The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

When Yang Jian was retreating in Wuyun Land, Wen Qingling had been cultivating Taoism in Pingtian Sword Gate. At this time, she was over twenty years old.

In the past, the Yaodao burned down the border town with a demon fire, and Wen Qingling's life fell from the stars to the moon and fell directly to hell...

That was the most painful and helpless day for her. Yang Jian appeared out of thin air and saved her life, and it was naturally burned into her heart.

It's just that she was too miserable at that time, and she couldn't say a word of thanks to Yang Jian. When she came back to her senses, she had already entered the Pingtian Sword Gate and worshiped a female monk as her teacher.

Later, Wen Qingling confirmed to Fu Dongliu that the person Yang Jian smashed with a stone was the enemy who harmed her whole family.

After Wen Qingling washed her face with tears, she was even more grateful to Yang Jian, and she always wanted to say thank you to Yang Jian in her heart.

Gratitude is like admiration, admiration can easily become admiration, and gratitude can easily become affection.

In those few years, under the care of Fu Dongliu, she gained the attention of the teacher and gradually walked out of the haze.

At the age of sixteen, seventeen or eighteen, it was the time when the red luan star moved.

Although Wen Qingling was courted by male disciples in Pingtian Sword Sect in every possible way, but with Fu Dongliu's backing, he ignored them all and just practiced in meditation.

She turned down the master who came to persuade her to choose a mate, saying: 'My heart longs for the Dao, and I don't think about other things. '

In fact, it's not that he doesn't think about other things, it's obviously a secret promise in his heart, and he can't let go of the figure of that young man for a long time.

Wen Qingling's bones are excellent, her practice is rapid, she is called "Second Qinglian" in Pingtian Jianmen, she is highly valued by the sect, and Fu Dongliu takes care of her, naturally no one can force her to become a Taoist partner.

Three years later, Wen Qingling quietly bloomed like an orchid.

Having encountered a catastrophe before, she was helpless, and her arrogant temperament was wiped out, and she became gentle and sentimental.

After three years of pure cultivation, she has given her the aura of a monk who is born in the dust, and she is tender and tender, and I feel pity for her.

The disciples of Pingtian Sword Sect all knew that her family was ruined, and thought she was grieved because of it.

But who knows, that sorrow, that resentment, is the thought of a young man who has not seen each other for a long time?

That kind of longing keeps fermenting and brewing, and it has become her inner demon. He couldn't hear any news about the boy, so he just wanted to go down the mountain to look for him and take another look at him.

She knew in her heart that Yang Jian was extraordinary, and she didn't dare to have any unreasonable thoughts, she just wanted to say that belated thank you.

Never thought that when we meet again, it will be the time when Pingtian Jianmen will be destroyed.

The young man walked over step by step, punched and killed the legend in the door, the fairy Qinglian.

At that time, Wen Qingling hid in a high place together with the less powerful disciples in the sect, watching from afar.

When she saw Yang Jian's leaving back, she had already burst into tears, but she couldn't feel any hatred.

Finally, Mr. Xiao gave an order, and the monks besieged Pingtian Sword Gate. After Fu Dongliu was seriously injured, he escaped with the protection of a group of disciples. Running all the way, only six or seven disciples survived, and Wen Qingling also escaped with his life by luck.

They hid themselves and found a town to hide. After a period of panic, Mr. Xiao suddenly disappeared, and they heard the news of Tianrift Valley Daozang again.

Fu Dongliu wanted to take advantage of the chaos to kill a few casual cultivators who had besieged Pingtian Sword Gate that day, and Wen Qingling, who had the highest cultivation level among the remaining disciples, strongly demanded to go with him.

Afterwards, the two mingled on the edge of casual cultivators and saw Yang Jian being chased and killed thousands of miles away.

Fu Dongliu wanted to rescue him immediately, even if he tried to die, he would have no complaints.

But Wen Qingling saw the direction of Yang Jian fighting and retreating, she persuaded Fu Dongliu, seized the right time, and seized the gate of the secret realm in one fell swoop, let Yang Jian pass through, and blocked the enemy for a while for Yang Jian.

What happened next was far beyond Wen Qingling's imagination...

Only after Yu Ding rescued them did she know who Yang Jian really was.

Explain the disciples, the truly powerful disciples outside this world.

She was born in a princely family. Although she has practiced Taoism for several years and has excellent aptitude, some concepts are deeply ingrained.

In my heart, I can't help but compare myself with Yang Jian, I always feel that I am not good enough for him, even the world is different, and I shouldn't have such thoughts at all...

After she was accepted into the inner universe of the cauldron by Yuding, this was what she thought about foolishly.

And Yang Jian came suddenly, talked to her naturally, and said that slightly frivolous sentence...

Gentle and charming, light and spiritual.

Wen Qingling felt shy at first, then that heavy worry appeared again, and the shyness turned into sourness.

