The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

'Fengshen... this should be far away. '

Standing on the cliff and looking at the distant scenery, Yang Jian had this thought in his heart; he is a general of the Zhou Dynasty in the catastrophe of the Conferred God, and there are great opportunities and benefits waiting for him there. Unfortunately, it's still early.

When I entered the mountain, the flowers were still blooming, but when I didn't realize it when I practiced, the grass withered and the leaves fell in a blink of an eye, and the wild geese flew south.

‘Cultivation requires a combination of work and rest. Today I am going out to visit friends as a teacher, and it may take a few days before I can return. You can have fun on your own. '

The master flew away after leaving this sentence, and he couldn't wait to run 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 went back to the cave just to see, Xiao Chan'er complained quite a bit.

I dare not slack off in the matter of cultivating immortals. Only by learning the skills as soon as possible can I have a sense of security in this prehistoric world.

Unfortunately, Xiao Chan'er and Tinglan Cuizhu were tired from playing and had just taken 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, staring at the distant mountains in a daze.

Master Yuding hasn't taught the Bajiu Xuangong yet, but he has mentioned a few times 'there are several mysteries that require you to practice after you have a solid foundation'.

Yang Jian is not in a hurry, nor is he in a hurry, he has been practicing the foundation-building exercises tailored by Yuding for him. Although the cultivation base is not fast, the victory lies in steady progress and a solid foundation.

"Well, cultivating immortals is actually quite good," Yang Jian grabbed a piece of dry grass and entangled his fingers.

The Battle of the Conferred Gods is estimated to take at least a few hundred years. Although Yuding didn't know what the specific catastrophe was, nor did he know the supernatural powers of the Conferred Gods List, he uttered the word 'a millennium period'.

Counting from the time when the three masters signed the list of gods more than 300 years ago, the catastrophe came almost 600 years later.

Then during the six hundred years, Yang Jian had to master the Bajiu Xuangong before he could go down the mountain and go through this experience.

After entering the list of gods, he lost his freedom, had to work for the heaven, and was restrained by the Jade Emperor. But there are also two situations for being on the list of gods - being alive and being dead.

Yang Jian speculated that those who are alive on the list of gods should have a lot of 'independence', and those who rely on the list of gods to be reborn after death may never be able to escape the control of the list of gods.

There is no need to worry too much about this, as long as you stand on the right side and join Zhou Wuwang and Jiang Ziya's gang, bah, team, victory is almost a certainty.

"Tsk," Yang Jian thought of his bright and smooth future, so he couldn't wait to let time pass by and reach the pinnacle of life early.

It's a pity that we have to eat every bite, the road has to be walked step by step, and the Tao has to be cultivated bit by bit...

Besides, becoming Erlang God in the Heavenly Court is by no means the end point. If he is not to be dominated by anyone and wants to live freely in this world, he has to keep going on the road of practice!

Official positions in the heavenly court and famous generals conferred by the gods are all false. The height is determined by the fist, and everything is proved by the strength!

Don't be afraid of cultivating as powerful as the sky, but only regret having regrets in your life!

There was a little fire in Yang Jian's eyes, and he clenched his fists tightly, and the fighting spirit in his heart became stronger.

Now that he has such a good teacher, such a follower, and such a future, how wasteful is he if he is no longer useful?

In my previous life, I was ordinary and muddled for half my life. Every time I hit a wall, I would complain about the lack of connections and lack of resources. I felt that the society owed me a father surnamed Ma.

What now?

The right time, place and people are almost all available. Among the three generations of Taoist disciples, his own conditions and resources are already the best choice. He is also regarded as the second generation of officials in the wild, and he has a master who is deeply hidden as his backer. How can he be willing to be mediocre?

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

"Work hard! Struggle! Desperately live for a few hundred years, and be happy for ten thousand years—"

Pu Chi chuckled twice, Yang Jian shrank his neck and turned his head to look, only to see a weak girl in a snow gauze skirt walking towards with a bamboo basket.

"Cough, Ting Lan," Yang Jian blushed, scratched his head and laughed twice, "Why are you here?"

"Master asked me and Cui Zhu to take good care of my senior brother before going out, and Ting Lan brought some wine and vegetables for my senior brother because I still have to eat every day."

Ting Lan spoke softly, and she knelt down beside Yang Jian while she was speaking. She pointed to the ground, and green grass suddenly appeared on the ground.

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 ashamed.

"I'm bothering you again."

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

"Senior brother is out of touch. These are what Cuizhu and I should do." Ting Lan stroked her hair that was blown by the wind, gently played with the two strands of soft long hair hanging on her chest, and quietly waited for Yang Jian to clear away the dinner plate after eating.

Ting Lan has an elegant temperament and a delicate face, which can be regarded as outstanding beauty. If it was the previous life, maybe Yang Jian's heart would have been throbbing, and he would never forget Ting Lan.

But at this time, Yang Jian's heart was very calm, there was nothing unusual about his body, and his eyes were very clear... In his daily contact with Tinglan Cuizhu, he was not frivolous at all, very well-behaved, not like a place at all, cough, and accidentally revealed something.

To put it simply, Yang Jian has no idea about Ting Lan and Cui Zhu from the bottom of his heart.

The reason to start cultivating immortals? Do you think Tinglan Cuizhu is not a human race? This body hasn't officially entered puberty yet?

In fact, it has nothing to do with these.

Yang Jian had thought about this problem before, but the conclusion he reached finally made him dumbfounded.

In the memory of this body, some particularly profound pictures often appear. These pictures are all about the life of a stunning woman, she frowns and smiles, lingers on her fingers...Compared with this stunning woman who always appears in her body memory, Tinglan Cuizhu is indeed a few grades behind.

"Oh," Yang Jian sighed while eating.

