The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

When old friends get together, it's just three or two glasses of sake, chatting for half a day, and you don't have to be too restrained in your attitude.

Then, after making an appointment for the next meeting, they bowed and said goodbye, and drove away...

Although Yang Jian intends to help the two of them practice, Fu Dongliu feels that he is living a comfortable life now, with a bright road ahead and a long life not far away.

But Wen Qingling didn't mention this matter at all, even Yang Jian took the initiative to ask her to go to Meishan, Wen Qingling also refused with a smile, saying that she should not be that ungrateful person, and that it would be good for self-cultivation here.

Regarding this, Yang Jian was really helpless.

If you don't go, don't go, Yang Jian secretly asked the owner of the Kunyu Pavilion to take care of the two of them, but it was just a matter of lip service.

He somewhat remembered Wen Qingling's temperament, so he didn't find it strange.

After Yang Jian left, Fu Dongliu stood in front of the reed gate, looked at the woman in white standing on the reed, and could only complain with a wry smile.

"I said Qingling, why did you come here? After so many years of lovesickness, he finally came here, and you are not as eager as I am."

Wen Qingling didn't answer, but she seemed to be in a good mood, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, quietly fascinated by the cloud where Yang Jian's figure disappeared.

"Qing Ling, even if you don't think about anything else, you should think about your own longevity."

Fu Dongliu sighed, "Think about your current situation... ah, despite what happened today, the cabinet will definitely take care of you, it's okay, Yang Jian still remembers us, it's always a good thing."

"Brother Fu, do you think he is much more mature now than he was back then?"

Wen Qingling asked softly, and then smiled to himself, "I always feel that he is more trustworthy than before, and makes people want to rely on him."

"It's just a joke, this is a supernatural being who is incomparable in the world," Fu Dongliu stretched, "I won't clean up for you, I'll go back and find a place to sleep late. If you ask inside the door, you can just tell the truth about what happened back then."

"Brother Fu, you have to deal with it," Wen Qingling looked outside the valley, where several peak masters and elders of Kunyu Pavilion were already waiting.

Obviously, the two of them will be enshrined in Kunyu Pavilion like treasures.

Even an elegant monk who doesn't want to follow others should also consider Yang Jian's prestige and status in this world; not to mention, Kunyu Pavilion is originally a peripheral force of Yuxu Palace. Yang Jian's friends, of course, should enjoy the treatment of the head of the family.

Even the ones that were neglected before should be completed as soon as possible, lest Zhenjun Erlang get angry.

"I'll come," Fu Dongliu was a little reluctant, "After all, this is because of Yang Jian's favor, so I'm also a little embarrassed."

"Then why did Big Brother Fu call him back?"

"Isn't it because you can live forever as soon as possible?" Fu Dongliu twitched his mouth, "You have the same temperament as a gourd. You have to say everything. If you don't say a word of intimacy to him, even if he has intentions in his heart, I'm afraid he will think you are heartless."

Wen Qingling was startled, and hurriedly flew down from the top of the grass reed, looked at Fu Dongliu, "Is he... interested in me?"

"This," Fu Dongliu was at a loss for words for a while, and couldn't help but think of the words Yang Jian said to him.

A relationship is a responsibility, Yang Jian doesn't want to bear too much now...

But facing Wen Qingling's little face full of expectations, Fu Dongliu really couldn't bear it, so he could only say softly: "It's hard to say, you also know that he is the pillar of the prehistoric world today, and he rarely has the opportunity to consider these children's personal relationships."

Wen Qingling's expression darkened suddenly.

Fu Dongliu said: "Actually, if you want me to tell you, you should hurry up and practice, and let yourself step into the longevity realm first. At that time, no matter how long Yang Jian has to travel for the prehistoric world, you can wait until he has nothing to do, and then go..."

"Longevity is not that easy."

Wen Qingling smiled wryly, "My aptitude is limited, I'm afraid it will be difficult."

Fu Dongliu's eyes narrowed, "Then why don't you go to Yang Jian and ask for a nine-turn panacea. I heard that the panacea can make annoying people live forever, and you can live forever if you use it."

"How can I say I want such a treasure? Brother Fu, you go first, I'm a little tired."

Wen Qingling saw a few people coming from outside the valley with clouds, his complexion was a little gloomy, he said a few words in a low voice, turned around and went back to Caolu, and closed the wooden door of Caolu.

Fu Dongliu could only shake his head helplessly, looking at the smiling seniors in the pavilion, he could only bite the bullet and fly over.

Fill the hole you dug yourself.

Inside the grass reed, next to the small circle, Wen Qingling supported the chair Yang Jian had just sat on, and stood there silently in a daze.

On the altar, from the first time I saw it today, the pictures are still as clear as they were thousands of years ago. She has never forgotten it, and never stopped thinking about it.

It's a pity that not all marriages are blessed by heaven, and not all lovesickness can be turned into red strings.

Wen Qingling always felt that if she didn't change her wishful thinking, she shouldn't have any inappropriate thoughts about Yang Jian.

In the past thousands of years, every time I heard about him, there was a trembling sound; on the other hand, I became a lonely god, and I had two masters who led me to practice after I died.

Put away Yang Jian's used wine glasses, bowls and chopsticks, and throw the other cups and plates to the wooden barrel in the corner where sundries are stored, move the chair, and sit in front of a bronze mirror.

In the mirror, she was dressed in white, and she was so beautiful that she couldn't tell.

