at the sky, they still continued to wait there, wanting to recruit a few more pioneers and hard-working coolies.

Yang Jian sat in the corner of the tavern without squinting or talking to anyone, just sitting there with his eyes closed and rested.

Later, the middle-aged scribe wanted to have a few words with Yang Jian and form a bond, but seeing that Yang Jian had rejection from thousands of miles away written all over his body, and there happened to be someone greeting him next to him, so he walked over embarrassingly.

In a daze, Yang Jian heard someone talking about him beside him.

This young man also disagrees. It seems that he has no elders, so he came out to work hard on his own at this age.

But he can't even feel the 'Qi' in his body, isn't this killing his life for nothing?

Speaking of which, where is the secret realm that the Shattering Heaven Immortal Sect is going to this time?

I heard that it is a relic that was discovered not long ago. Maybe there is a elixir of longevity waiting for my brothers there. It's no problem to fly in the daytime.

Flying fairy in the daytime? Daydream you!

Russling and whispering, Yang Jian didn't continue to listen, and sat there lost in thought.

Gathering qi, concentrating the mind, forging the soul, and returning to oneness, these are the four realms of foundation building, and they are also the foundation of the primordial spirit and Taoism.

The people sitting here are probably also gathering energy and concentrating. The old man I saw before should be in a certain state above the foundation and below the condensed core.

As for Qing Lian, the wicked woman who injured her that day, she should have already condensed a golden core, which is considered to be the top existence in this world.

Yang Jian's eighty-nine profound skills are not included in these categories, and although he has not broken through in the past few months, Yang Jian has spent a lot of energy on fighting bravely and fiercely, and his boxing skills are getting more and more refined.

But he warned himself early:

One avoids publicity and domineering, the second avoids acting rashly, the third avoids putting the cart before the horse, and the fourth avoids ordinary people in the world of mortals.

Putting the cart before the horse refers to the abilities and profound arts used in fighting techniques. Naturally, the practice of profound arts should be the main focus, and one cannot abandon the basics and chase after the last.

And the world of mortals... probably because Yang Jian felt that he was also a man. This body has grown up, and there will always be times when his blood will churn and he can't sleep at night.

But he set a constraint on himself, if he couldn't settle down in the prehistoric world, he would never do those romantic things, so as not to miss his own practice.

Unfortunately, it is easier said than done to settle down.

Half a day later, near dusk.

The old man put away the plaque, entered the tavern, cupped his hands to the 17 people inside, and said softly: Fellow Taoists, we are leaving today, but is there anything else that needs to be prepared?

Someone in the casual practice knew this old man and shouted: Elder Murong! How long are we going this time?

The minimum is three to five days, and the maximum is no more than a month, Murong Yan said with a smile, This time the three elders of our sect together with twelve disciples who have established the foundation are leading the formation for you, you can rest assured of your own safety.

Can you rest assured?

This group of people here all sneered in their hearts, you Broken Heaven Immortal Sect is going to sharpen your disciples, let us teach those disciples a lesson by the way!

What class do you take?

Let those disciples understand what it means to be 'cold in the situation' and 'difficult to cultivate the Tao'. Without the protection of the master, there is a danger of death and fall at every turn!

So, come with me, everyone.

The old man went out, and took out a palm-sized shuttle from his bosom, mobilized his spiritual power, chanted spells, and after a while of busy work, the shuttle gradually grew bigger, and turned into a ten-foot-long flying wooden boat.

Seventeen people boarded the wooden boat one by one. The old man urged the wooden boat to float up, and then let out a low shout. The wooden boat flew towards the sky, and the speed was not satisfactory.

Yang Jian was originally curious about such a magic weapon that can fly into the sky and carry people, but seeing that the casual cultivators around were all sitting cross-legged in meditation, each of them seemed to be facing a big enemy, wishing to mention a little bit more cultivation base.

Scratching his head, Yang Jian also found a corner to meditate cross-legged, meditating on eight or nine mystical kung fu, and comprehending its principles.

If there is no gain from this trip, and if he can't make any progress in the first stage of the Bajiu Xuangong, then he can only practice the second stage.

But, is the foundation really laid?

It is related to the achievements of this life, so Yang Jian naturally dare not slack off; unknowingly, he entered the samadhi, and after two hours, the wooden boat shook slightly, Yang Jian looked outside, but saw the two opposite strange mountains, and arrived at the gate of the secret realm.

Those three tricks are of no use to me, but they cause me a lot of trouble.

Yang Jian closed his eyes again, and silently recited the two names in his heart, full of fighting spirit.

Pingtian Sword, Qinglian.

Elder Murong who was holding the boat said with a smile: I'll wait here, the others will arrive later.

Obviously, for this experience, the three elders recruited casual cultivators separately, and the cannon fodder was not just Yang Jian and the other seventeen.

Another half an hour later, two similar flying wooden boats landed, and the three boats were merged into one boat. The three white-haired elders took turns driving to avoid danger on the road, but they had too much energy to cope with the rush.

The number of casual practitioners on the boat reached more than forty people, and it suddenly seemed crowded; and there were twelve more young disciples in brocade clothes with haughty faces in the cabin.

Some elders went to the gate of the secret realm and handed in some spirit stones, and told what happened to the secret realm, so naturally no one would leave trouble.

These so-called 'heaven' sects are generally not small in scale; if the way of heaven in this place is healthy, they may be wiped out at every turn, and they will not last long at all.

After a while, the door to the secret realm opened wide, the wooden boat passed by, and those people who were meditating on the boat opened their eyes at the same time.

Because the aura outside is really too thin.