The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Yang Jian began to search for the treasure that Ao Ji mentioned, but he found nothing after wandering around for a long time.

Like a gun like a stick, the weight is frightening, and it takes a few elders of the Dragon Palace to move it. What exactly is this talking about?

Even if it is the golden cudgel, a big Luo can use some supernatural powers, and it should be able to bring it up.

Ao Ji followed Yang Jian to search all the way, and sure enough, he found something in his own treasure house, and soon found two treasures that he liked, and put them away very cherished, and did not dare to take more.

After spending half a day on this treasure-filled island, Yang Jian saw many treasures that moved his heart. The most impressive thing was the five five-element beads, which can be used to fix gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, but they are innate spiritual treasures.

If the metal, wood, water, fire, and earth are fixed, the power of heaven and earth is fixed, and the supernatural powers and spells of Yuan Shen Taoist will be greatly reduced, and the power of magic weapons will also be greatly reduced.

If this treasure is used by him, it will be like adding wings to a tiger to kill the enemy; but Yang Jian thought to himself, what he said before was the weapon he was looking for, this treasure is too heavy, and taking it is easy to cause trouble.

Continuing to search for the treasure that Ao Ji mentioned, and almost finishing the second round of the island, Yang Jian finally found a small road on the side that he had never been before.

Feeling carefully, there seems to be something calling me on this road...

To be on the safe side, Yang Jian turned his head to look at Ao Ji who was watching the scenery, and suddenly asked, "Did you hear that?"

"What?" Ao Ji was a little confused.

"Among these treasures, are there any objects that confuse people's minds?"

"Well, I can't tell...but my Dragon Clan seniors value luck very much, and they don't expect to put sinister and vicious things in this treasure land. After all, there is my Dragon Clan's luck here."

Yang Jian was a little surprised.

There is dragon luck in this place, and he even let himself in. This is undoubtedly Ao Guang expressing his closeness to his prospective brother-in-law.

It is also a kind of recognition.

"There seems to be something calling me over there," Yang Jian pointed to the path next to him, and Ao Ji's spirit was shocked.

"Go! The treasures here are all spiritual, and most of them are hidden!" Ao Ji was a little more excited than Yang Jian, "It must be because you are searching hard on the island, and the treasure is for you!"

"It's better to be like this," Yang Jian took a breath, and stepped forward, and Ao Ji followed as if to join in the fun.

At the entrance of the island, the Dragon King, who had been resting his eyes closed all the time, opened his eyes and looked at this place. There seemed to be some hesitation in his eyes, but he didn't say anything.

In front is a bamboo forest with winding paths, but there are only three or four treasures on the side of the road.

Yang Jian walked all the way, not taking a treasure, but just looking at what is at the end of the road.

Finally, after turning the lush green corner, he and Ao Ji reached the end of the path, where there was a stone pier with a spear stuck on it.

Walking here, the calling sound disappeared.

Yang Jian frowned, noticing something strange, and looked at the spear carefully.

The gun is nine feet long, and the texture of the gun shaft is unknown. It seems to be made of jade, but it makes Yang Jian feel that the gun shaft should be extremely tough;

The tip of the gun shone with a cold light, exuding bursts of icy breath, which seemed to be the remaining killing intent of the person who used the gun before.

Yang Jian walked forward, touched the nearly translucent gun shaft with his fingers, and was overjoyed. He took the gun in his hand and weighed it twice, but he felt extremely heavy...

"It's a good gun, but I don't know what material it's made of."

"Congratulations Uncle, Congratulations Uncle," Ao Ji said with a smile on the side, "This spear is actually forged with colorful cloud gold that was only found in ancient times. It can be firm but soft. Although it is not an innate spiritual treasure that was born from heaven and earth, as long as it is well cultivated, it will definitely become an unparalleled treasure!"

Yang Jian also smiled with some satisfaction, holding the gun with both hands, and gently twisted the gun, feeling that the gun is quite easy to use.

but……

Everything is afraid of this but.

"Unfortunately, I don't have a chance," Yang Jian solemnly placed the gun on the stone pier, cupped the gun, and then strode towards a corner.

Ao Ji next to him was a little puzzled, seeing that Yang Jian actually walked to the side of the bamboo grove, slashed at a green bamboo, and broke it directly from the root...

It's not that he feels sorry for the spiritual bamboo planted in his own treasure house, but he really doesn't understand why Yang Jian gave up the treasure and broke a bamboo.

Could it be that you want to use bamboo to make a gun barrel? This is too weird.

"Why..."

Before Ao Ji finished asking, Yang Jian suddenly squeezed the bamboo pole in his hand, and heard a soft sound, the bamboo pole became a bamboo stick, and Yang Jian grabbed a black object like a fire stick.

"Yeah?" Ao Ji was stunned for a moment, and then lost his voice in surprise: "I was talking about this treasure earlier! Why did it grow in the bamboo?"

Yang Jian looked a little solemn, threw the bamboo sticks away, grabbed the 'black stick' which was about the same height as himself, and touched the black stick with both hands inch by inch.

I just feel that this black stick is lifeless, and with Yang Jian's current state of Xuangong, it is a bit difficult to hold it.

Yang Jian injected a wave of Xuangang, and the black stick suddenly shone with rays of light, as if it had come alive! It even let out a roar like a wild beast, and the layer of black air attached to the surface was washed away by the rays of light!

