The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"Brother Yang Jian, why are you wearing so many layers of clothes...how do you wear this? Can you come and help me?"

"Study it yourself," Bai Ze was really afraid that Yang Jian would open his mouth and agree, so he hurriedly shouted at the jade coffin.

Hanging beside the jade coffin are some magic clothes, which were bought with a lot of money from some big cities in China when Yang Jian passed through Zhongshenzhou before he came.

Hou Tu personally asked Yang Jian to bring some clothes, so Yang Jian naturally did not dare to relax and prepared a lot of clothes.

"How should these corpse repairers be dealt with?" Lu Chunyang asked, "Although these guys are not making trouble now, once they become popular, I'm afraid it will be a hidden worry."

But Yang Jian said: "It's just remnant spirits. Although life and death are the norm in the world, but these corpse repairers can get a chance in death, why bear to destroy them again."

Bai Ze also nodded, and said: "Even if they really become a mess, some experts will deal with them. What's more, the corpse repair is also closely related to the Netherworld. It's better to ignore this matter."

Yang Jian and Lu Chunyang nodded at the same time, quite convinced by Bai Ze's words.

This old man is a strange species from the wilderness, and he obtained the Tao in ancient times. He can know everything in the world, and he can understand the changes of yin and yang. He is not an ordinary person.

But even such an old fairy was beaten up by a young girl without any temper. Over there, Liuya shouted, "Master, why don't you ask Brother Yang Jian to come over and help me put it on."

Bai Ze almost put the knife on Yang Jian's neck, forcing him to serve Liuya.

After a little laughing, Liuya stood up in the jade coffin with her bare feet, wearing a long white dress and her long hair blowing in the wind.

She didn't have any mana, so Bai Ze hurriedly used his own mana to protect her, lest she be hurt by the pollution here.

"Liuya?" Bai Ze leaned forward with a smile.

"Master!" Liuya's eyes turned red, her nose twitched, "I thought I would never see you again, I know I've dragged you down, so I just try not to pester you in the future."

"Liuya... oh, I..."

Bai Ze, who is usually eloquent and has a lot of ideas, is speechless at this moment, and can only sigh in disappointment.

Her memory at this time still stays in the Great Thousand World where the aura is about to dry up. It was Bai Ze who abandoned her and asked her to follow Yang Jian...

Lu Chunyang said from the side: "If you don't deal with these corpse repairs, let's leave, this is not a place to talk."

Bai Ze looked at Yang Jian, but Yang Jian said, "Wait a minute, I'll ask these corpse repairmen a few things."

After saying that, Yang Jian walked up to the seventeen motionless Daluojing Corpse Cultivators, and Bai Ze undid some of the formations. These Corpse Cultivators immediately yelled, each one getting worse and worse.

The words that can still be distinguished are like this:

"If you dare to hurt the saint, even if I die again, I won't spare you!"

"Release the saint!"

"How dare you! You will be punished!"

And so on, it doesn't matter.

"Saint?" Yang Jian said coldly, with a bit of majesty, "Is she your saint?"

On the other side, Liuya stood in the "mana ball" arranged by Bai Ze, and slowly floated over, "Brother Yang Jian, who are they?"

"Saint!" A female corpse repairer stared at Liu Ya and asked in a voice, "Has the saint come back to life?"

"I didn't die in the first place," Liuya blinked, and her clear voice was a little childlike and innocent, "It's just that a big sister made me sleep for a long time, and said that I would see Master and brother when I woke up, so I fell asleep."

Yang Jian raised his hand to signal Liu Ya not to speak, and Liu Ya quickly shut up, obediently floating aside.

"You said she was a saint, when was she placed here?" Yang Jian continued to ask, adding a few more words, "She is considered your saint, but she is called my elder brother and this senior as a master. Are you all brainless after death?"

"You've lost your brain!" A burly man scolded, "Even if I become this inhuman, I still have brains!"

Yang Jian sneered: "In that case, why didn't I answer your question when I asked you? Could it be that you want your saintess to ask you in person?"

Among these corpse repairmen, an old woman with an old face and a fairy air all over her body pondered a few times, and all the corpse repairmen shut up.

The old corpse repair woman said softly: "Saint, this place has been here since ancient times. The old man fell in ancient times, fell into the North Sea after death, and was washed to this Nether Stream by the current. His corpse is immortal, and his spiritual wisdom will be enlightened hundreds of thousands of years later."

"The old man knows that the re-enlightenment of spiritual wisdom is all due to the presence of the saint. Since then, the holy coffin has been there."

Yang Jian frowned when he heard the words, and just about to speak, the old corpse repair woman said again: "Speaking of which, about five hundred years ago, when I was in retreat, I suddenly felt the holy ground shaking, yin and yang were confused, and it would end in three days. When I came to check, the holy coffin was still there, but the saint seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. I couldn't feel the breath... I don't know when, but I can feel that the saint is in the jade coffin..."

Bai Ze next to him said in a deep voice: "Could it be that this jade coffin was out for three days, and I happened to come across it? I am indeed the Liuya I found in the jade coffin."

Liuya blinked, her delicate face was full of curiosity.

Lu Chunyang next to him frowned, looked at Bai Ze, and thought to himself, what are the imposing ancient ten demon saints doing with their coffins?

"Born from death, and reincarnated."

Yang Jian read a sentence lightly, and seemed to gain something, stood there with his hands behind his back and waited for a moment, with a little light shining on his forehead.

Yang Jian patted his forehead to hide the light, and said, "Do you know who you are and where this place is?"

