The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"Second Master, how did you do this? You knocked the Kunpeng over with one shot? Is that the real Kunpeng? I was knocked unconscious earlier, so I didn't see it."

Beside the stone platform, Yang Jian concentrated on transplanting spiritual cores to the children of the Wu Clan, while Da Ang kept patting his bald head, with bloodstains all over his body, and kept asking questions coyly beside him.

The witches and witches were busy cleaning up the mess outside, and no one took care of this guy.

"How else can I do it? I made a breakthrough and became stronger, but I didn't become bald," Yang Jian said with a chuckle, and turned to look at Da Ang, "Want to try? I also need a practice hand."

"No, no, no," Da Ang waved his hands back again and again, saying he didn't dare, but the eagerness in his eyes couldn't be faked.

Yang Jian knocked down the demon master Kunpeng with a single shot, not to mention hearsay, even if he saw it with his own eyes, he might not believe it.

Sitting beside the stone platform, Xiao Lan covered her mouth with a chuckle and didn't speak. She just looked at Yang Jian with gentle eyes, and she kept feeling in her heart... the real body looks more pleasing to the eye.

With Yang Jian's unremitting efforts, one bald head was born one after another.

This long-suspended transformation journey finally came to a successful conclusion under Yang Jian's nearly hundred days of busy work.

Yang Jian was not stingy about this group of Wu Clan children. Those who could use mystic energy to improve them all used mystic energy to improve them; as for how far they can go before the catastrophe comes, it all depends on themselves.

"Da Ang, take everyone here to practice for a year, and then go to Hei Ling Kingdom to obey orders," Yang Jian said indifferently, "If you want to grow up quickly, you will have to bleed some blood."

Da Ang cupped his fists, knelt down on one knee, turned his head and shouted: "Thank you, Second Master!"

Then, 1,800 men and women, all with bald heads and resolute faces, knelt down neatly in front of Yang Jian.

"Thank you, Second Master!"

Yang Jian nodded slightly. If he had done it before, he might have been emotionally agitated, but now there are only a few ripples in his heart.

"Let's have a good rest, and if there is anything unusual, come and find me."

Waving his hands, Yang Jian walked towards the ruins of Xuandu City in front of him; Xiao Lan quickly stood up, although she really wanted to follow Yang Jian, but she was still two steps behind, with her hands behind her back and her head lowered, she followed the figure in front of her step by step.

She kept turning her gaze to the side, and inexplicably her heart fluttered, her heart beating faster.

Still can't get home.

Yang Jian suddenly stopped and turned around. Xiao Lan, who was thinking about something, almost bumped into him, stepped on the front of Yang Jian's boots, and jumped away in fright.

"Do you still recognize it?" Yang Jian asked with a smile.

"What, what?" Xiao Lan was a little confused, and she was completely at a loss in the blink of an eye.

Yang Jian slid his finger lightly, a wisp of profound energy slowly drifted away, and a gray bamboo forest evolved around him and the others.

This familiar situation...

Xiao Lan's face turned red in an instant, she bit her lip, pinched the folds of her skirt with her fingers, but stubbornly raised her head to look at Yang Jian...

Then, Xiao Lan took another step forward, opened her hands trembling slightly, but hugged Yang Jian's waist with all her strength.

"recognize."

Yang Jian's soft sigh passed by her ear, and then he hugged her back lightly, without saying anything.

Xiao Lan, who was a little dizzy at first, gradually sensed Yang Jian's abnormality, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong? But I think I'm doing something wrong..."

"It's okay, I'm just feeling a little bored," Yang Jian's voice was a little hoarse, "When Xuan Gong broke through, I saw a lot of past events that didn't belong to me. There seemed to be a gap in my heart, and I don't know what to say."

"Can you tell me?" Xiao Lan stood on tiptoe and looked around, embracing Yang Jian's arms with both hands, "Come here, let's talk secretly so they won't hear."

