The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

　　‘Fengshen... This should be far away. ’

　　Yang Jian stood on the cliff and looked at the distant view, thinking like this in his heart; he was a general of the Zhou Dynasty in the tribulation of the gods, and there are great opportunities and benefits waiting for him there. Unfortunately, it's still early.

　　 When entering the mountain, the mountain flowers are still blooming. When you don’t realize it, the grass withered leaves in a blink of an eye, and the swan flies south.

　　‘Cultivation also requires a combination of work and rest. Today, you are going to visit friends as a teacher, or it may take a few days to return. You can have fun on your own. ’

Master dropped this sentence and flew away, but he ran out of the cave and went to the attic next to Yuquan to visit Xiao Chan'er. Although he would show up every few days, he just came to see him. Hurry back to the hole, Xiao Chan'er complained quite a bit.

　　 I dare not slack in the matter of cultivating immortals. Only by learning a skill as soon as possible can I feel a little safe in this great world.

　　Unfortunately, Xiao Chan'er and Ting Lan Cuizhu were tired from playing, and they just took a nap. Yang Jian couldn't bear to wake her up, so he went out of the attic and sat on the edge of the open space in front of the cave mansion, staring at the distant mountains in a daze.

　　 The real Jade Ding hasn’t taught the eight or nine profound arts yet, but he has mentioned several times that “there are several profound techniques that require you to have a solid foundation before you can practice.” Among those few profound techniques, there should be eight or nine profound arts.

　　 Yang Jian is not in a hurry, nor can he be anxious. He has been practicing the foundation-building exercises tailored by Yuding for him. Although his cultivation is not fast, he wins in a steady and solid foundation.

　　 "Well, cultivating immortals is actually pretty good," Yang Jian grabbed a dead grass and twisted his fingers.

　　 The battle of the gods is estimated to be at least a few hundred years away. Although Yuding does not know the specific calamity, nor does it know the magical powers of the gods list, it says the term ‘thousand years’.

　　 Counting from the signing of the Three Religious Masters to the Fengshen List more than 300 years ago, the Great Tribulation came almost 600 years later.

　　 During these six hundred years, Yang Jian had to practice the Eight or Nine Profound Techniques before going down the mountain.

　　 After entering the Fengshen list, he lost his freedom and had to work his life for the heavens and was restrained by the Jade Emperor. However, there are also two situations in the list of enshrined gods-living and dead.

　　 Yang Jian speculated that those who live on the Fengshen Bang should have a lot of ‘autonomy,’ and those who rely on the Fengshen Bang to be reborn after death are afraid that they will never be able to escape the control of the Fengshen Bang.

　　 Don't worry too much about this. As long as you stand on the right side, join the group, Bah, and team of King Zhou Wu and Jiang Ziya, victory is almost a certainty.

　　 "Hey," Yang Jian thought of his future bright and smooth journey, a little eager to let the time pass and embark on the pinnacle of life early.

　　 It's a pity that you have to take a bite to eat, the road has to be walked step by step, and the road has to be repaired a little bit...

　　 Besides, the **** of Erlang who became the heavenly court is by no means the end. If he is not dominated by anyone and wants to be free in this world, he must go on the road of spiritual practice!

　　 What Heavenly Court official positions and famous generals are all imaginary, the fist determines the height, and the strength proves everything!

　　 I am not afraid of the strength of cultivation, I only hate regrets in my life!

　　 There was a little fire in Yang Jian's eyes, and he clenched his fist tightly, and his fighting spirit became more vigorous.

　　 Now that he has such a good teacher, such a follow-up, and such a future, how wasteful is he if he is not successful?

　　 The predecessors were ordinary and unconscious for a little half of their life, and every time they hit a wall, they would complain of lack of access and lack of resources, and felt that the society owed him a father named Ma.

now what?

The time and place are good, and almost all of them are available. Among the three generations of Dao Sect disciples, his own conditions and resources are already the best choice, and he is also regarded as the second generation of officials in the predicament. There is also a hidden master as the backer, which makes him Why are you willing to be mediocre?

　　 Taking a deep breath, Yang Jian remembered the situation when he participated in the training class in his previous life, and shouted at Yuanshan:

　　 "Work hard! Struggle! Desperately for hundreds of years, happy for ten thousand years—"

　　 噗 chuckle, Yang Jian curled her neck and turned to look, only to see a frail girl in a snow skirt walking with a bamboo basket.

