The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Guided by the golden light, Yang Jian left the prehistoric Wubuzhou without much effort; before Liuya came back to his senses, they arrived in front of the palace.

Ahead is a resplendent and resplendent gate with three large golden characters on it:

'Wa Palace'.

Nu Wa is a taboo name of a sage, so it cannot be written directly on the door plaque, but there is a reason for respecting Nu Wa to call it "Wa Huang", and it is not random.

In front of the palace gate, the golden talisman in Yang Jian's hand stopped vibrating and turned into golden light and flew into the crack of the door. Yang Jian pulled Liuya and waited in front of the door.

Yang Jian instructed: "After entering, don't talk nonsense, and don't offend the saint and empress."

"Hey," Liu Ya had already wiped off her tears and pulled herself together. She was afraid of causing trouble to Bai Ze, and her nervous palms were a little sweaty.

Seeing that Liu Ya's mood was stable, Yang Jian straightened his body and shouted towards the palace gate: "Junior, Yang Jian of Yuxu Palace, please see the saint empress!"

As the voice fell, the palace door in front slowly opened, and two girls in cloud clothes walked out with two lanterns on their left and right.

The girl on the left opened her mouth, her voice was like a blue bird humming, and she turned her attention: "Your Majesty has a decree, Yang Jian will bring Liuya into the hall to meet you."

It was the first time to meet the saint face to face, and Yang Jian was also a little nervous; as the saying goes, the fifth-rank official in front of the prime minister, the boy next to the saint's empress, really can't be neglected.

"Thank you," Yang Jian clasped his hands in salute, took Liu Ya's wrist, followed behind the two virgins, stepped into the gate, stepped on the cloud road, and headed for the hall.

Liuya said in a low voice, "Brother Yang Jian, do I have to carry a lantern in the future?"

The two virgins laughed lightly when they heard the words, and they both turned their heads to look at Liuya secretly, but they heard from their master earlier that they were going to take in a female apprentice today, and it should be Liuya.

The cloud road was very long, and the two virgins walked very slowly. Yang Jian didn't dare to walk ahead, so he walked slowly.

Wa Palace is a bit cold, except for the white clouds, there is no other scenery. Fortunately, there are wonderful dao rhymes everywhere here, if you practice here, you can really get twice the result with half the effort.

Yang Jian: "Sure enough, it's a treasure land of cultivation."

"Hey," a virgin girl chuckled, and said, "Zhenjun is really good at joking, this place is my mother's ashram, and it's not comparable to those caves in the prehistoric world."

"Not bad, not bad." Yang Jian smiled and nodded, not knowing what to say.

Let him bow down to the two girls? That's outrageous, and it's not necessary at all.

The virgin girl on one side laughed and said: "I often hear people say that the True Monarch Qingyuan Miaodao is the god of war in the world, good at fighting, with profound magic power and high martial arts. I can see you today. How can you be so gentle and not vicious at all?"

Yang Jian asked back, "I don't know how to call the two fairies?"

"We are soul boys serving our mother, not monks, and we cannot be called fairies. My name is Caiyun, and she calls me Caiyi."

Yang Jian nodded with a smile, and wrote down the two names. When Liuya settled down, he would also say a few good words, so that the two of them could take care of Liuya more on weekdays.

If Liu Ya did something wrong, it would be good for someone to talk about love in front of the saint empress.

After walking for a while, they finally arrived at the front of the hall. Caiyun and Caiyi stood at the entrance of the hall holding lanterns, bowing their heads to greet each other.

Yang Jian cupped his hands and walked into the hall together with Liuya.

As soon as the toes touched the ground, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed. Liu Ya disappeared beside him, and Yang Jian appeared directly in a cave.

This cave seems to be a 'cylinder' with a diameter of one hundred feet, with a light green beam falling from it, and in front of it is a pool of white clouds.

Above the water pool, there are some stone slabs interlaced horizontally and vertically; the stone slabs cut the water pool into pieces of pools, and each pool seems to have a spiritual spring surging.

"Yang Jian?"

The soft tone was slightly curious, and the voice came from the front.