Yang Jian was also happy, he didn't want to talk about this to others, but he looked at Xiao Lan's beautiful face full of expectations and "I want to hear from you", and his dry heart was moistened by those bright autumn eyes.

They hid by a broken wall, Xiao Lan didn't pay much attention to anything, she pulled Yang Jian to sit on the ground, but kept holding Yang Jian's arm with both hands.

Although she didn't dare to really lean on Yang Jian, she obviously didn't want the relationship between the two to retreat because of her reserve.

"Don't look at me like that," Yang Jian said with a smile, "If you look at me like this, I feel a little hypocritical."

"Why are you being polite to me?" Xiao Lan shook his arm, "Tell me, I want to hear. I can't compare to Sister Xinke, but I can also help you resolve your worries and relieve stress. I can't just bully you for nothing, right?"

This act of coquettishness is indeed a style that His Royal Highness Xin Ke rarely has on weekdays.

"I should just be affected by that person's emotions." Yang Jian shook his head, reminiscing about the scenes he had seen before, and then raised his hand to tap Xiao Lan's forehead, "I'll show you, don't be scared."

Xiao Lan blinked, and before she had time to say anything, there were pictures on the Lingtai.

That was what Yang Jian saw, it was very vague, and he could only vaguely see a figure staggering forward...

After a while.

Yang Jian was a little speechless and sat against the wall, watching the little girl beside him hugging his arm and crying with pear blossoms and rain, he didn't know what to say other than hugging her shoulders and gently comforting her.

What about helping him settle his worries?

"You have turned into a corpse and you still have to fight with others. How did you live so miserable in your previous life!"

"I..." Yang Jian almost laughed out loud for some reason, "Hahaha, why did you say it was so miserable, it's so heroic!"

Xiao Lan sighed quietly, and looked at Yang Jian aggrieved, "Don't you think you are miserable? You even sent away your beloved woman with your own hands... Who is that? Can she be found in reincarnation? Is it sister Xinke?"

Yang Jian couldn't help being taken aback.

Could Xinke be the reincarnation of that white shadow from back then?

It shouldn't be, that strong man is obviously too far away from this era, and the so-called reincarnation of the true spirit is completely different from the six reincarnations. If you want to find it, it is really difficult.

Not knowing its appearance, not knowing its true spirit imprint, even men and women, this is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

"It shouldn't be..." Yang Jian shook his head and sighed dejectedly, "Don't mention this person anymore, I'm not him, and you and Xin Ke are not that white shadow... There is a way of life in this life, and it's no good to think about the past."

Xiao Lan bit her lower lip and nodded lightly, she took the initiative to lean over, and snuggled into Yang Jian's arms, letting her long hair hang down in front of him.

She raised her head, intending to stare blankly at Yang Jian's side face, but she didn't expect Yang Jian to catch her gaze.

Yang Jian raised his hand to hold her tighter and get closer to him, but his fingers accidentally touched a little soft and soft.

Xiao Lan's eyes were watering with embarrassment, but she still refused to bow her head, but the trembling of her body was hard to hide...

For some reason, Yang Jian felt a lot of joy and excitement in his heart, and he bowed his head and leaned towards him; but just as he moved, the woman beside him suddenly turned sideways, her right hand pressed his left shoulder, her slender body was lying on his chest, her bold eyes were a little provocative.

How can a lady be allowed to indulge in wanton indulgence for a majestic man who is three feet tall.

When a burst of profound energy tightly covered that corner, cut off the tenderness, and covered up the spring, the old Yang family finally had a newcomer.

The shaved heads of the Wu Clan disciples were a little confused, but the Twelve Commanders gave a low shout and led them to a farther place, so as not to disturb them by making noise during their practice...

"Oh... Second Master is still Second Master..."

Da Ang clicked his tongue and smiled, shook his head and sighed, touching his bald forehead and sighing for a while.