　　 "Ah, Ting Lan," Yang Jian flushed, scratched his head and smiled twice, "Why are you here?"

　　 "Master asked me and Cuizhu to take good care of the brother before going out. The brother still had to eat a daily meal, so Ting Lan brought some wine and vegetables for the brother."

Ting Lan spoke softly. She was already sitting on her knees beside Yang Jian while she was speaking, and the slender jade pointed to the ground. Suddenly, a green grass appeared on the ground. The grass and leaves were intertwined and woven into a small square table. .

　　 Even Tinglan and Cuizhu have small spells that can be used, and they are still laying the foundation after half a year of practice... Yang Jian is also a little bit ashamed.

　　 "Trouble you again."

　　 Yang Jian removed the stone and sat cross-legged on the grass.

"Senior brother, I should do this with Cuizhu." Ting Lan stroked the wind-blown hair, gently played with the two soft long hair hanging on her chest, and waited for Yang Jian quietly. Pack the dinner plate after eating.

　　 Tinglan has an elegant temperament and a delicate face. It is also considered to be outstanding in beauty. If you change to a previous life, maybe Yang Jian is already heart-stricken and starts to miss Ting Lan.

But at this time, Yang Jian's heart is very calm, there is nothing unusual in his body, and his eyes are very clear... In daily contact with Tinglan Cuizhu, he is not at all frivolous. It is quite normal. It is not like a place, cough, and unexpected. Something was exposed.

　　 In short, Yang Jian has no idea about Tinglan and Cuizhu from the bottom of his heart.

　　The reason for starting to cultivate immortals? Think Tinglan Cuizhu is not a human race? This body has not officially entered puberty?

　　 Actually, it has nothing to do with these.

　　 Yang Jian had thought about this issue before, but the final conclusion made him dumbfounded.

　　 In the memory of this body, there are often some particularly profound pictures. These pictures are all the life of a stunning woman. She smiled and lingered... Compared with the stunning woman who always appeared in this body memory, Ting Lan Cuizhu was indeed a few grades behind.

　　 "Oh," Yang Jian sighed as he ate.

　　 The physical reaction is the most loyal. As long as I think of that woman, I will be tempted and yearning for it, and then my forehead will be covered with black lines, and I feel weak.

　　 That's "him" mom!

　　 The original Yang Jian has an Oedipus complex!

　　 Such a rebellious thing, no wonder you worked so hard to "carry the mountains and chase the sun" and "smash the mountains to save your mother"!

　　 It's fine to think about this kind of thing. If you really want to do it, Yang Jian must not dare. After all, she is the mother of this body, with blood relatives, and she can't really disregard courtesy, justice, and shame, she must be laughed at by the people of the world!

Forget it, it's useless to complain. I can only find a way to slowly expel the body's memories and impressions about'Yao Ji', or wait for my'immortality' to go to find a fairy girl who is more beautiful than Yao Ji My sister became a couple...

　　啧, go to the pinnacle of life.

　　 "Brother!"

　　 A clear cry came from the side, and a Lingxiu girl in a pink jacket trot to the side, giggling happily.

　　 Yang Jian showed a little love in his eyes, raised his hand to hold the little Chan'er in his arms, the siblings were tired of laughing together, the two delicate girls watched, and they also showed a little smile.

　　 I don't know why, Yang Jian feels that this is actually the pinnacle of his life.

　　 This is not as good as the one that hung up!

　　……

　　 There are no children in the mountains, and the fate does not count for years.

　　 About two years after entering the mountain, Yang Jian jumped up sharply. Judging from the back, it was almost the same as when he was more than 20 years old in his previous life.

　　 After all, Jinxia Cave is full of aura and food is very good, and Yuding Zhenren will also give his lover some miraculous medicine, fairy roots, and it is reasonable for the body to develop in advance.

　　 It took two years of hard work. Yang Jian didn't practice spells or enlightenment, and only did things like vomiting Napeiyuan. Although the process was very boring, Yang Jian never complained about anything, and he always followed his master in peace of mind.

