The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

　　 "The waves are quiet across the ocean, and the moon is rising."

　　 Yang Jian stood in front of the window by the side of the Xianzhou, seeing the scenery on the sea, muttered two impassable poems.

　　 He is really not good at this.

　　 A chuckle came from behind, and Yang Xiaochan said with a smile: "My brother has also read some books."

　　 Her voice at this time is different from usual, a bit thicker.

　　 Yang Jian asked: "Is everything packed?"

　　 "Brother, you'll be fine if you turn your head back, I am not afraid of you watching if I change my clothes." Yang Xiaochan smiled, a little weird.

　　 She jumped over from behind, carrying her little hand, looking like a treasure, and wanted Yang Jian to take a look at her ‘heroic’ at this time.

　　 She played a little bit before, and learned that there was a gathering of monks once every ten years beside the banquet of immortals in the East China Sea Dragon Palace, so she wanted to see the excitement.

　　 Yang Jian turned his head to look, Yang Xiaochan put on a male costume, a long gown, a tie, and a headband, and then used the technique of change. Anyone who meets it will sigh, "What a handsome little boy," there is no flaw in the disguise.

　　The handsome boy?

　　 Yang Jian remembered a person in his heart. Five hundred years passed in a hurry. He did not think about other things when he was practicing. The memory of that year was quite deep.

　　 Xiao Lantian.

　　 That guy feels like that, isn’t it?

　　 Is he also a woman disguised as a man?

　　 Yang Jian suddenly shook his head and smiled, consciously that there are not many opportunities to see that Young Master Xiao again in this life. Of course, there is not much overlap between them.

　　 "What's the matter? Brother, are you laughing at me?" Yang Xiaochan pouted, with a different style at this time.

　　 "No, I think of a deceased person." Yang Jian yawned, and he looked a little tired after inducing Wan Lei to exercise the Five Thunders.

　　 He glanced at Chu Qian, who had also used magic techniques to reduce her grace, and her face was also covered with a veil of immortal treasure, making it impossible to see her true face.

　　 "You are waiting for me at the market. If there is nothing wrong on my side, I will come out to find you as soon as possible."

　　 "Brother, why don't you take a break," Yang Xiaochan persuaded with some distress.

　　 "You go first, I'm going to find a place to sleep for a while," Yang Jian rubbed Yang Xiaochan's head, still wearing the rags, he hadn't had a chance to replace it.

　　 East China Sea Group Immortals Banquet, in addition to the East China Sea Dragon King banquet to the immortals, it is also a flourishing age where monks from all over the world gather.

　　The fairy feast is in the Crystal Palace, and the market is outside the Crystal Palace. You can exchange things for magic weapons, fairy materials, fairy pets, spiritual objects, exercises, and magical powers.

　　 There are dragon masters on the scene, and they are not afraid of being beaten, smashed, and robbed. It is also a great event.

　　 There are a total of three places like this ‘big collection’ in Honghuang—East Sea Group Fairy Banquet, Jinao Wanxianhui, Shenzhou Baifang Garden.

　　East Sea Group Fairy Banquet is held once every ten years, hosted by the Dragon Clan, and Dragon Palace also uses this to collect and sell treasures.

The Golden Ao Wanxian Hui, the saying that the Jin'ao Island Wanxian came to the dynasty came from this. It is also a grand event for the prehistoric monks. It is held on the outskirts of Jinao Island every 100 years. To be grand several times.

　　 The last Shenzhou Baifang Garden was a bit more complicated. It was jointly organized by the major sects of Central China. It was originally just a joke of a few immortal prodigal sons, appraising the world's hundred fangs, and setting up the rank of great beauty.

　　 But over time, it has evolved into a grand event for human monks. As soon as the Shenzhou Baifang Garden opened, countless ascetics gathered to barter. The holding time is uncertain, about once every five hundred years.

　　 Actually, the so-called list of beauties hasn’t changed much, and there is basically no authority...Who dares to entertain the saints? Who would dare to line up those Da Luo female fairies and Da Neng female Taoists one, two, three, four?

　　 really did this, that is, the old birthday star hangs-it is too long.

　　 These interesting things were all told by Chu Qian to Yang Jian, and Yu Ding had not told him about these. Most of the real people of Yu Ding were a little dissatisfied with the gathering of these monks.

　　 "Don't cause trouble, don't be too greedy, exchange the treasures you like, don't grab it."

　　 Near the East China Sea Dragon Palace, Yang Jian was still there and kept asking.

　　 Yang Xiaochan looked at his brother a little bit sadly, and complained: "Why don't I let you worry about that?"

　　 Yang Jian nodded solemnly, Yang Xiaochan was about to hit someone with a small fist, Yang Jian laughed twice, and the figure flew out of the fairy boat.

　　 watched Xianzhou dive into the sea and head towards the East China Sea Dragon Palace. There was a checkpoint set by the Dragon Palace in the sea ten miles ahead, and Yang Jian didn't have to worry about Yang Xiaochan's safety.

　　 If they were in trouble, Chu Qian would report her name, and Dragon Palace would definitely not dare to damage Xiao Chan'er.

　　 Because the dragons are in a difficult situation, although they are ancient people, they have meager luck and are responsible for breaking the land. They have always handled things carefully. Knowing Yang Xiaochan's identity will protect Yang Xiaochan well.

　　Waiting for Yang Xiaochan and Chu Qian to pass the level of the shrimp soldier and crab general safe and sound, and head towards the deep sea, Yang Jian's face is more exhausted.

　　He is not physically tired, but exhausted. For 14 days in a row, he has ignited thousands of thunder on the Thunder Drum Mountain, tempered himself, realized the thunder method, and consumed his own soul...