"This place... the Nether Stream, the Santu River, is connected to the underworld." The old woman smiled wryly, "We are just spirits reborn from corpses. Even if we have a little memory of our lives, we dare not recognize our relatives and friends. We are dead, just remnant spirits."

Yang Jian nodded, and said directly: "The saintess you are talking about is actually the saintess of the entire nether world. Her name is the saintess of the netherworld. Today, I am taking her away by the order of the Empress Dowager, and sent her to the Wa Palace to practice and learn Taoism."

What he said, he didn't change his face or take a long breath, not only the corpse repairer, but also Lu Chunyang believed it...

Yang Jian continued:

"If you practice here, practice as you please. Don't go out to search, and don't cause trouble. If I know that you are causing harm to the world, I will never forgive you!"

There was a divine light in Yang Jian's eyes, and all the corpse repairmen bowed their heads, not daring to look at Yang Jian.

He went through all this trouble, in fact, just to say the following words, to warn these morticians, lest they cause trouble.

The old woman raised her head and asked, "Which Wa Palace?"

"Saint Dojo."

"So...it's a good thing..."

"The jade coffin is here, so there won't be any changes here, you just stay at ease." Yang Jian waved his hand, calling for several people to come along.

The corpse cultivators were still bound here by the formation, and Bai Ze left behind when he left, trapping them for half a month, after which the formation would dissipate on its own.

Bai Ze used his power to lead Liuya, but Liuya followed Yang Jian; Lu Chunyang stepped on his sword and followed, looking at Liuya from time to time, his eyes always showing some thought.

They flew out of the vortex without doing anything, and the tumbling sea of ​​blood and sewage in front of them separated a path by themselves. It seemed that the blood and water had spirits and did not dare to contaminate Liuya.

Liuya clutched her little nose, seeming a little scared; Bai Ze urged a few times, and the three of them led Liuya straight up.

"Wow, so many coffins...there are people lying in them!"

Lu Chunyang smiled and said, "Didn't you also come out of the coffin?"

Liuya glanced at Lu Chunyang, tugged Yang Jian's sleeve lightly, and asked in a low voice, "Brother, is this strange Taoist priest your friend?"

"Well, I forgot to introduce it," Yang Jian said with a smile, "This is my good friend, Sword Fairy Lu Chunyang."

Bai Ze said: "The name of Duke Dong's reincarnation has long been heard."

Lu Chunyang waved his hand: "Don't mention this matter, don't mention this matter, in terms of seniority, senior Bai Ze should be ahead of me."

Liuya stared at Bai Ze, and asked in surprise, "Master, do you have a name? Bai Ze...that name is so weird."

Bai Ze rolled his eyes angrily, while Yang Jian smiled and said, "Your master is a very powerful person, look around, we are in the deep sea now."

"But, aren't there fish in the sea?"

"This is the North Sea, the coldest place in the wilderness, and there are few schools of fish," Yang Jian explained patiently. Bai Ze raised his hand and drew the formation again. After a while, a formation diagram formed above the four people's heads, as if a door had opened in the sea.

The four of them crashed into it, and when they reappeared, they were already standing in the air above the 100,000-mile ice field in the North Sea.

Liuya was amazed again, looking at Yang Jian and then at her master, not knowing what to say for a while.

Bai Ze hesitated to speak, but he still asked, "When will you send it?"

These four words really hit Yang Jian's heart, making Yang Jian unable to answer.

In Bai Ze's old eyes, there is too much reluctance, too much concern, too much prayer, full of struggle...

If he stood on the standpoint of being a disciple, Yang Jian should immediately send Liuya to Nuwa's palace and ask Nuwa how to heal his master's injury.

But, how could he have the heart not to give Bai Ze and Liu Ya a little time to reunite?

What's more, Empress Houtu once analyzed it for herself, and Yang Jian also knew that 90% of what Empress Nuwa said was the incomparably precious purple jade reincarnation lotus platform, and she would definitely not give it to herself so easily, there would be a lot of hardships...

"One month later," Yang Jian looked at Liuya and said with a smile, "Why don't you take her to Meishan. Senior, you spend more time with her, and I will ask my mother to teach her some things that women should know."

Bai Ze was taken aback when he heard the words, then grinned, turned his head away to wipe his old eyes, and nodded repeatedly.

"Good, it should be like this, I have to trouble Princess Bailian."

Lu Chunyang next to him murmured a few times, fearing that Yang Jian would be deceived by Bai Ze, the old demon saint, and said that he had nothing to do, so he went to live in Meishan together.

In this way, the three men made a decision under Liuya's blank gaze——

Take Liuya to live in Meishan for a month, and then send her to Nuwa Palace.

Bai Ze immediately drew the teleportation formation out of thin air, and Yang Jian took the opportunity to ask for advice, and Bai Ze directly threw more than ten jade charms to Yang Jian, so that Yang Jian could comprehend it by himself.

Then, Bai Ze moved closer to Liu Ya, "My dear apprentice, you have never been to the prehistoric world. Master will use the technique of cloud mirror to show you all over thousands of mountains and mountains and three thousand worlds later!"

"What is the technique of cloud mirror? Master, are you really a fairy?"

"Immortal?" Bai Ze chuckled, "It's all left over from Master's play! When we get to your Brother Yang Jian's house, Master will show you a few tricks!"

Beside, Lu Chunyang and Yang Jian looked at each other and smiled at the same time.

This apprentice slave can be considered a legend.