But outside the mirror, she could only lower her head and sigh softly, unable to express her endless thoughts...

'Who is worthy of your concern? '

A somewhat ethereal voice echoed in her heart, this voice was gentle and slender, but Wen Qingling was taken aback for a moment.

"You came out again, is it because my Dao heart is unstable again? No wonder, I finally saw him..."

Wen Qingling chuckled lightly, as if she wasn't too surprised.

The voice from the bottom of my heart was a bit melancholy, 'I still don't believe that I'm not your demon? I am you, the former you, and the future you, why do you resist so much? '

"Always trying to break my Dao heart like this, how can I not believe that you are my demon?"

Wen Qingling asked back, and then quietly closed her eyes, two phantoms slowly appeared on the Lingtai, facing each other from afar.

Wen Qingling said in a low voice: "My mind is restless, and there are always obsessions and injustices in my heart, so I have such demons as you. You don't have to say anything, I don't believe anything you say."

While speaking, Wen Qingling's hands had already started to seal, wisps of mana rushed back, gradually suppressing another phantom in the altar, and sent it to the depths of the altar.

After doing this, Wen Qingling breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly opened his eyes.

She didn't realize that after suppressing the phantom again, her temperament and face changed slightly, becoming more mature and more like that phantom...

longevity...

Wen Qingling smiled wryly, she has such demons entangled in her heart, how can she talk about longevity and love?

"well……"

Turning sideways, leaning gently on the back of the chair, Wen Qingling fell asleep a little tired.

Outside the grass reed, Fu Dongliu was talking about swordsmanship with a few elders, and when he talked about the process of meeting Yang Jian back then, his words became eloquent.

It doesn't mean to be forced.

...

Guanjiangkou, after Yang Jian returned to this place, he always felt a little hard to calm down.

As soon as you close your eyes, the image of Wen Qingling pushing the door out of the reeds will quietly emerge, and gradually, Wen Qingling's appearance has changed into the white-clothed woman who followed Dubi and was sent into the river of true spirits by Dubi himself.

This is the debt of the previous life, and Dubi's only regret.

If Wen Qingling was really the reincarnation of that woman in white who didn't know how many times, Yang Jian would definitely take Wen Qingling back to the Black Spirit Kingdom, no matter what, whether it's a friend, a Taoist partner, or even a brother and sister, they should treat her well.

But Yang Jian secretly probed several times, and he was sure that Wen Qingling was not the reincarnation of the woman in white.

Maybe it was just the eyebrows and expression that touched Dubi's remnant soul that hadn't completely disappeared yet.

Get the six friends of Meishan and let them observe Sun Wukong secretly, and wake up his incarnation if Sun Wukong conflicts with the Heavenly Court.

Then, the mind returned to the real body.

For nearly fifty years teaching Sun Wukong to practice, Yang Jian really did his best. He even went back to the prehistoric world once in order to unlock the shackles of heaven and earth on Monkey King.

The practice of the real body was endangered and delayed for more than a day from the beginning to the end.

At this time, nearly half of the dark golden stars had melted, and Yang Jian's body was shining with golden light, as if the golden patterns all over his body had been completely covered.

But if you look carefully, there are still a few gaps in the golden patterns, and these gaps are slowly closing as Yang Jian continues to absorb the innate golden energy.

Yang Jian could already feel that the Invincible Golden Body Art was not far from becoming a saint.

As long as it takes another 30 to 40 years, Yang Jian's undefeated golden body can barely reach the physical strength of the golden envoy Ge Li-naturally, if he is not sanctified, he is naturally no more than the defensive power of the golden envoy Ge Li.

But Yang Jian's undefeated golden body is better than the inside of the eighty-nine Xuangong blessing, from the outside to the inside, from the inside to the outside, it should be considered flawless.

The saint is not far away, and the road will be completed.

If Yang Jian's goal is only physical sanctification, then he is already very close; but he wants to take advantage of his own sanctification opportunity to establish two avenues at the same time and directly step into the ranks of the strongest.

This requires ten times, or even a hundred times, the hardship and effort.

Fortunately, pushing the Undefeated Golden Body Art to the brink of sanctification, I have a trump card.

——If there is any crisis situation in the future, Yang Jian can give up the idea of ​​establishing two avenues, and directly rush into the realm of saints, so that he can exert his combat power far beyond this time.

Anyway, no matter which way to establish first, it is always Yang Jian who enters the realm of saints, not the two minds.

However, there are also hidden worries in this matter.

If the Unbeaten Golden Body Jue enters the realm of saints first, Yang Jian himself will have to focus on the Unchanging Golden Body Jue, and the Bajiu Xuangong will even be suppressed and mortgaged.

The problem ensues...

If he meets the strongest, God Pan Gu would be able to fight for both sides; but Yang Jian, who relies on the invincible golden body formula, may be defeated by the strongest in an instant when he meets.

This is the only feature of the Unbeaten Golden Body Art that makes Yang Jian feel "tasteless", but it is impossible to judge its length.

It can only be said that the Undefeated Golden Body Art is more suitable for chaotic battles; but if you really want to fight against the strongest, you need to push the Bajiu Xuangong into the realm of a saint, so that you can hold yourself, and then you will be able to fight.

Yang Jian was thinking like this, and was about to speed up the absorption of innate gold energy, when he suddenly heard an eagle's cry resounding through the chaotic and chaotic sea, Yang Jian was also refreshed.

A silver line cut through the universe and flew straight towards Yang Jian.