The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Pingtian Jianzong, Fu Dongliu.

This name was already a bit unfamiliar, and there was a lot of light and shadow from it at this time; but when the man in Taoist robes who looked more than ten years younger called Yang Jian, this name came to Yang Jian's heart.

Yang Jian looked at the Taoist priest. The other party was a celestial being, and his features were not handsome, but they were quite attractive.

Some were not sure and asked back: "Brother Fu?"

The Taoist immediately raised his head and laughed, "It's really you! It really is you! Hahaha! See you again!"

An old man on the side frowned and reprimanded lightly: "Dongliu, don't lose your manners in front of Zhenjun Erlang! Don't back down!"

"Yes, Master."

Fu Dongliu blinked at Yang Jian, then bowed his head and took two steps back.

Yang Jian also laughed and said: "Everyone is busy, I will wait outside the hall. Brother Fu, if there is nothing else here, please come out of the hall to talk."

"Okay, okay, uh... Lord Zhenjun, please first."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Yang Jian laughed out of the hall, causing a group of old gods in the hall to be a little messy.

All of a sudden, the eyes of the hall fell on Fu Dongliu, and everyone was a little puzzled.

The elder who was standing in the corner came back to his senses at this time, and grabbed his apprentice's arm, "You know Zhenjun?"

"Well, there was a relationship. I didn't expect Zhenjun to still remember me." Fu Dongliu shrank his neck, feeling that the eyes around him suddenly became sharper, and he was also speechless for a while.

Although his master is an elder, he is not well-known in Kunyu Pavilion; although he is also a direct disciple, he is usually quiet and his cultivation level is not high, so not many people pay attention.

But he never thought that just now he couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart and shouted "Yang Jian", which made him and his master "the target of public criticism".

The owner of Kunyu Pavilion hurriedly said: "How dare you let Zhenjun wait outside?"

Fu Dongliu's master jumped up and scolded: "Hurry up and go! What are you waiting for here with your elm head!"

"Yes, disciple obeys."

Fu Dongliu agreed resentfully, but was thrown out of the palace door by his master.

Outside the hall, Yang Jian looked at the young Taoist priest in front of him, and couldn't help but smile, "Is there a good place to drink here?"

"Yes, yes, I know there is a valley with a nice view," Fu Dongliu straightened his Taoist robes, his face gradually became a bit more vicissitudes, returning to the appearance when he first met Yang Jian.

Fu Dongliu sighed with a smile: "I've been playing young in the mountains all day, because I'm afraid that people will laugh at me if I don't have a high level of cultivation."

"Let's go, find a secluded place to talk."

But Fu Dongliu said: "Hey, wait a minute, you still have an old acquaintance in this hall. When several sects merged into Kunyu Pavilion, I became a peer with her in a daze. Let's reminisce about the old days, so why don't we bring her with us?"

"Qingling is here too?" Yang Jian's eyes lit up immediately, "Where is it? Why didn't I see it before?"

"She hid behind you when you showed up, just look over there."

Fu Dongliu pointed, Yang Jian looked over, one after another quickly retreated, and finally only the woman standing in the corner remained.

The skin is as gentle as jade, and Gu Pan is light and agile.

Wen Qingling.

Back then, Yang Jian met her in Beiju Luzhou. Compared with that time, she didn't seem to have changed much, and her cultivation was barely at the level of a fairy.

Yang Jian smiled bitterly, "You are all practicing in Kunyu Pavilion, why don't you write me a letter."

"You are Erlang Zhenjun, the nephew of the Jade Emperor, we two ordinary monks, it's better not to mess with you." Fu Dongliu sighed softly, "Otherwise, being stimulated by you every day, the Taoist heart will be out of balance."

In front of the elders of the peak masters in Kunyu Pavilion, Fu Dongliu deliberately pointed out Wen Qingling, presumably also to let Wen Qingling get some care from Yang Jian.

Wen Qingling just lowered her head, a little uneasy, before she could respond to Yang Jian, a middle-aged Taoist nun was pulling her to give some instructions.

Wen Qingling forced a smile, nodded lightly in response, bowed her head gracefully, walked out of the palace gate, and bowed to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian said with a smile, "Beizhou goodbye, we see you again."

"Well, see you again," Wen Qingling pursed her lips lightly, her gaze was a bit complicated; Yang Jian could more or less understand what she was thinking in her heart, and was not in a hurry to say anything more.

Yang Jian said to the hall: "Borrow the two disciples of Guixianmen for half a day."

"True Monarch, please..." The Pavilion Master replied immediately.

Yang Jian didn't say much, Jia Yun took the two of them out of the main peak, and followed Fu Dongliu's instructions to a remote valley.

There is a reed in the valley, and there are several medicinal gardens around it. Fu Dongliu said softly: "This is actually Qingling's usual residence. She is responsible for taking care of these medicinal herbs."

Yang Jian frowned slightly, "Is your life here unsatisfactory? If that's the case, why not follow me to Meishan, and I'll find a way to cultivate immortals for you, and no one will dare to bully you."

As the clouds fell, Wen Qingling looked at Fu Dongliu with a pleading look in his eyes, begging him not to say anything more.

But Fu Dongliu did it on purpose today, pretending not to see him, and said sternly: "I'm doing okay, my master and I have a bad temper. But it's not good to live lightly. There are usually no resources for cultivating immortality. After her master died, the uncle who followed her usually ignored her, which really wasted her talent for longevity."

When Yang Jian heard about this, he looked at Wen Qingling a little more tenderly.