"Forget it, go find a place to sleep first," Yang Jian yawned, deliberately testing his supernatural powers, his figure turned into a golden light and flew over the sea, and he appeared on a deserted island hundreds of miles away in the blink of an eye. .

　　 Although the vertical golden light at this time is not as easy to use as the universe, but the former has just started to practice and has not yet mastered it. However, if the ancestor witch cannot get the blood of the ancestor witch who is good at the way of the universe, it is difficult to make progress.

　　 Yang Jian found a corner leeward, his whole body was full of profound energy, and the whole figure suddenly disappeared between the heaven and the earth, and fell asleep.

　　 Not long after, the snoring sounds softly and blends into the wind.

　　 Life is a rare peace.

　　 Yang Jian’s sleep was one day and one night, and when he stretched his waist to sit up, it was already noon.

　　 moved his body, Yang Jian walked towards the island, still yawning.

　　 "I still have to find a way to improve my soul power, so that I can condense my soul as soon as possible," Yang Jian murmured and sighed again. He really doesn't have so much time now.

　　 The Biluo Sansheng Jue is another water mill technique. Although the second stage can be condensed into the soul, it will take about a hundred years according to Yang Jian's practice speed at this time.

　　 Although he has some elixir to increase the power of the soul, it is not a good thing to rely on elixir to improve, it is better to eat that three-life lotus seed...

　　 "Sansheng lotus seeds...have the power of profound energy to transform medicine, it shouldn't take an hour."

　　 Yang Jian pinched a colorful lotus seed to his fingertips. It is better to hit the sun if you choose a day. He will swallow the lotus seed today as a snack.

　　 The shadows of the trees in front of him were empty, but Yang Jian walked to the center of the island. There was a pool where the water was crystal clear and there were no fish or plants in the water.

He glanced at his appearance, and tore off the ordinary clothes on his body. In order to practice thunder method, he had already replaced his only fairy clothes, so as not to damage the fairy treasure in vain when the thunder was triggered. This was so embarrassing. .

　　 A fierce son plunged into the water, Yang Jian felt his whole body transparent, his pores stretched all over his body, and he let out a sigh of satisfaction.

　　 glanced at the lotus seed in his hand, Yang Jian stuffed it directly into the entrance, and his figure sank into the bottom of the pool, sitting cross-legged.

　　 There was a burst of colorful glow flowing around the body, and Yang Jian's figure vibrated, but his mind did not sink into the illusion, as if he was watching a horse watching the flowers, examining his past and present.

　　 Three-life lotus, consecutive three-life, with the power of the three-life soul, condense the soul of perfection at this time.

　　Yang Jian's profound art realm has surpassed that of the past by far. The magical power of Sansheng Lotus Seed can be broken with a finger, but he still wants to see how his previous life was.

　　 But the strange thing is that the past life is a mystery.

　　 Yang Ji thought for a while, and he was relieved that his previous life was the twenty-odd years on earth. If it is so easy to find lotus seeds from Sansheng, that would be a bad thing.

　　 This life is quite abundant, but it's all his own memories. Yang Jian hurriedly looked at it and looked towards the next life...

　　The next life is also a mystery.

　　 Yang Jian was surprised and delighted. He didn’t have the afterlife. Wouldn’t it be proof that he would definitely be immortal in this life? Uh, or there is no dead residue left...

　　 guided by the colorful rays of sunlight, a picture suddenly appeared in front of Yang Jian. For a while, he lost his mind and sat there for a long time without moving...

　　 It was a sea of ​​white flowers, but in a trance, the sea of ​​flowers turned into bones everywhere, looking endless, with no end in sight.

　　 Where is this?

　　 Yang Jian suddenly saw a familiar figure, dressed in black, standing on the edge of the sea of ​​flowers... No, his back was facing countless bones...

　　 Is that a sea of ​​flowers or bones? What does this indicate?

'who are you! "Yang Jian yelled to the figure~www.NovelMTL.com~ The figure seemed to be alive, and when he heard his yelling, he turned around slowly.

It's him! It's him! Although he couldn't see the appearance of this person, there was a firm voice echoing in Yang Jian's heart, that was himself!

　　 The end of this life... is to stand alone in the sea of ​​flowers, with your back facing endless bones?

　　 What does this signify?

'You came. ’

this is! Talking to yourself? Isn't this the illusion seen by Sansheng Lotus? Why did you seem to see yourself and say ‘you are here’?

　　Why is this scene? Why is it that the future self is talking to the current self...?

　　 Yang Jian was shocked inexplicably.

　　‘You need to remember, don’t forget your original intentions, take good care of your relatives, friends and brothers, take more responsibility, and don’t underestimate your beauty. ’

　　 The black-clothed self said so, and Yang Jian stayed there in a daze.

　　 Is this an exhortation and warning?

　　 A gust of wind blew from nowhere, the sea of ​​flowers drifted away, the bones fell apart, the figure chuckled, and the last sentence fell in Yang Jian's ear.

　　‘In this life, I owe something, but no regrets. Although there is no end, it’s going to go on. ’

　　 Yang Jian couldn't turn around for a long time, and was immersed in those few words motionless.

　　 He suddenly discovered that he couldn't remember those words, the words he said, were constantly weakening in his heart...

　　 after a moment.

　　 "Just now, what did I see? What did I hear?"

　　 Yang Jian sat at the bottom of the pool, feeling the rise of the power of the soul and the eagerness to move around, it seems that the primordial spirit is condensed today.

　　 He fell into thinking, remembering hard, always feeling that it was very important to him...