The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Year after year, day after day, she was quietly waiting by this river, waiting for something.

The Empress Dowager of the Great Virtue transformed into the Six Realms to save the prehistoric and all spirits, but gave up the immeasurable merits of sanctification...

Such a legendary figure is actually not so high and far away.

Of course, there were not many people in the whole prehistoric who could see her.

The only thing is, Houtu has an inexplicable closeness to Yang Jian that even Yang Jian can't tell. When she saw Yang Jian again, her eyes brightened a lot, and she walked from the riverside with a smile.

"You're here?"

"Well," Yang Jian suddenly didn't know what to say, his mind, which usually turns very fast, suddenly became sluggish.

I just have a kind of idea that I want to stay here with her more, sit by the river and talk to her about the interesting things that happened in the prehistoric, and then ask her about the unforgettable people and things in ancient times.

She was like a fairy walking out of some flowers, pure and without any dirt, she circled around Yang Jian, nodding with her hands behind her back.

"It's only been five hundred years, and your cultivation base has grown so rapidly. You must have had a lot of chances. Hmm? You have been tied with a red thread. Which girl are you going to marry?"

"The Dragon King's family is the daughter of Zulong, who was born in recent years," Yang Jian replied calmly.

It seems to be showing off to Hou Tu, and it seems to be reporting his current situation to a very close elder.

Houtu seemed to be quite satisfied and nodded, stretched out his hand to help Yang Jian straighten his collar, stepped back two steps, frowned suddenly, and let out a soft sigh.

"You actually went down this road."

She raised her hand, and something flew out from the belt of the black turtle, it was the iron plate.

Houtu gently rubbed his fingers on the iron plate, and asked Yang Jian, "Did your master give it to you?"

"No, I got it from the Xuanyuan Tomb in Luzhou, Beiju. I got the benefits left by Xuangui, and I also got this." Yang Jian briefly described the situation at that time, and sat on the ground with a relaxed mind under Houtu's gesture.

Nuwa's agreement was almost forgotten by him, and the master's Taoist injury was not in a hurry.

Yang Jian always wanted to spend more time with her, because there was such longing in her eyes.

Hou Tu listened to the process of Yang Jian getting the iron medal, nodded slightly, "Nine...why are you the ninth..."

"Are there still eight in front?" Yang Jian said casually, "Where did those eight go? Are they dead?"

As soon as the word "dead" came out, Yang Jian's mouth was pressed against by Houtu's fingers, and Houtu said softly: "Don't talk nonsense, be careful that it really comes true, you want to know about this iron sign?"

"Well," Yang Jian nodded, "I always feel that this seems to be a matter of my future life and death."

"It's not just about you, it's also about the whole prehistoric world," Houtu exchanged the iron plate to Yang Jian, "I don't know much about it, but I heard from my elder brother in ancient times that a group of masters wanted to go against the law of heaven, and they made a plan."

"Calculations?"

"No, it's a strategy, not a calculation," Houtu tapped her finger, and a few butterflies flew from nowhere, gently circling around her fingertips.

Smooth skin, flawless curves, almost perfect profile... Yang Jian looked at the picture scroll so close at hand, feeling a little intoxicated.

Houtu's voice was light and ethereal, and he slowly said: "You should know that the dividing point between ancient times and ancient times is the three sermons in Zixiao Palace. After the second sermon, six saints were born in heaven and earth. In almost a hundred years, six saints became holy one after another."

"Yes," Yang Jian nodded slightly.

"These six saints, although they are in the realm of saints, they are sanctified by the merits of heaven, and they are shackled by heaven." Houtu said, "They have nothing but the magic power of saints and the supernatural powers of destroying heaven and earth, but they are imprisoned by heaven in this narrow world. If they leave this world, their saint supernatural powers will not be able to be used."

Yang Jian froze for a moment, "Is there still such a saying?"

"So, they are not real saints, they can only be saints. Human beings stand between the heaven and the earth, and cannot go beyond the heaven and the earth."

Yang Jian was indeed surprised.

Houtu said that he would not lie, and those high-ranking saints actually had so many flaws.

Houtu sighed again: "But the six of them rule everything in the world, including the way of heaven."

"What does that have to do with this brand?"

"Someone is not reconciled," Hou Tu gently fiddled with his fingers, and pictures appeared on the water. "Among the six saints, there are some who are not reconciled. They want to see what the real holy way should look like, so they use their magic power and supernatural powers to set up this strategy."

The saint is not reconciled?

Is this iron medal of mine made by a saint?

Yang Jian was a little hesitant, always feeling that he had touched some secret that he shouldn't touch at this moment.

"Specifically, what is the strategy?"

"Choose nine ascetics who have the best chance to prove the Tao with strength, train them, give them luck and opportunities, and let them go to the real holy land. I remember that the first one to be selected was Kunpeng from Beihai."

Yang Jian stared.

Houtu seemed to know why Yang Jian was astonished, and said eloquently: "Kunpeng was indeed the most promising innate creature to prove the Tao back then, but unfortunately, it couldn't do it either. It escaped into the chaos and disappeared. I don't know whether it is dead or alive now."

