The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Matters were prioritized, and for Yang Jian at this time, the grievance in Long Ji's heart was naturally no match for King Wu's life.

Sending a message to Ao Xinke to comfort Longji, Yang Jian immediately rushed to the main tent, wanting to ask Guang Chengzi how to find Master Xuandu, but within two steps, Yang Jian felt as if he had fallen into a quagmire.

Everything around him seemed to be extending infinitely, and the light in front of him was being continuously distorted.

Yang Jian was startled and immediately concentrated, feeling a gaze flicking from above his head, and suddenly raised his head.

Behind him stood an indomitable giant!

Taking a closer look, the giant turned out to be the great mage Xuandu, with a smirk on his face at this moment, and pressed down his extremely huge palm on Yang Jian.

"Break!"

Yang Jian scolded softly, Taoist Xuangang gushed out from around his body, and the Xuangang cut off the seemingly invisible Dao rhyme like a knife.

In the blink of an eye, everything around was shrinking rapidly again, and the body of the Great Master Xuandu was constantly 'getting shorter'.

In fact, it's not that Xuandu has become smaller, but that Yang Jian has returned to normal.

"Uncle, you really have the nature to play tricks on me."

Yang Jian complained dumbfoundingly, Xuandu laughed and said with a smile: "This is a great art, do you want to learn it? I'll teach you."

"Thank you, uncle," Yang Jian stretched out his hand and waited quietly.

Xuan Du smiled and said: "What are you doing? Come with me to see how King Wu is doing."

Yang Jian said: "Without jade talismans, how can I pass on my skills?"

"Such a great art, naturally I want to pass it on by word of mouth. When you go to Xuandu City," Xuandu waved his hand, and a white cloud appeared under Yang Jian's feet, supporting Yang Jian to fly up.

Yang Jian asked: "Uncle Master knows that the medicinal power of the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir won't last long, why didn't you rush there earlier?"

Xuan Du smiled and sighed, "Actually, I didn't know that it would be like this. The Nine-Turn Golden Elixir is supposed to be enough for King Wu to last until the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation is broken. Maybe there are other changes, and we can find out in the past."

Yang Jian thought about it for a while, before he could speak, the surrounding lights and shadows flowed, and Xuan Du said: "Here we are."

Looking down, he had already arrived outside a certain forest in Zhou Kingdom, and a big golden tent was quite conspicuous.

The two fell directly, and the frightened soldiers surrounded him with swords, and knelt down quickly after seeing Yang Jian.

"How is the king?"

"Prime Minister, Prime Minister, you are finally here!"

The gray-haired old minister greeted Yang Jian and Xuandu in tears, and the courtiers who accompanied him on the Eastern Expedition had already knelt down in front of the couch, constantly discussing how to treat the king, and several of them were still arguing with red faces.

As soon as Yang Jian came, the front of the bed suddenly became quiet, and King Wu, who had been sleeping all this time, slowly opened a gap and looked at Yang Jian.

"Prime Minister... lonely... really useless..."

"Your Majesty, don't talk yet," Yang Jian said in a low voice, and asked Master Xuandu to consult King Wu. Xuandu put a finger on King Wu's wrist in a dignified manner, thinking quietly.

Yang Jian asked, "Has the medicine used up?"

"The medicine is full of power, and it hasn't been consumed too much," Xuandu said calmly, "It's just that I misjudged a little earlier, King Wu is just a mortal soul after all."

An old minister behind him shouted, "Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven!"

Yang Jian turned his head and took a look, the old minister quickly knelt down, sweating all over his face.

Why are you so superstitious!

But after thinking about it, the mortals in the prehistoric world seem to be ruled by this superstitious force. This cannot be said that they are ignorant, it is purely due to the influence of the environment.

Immortals and gods are flying around all over the sky, even if you don't want to be superstitious.

"Your Majesty patrols the world on behalf of the heavens, so he is the true Son of Heaven," Yang Jian said calmly, "But your Majesty is still a mortal body, because this is the way of your Majesty's practice. If your Majesty governs and loves the people, the mortal world will be governed by good weather and the world will be peaceful.

"Like King Zhou, who cultivated the blessings of the Emperor in his previous life, but was tyrannical and retrograde, harming the mortal world, and there will be no peace after death."

After Yang Jian's words fell, all the courtiers in the tent were quiet, and they looked at King Wu more submissively.

The ideological construction of Zhou Guo's management team still needs to be followed up at any time to avoid any trouble.

"Uncle, what can I do?"

"There is no good way. Even if King Wu is asked to practice now, I'm afraid he won't be in a hurry."

Xuan Du chuckled, crossed his arms and looked at King Wu who was gradually recovering, and said with a smile: "In the morning and evening, the king probably faints twice a day. At this time, the time of coma is still short, about a moment, and you don't have to worry about it when you return to an hour or two later."

Yang Jian frowned and said, "No more pills?"

"You treat the Nine-Turn Golden Pill as jelly beans! I'm going to Tushi Palace to ask for it!" Xuan Du glared at Yang Jian, "If it wasn't for other pills that the Martial King couldn't digest, I really couldn't bear to take out this Nine-Turn Golden Pill!"

Yang Jian sneered twice, while King Wu could already be supported to sit up by the palace servants.

Seeing that King Wu was fine, Yang Jian told the ministers a few words, then bid farewell to King Wu and hurried back to Chuantongguan.

King Wu also knew that there was a battle of immortals ahead, so he took Yang Jian's hand and said a few words like "Ai Qing take care of yourself", which made Yang Jian feel a little warm.