Just as Yang Jian was about to reply, he heard the sound of rushing water... He seemed to see a section of snake tail shining with colorful aura, and it disappeared in a flash.

Quickly lowered his head and didn't dare to look any further, what he was about to face was a female saint, if the saint's empress minded these things, he would be really unlucky today.

"Junior, Yang Jian of Yuxu Palace, pay homage to the saint's empress." Yang Jian shouted honestly.

"Is your worship just a word of mouth?" There was a chuckle in his ear, and Yang Jian felt someone standing beside him, but he didn't look sideways and didn't dare to turn his head to look.

Yang Jian said: "I haven't seen the holy body of the empress, so I don't know where to worship."

"You look forward and hold your head up."

The voice echoed in his ears, Yang Jian slowly raised his head, but saw a woman sitting there quietly in the middle of the pool, her long light green hair fell down, covering her crystal clear skin; the face that usually looked dignified and holy on the statue of the god, looked closer, but it had a sense of beauty that fit the avenue.

Natural, innocent, mature, gentle, holy, majestic but without any power, and it can't make people have any evil thoughts.

The beauty of a mortal woman lies in the beauty of facial features and graceful posture;

The beauty of fairies is more beautiful than fairy bones and fairies, without fireworks;

As for the beauty of this female saint, Yang Jian couldn't find a suitable word to describe it, and even felt that the word 'beauty' was too shallow and thin to describe what he saw and felt.

It seems that when the world was first born, Wan Ling's definition of "beauty" came from this.

Yang Jian made a bow and said: "Yang Jian pays homage to the saint's empress."

But it was so messed up.

Finally, I saw one of the six saints.

Yang Jian didn't kowtow, Nu Wa didn't seem to be angry, but a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "You brought Houtu's Dao fruit as promised, I should tell you the method, maybe, you should have heard it from Houtu's mouth."

"Twenty-fourth grade reincarnation purple jade lotus platform?" Yang Jian asked directly.

"That's right, it's exactly this thing." Nuwa said softly, "I've already told you how to do it, you just go back on your own."

"Ma'am!"

Yang Jian shouted quickly, and Nuwa sat there quietly, with playful eyes.

Yes, the saint is waiting for himself to ask.

In the prehistoric world, there is no such thing as "worship when you meet a saint", but if the prehistoric creatures can see the true face of a saint, even the Da Luo Jinxian will kneel down and pay homage.

To put it simply, in this prehistoric world, the only ones who can face the saint without kneeling are the powerful and supernatural beings who came from ancient times.

Yang Jian, born in the human race, although he is the nephew of the Jade Emperor, but in terms of qualifications and seniority, he cannot be compared with those ancient great powers, so this worship is unavoidable.

It never occurred to her that Nuwa's dignified and saintly appearance would compete with a junior like Yang Jian.

If it was for his own business, Yang Jian would rather bear the pain, and would not easily ask for help, but Master's injury...

Yang Jian had no choice but to let go of the arrogance in his heart, bent his legs, and slowly knelt by the pool, saying earnestly:

"Your Majesty... I know that your Majesty has the purple jade lotus platform of the twenty-fourth grade of reincarnation. My teacher treats me with a great kindness. If you can ask your majesty to give you a lotus platform to cure my master's wounds, Yang Jian, let your majesty dictate."

"Get up," Nuwa said calmly, and Yang Jian stood up on his own, without Yang Jian's control at all.

Say what you say!

Nüwa said: "This lotus platform is an innate treasure, and its origin is a lotus seed of the chaotic green lotus. It is really precious. I do have one thing for you to do. If you can do it well, I can lend you this lotus platform."

so simple?

Yang Jian didn't dare to be careless, and asked: "I don't know what the mother said? Yang Jian dared not disobey the holy will, but he knew that his skills were limited, and he was afraid that he would disappoint the mother's expectations."

"Only you can do this, and only you can do it."

"Oh? I don't know what it is."

Nu Wa said indifferently: "Write down every word of the eight or nine profound arts you have practiced, and I can lend you the lotus platform for three years."

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment.