When his hair grows out, he must go back to Dahua to express his desire to continue the bloodline with her.

...

Yang Jian didn't regard the happiness of husband and wife as catharsis, although it did have the effect of boosting the spirit.

After staying in Xuandu City for a few days, under Xiao Lan's intentional flattery and gentle reconciliation, Yang Jian finally got rid of the emotion that appeared when Gui Hong broke through.

Although it is inevitable that Yang Jian's personality will be a little more dull, but also, Yang Jian has gained more.

He knows that he has actually existed, great or not;

He knows that he has fought in the distant past against the powerful enemy of the present, whether it was successful or not;

He also understood more firmly that he had to follow the path of fellow cultivation; even if Master could deduce the method of fellow cultivation, Yang Jian would take a risk.

He really doesn't want to repeat the situation he experienced in his previous life again, he really can't be like that person, put a heavy hand on Ao Xinke or Xiao Lan, and send them into the river of true spirit...

What's the use of having a Dao heart as solid as a rock?

What is invincibility under a saint?

If those black shadows are the so-called 'powerful enemies', they can't be killed at all, they can't be killed, or even kill them all, they will appear again...

What Yang Jian wants to do now is not to complete the path that God Pangu has never walked, but to go beyond, to open up...to be stronger than himself before, to defeat all enemies who dare to appear in front of him, until they collapse, or dare not appear again!

On the soft couch in the ruins, while embracing the sleeping Xiao Lan, Yang Jian, who was a little dazed, suddenly felt that he had a little more responsibility...

Xin Ke followed him, and Lan Er followed him. Since he accepted them, he must cherish them as treasures and prevent them from suffering any harm.

When he and Ao Xinke were married, Yang Jian didn't feel this strongly, probably because they had many "interests" entanglements outside of their wedding; although Yang Jian and Ao Xinke are now supporting each other and respecting each other like glue, they still lack the purity that Yang Jian yearns for.

Xiao Lan, who betrayed his family and followed him to wander around, finally made up for this innocence.

"Aren't you tired?" Xiao Lan's lazy voice came, her eyes were misty, and she couldn't lift up her strength.

Yang Jian smiled and shook his head, hugging her tighter.

"I always didn't understand the meaning of a sentence before, but now I suddenly wake up."

"What?"

Yang Jian said softly, "I'm lucky if I get it, but my life is lost."

"Bah, it's so embarrassing... um... Lord Zhenjun, let me sleep, I'm so tired..."

Yang Jian laughed softly, had no choice but to hug her gently, and closed his eyes to rest for a while.

A few days later, Yang Jian took Xiao Lan back to the Black Dragon Kingdom, and after discussing with Ao Xinke, he recruited a group of confidantes, experts, and friends who could be summoned, and formally introduced Xiao Lan.

It basically established Xiao Lan's identity as the second wife of the Yang family, and it also allowed Xiao Lan to command all armies in a legitimate manner later on.

"It's not the same as it was back then." Yang Jian looked at Xiao Lan beside him with guilt, "There are too many things to do now, and I can't marry you for the time being..."

Xiao Lan hurriedly said: "It's okay, it's lucky that Sister Xinke can accept me, and I don't want to be too busy."

Ao Xinke said softly: "Husband, even if it can't be done, the marriage still has to be done. If you have a share and no name, you will really let outsiders talk about your husband and sister Lan'er behind your back."

Xiao Lan blinked and wanted to say something, but Ao Xinke stopped her with her eyes.

Yang Jian was under the table, holding a small hand, feeling a little...feeling weak in his heart.

Really hugging from left to right...

"Well, I'll let the avatar go back to Honghuang to prepare for this matter, and let my mother help us handle it... Um, let's talk about something serious, is there any news about Xiao Hei?"

Ao Xinke replied: "There will be contact every day. She is too far away from the Hei Ling Kingdom, and the message will only come back after a few days. But according to her, the clues of Kunpeng have been traced."