　　 Finally, the foundation is firmly established, and the foundation is completed. The body no longer needs to eat all kinds of grains, and can survive by absorbing the spiritual energy.

　　 Yuding gave Yang Jian a few more days off, so that Yang Jian could accompany his younger sister who had been together for two years, because there were fewer opportunities to meet next...

　　 After the holiday, Yuding called Yang Jian to the front, put two futons, and the master and the apprentice sat opposite each other.

Real Jade Ding said: "From today, you need to spend four hours a day to study the Taoism, four hours to study spells, four hours to do some medicinal baths and other miscellaneous items, and you can go out after three years of retreat. When practicing, you need to abandon it. Distracted thoughts, single-minded to Tao."

　　 Yang Jian immediately lowered his head and responded: "The disciple understands."

　　 "Goodness," Yuding raised his hand and swiped his long sleeves. There were three stone tablets hovering in front of Yang Jian.

　　Listening to Yuding’s introduction: “There are three methods that are suitable for you. They are all profound and mysterious. You can choose one of them.”

　　 Yang Jian couldn't understand the meaning of the lines on the stone tablet, and asked hurriedly: "Master, which three are they?"

"Don't panic, listen to a brief explanation for the teacher," Yuding pointed to the stone tablet on the left, and said: "This is the method of self-enlightenment for the teacher, one yuan jade pill path, majoring in the soul, and cultivation can condense the jade pill. Contains the spirit of a gentleman, wandering between the gods and the emptiness."

　　 Yang Jian blinked and continued to wait.

The real Jade Ding pointed to the stone sign in the middle, "This is the Biluo Sansheng Jue, and also majored in Yuanshen. When Dao Zu gave his second lecture in the Zixiao Palace, he was fortunate to pick a lotus flower outside the Zixiao Palace. The method of engraving. After being mastered, the magical effect is endless, the soul is transformed into three, and the battle against others takes advantage."

　　 Yang Jian continued to blink, obviously waiting for the third one.

　　 Finally, Yuding pointed to the stone tablet on the right, and said: "This is an ancient profound technique, given by the teacher, called the Eighty Nine Profound Technique..."

　　 Yang Jian's spirit came in an instant, and he shouted first: "Master! That's it! I will learn this!"

　　 After talking about Yang Jian, I regretted it...Is he too anxious? I've been waiting for two years, why didn't I hold back this tremor too early!

　　 If the master asked where he heard about the Eight or Nine Profound Art, how would he explain it?

Fortunately, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Yuding slightly raised his face, looked at Yang Jian, and utterly taught him: "Your heart! I can't wait to hear that the method taught by the sage is so impatient! As a teacher, I feel that it is one yuan. Yudan Dao and Biluo Sansheng Jue are both first-class methods!"

Yang Jian:……

　　 I said that my method of enlightenment is the best...Master is not ashamed.

　　 However, Yang Jian secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This ‘misunderstanding’ by the real man Yuding was considered a help, and he was lucky, so he quickly sat down and was trained.

Real Jade Ding said with a black face: "This Eight-Nine Profound Art is extremely demanding on the basis of understanding, and it is very difficult to get started. Can you make up your mind? If you insist on learning, you will be taught by your teacher, but you will suffer in the future. Don’t ask for a change of practice for you as a teacher!"

　　 "That," Yang Jian used the "heart-to-heart Dafa" that had reached the level of transformation, and smiled at Yuding, "Master, you are the master. I will learn whatever you teach me. Don't pick, don't pick."

"You're slippery," Yuding raised his hand and flicked Yang Jian's forehead, and couldn't help but laugh twice, and with some regret, he put away the one-yuan jade pill Dao stone tablet he had created, but took the Biluo Sansheng Jue. And the eight or nine profound arts have remained.

　　 "The Eight-Nine Profound Art masters the physical body, and you still need a method to protect the soul. You can also practice this Biluo Sansheng Art."

　　 Yang Jian was stunned, and then the corners of his grinning mouth were almost at the base of his ears, and he kowtowed to Yuding, "Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!"

　　 "Meditate, hold these two stone tablets, and pass the formulas and practices into your heart for the teacher."

"Yes!"

　　 Yang Jian held two stone cards with his left and right hands at the same time. At this moment, he grasped hope.

　　 Profound Art Eighty-nine, the flesh becomes holy!