Nuwa said again: "Write down your understanding of Pangu's wonderful way to open up the world and open up the world, and the lotus platform can be lent to you for another three years."

Yang Jian was really stunned.

I have been making trouble for a long time, turned so many turns, made so many twists and turns, just for this?

That's right, as a saint, Nu Wa deliberately used 'worship' to embarrass herself before, but in fact, she was also trying to get some face back.

He has just practiced for only a thousand years, and the three generations of Taoist disciples are two generations behind Nuwa, and the age is even tens of thousands of years behind, and Nuwa actually asked for the exercises he practiced!

Even if you go out and say it, no one will believe it, right?

Not only did no one believe it, even if one hundred thousand monks were killed, no one would dare to say the word 'believe'.

Yang Jian said, "Where do I write it?"

"It's a big matter, so you tell me directly. But whatever you write down, as long as it stays in this world, and the way of heaven has a feeling, it will be known to others." Nuwa raised her hand, and the whole cave was filled with a light green color. "I have read the eight or nine mysterious exercises of the Taoist sect. You don't have to use this exercise to deceive me."

"I don't dare to deceive your mother, but the eighty-nine profound arts I have practiced are probably the same volume as what my mother knows."

Yang Jian paused for a moment, and before Nuwa could speak, he slowly recited the Eighty Nine Mysterious Kung Fu he had practiced.

After a while, Nuwa said: "I think you should only be in the Pearl Accumulation Realm now, why do you have such combat power?"

Saints are not omniscient.

"The method of practice is a little different," Yang Jian didn't hide anything. Since he practiced eight or nine Xuangong, he has been breaking through the perfection of Xuangong and touching the limit of Xuangong at every level.

The pain of exercising the muscles, the pain of suffering the bones, exchanging blood nine times, forging thousands of strengths, all of these made Nuwa nod slightly.

"So that's how it is," Nu Wa said softly, "The Bajiu Xuangong is in the hands of Taoist disciples. If you have the help of a famous teacher and get the elixir and fairy fruit, it is a quick method. It only takes a thousand years to create a body practitioner comparable to the Yuanshen Daluo, but that has reached the end of the Bajiu Xuangong, and you can't make any further progress. You have taken a completely different path."

What Nuwa said touched Yang Jian.

He came from a later generation. The original Yang Jian may have practiced the 'perfect' Eighty-Nine Mysterious Art, not the 'Extreme' Eighty-Nine Mysterious Art. Therefore, before the Conferred God, he may have reached the seventh or eighth level.

But after he became a god, when he fought the monkey in Journey to the West, the original Yang Jian barely gained the advantage.

From Fengshen to Journey to the West, it seems that Yuan Yang Jian's magical powers and mana have not improved much, perhaps because the Bajiu Xuangong has come to an end.

But now, he is taking a different path.

Just when the Zhuyun Realm is about to be completed, Yang Jian already has the ability to hurt the quasi-leader; if he does not break through the limit of the Zhuyun Realm, Yang Jian is not going to continue to practice.

After talking about this, Yang Jian took the initiative to say: "Mother, I can't explain the wonderful way that opened up the world. It's probably just a kind of..."

"A kind of what?"

"A feeling," Yang Jian gestured with his palms, "A dao rhyme..."

Nuwa's left arm was raised in the pool, Yang Jian suddenly felt that he could not move, and stood there in a daze.

"Come here, think back to what that dao rhyme is, and I will realize it myself."

come over?

Where have you been?

Before Yang Jian recovered, his body suddenly floated up, completely uncontrollable, unable to resist the idea of ​​resistance, and fell into the pool, facing Nuwa face to face.

The tip of the nose is no more than one foot from the tip of the nose!

Yang Jian's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he quickly closed his eyes, but a small hand was placed on his chest, which was cold and with a gentle force, which instantly relaxed his mind.

"Memories are."

"Hey, good." Yang Jian replied, trying to calm down, but always a little...

Hmm, distracted.

After thinking about it several times, I still feel that I don't want to write Nuwa as aloof and inhuman; even though she is a saint, she doesn't need a template to carve it out.