The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

(PS: There are two clerical mistakes at the beginning of the last chapter, and it was truncated and handwritten. I checked it several times and didn't notice it. I hereby explain it.

‘My lord, Mo, the leader of the F4 Heavenly Regiment on Kowloon Island, thank you fellow Taoists for your support. ’)

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After Wang Mo disappeared, Yang Jian turned around and flew towards the fairy boat, but the pointed spear did not put away, a ball of blood condensed on the invisible tip, and was thrown into the air by Yang Jian.

"Brother, what a skill! That Wang Mo is also a figure of the older generation, I didn't expect to be dismissed so easily by you!"

Lingzhu came up to him with a smile, and supported Yang Jian's figure without a trace, as if he was being carried back to the clam by Yang Jian.

Back in the clam, Lingzhu immediately arranged a formation to isolate the situation in the clam.

Ao Xinke hurried back with Yang Xiaochan, but Chu Qian flew back unhurriedly without showing any flaws.

Inside the clam, Yang Jian closed his eyes tightly, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he leaned against the wall of the clam, breathing heavily.

"Brother, you are injured!" Yang Xiaochan was at a loss, not knowing what to do.

"It's nothing, brother, it's just that the soul is too exhausted," Ling Zhuzi explained in a slow voice, "it's not injured, it's just a headache now, just take a rest. My master mentioned that brother has an unpredictable supernatural power, and it seems that I can see it today."

Ao Xinke fell to the side, combed Yang Jian's long hair, and said in a low voice, "Very, very...very strong."

She should be referring to the fleeting divine eye.

Yang Jian's left and right sides were occupied by people, and Yang Xiaochan couldn't get close to her brother for a while, but from what the future sister-in-law said, her brother should be really fine.

She sighed in her heart, and sat next to Ao Xinke.

Yang Jian slowly opened his eyes. Although he was full of energy, he could hear some deep tiredness: "Go to find a big city on earth, so as not to attack the king and demon. Junior brother...tell this matter to Master Taiyi, I'll sleep for a while..."

"Don't worry, brother, I understand."

There was murderous look in Lingzhuzi's eyes. Although he seldom walked outside and was handsome, he didn't have the temperament to let it go.

That Wang Mo blatantly intercepted and killed Yang Jian, which was tantamount to directly declaring war on Chanjiao!

If the second generation disciples of Chanjiao stay still, I am afraid they will be ridiculed by the prehistoric cultivators!

When Yang Jian leaned against Ao Xinke and fell asleep, Ling Zhuzi immediately took out two talisman letters. In one talisman letter, he talked about the cause and effect of the matter from the oil noodle boy on the boat, mentioned the "calculations" Yang Jian said, and reported to Wang Mo about it.

This talisman letter was sent out first, and instantly penetrated into the cloud and disappeared.

This is for Daoist Taiyi.

Then Ling Zhuzi wrote the following words in another talisman letter:

'Ling Zhuzi, a disciple of Master Taiyi, reported that today he went out to practice with brother Yang Jian, a disciple of Master Yuding's disciple. '

'The King Demon of Nine Dragons Island suddenly attacked and said he wanted to avenge his disciple, so he beat Senior Brother Yang Jian to serious injury. We escaped by chance, and now we are temporarily avoiding the demon king in Nanfangbuzhou. '

'My disciples often hear that the three religions of humanism and Taoism are one, and Wang Mo is also a disciple of that saint. Why are you targeting us so much? Unexpectedly, I was humiliated by my teacher's inheritance, so I hereby report to many teachers in Ming Yuxu Palace. '

‘Disciple Lingzhuzi, worship me. '

After writing these words, Ling Zhuzi couldn't help curling her lips, and then used her magical powers to draw a cloud in front of her.

In the clouds and mist, there was actually a scene of the battle between Wang Mo and Yang Jian. It was full of Wang Mo condensing the power of heaven and earth to attack Yang Jian, and Yang Jian held a gun and "supported hard".