After flying back into the air, Xuandu flew quite slowly this time, apparently wanting to have a private chat with Yang Jian.

"King Wu is also considered a rare benevolent monarch."

Yang Jian sighed with emotion, and always felt that he was somewhat rewarded for beating his life and death for Zhou Guo.

Xuan Du curled his lips: "Can you be unrighteous? The number one minister under his command is an immortal who can easily crush him to death. What else can he do except walk on thin ice and dare not make mistakes?"

Yang Jian was speechless for a moment, always feeling that what Xuan Du said was a bit wrong, but he had nothing to refute.

At least King Wu's eyes are very sincere, and Yang Jian has a good sense of him.

Xuan Du suddenly asked: "Boy, how do you think this battle will end?"

Yang Jian replied casually: "Naturally, I won the victory in educating and teaching. After all, educating and teaching conforms to the trend of heaven and has taken the initiative. The Ten Thousand Immortal Formation looks tyrannical, but in fact it is strong on the outside and hard on the inside. It is not a problem to break it."

This answer is also reasonable and well-founded, and it is in line with Yang Jian's identity as a disciple of Chanjiao.

"Don't talk politely," Xuandu's sleeves fluttered slightly, and the surrounding light and shadows were a little distorted, "Tell me what you really think, I arrange it like this, and heaven can't pry."

Yang Jian looked at Xuandu and was speechless for a moment.

He thought that his master's continuous assault on the realm of saints, only a thin line away from the realm of saints was strong enough.

But as he got more and more familiar with Xuandu, he was also quite impressed by Xuandu's unpredictable and endless means. He always felt that the closer he was to Xuandu, the more he couldn't see through Xuandu.

Yang Jian then said: "Taoist sect has declined due to this, and Western religion has taken advantage of the trend to rise. Maybe it will send away many of our disciples."

"It's not bad to be able to look at this matter from the standpoint of the Daoist sect," Xuan Du sighed with a half-smile, "Those masters, with the entire Daoist sect, don't know what they are planning."

This word...

Yang Jian acted as if he hadn't heard, so as not to be upset.

After returning to the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation, Xuandu disappeared without a trace, but the words he left made Yang Jian a little worried.

What are the sages and lords planning to do with the entire Taoist sect...

What are you calculating?

Yang Jian thought for a long time but couldn't see the reason, and finally could only shake his head slightly.

As long as there is a fog, there will always be a time when the truth comes out, and you will know when the time comes.

A voice came into my ears:

"Husband, my cousin is upset and wants to go out for a walk. I'm almost overwhelmed."

Yang Jian stepped towards Longji's tent, it's better to stabilize his big cousin first.

He doesn't have many relatives and friends, Long Ji is naturally one of them, and it's rare that he hits it off, so it's necessary to let Long Ji avoid the disaster of being named a god.

As for the consideration of heaven...

Yang Jian really didn't take it to heart, didn't the old uncle have a lot of tricks? Apart from taking his own daughter, there must be other ways to balance the future power of Heavenly Court, so why worry about it?

When he arrived in the tent, Yang Jian told Long Ji that he had a decree from the Jade Emperor to lead ten people away from the list of gods.

Long Ji was a little surprised at first, and then said calmly: "Brother, you haven't understood my sister's difficulties, such an opportunity, I'd better leave it to the immortals of Chanjiao. I came down to earth for this purpose, how can I live up to their expectations in the end?"

Yang Jian frowned silently, not knowing how to persuade him.

However, Ao Xinke said: "If you can rescue others when you are in a disaster, would you choose your husband?"

Yang Jian said: "That depends on who and what is going on."

"That's the case," Long Ji forced a smile, "It's just a loss of Dao foundation to be included in the list of gods. For the sake of my father, it's nothing for me to do."

"How can a parent be so tolerant?"

Long Ji said softly: "Husband, you don't seem like a mighty fairy with such thoughts."

"No matter how good my skills are, I have come step by step from a mortal," Yang Jian shook his head, "No one is born with magical powers, and no one is born with a heart of stone like my uncle."

Ao Xinke pulled Yang Jian down and signaled Yang Jian not to blame the Jade Emperor in front of Long Ji. After all, judging from Long Ji's words, she respected her father quite a lot.

"Sister, I don't advise you on this matter, and you don't tell others about that will," Yang Jian said in a low voice, "But you have to promise me that everything will come naturally. If you are really in danger, I will do my best to save you. If I save you, you will not be able to seek death yourself."

Long Ji wanted to say something, but he swallowed the words again.

"Brother, you don't have to be like this..."

"This prehistoric place is too big, and there are too few people close to me," Yang Jian said with a smile, "Although you and I are not cousins ​​of childhood sweethearts, you are also a relative in my family. I can't just watch you die."

Such words made Long Ji's eyes flicker with divine light, and she didn't know why, so she nodded heavily in agreement.

Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief.

He was really afraid that Long Ji would go to die in the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation by himself, such an act, which was tantamount to suicide, had to be nip in the bud.

Instructing Long Ji to take care of himself and rest, Yang Jian and Ao Xinke got out of the tent, unknowingly, the stars were shining brightly.

"Husband, am I considered a family member?"

"You don't count," Yang Jian replied with a smile. Seeing that Ao Xinke was a little sad, he put his arms around her shoulder and said in a low voice, "You and I are a husband and wife, how can we divide these things?"

Ao Xinke's smile suddenly seemed to be smeared with candied fruit, even a powerful monk is afraid of such sweet words...

Yang Jian squeezed his sweat quietly, and heaved a sigh of relief...

This is full of desire to survive.