Yang Jian only felt that his mouth was a little dry, "Then, who else is there?"

"I don't know about the rest. When Kunpeng escaped, I was already here."

Yang Jian nodded and sat there thinking for a long time.

He heard Kunpeng's name again.

Demon Master Kunpeng, he has promised Xuanyuan Huangdi that if he has the strength to fight Kunpeng in the future, he will go to Kunpeng to fight.

Kunpeng also has such an iron plate with a big 'one' written on it?

Who is the 'two'? Who is so second?

Houtu added a few more words: "If you want to know who the other chosen ones are, you might as well ask your master. Brother Yuanshi seems to have participated in it back then."

"Well," Yang Jian nodded, burying the matter in his heart.

sanctified...

He was actually entrusted by the sage with the hope of proving the Tao with strength...

I also remembered what Kong Xuan said that day, "the ninth thing can be done", does it mean that the saint master will take extra care of himself?

"Your Majesty, how is Liu Ya?"

Hou Tu blinked: "Isn't she right in front of you?"

Yang Jian was suddenly surprised and didn't know what to say.

After telling myself so much, it must be the Queen of Earth, right? Could it be that Liuya and Houtu merged into one?

That's right, Liuya is her Dao fruit, and the two are one.

"I'm not joking with you, look over there," Houtu pointed to the upper reaches of the river, a jade coffin was floating on the river, and it was almost in front of their eyes.

With a light movement of Houtu's left hand, the lid of the jade coffin opened, and a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl floated up slowly, with her eyes closed, sleeping very peacefully.

Isn't this girl the grown-up Liu Ya? Red lips, white teeth, and jade-like skin, it is the age of cardamom, but the figure is already exquisite.

"Is it not enough luck?" Yang Jian has already started to roll up his sleeves.

"It's enough, and doesn't need too much," Houtu said, "Next, she only needs to practice slowly, and then she can grow on her own."

After hesitating for a while, Yang Jian took out the golden talisman and spoke about the agreement between Nuwa and himself.

At the same time, the girl who was also wearing a white dress landed beside Yang Jian, laying down among those small white flowers and continued to sleep peacefully.

"Nuwa and I used to be rivals, but they are also my few friends. What you are talking about, I made an appointment with her a long time ago." Houtu smiled, "Your master's Dao injury, maybe only Nuwa can heal. She has an immature chaotic green lotus seed, which has been transformed into a 24th-rank samsara purple jade lotus platform. If you let your master sit on it, it will take some time, and even the most serious Dao injury will heal itself."

"What?"

When Yang Jian heard this, instead of being happy, he stood up in shock.

The chaotic green lotus, the number one treasure of the primordial world, needless to say.

And an immature chaotic green lotus seed is already an existence comparable to an innate treasure, let alone a 24th grade reincarnation purple jade lotus platform, which is an innate treasure!

Why would Nuwa lend such a treasure to her master?

If it wasn't for plotting against Empress Houtu's dao fruit, then there must be greater conditions waiting for him.

That's right, I took Liuya there by myself, and Nuwa would only tell me how to heal my master's injury...

Thinking of this, Yang Jian said with a wry smile: "Your Majesty, tell me, what will the Sage Majesty ask me to do to lend us the reincarnation purple jade lotus platform?"

"Of course I couldn't guess it," Hou Tuqi said, "Didn't she tell you?"

"No... that's all, let's take a step at a time. Master's injury seems to be quite serious. It's good to have some hope."

Although Yang Jian said so, he was thinking in his heart whether he should go to Nuwa Palace to play a rogue.

Hou Tu asked if he felt lost: "Are you in a hurry to go back?"

Yang Jian wanted to say 'no rush', but he couldn't say it...

"It's okay, I can see and hear what Liuya sees and hears here," Hou Tukuai got up, and stretched out a hand to Yang Jian's face.

Yang Jian's heart was touched, he closed his eyes, and let the cold little hand touch his cheek.

This has nothing to do with love, it's just that she is expressing her reluctance.

"I'll send you back to the human world. In half a month, you will go to the Nether Stream at the bottom of the North Sea to pick up Liuya. She can't be born directly, she needs an introduction."

"Do you need me to prepare anything?"

"Women's clothes, when she wakes up, she won't have half of the mana on her body."

Yang Jian nodded slightly, and opened his eyes to look at Houtu again, but all he saw was a cloud of colorful clouds.

Houtu's breath seemed to be still blowing towards his face, and his voice was still in his ears, but Yang Jian felt a pulling force, slowly pulling him into the air.

"Ma'am..."

"You don't call me like that in your heart. Next time you see me, call me what you want."

What are you shouting in your heart?

Yang Jian froze for a moment, the light and shadow in front of his eyes suddenly changed, and then he heard a buzzing sound, as if he had passed through an invisible portal.

When he came back to his senses, he was already standing on a mountain peak, and there was an abyss beneath his feet.

came back?

Yang Jian looked at the golden talisman in his hand, looked up at the scorching sun above his head, and didn't move for a long time.

Really, like a dream...