Gather the cloud and mist into a ball, attach it to the back of the Fuxin jade tablet, and then activate the Fuxin and throw it to the west.

The two talisman letters, the front and the back, have roughly the same content, but the rhetoric is very different.

If Yang Jian was awake, maybe he wouldn't stop Lingzhu. After all, the king's devil's attack on him was not just his own business. If it affects his whole body, he must report to Ming Yuxu Palace as soon as possible.

Lingzhu sneered, and said: "I think that Wang Mo will die this time or not!"

There was a bit of ruthlessness in that delicate face.

"Brother Lingzhuzishi, what did you do?" Yang Xiaochan asked from the side.

Lingzhuzi's face softened, and he said with a smile: "Sue, call someone. Just watch, the king demon will not be able to dance for a few days. By the way, Senior Brother Yang Jian told us to find a big city to hide in before going to bed. Why is that?"

Chu Qian said softly: "The human race inherits the luck of heaven and earth, but 90% of the luck of the human race is gathered in the secular world. Ordinary people cannot be killed, and if they are killed, they will be entangled in karma. There are such sayings among the monster race, but few people listen to them."

"So that's how it is," Ling Zhuzi nodded, and said, "Then let's find a place to stay and wait for the brother to wake up. I have a blindfold, and those mortals should not be able to see me."

With such a combination, several people drove the clam to the nearest mortal city.

When entering the city, Lingzhuzi's complexion was a bit ugly, and after turning into a scholar, she couldn't help covering her mouth and nose.

There are many vulgar people, and the turbid air is chaotic and clear.

Both Yang Xiaochan and Chu Qian are better. Yang Xiaochan is originally a human race, and Chu Qian is still a monster race, and they often come to the secular world.

The Lingzhu was born in Yaochi and transformed into Qianyuan Mountain. It was originally a Lingshi, but it is a real fairy who eats clouds and drinks dew. It is the first time to come to the secular world, how can it bear such turbidity.

Soon, Ling Zhuzi's handsome face turned into a sick one, and she entered an inn, settled Yang Jian on the bed, and couldn't help but fled to the sky above the big city.

"What's wrong with this senior brother?" Yang Xiaochan blinked, "Have you been poisoned?"

Chu Qian smiled and said, "Perhaps the immortal body is too transparent, and the mundane turbidity will get better after hearing more."

Ao Xinke stayed by Yang Jian's bed, picked up a slip of the book from somewhere, and began to read it slowly.

Seeing her future sister-in-law caring so much for her elder brother, Yang Xiaochan should have been happy in her heart, but for some reason, she felt a little sour.

"Sister Qian, let's go for a walk, I see there are many interesting things on the street over there."

"That's fine, but remember to hide your figure," Chu Qian said softly, and took a few more pieces of jade, and lightly tapped them into gold and silver.

Yang Xiaochan went to say hello to Ao Xinke, and Ao Xinke told her not to go far, the concern in her eyes was certainly not fake.

Xiao Chan'er left the inn and walked on the secular street where people come and go, the depression in her eyes became more and more obvious.

Chu Qian on the side saw her strangeness, just smiled, and didn't say much.

Although Yang Jian was too tired to fall into a deep sleep, he also left a trace of perception outside his body. If danger is approaching, he can wake up in time.

But he slept for a day and a night, and after he fell asleep, the feeling quietly returned to his body, but the surroundings were too peaceful and peaceful, allowing him to gradually relax his mind...

Unexpectedly, when he opened his eyes, he was amazed by the beautiful woman beside the bed.

She leaned against the bed rail, and sat there lightly, her fairy clothes perfectly presented her slender and seductive curves, but it didn't make people excited.

The soft black silk slipped down on the bed, and looking up along the blue silk, one could see the fair skin on the slender neck and the slightly raised clean chin, like the most moist gem in the world.