The physical reaction is the most loyal, as long as I think of that woman, my heart will jump and yearn for her, and then my forehead will be covered with black lines, and I will be unable to complain for a while.

That's his mother!

The original Yang Jian actually had an Oedipus complex!

This rebellious thing, no wonder it is so hard to "carry the mountain to chase the sun" and "split the mountain to save the mother"!

It's okay to think about this kind of thing randomly, but if you really want to do it, Yang Jian will definitely not dare. After all, she is the mother of this body, and she is related by blood. If she can't really disregard etiquette, righteousness, honesty and shame, she will definitely be ridiculed by the world!

Forget it, it’s useless to complain, I can only find a way to slowly expel this body’s memories and impressions of ‘Yao Ji’, or wait until I’m successful in my celestial career, and find a fairy lady who is more beautiful than Yao Ji to form a Taoist partner...

Tsk, go to the pinnacle of life.

"elder brother!"

A crisp shout came from the side, and a beautiful girl in a pink jacket trotted towards this side, giggling happily all the way.

Yang Jian's eyes showed a little love, and he raised his hand to hold Xiao Chan'er in his arms. The brother and sister laughed and laughed together, and the two delicate girls watched from the side, showing a little smile.

For some reason, Yang Jian felt that this was actually the pinnacle of his life.

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

...

There are no Jiazi in the mountains, and the floods and famines do not count the years.

About two years after entering the mountain, Yang Jian jumped up suddenly. If you look at it from the back, it is almost the same as when he was in his twenties in his previous life.

After all, Jinxia Cave is full of spiritual energy and the food is very good, and Master Yuding will also give his lover some panacea and fairy grass roots, so it is reasonable for the body to develop in advance.

After spending two years of hard work, Yang Jian did not practice magic, did not understand Taoism, and only did things like breathing out and cultivating Yuan. Although this process was very boring, Yang Jian never complained, and has been practicing with his master at ease.

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

Yuding gave Yang Jian a few more days off, so that Yang Jian could accompany her younger sister who had been together for two years, because there would be fewer chances to meet each other...

After the holiday was over, Yuding called Yang Jian to the front, laid out two futons, and the master and apprentice sat facing each other.

Master Yuding said: "From today onwards, you need to spend four hours a day to comprehend Taoism, four hours to study spells, four hours to do miscellaneous things such as medicinal baths, and retreat for three years before going out. When practicing, you need to abandon distracting thoughts and focus on Taoism."

Yang Jian immediately bowed his head and replied, "Disciple understands."

"Good," Yuding raised his hand and swiped his long sleeves, and three stone plaques hovered in front of Yang Jian.

Listening to Yu Ding's introduction: "There are three methods that my teacher cultivates that are suitable for you. They are all profound and mysterious methods. You can choose one of them to practice."

Yang Jian couldn't understand the implication of those lines on the stone tablet at all, so he hurriedly asked, "Master, which three schools are they?"

"Don't panic, listen to the teacher's explanation," Yu Ding pointed to the stone tablet on the left, and said: "This is the method of practicing self-enlightenment for the teacher. One Yuan Yudan Dao, majoring in Yuanshen, can condense jade pills, cultivate the spirit of a gentleman, and travel between the gods and the void."

Yang Jian blinked and continued to wait.

Master Yuding pointed to the stone plaque in the middle, "This is the Jue of the Three Lives of Bi Luo, also majoring in Yuanshen. It is the method engraved by the Taoist ancestor who was lucky enough to pick a lotus flower outside Zixiao Palace when he gave a lecture for the second time in Zixiao Palace. After learning it, it will have infinite uses. The Yuanshen will be transformed into three, and it will be very advantageous to fight against people."

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 mystery, which was given by the teacher, and it is called the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Art..."

Yang Jian regained his energy in an instant, and shouted first: "Master! That's it! I'll learn this!"

After talking about it, Yang Jian felt a little regretful... Was he too impatient? I've been waiting for two years, why couldn't I hold back the shivering at the end, it's too early!

If the master asked me where I heard about the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kung Fu, how should I explain it?

Fortunately, Yuding raised his face slightly, looked at Yang Jian, and said earnestly: "You have such a heart! You can't wait to hear that it is the method taught by the sage! As a teacher, I feel that the One Yuan Yudan Dao and the Biluo Sansheng Jue are also superior methods!"

Yang Jian:……

I said that the method I have comprehended is the best... Master is not ashamed.

However, Yang Jian secretly heaved a sigh of relief, the 'misunderstanding' of the real Yuding actually helped him, secretly thinking that he was lucky, and quickly sat down to be punished.

Daoist Yuding said with a dark face: "The Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kungfu is extremely demanding on the root of understanding, and it is very difficult to get started. Have you made up your mind? If you insist on learning, my teacher will naturally teach you, but when you are going through hardships in the future, don't ask my teacher to change the method for you to practice!"

"That," Yang Jian performed the "Congxin Dafa" that has reached the realm, and smiled at Yuding, "Master, you are the master, I will learn whatever you teach me, don't pick, don't pick."

"You slick," Yuding raised his hand and flicked Yang Jian's forehead, and couldn't help laughing twice. With some regret, he put away the one-yuan jade alchemy stone tablet he created, but kept the Biluo Sansheng Jue and Bajiu Xuangong.

"Bajiu Xuangong mainly focuses on the physical body. You still need a method to protect the soul. You should also practice this Biluo Sansheng Jue."

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, and then the corners of his grinning mouth almost reached the ears, and he kowtowed heavily to Yuding, "Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master for teaching the Dharma!"

"Calm down, hold these two stone tablets, and pass the formulas and practice methods into your heart as a teacher."

"yes!"

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

Eighty-nine profound arts, the body is sanctified!