The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"Have you seen this thing?"

"Ah, I saw this iron plate once in the Taoist temple of the Great Immortal Zhenyuan. It was enshrined under the word "Heaven and Earth". I was quite impressed."

Yang Jian and Lu Chunyang asked and answered, Lu Chunyang forced himself to say this, his tongue was a little knotted.

Zhen Yuanzi?

Holding the iron plate, Yang Jian asked again: "What is the number on Senior Zhen Yuanzi's plate? Have you ever seen it?"

"What is a few... Uh, I didn't notice these, isn't this the one?" Lu Chunyang reached out and took the iron plate in his hand, "There must be nothing wrong with it. The lines on it seem simple, but after careful consideration, they imply the essence of the Dao. What is this?"

Yang Jian smiled without saying a word, took the sign back, and threw it back into Xuangui's belt.

"It's better if one more person knows about this matter than one less person," Yang Jian said in a pretentious manner.

Although he didn't think there was anything shameful about this matter, it was too embarrassing for him to say that he was valued by the sage, and he was going to try to prove the Tao with strength.

"The Great Desolation, the Great Desolation..."

Lu Chunyang didn't take it seriously, and lay there with his head up, resting on his fairy sword, his expression gradually relaxed.

Not long after, the snoring started lightly, and he had already fallen asleep.

Looking aside, Bai Ze was also lying there sprawled, counting the stars in the sky, and chanting names that Yang Jian seemed to have heard one after another. After a while, his eyes turned red.

The great generation belonging to Bai Ze has been buried in the prehistoric mountains and ridges. The past glory is gone forever, and only this old body is left, wasting the years, floating and sinking in the world of mortals for thousands of years.

Yang Jian didn't know how to persuade him, and he couldn't persuade him about this matter, so he just let the old man express himself through drunkenness.

Not long after, Yang Jian also yawned, lay there with his arms under his pillow, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

In the next month, both sides of the cliffs of Meishan were really bustling. Every day there were always groups of fairies shuttling around. Yao Ji was even more busy, setting up banquets every day. What she ate and what she drank, there was no repetition.

Yang Jian and Lu Chunyang were fine, they took Da Ang, Zhi Jian, and Guo Shen to drink every day in Meishan.

Bai Ze devoted himself to teaching Liuya, spending two hours a day, using the technique of cloud mirror to show Liuya the greatness of the prehistoric world, and talking to her about all kinds of major events from the beginning of the world to the present.

It is almost the same as when the real Yuding taught Yang Jian back then, they were all increasing their knowledge for their apprentices.

After Bai Ze finished teaching, Liu Ya would be dragged away by Yang Xiaochan who was "watching" from the side, and called to Tinglan Cuizhu Chuqian to play around.

Xi Meier just came to Meishan not long ago, she is always cautious, and she is not familiar with Xiao Chan, so naturally she will not take her with her.

Liuya was really flattered, but Yang Xiaochan's natural familiarity made her gradually let go of her guard, playing and playing with them, making Meishan full of laughter every day.

And after nightfall, Liuya will be called by Yao Ji to teach her some things that women should pay attention to, talk about the defense between men and women, and the etiquette that is prevalent in the prehistoric world today.

Yang Jian would show up every day and talk to Liu Ya.

He could see that the worry in Liuya's brows gradually dissipated, and he could also see that Liuya's pupils became brighter...

Gatherings are always so short.

The prehistoric years don't count, and I don't know how many years have passed.

In comparison, one month is too short, like a white horse passing by, the sun rises and the moon sets thirty times, and it is time to say goodbye.

At noon this day, on the top of Meishan Mountain.

Xiaochan was holding hands with Liuya to bid farewell, while Bai Ze stood beside him with his hands behind his back, silent for a long time.

Lu Chunyang was free and easy, saying that he couldn't see this, he left in the early morning and went back to the mountains to practice.

Yang Jian stood beside Bai Ze and asked, "Senior, why don't you come with me to Wa Palace."

"No," Bai Ze waved his hand, "If the sage asks me, as a senior of the Yaozu, why don't I protect the Yaozu, how should I answer?"

Yang Jian nodded, but could only sigh softly, and said nothing more.

Next to him, Yang Xiaochan was secretly sending a message to Liuya, who kept nodding her head, her little face full of seriousness.

Yang Jian also finds it rather strange that during the past month of getting along, his sister and Liu Ya are very close, and they have become like close friends in a boudoir.

The two of them kept talking for half an hour, until Yang Jian got a little impatient, took the golden talisman in his hand, and urged: "Nawa's palace is not closed all the year round, if you have something to say, use the jade talisman to send the message."

"Got it, that's all right!" Xiao Chan'er, who was half a head taller than Liuya, raised her hand and patted Liuya's shoulder, "You must remember what I told you."

"Yeah!" Liuya nodded solemnly, "I remember it all!"

Xiao Chan'er waved her hand, "Take care of yourself, if you have free time, come to Meishan to find me, and I will ask my mother to cook something delicious for you."

"Yeah!" Liuya nodded more authentically, with longing in her eyes.

Liu Ya is very clever, after saying goodbye to Xiao Chan'er, she walked to Yao Ji's side and said in a low voice, "During this time, I am grateful to you for taking care of me, I... I don't know what to say, thank you, brother Yang Jian's mother."