After the little princess met him, there were many disasters. Now, Yang Jian only needs to say a word to make her live more comfortably, so Yang Jian will not be stingy.

"I'm actually quite comfortable here," Wen Qingling avoided Yang Jian's gaze, and said in a low voice, "You guys wait here for a while, I'll clean up the house, the alchemy inside is a bit messy."

After saying that, he lowered his head and ran away, closed the wooden door, leaned against the wooden door and let out a long sigh of relief, biting his lip, his face darkened for a while.

She didn't want Yang Jian to see her in a mess.

But at this time, she is just an ordinary celestial being in Central China, and Yang Jian is already a slayer standing at the apex of the prehistoric world.

Such a gap made her feel even more dejected.

"Zhenjun, what do you think of lightness?"

Yang Jian punched Fu Dongliu with a smile, naturally without any strength, and said: "If I was interested in her, I would not have let her come to China to practice. I and him, you and me, are all good friends, there is no difference."

"Don't you have three Taoist companions now, it doesn't matter if you have one more."

Fu Dongliu smacked his lips.

"A love is a responsibility," Yang Jian said indifferently, "I have enough responsibilities. The road ahead is boundless, life and death are unknown, and I don't have more focus on the love of my children. Brother Fu, why don't you tell me about your experiences over the years."

Fu Dongliu sighed faintly: "It's just practice. I traveled all the way from the Three Thousand Worlds to Central China. After I became an immortal, I worshiped my current master."

Yang Jian suddenly remembered that Xiao Lan, the second wife of the family, and Fu Dongliu seemed to have a hatred for extermination...

In this matter, I have to ask Lan'er to never mention that she has been to that Great Thousand World again.

Thinking of this, Yang Jian couldn't help thinking that Xiao Lan seemed to have lost his memory in that great world, and he didn't know what happened.

Fu Dongliu sighed: "It's light, this girl is really suffering too much. She followed two masters, and both masters suffered misfortune, so that all the disciples in the sect pushed her out, saying that she killed the two female cultivators."

Yang Jian was a little puzzled, "People who practice Taoism and seek the truth, still believe in such absurd things?"

"This statement is wrong. Doesn't Taoism also pay attention to luck and fate?" Fu Dongliu said seriously, "I also asked my master for help, and asked a few seniors who can read and tell fortunes to help her.

Yang Jian was speechless for a while.

"Later, you can help me persuade her a few words, and I will take her to find a few uncles to take a closer look."

"Okay, don't forget this." Fu Dongliu said with a smile, "You are the most powerful person in the world now, and you must keep your word."

Yang Jian smiled helplessly, nodded in agreement.

The two were crossing shoulders and shoulders, the grass-reed wooden door was opened, and Wen Wen, who had changed into a white dress and dressed up, walked out lightly.

From the bottom of Fu Dongliu's heart, Wen Qingling has always been his junior, and he has been obsessed with swordsmanship in these years of practice, so he doesn't have much feeling for Wen Qingling, an increasingly beautiful woman, and most of them are taken care of as a "little niece".

Therefore, Wen Qingling dressed up and went out with all her heart, Fu Dongliu didn't look at it too much, but observed Yang Jian's expression.

There are already three ladies in Yang Jian's family, why should I add another one to Yang Jian today...

But Fu Dongliu soon became a little puzzled.

Yang Jian's eyes were a little blurred, but he was not obsessed, nor was he amazed. Thinking about it, Yang Jian's achievement today, the firmness of Dao heart, is by no means comparable to his own, why does he look like he is drunk?

Do you really like women so much?

Wen Qingling was also a little stunned by Yang Jian's stare, her face blushed and she was a little at a loss.

Dressing up like this, and even taking out her only fairy dress, is actually just to make up for the gap between her and Yang Jian's status, to make herself more calm and confident, to talk to Yang Jian, and to speak a few more words with him normally.

But what I didn't expect was that Yang Jian would see himself like this...

But Wen Qingling immediately realized that something was wrong with Yang Jian's state, because Yang Jian's eyes gradually became a little dull.

There was even a drop of tear slowly falling from the corner of my eye...

Fu Dongliu was about to pat Yang Jian's arm when he was stunned by this tear.

They didn't know that at this moment, in Yang Jian's eyes, Wen Qingling's figure gradually blurred, and a peerless but extremely beautiful white shadow seemed to be looking at him with a smile.

The vicissitudes of life remain unchanged, no complaints or regrets.

"is it you……"

Yang Jian asked in a trembling voice, his heart trembled, a name seemed to be blurted out, but was scattered by an inexplicable force.

"What's wrong?" Wen Qingling asked tremblingly.

As soon as the voice came out, Yang Jian was called back from the hazy light and shadow, Dao Xin quickly returned to normal, and the tears in the corners of his eyes were immediately evaporated by him.

Go see Wen Qingling again.

It may be that the eyes that met him at that moment were a little bit stronger, and Shen Yun was somewhat similar to the woman in white who followed Dubi back then and would never leave him until death, so it must have touched my mind.

Yang Jian gave himself a reasonable explanation, and smiled apologetically at Wen Qingling.

"It's okay, can I go in and drink? Just now I suddenly thought of some past events."

Fu Dongliu hurriedly said: "Go for a walk, just go in, she usually likes to be very clean, just now she just found an excuse to dress up."

Wen Qingling's face was flushed, and she frantically made a please gesture.

Yang Jian nodded with a smile, and stepped into the reed.