This island is actually trembling slightly!

"Don't mess around!"

With a yell, Yang Jian retracted the Xuangang in the black stick, and the cloud of black energy melted back again, sticking to the stick, motionless.

This treasure... is not a stick, it should be a completed gun body, but it is missing the most critical tip.

Yang Jian carefully felt that this layer of black air seemed to be intentional by the person who forged the gun, in order to seal the spirituality of the gun from passing away, and wait for the tip of the gun to become one.

At one end, there is a 'small hole' for the tip of the gun. There are circles of threads in the hole, and there are many thin lines in the threads.

Yang Jian sized it up very carefully, recalling the lines on the spear that looked like dragon scales when Xuangang charged away the black air just now...

"Brother? Can I take this thing?" Yang Jian shouted loudly.

"Naturally," the voice of the Dragon King of the East Sea came from the side, bypassing the corner of the bamboo forest and appearing behind Ao Ji.

But the eyes of the Dragon King of the East China Sea flickered a little, and said: "This magic weapon is not finished yet, do you know where the tip of the spear is?"

The appearance of a three-pointed and two-edged spear appeared in Yang Jian's mind, and then he thought of the three-headed Bibojiao, and asked, "But it has something to do with the dragon clan?"

"That's right," the Dragon King of the East Sea sighed, with a slightly lonely expression, and said in a low voice, "I didn't want it to appear in the world, so I let it sink in this forest. I didn't expect that you and it are so destined. It chose you, and you also fell in love with it."

Ao Ji couldn't help slandering in his heart, and secretly felt worthless for his sister-in-law.

Why do you feel that choosing a weapon is more troublesome than planning a marriage that day?

The Dragon King of the East China Sea walked forward and took the pointed spear. The body of the spear was trembling slightly, as if it was about to break free and return to Yang Jian's hand.

Yang Jian also smiled.

"This thing was originally my fourth brother."

As soon as Ao Guang spoke, Yang Jian's smile froze; because what Ao Guang said was not "My fourth brother owns", but these simple four words - "My fourth brother".

Yang Jian's smile suddenly froze.

One train? Turned into a gun? Or a pointless gun... What's the point here?

The Dragon King sighed softly, returned the pointed spear to Yang Jian, and slowly told a story of the past...

...

After entering the Dragon Palace for half a day, Yang Jian hadn't waited for Yang Xiaochan to come to him on his own initiative, and he somewhat admired his sister's improvement in concentration.

After leaving the treasure house, Ao Ji ran away after rubbing oil on his feet, saying that he was rushing to refine the treasure, but judging by his appearance, he was obviously avoiding the plague god.

Who is the God of Plague?

Yang Jian couldn't help but smile, presumably Xiao Chan lived with Ao Xinke, and usually made trouble for Ao Ji.

The Dragon Lord is still in the treasury, and seems to be mourning the dead of the dragon clan. Yang Jian didn't stay there for long after taking the spear, and went straight to Ao Xinke's residence.

He was in the right mood and wanted to tease Xiao Chan'er, so he used his profound energy to hide his appearance, then turned into a butterfly and flew over with fluttering wings.

Butterfly... Second Master's hobby is strange.

I saw the butterfly fluttering its wings all the way, but it was flying very fast. It didn't take long to arrive at the gate of a main hall on the upper side. Instead of going through the main entrance, it flew to the window in the corner.

As soon as I got to the window, I heard an indignant complaint from inside...

"I think my brother doesn't want me as a younger sister anymore! I didn't say I came here first when I came to the Dragon Palace, and I was delayed for seven and a half hours!"

Yang Jian couldn't help laughing, no wonder the little girl didn't go looking for him, she was really angry.

Chu Qian persuaded softly: "Second Master is busy, we should be more considerate."

"That's, that's it," Ao Xinke still paused when she spoke, which reminded Yang Jian of what the Dragon King said.

The pointless spear he got had a lot to do with Ao Xinke.

The butterfly flapped its wings and flew in quietly through the open window.

Unfortunately, Ao Xinke was standing by the window, and when she saw a butterfly flying towards her, she blinked her eyes, grabbed the scroll in her hand and threw it at the butterfly...

Eh?

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment.

He came here in the form of a butterfly, shouldn't it be... landing on the tip of his fiancée's hair, and then changing into a human form and standing in front of her, silently looking at her... Is this a scene?

Don't women like butterflies?

Yang Jian was stunned, and just let the scroll hit his head, and quickly removed the magic power of transformation, really afraid that something would happen to him with a letter from his unmarried wife...

With a soft slap, Yang Jian got hit on the forehead and smiled wryly.

Ao Xinke let out a soft cry, and hurriedly took half a step back, her face was flushed, she faltered and couldn't speak. Xiao Chan'er jumped up in surprise and rushed towards Yang Jian.

Seeing that she was about to fall into her brother's arms, Yang Xiaochan suddenly stopped, pouted her mouth, and hummed softly, her eyes were a little red.

"I don't have a brother who drops me off."

"I'm not back yet," Yang Jian said softly, but Yang Xiaochan finally couldn't hold back anymore, she rushed forward and hugged Yang Jian, sobbing.

It seemed to be venting the grievances she had suffered these days, as well as the worries in her heart.

Yang Jian sighed, patted Yang Xiaochan's head lightly, glanced at Chu Qian, feeling a little complicated in his heart.

About his mother's previous life, should he talk about it...