The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The sea is calm, the clouds are rising and the moon is rising.

Yang Jian stood in front of the window on the side of the fairy boat, saw the sea scene, and murmured two lines of poems that didn't make sense.

He is really not good at this.

A chuckle came from behind, and Yang Xiaochan said with a smile: My brother has also read some books.

Her voice at this time was different from usual, a little thicker.

Yang Jian asked: Is everything packed?

Brother, just turn around, I'm not afraid of you watching when I change clothes. Yang Xiaochan giggled, a little weird.

She jumped over from behind, with her little hands behind her back, as if offering treasures, and wanted Yang Jian to have a look at her 'heroic appearance' at this time.

She had been playful before, and when she learned that there was a gathering of ascetics held every ten years next to the feast of immortals in the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, she made a fuss to go to see the excitement.

Yang Jian turned his head and saw that Yang Xiaochan had changed into a man's attire, including a long gown, a belt, and a headband, and performed a magic formula of change. Anyone who saw it would sigh, What a handsome young man, and the disguise was flawless.

Handsome son?

Yang Jian remembered a person in his heart. Five hundred years passed by in a hurry.

Xiao Lantian.

That guy gave me the feeling, isn't it exactly the same?

He also disguised himself as a man?

Yang Jian suddenly shook his head and smiled, he felt that he would not have many chances to see that Mr. Xiao again in this life, and of course, there would be nothing to do with each other.

What's the matter? Brother, are you laughing at me? Yang Xiaochan pouted her lips, and she had a different style at this moment.

No, I remembered an old friend. Yang Jian yawned. He had invited Wan Lei to practice Wu Lei's Fa-rectification before, and looked a little tired.

He glanced at Chu Qian, who had also used spells to restrain her demeanor, and her face was covered with a veil of immortal treasures, making it impossible to see her true face.

Just wait for me at the market. If there is nothing wrong with me, I will come out to find you as soon as possible.

Brother, you might as well take a break, Yang Xiaochan persuaded with some distress.

You guys go first, I'll find a place to sleep for a while, Yang Jian rubbed Yang Xiaochan's head, he was still wearing those tattered clothes, and he hadn't had a chance to change them yet.

The East China Sea Feast of Immortals, in addition to the East China Sea Dragon King's banquet for the immortals, is also a prosperous age where ascetics from all walks of life gather.

The fairy banquet is in the Crystal Palace, and the market is outside the Crystal Palace. Barter for things, magic weapons, fairy materials, fairy pets, spiritual objects, skills, and supernatural powers can all be exchanged with others.

There are dragon masters sitting in the presence at the scene, and they are not afraid of smashing and looting, which can be regarded as a great event in the wild.

There are a total of three 'big gatherings' like this in the prehistoric world - the East China Sea Qunxian Banquet, Jinao Ten Thousand Immortals Fair, and Shenzhou Baifang Garden.

The Feast of Immortals in the East China Sea is hosted by the Dragon Clan once every ten years, and the Dragon Palace also uses this to buy and sell treasures.

The Golden Ao Ten Thousand Immortals Meeting, the saying that the Jin Ao Island Ten Thousand Immortals will come to court, is also a grand event for the prehistoric ascetics. It is held every hundred years on the outskirts of the Jin Ao Island.

The last Shenzhou Baifang Garden was a bit complicated. It was jointly organized by the major sects of Central Shenzhou. At first, it was just a joke of a few prodigal sons from the immortal sect, commenting on Baifang all over the world, and establishing the ranking of prehistoric beauties.

But over time, it evolved into a grand event for human monks. As soon as the Shenzhou Baifang Garden opened, countless ascetics gathered to barter. The holding time is uncertain, but it is about once every five hundred years.

In fact, the so-called beauty list has not been changed much, and it is basically not authoritative...Who dares to entertain the saint? Who dares to rank those Da Luo female immortals and powerful female Taoists one, two, three or four?

If you really do this, it means that the old birthday star hangs himself-he thinks his life is too long.

These interesting stories were told by Chu Qian to Yang Jian, but Yuding did not tell him about them. Most likely, Master Yuding looked down on the gathering of these ascetics.

Don't cause trouble, and don't be too playful. If there are treasures you like, you can exchange them with others, and don't grab them hard.

Near the East China Sea Dragon Palace, Yang Jian was still there to give instructions.

Yang Xiaochan looked at her brother sadly, and complained: Is that why I don't let you worry?

Yang Jian nodded solemnly, Yang Xiaochan was about to hit someone with her fists clenched, Yang Jian laughed twice, and her figure flew out of the fairy boat.

Watching the fairy boat dive into the sea and head towards the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea. There are checkpoints set up by the Dragon Palace ten miles ahead, so Yang Jian doesn't have to worry about Yang Xiaochan's safety.

If they were in trouble, Chu Qian would report her own name, and Dragon Palace would never dare to hurt Xiao Chan'er in the slightest.

Gain's Dragon Clan is in a difficult situation. Although they are an ancient clan, they have meager luck. They are responsible for breaking the prehistoric world. They have always been careful in dealing with things.

When Yang Xiaochan and Chu Qian passed the level of shrimp soldiers and crab generals safe and sound, and headed towards the deep sea, the tired look on Yang Jian's face became heavier.

He was not physically exhausted, but mentally and physically exhausted. He spent fourteen days in a row atop Thunder Drum Mountain, arousing thousands of thunders, tempering himself, comprehending thunder techniques, consuming so much of his soul...