"Cultivate the Tao quietly, and enjoy longevity soon," Yao Ji said softly, and helped Liu Ya tidy up the skirt she made by herself. "After you live long, you will have endless years to play around with if you want to."

"Yes! I know!" Liuya clenched her fists, "Not only do I want to live forever, but I also want to become a Daluo Jinxian, and I will avenge my master in the future!"

Bai Ze spat out a mouthful of old blood, and cursed, "I'm not dead yet!"

Liu Ya giggled and ran over, looking at the slovenly old man in front of her, her smile gradually faded.

A few days ago, Yang Jian told her about going to Nuwa Palace to practice.

According to the rules in the prehistoric world, disciples do not follow the second teacher. She worshiped Empress Nuwa as her teacher, so she will not be able to call Bai Ze as her master in the future, lest she offend the saint and bring Bai Ze's death.

"Master..." Liuya pursed her lips and said softly, "Call you old man from now on, okay?"

"Me!" Bai Ze suddenly trembled with anger.

Liuya snorted, lowered her head and said, "Who made you always think of throwing me away?"

Bai Ze was speechless for a moment.

"Actually, think about it, master, you are quite pitiful," Liuya said in a small mouth, "Master, you are old, have a bad temper, and unlucky luck. You don't have any friends except Brother Yang Jian on weekdays. It's hard to have such a precious apprentice like me, and you are robbed of love by a high-ranking saint. Sigh..."

"Smelly girl's film! It's against you! Let's go! Go away!" Bai Ze waved his hands angrily, and turned to look at the clouds and mists in the distance, "Don't worry about me watching! Go! Go!"

"Let's go," Liuya turned around, walked to Yang Jian's side with her head down, and raised her hand to grab Yang Jian's sleeve.

Yang Jian said: "Senior, I will definitely deliver her safely."

Bai Ze remained silent, Yao Ji looked at Liu Ya tenderly, and Xiao Chan'er kept waving her little hands.

Riding the clouds, soaring into the sky, Yang Jian flew to the sky with Liu Ya.

Liu Ya kept her head down, and Yang Jian carefully wrapped her with profound energy, separating the wind and fire.

"Brother Yang Jian..."

"Don't bear it," Yang Jian's voice sounded like the last straw that crushed her, and Liu Ya leaned her face on Yang Jian's arm, crying bitterly.

She begged aloud...

"Can I stop worshiping the saint master? I don't want to become so powerful. When the master is old, only I can take care of him... I was brought up by the master since I was a child. He has no support in the future. How pitiful he is..."

Yang Jian was silent, closed his eyes, and the cloud head was fixed high in the sky.

Liuya said in a low voice: "I don't want to learn the way of a sage, I want to learn the way of a master...Brother Yang Jian, let me go back, I want to go back..."

"But this matter was decided by your predecessor." Yang Jian didn't know how to persuade him.

"My predecessor was not me. I was Liuya, who was brought up by Master." Liuya's teary eyes made Yang Jian really worried.

He stood there quietly, letting Liuya cry for a while, and it took about an hour before he stopped crying.

Liuya, when Bai Ze carried her out of the jade coffin, she was like a newborn girl. Bai Ze used his own luck to feed her to grow up, and brought her to look like four or five years old. His luck was already exhausted, so he had no choice but to let Yang Jian accept Liuya.

In Liuya's memory, besides Yang Jian, there is only Master.

The first time I opened my eyes I saw that old face, the first time I spoke and called out to Master, the first time I was beaten and cried by Master, the first time I pulled Master's beard...

Perhaps, Liuya is very dependent on Yang Jian, but Bai Ze is more like a parent than a master to Liuya.

Now, when she sees Bai Ze in the future, she can no longer say a word of Master...

"Why don't you stay in Meishan for a few more months," Yang Jian said in a hoarse voice.

But Liu Ya kept shaking her head, "It's okay, Brother Yang Jian, let's go." She wiped her tears with the back of her hand, and said in a low voice, "Anyway, I know, Brother Yang Jian won't harm me. Besides, as a disciple of the saint, no one will dare to bully me in the future. I can still use this name to protect Master. Maybe he will have some serious enemies."

Having said that, the tears in Liuya's eyes flowed like broken pearls.

In Yang Jian's hand, the golden talisman given by Empress Nuwa shook slightly, and a golden light flew from the sky, enveloping the two of them.

Without using Yang Jian's supernatural powers, the two of them flew towards the void beyond the wilderness by themselves, the surrounding lights and shadows continued to pass by, and they had already flown tens of thousands of miles in the blink of an eye...

I often hear people say:

The Tao is invisible, and the Tao is unheard.

If you don't practice the way of sentient beings, you will send old people back.

"Six?"

"Um?"

"From now on, don't forget about Bai Ze."

"Um."

Light and shadow flickered, and a magnificent palace appeared in the void. I don't know how far away it was, hanging there quietly, neither floating nor sinking.

On the top of Meishan Mountain, the old man stood there quietly, without moving for three days.

Then it dissipated with the wind, and its trace was unknown.

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There is a third watch at twelve o'clock: Nuwa Palace and her party, the twenty-fourth grade lotus platform appears.