Wen Qingling had mixed feelings, and even felt aggrieved, her eyes were fogged unconsciously, she bit her lips lightly and bowed her head in silence.

"What's wrong with you?" Yang Jian was a little caught off guard.

It's not that he hasn't gotten along with women of the same age before, but he really doesn't know that what he said was wrong, which made her so sad.

Wen Qingling shook her head lightly, raised her hand to wipe off the tears, and didn't say much.

She deliberately changed the topic, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Which is your master, I have also heard my master talk about several great powers in the world, but I have never heard of the title Yuding Daoist."

"It's a long time to talk about it. There are still a few days on the road. Let me tell you one by one."

Seeing her back to normal, Yang Jian was also relieved.

Although he was smart, he didn't know that in the previous moment, there was a heart that was happy because of him, but also dim because of him.

Idle is also boring, Yang Jian consolidates his realm while telling all kinds of anecdotes about the prehistoric world.

Although the world where Wen Qingling was originally located was not too small, it was gradually closed due to the exhaustion of spirit energy and incomplete orthodoxy, and no monks had become immortals for thousands of years.

Immortals, in that world, have almost become unheard of legends.

"But did you know? In the real center of heaven and earth, in the prehistoric Wubuzhou, only after becoming an immortal and having the Dao foundation to obtain the Dao of longevity, are they qualified to call themselves monks."

Yang Jian calmed down Wen Qingling with a few words.

Then Yang Jian started from the beginning, turning the ancient and modern experiences that the real Yuding told Yang Jian into stories, and told them with both voice and emotion.

The creation of the world, the first catastrophe of the dragon and phoenix, the ancestor of the Taoist sect, the practice of all spirits, the war between liches, the rise of the human race...

For thousands of years, the world has endless years.

Wen Qingling's originally bleak heart also fluctuated with Yang Jian's words, and gradually returned to its original state.

When Yang Jian mentioned "Taoist Companion", he also sighed for a while.

"My teacher once said that the name of Taoist couple originated from ancient times. Innate spirits practice together, confirm each other, and open up their own ways. They are 'friends who seek the way'. After the rise of the human race, the meaning gradually changed. It alludes to the union of male and female monks. It is also a decline in the world."

Yang Jian lay on the grass and sighed.

He hadn't been so relaxed for a long time. With a beautiful woman by his side, his mood could be affected to some extent, and he became much happier.

"Taoist companion..." Wen Qingling was a little distracted, hesitated to speak a few times, and then pretended to ask casually: "Have you seen the Taoist companion?"

"No, but I have a younger sister," Yang Jian said with a smile, "I want to live a long and happy life! If people in my generation can't live forever, what kind of Taoist couple are we talking about? It's just a flash in the pan, and it will die in a hurry."

Wen Qingling nodded lightly, then sighed lightly: "Changsheng, it's easy to say, but how difficult it must be."

"Where there is a will, there is a way," Yang Jian encouraged her very seriously, "If you don't have the desire to live forever, what is the purpose of practicing Taoism? Is it just for being brave and ruthless?"

"Okay, I know all these truths," Wen Qingling wrapped her fingers around a strand of long hair, and her gaze fell on Yang Jian's face softly, "Is the Taoist partner you are looking for after longevity also longevity?"

Yang Jian smiled casually, "I don't want to force this, it depends on fate. These things are not what I should think about now. Master has devoted so much effort to me, and there is still a lot of calamities waiting for me ahead."

One more thing to add...

What's more, there is also the agreement of Empress Houtu that I must practice hard, and I have the right to rest on the way back.

Wen Qingling bit her lower lip, and whispered: "After you live forever, if I'm still here..."

"Um?"

"Should, how should I find you?" Wen Qingling was a little flustered, not daring to meet Yang Jian's gaze.

"Looking for me?" Yang Jian laughed twice, "If I enter Changsheng, Honghuang will probably have already spread my name, so it won't be too much trouble for you to find me."

If I live forever, the prehistoric people will pass on my name!

Although what Yang Jian said was that he would probably already be Zhenjun Erlang by then, and he would be stationed at Guanjiangkou, and he would not listen to the announcement...

But these words entered Wen Qingling's heart, but it made her heart beat a little faster, and she felt that Yang Jian had inadvertently shown great pride.

With wonderful eyes, she looked at Yang Jian's reflection in the lake, dazedly.

Suddenly heard a call: "I have arrived in front of your uncle's cave, come out first, don't lose your courtesy."

"Hey! It's so fast this time, Master."

Yang Jian jumped up from the lakeside, a door opened in front of him, he turned his head and grinned at Wen Qingling, and walked away.

After he left, Wen Qingling stood up in a daze, and stood quietly beside the grass where Yang Jian was lying just now.

Beautiful woman with mountains and rivers, do you know your heart?

"Your Majesty is on the road of longevity and happiness, and I am willing to follow you without knowing it."

With a smile on her lips, she just stood by the lake in the forest, the breeze blew by, her hair was messy, but there was a bit of expectation in her eyes.