Yang Jian slid across the poem like this:

The hands are like catkins, the skin is like creamy fat, and the collar is like a grub...

She really is.

"Xinke?"

Yang Jian yelled softly, he couldn't just stare blankly like this, even if it was a wife who had never been married, it would be a little rude.

Ao Xinke looked at Yang Jian, blinked her eyes lightly, and smiled softly at the corner of her mouth, and answered the phrase "Qiaoxiaoqianxi, beautiful eyes looking forward".

"I just thought that you are so beautiful," Yang Jian said in a warm voice, and Ao Xinke who said it blushed slightly, and agreed softly.

Although Yang Jian still felt a little powerless, his condition was much better than before going to bed, and his complexion had returned to normal.

Ao Xinke wanted to help him sit up, but Yang Jian accepted it calmly, without any twitching.

She asked softly, "Where, where...are you uncomfortable?"

"It's nothing serious," Yang Jian touched his forehead, and he was a little relieved to find that his vertical eyes were not born early this time.

Ao Xinke blinked, but she was very sensible and didn't ask too many questions. She walked to the side and took out the fairy spring from Dragon Palace, and made a pot of tea for Yang Jian.

She was walking back to the bed with her teacup in hand, but she heard the sound of Fang Wai running, and then the door was kicked open, and Yang Xiaochan, who was dressed in men's attire, dragged Chu Qian and ran in.

Chu Qian had a slight smile on her face, but Yang Xiaochan's face was flushed, a flush that couldn't be concealed by the disguise of fairy art.

"Xiaochan? What trouble did you get into again?" Yang Jian scolded with a cold face.

Yang Xiaochan didn't dare to look at Yang Jian at all, ran to the corner and huddled in the armchair, hugging her knees with her hands, and something was wrong with her.

Chu Qian said a few words to Yang Jian, and Yang Jian glared at Chu Qian, who lowered her head in fear.

Yang Jian cursed dumbfoundedly: "I know she doesn't understand anything, so why don't you stop her from unfolding her consciousness!"

"Your servant is guilty, please punish me." Chu Qian said softly, full of grievances.

Whether the cultivator uses his spiritual consciousness to check, how can others know?

"Forget it," Yang Jian waved his hands, looking at Yang Xiaochan over there, but his elder brother couldn't say much about these things.

Yang Jian glanced at Ao Xinke, who blinked at him, with a shy expression on his face, pursed his mouth and shook his head repeatedly.

She understands these things, after all, she has broken more than ten thousand volumes in her studies, and her cultivation base is advanced, and she will live almost one yuan. But she is also ignorant, she is still in her boudoir, these things make her a stupid woman how to speak.

Yang Jian had no choice but to stand up, straighten his clothes, and walk to Yang Xiaochan's side.

She raised her hand to pat Yang Xiaochan, but Yang Xiaochan was so nervous that her body trembled slightly, she looked up at Yang Jian, bit her lip and quickly lowered her head, probably not knowing what she was talking about.

"Brother... the Taoist companion is also, the Taoist companion... is that what you want? I really got my eyes dirty, will I get boils..."

Yang Jian said seriously: "A Taoist couple is a Taoist couple, and it should not be generalized from ordinary couples. Cough, our mother is not by my side. Today, I will explain this to you for my brother... the Yin and Yang of the world, and the principles of morality."

"elder brother……"

"You don't have to be too shy. This is the truth you should know. You also need to understand that this matter is of great importance to the cultivator. From now on, you must not be too contemptuous of yourself. Love yourself."

Yang Jian sighed, and decided to instill some relatively 'mature' theories into Yang Xiaochan, so that she wouldn't look down on her in the future and make her make mistakes without knowing it.

As the saying goes, an older brother is like a father.

But when it came to Yang Jian, he was like a father and a mother, and he had to enlighten his younger sister. Seriously...

Wonderful... Cough, it's hard to say.