Forget it, let's find a place to sleep first, Yang Jian yawned, intending to test his supernatural powers, his figure turned into a golden light and flew across the sea, and appeared in a deserted island hundreds of miles away in the blink of an eye.

Although Zongdi Jinguang at this time is not as useful as Qiankun Yidun, but the former has just started to practice and has not yet mastered it. And if Qiankun Yidun doesn't get the blood essence of the ancestral witch who is good at the way of Qiankun, I'm afraid it will be difficult to improve, one will ebb and flow, and the other will be judged.

Yang Jian found a corner against the wind, his whole body was filled with profound energy, his whole body seemed to disappear between the sky and the earth suddenly, and he fell asleep.

After a while, the snoring sounded lightly, blending into the wind.

It is rare to be at ease in life.

Yang Jian slept for a day and a night, and when he stretched himself and sat up, it was already noon.

After moving his body, Yang Jian walked towards the island, still yawning.

I still have to find a way to improve my soul power, and condense the soul as soon as possible, Yang Jian murmured, and sighed again, he really doesn't have so much time now.

The Biluo Sansheng Jue is another time-honored exercise. Although it can be condensed into a primordial spirit at the second level, according to Yang Jian's current practice speed, it will take about a hundred years.

Although he has some elixir to increase the power of the soul, it is not a good thing to rely on elixir to improve, it is better to eat the three-life lotus seed...

Three Lives Lotus Seeds... have profound energy to dissolve the medicine, so it shouldn't take an hour.

Yang Jian pinched a multicolored lotus seed on his fingertips, choosing a day would be better than bumping into the sun, and swallowed this lotus seed today as a snack.

The shadows of the trees in front of him were empty, but Yang Jian walked to the center of the island. There is a pool here. The water in the pool is crystal clear, and there are no fish or aquatic plants in the water.

He took a look at his appearance, and casually tore off the ordinary clothes on his body. In order to practice the thunder method, he had already replaced his only fairy clothes, so as not to damage the fairy treasure in vain when he triggered the thunder, which was so embarrassing.

A fierce plunge into the water, Yang Jian felt that his whole body was transparent, the pores all over his body were stretched, and he let out a satisfied sigh.

Taking a look at the lotus seed in his hand, Yang Jian stuffed it directly into the mouth, and his figure sank to the bottom of the pool, sitting cross-legged.

A burst of colorful rays of light suddenly flowed around his body, and Yang Jian's body shook, but his mind did not sink into the phantom, as if he was looking at flowers on a horse, examining his past and present lives.

The three-life lotus, with three lives in succession, borrows the power of the soul of the three lives to condense the soul of perfection at this moment.

At this time, Yang Jian's realm of Xuangong has surpassed by far. The miraculous power of the three-life lotus seed is easy to break for him, but he still wants to see what happened in his previous life.

But the strange thing is that the past life is a mystery.

Yang Jian thought for a while, and felt relieved. In his previous life, he was on the earth for more than 20 years. If it was so easy to find the lotus seed of Sansheng, that would be a bad thing.

This life is quite plentiful, but it is all presented by his own memories. Yang Jian took a quick look and looked at the next life...

In the afterlife, it was actually a haze.

Yang Jian was surprised and delighted, since he didn't have an afterlife, wouldn't that prove that he would be immortal in this life? Uh, or there is nothing left to die...

Guided by the colorful rays of light, a picture suddenly appeared in front of Yang Jian's eyes, and he lost his mind for a while, sitting there for a long time unable to move...

It was a sea of ​​white flowers, but after a trance, the sea of ​​flowers turned into white bones everywhere, endless as far as the eye could see, with no end in sight.

Where is this?

Yang Jian suddenly saw a familiar figure, dressed in black, standing on the edge of the sea of ​​flowers... no, with his back facing countless bones...

Is that a sea of ​​flowers or bones? What does this indicate?

'Who are you! ’ Yang Jian yelled at the figure.

The figure seemed to be alive, and when he heard his shout, he turned around slowly.

It's him! It's him! Although he couldn't see the person's appearance clearly, there was a firm voice echoing in Yang Jian's heart, and that was himself!

The end of this life... is to stand alone in the sea of ​​flowers, with your back to the endless white bones?

What does this portend?

'You came. '

This is! Are you talking to yourself? Isn't this a phantom he saw with the help of Sansheng Lianzi? Why did you seem to see yourself and say you are here?

Why, why does this scene seem to have crossed the long river of time, and the future self is talking to the present self...?

Yang Jian was shocked inexplicably.

'You need to remember, don't forget your original intention, protect your relatives, friends and brothers, take more responsibility, and don't let the beautiful woman down. '

As the black-clothed self said so, Yang Jian stayed there in a daze.

Is this exhortation and admonition?

A gust of wind blew from nowhere, the sea of ​​flowers scattered, bones collapsed, the figure chuckled, and the last sentence fell into Yang Jian's ears.

'In this life, there are debts, but no regrets. Although there is no end, it is just going on. '

Yang Jian couldn't turn around for a long time, immersed in those few words and remained motionless.

He suddenly discovered that he couldn't remember those words, the words he said were constantly weakening in his heart...

After a while.

Just now, what did I see? What did I hear?

Yang Jian sat at the bottom of the pool, feeling the jump and imminent movement of the power of the soul, as if the condensed soul was just today.

He was lost in thought, struggling to remember, always feeling that it was very important to him...