The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Not only is Huang Long highly respected among Taoist sects, he is also one of the few sage disciples who entered relatively early.

In order to sharpen himself, he was able to pull down his skin and ask Yang Jian, and even wanted to enter the place of sword testing to practice. This surprised Yang Jian a little, and he quickly made a decision.

The answer is naturally...

"Uncle, no," Yang Jian said with a wry smile, "The place where the sword is tested is to provide a place for juniors like Nezha to improve their cultivation. If uncle goes, he may gain something, but it is difficult to improve his realm."

Seeing that Huanglong was frowning, Yang Jian explained more: "Actually, the so-called sword-testing place is an illusion created by Mirage Senior. Uncle, don't mention this matter to others, lest those who enter the sword-testing place have a different mind."

"I've checked myself, you can rest assured," Taoist Huanglong replied with a smile, still a little disappointed.

Obviously, Huang Long thought about this for a long time, and only then did he inquire about Yang Jian's whereabouts, and came here to wait.

I thought that I don't want his old face, and go to practice with the juniors to find opportunities to break through the realm and improve the supernatural power, but after listening to Yang Jian's explanation, Huang Long basically understood what happened to the place where the sword was tested.

Huanglong's level of cultivation is not low, what he lacks is only the magical powers and treasures of fighting skills, and these two things are not for entering the place of sword testing, so it is enough to ask Yang Jian for help.

Besides, Huanglong has a good eye, maybe he can see through the mirage arranged by the mirage dragon, and the two sides will be even more embarrassed at that time...

There is another deeper reason that Yang Jian didn't tell Uncle Huang Long.

Going to the land of sword testing, the most important thing is your own perseverance, and then there is a bloody spirit that refuses to admit defeat.

Although Martial Uncle Huang Long is willing to give himself up to try the sword, if he is blocked in one place for too long, wouldn't he lose all skin in front of the younger generation?

At that time, if you can't advance, you will be in a dilemma, and your Taoism will be affected even more, and your cultivation will be damaged for nothing, which is really not beautiful.

Yang Jian pondered for a while, and thought of a compromise, but he didn't know if he could explain it to Huang Long.

"well……"

Huang Long sighed, stood beside Yang Jian and watched the direction of Nanfang Buzhou, "Nephew, do you know how you and I survived the last battle?"

Yang Jian frowned slightly and shook his head slightly.

"It was by hiding in the corpse of a spirit clan fellow Taoist, and escaped with his life."

Huang Long's eyes were full of disappointment, and he said in a deep voice: "At that time, I asked my heart why Junior Brother Yuding became enlightened, why Senior Nephew Yang Jian became enlightened, and I stopped for a few years, but I was still complacent before. I really don't know where the confidence comes from."

"Uncle, don't belittle yourself like this."

"It's not that I underestimated myself, that's the truth." Huang Long glanced at Yang Jian, and there was endless loneliness in the depths of his eyes. "I thought at the time, if I can also stop the Dao Saint, I don't need to be a saint, just like Kong Xuan Daoist. I don't need to be a saint, just like Kong Xuan Daoist. I don't need to have supernatural powers. Will the prehistoric world survive, and whether I can change the situation of the battle..."

As he spoke, two lines of turbid tears ran down Taoist Huanglong's cheeks, his breath was unstable, and his Taoist body trembled.

Yang Jian hurriedly supported Huang Long, but Huang Long broke away from Yang Jian's support.

This was the first time that Yang Jian directly felt the pressure of the older generation of monks.

The self-blame of Huanglong and Chi Jingzi was not just that they both witnessed the massacre of the spirit clan army they led by Xu Mo's old tribe. Under what circumstances, he and Chi Jingzi couldn't stop that Daoist sage at all, and they couldn't do anything to bring them back to heaven.

Apart from lingering on their last days, so that the masters of the Spirit Race controlled by the two would not die along with them, the two masters could do nothing at all.

Xu Mo's generals passed by in hiding, and went straight to Honghuang, the two gathered together the remnants of the army, and chased after them.

However, without the blessing of the Great Dao, when they rushed to the vicinity of Honghuang with hundreds of thousands of defeated soldiers, Nanfangbuzhou was not far away from here.

Uncle Chi Jingzi blamed himself hard to say, but he silently cleaned up the old soldiers and joined the remnants of the spirit clan's various tribes to form a force again.

But Huang Long let out a long sigh, slumped for a long time, unable to get rid of the guilt in his heart.

The turning point of Hong Huang's frontal battle was actually when the remnants of Xu Mo's old army approached, and the masters of the Spirit Race went out to resist, thus cutting off the support for the frontal battle.

If the army of the Black Spirit Kingdom hadn't fought desperately, the Great Desolate War would have collapsed quickly if the generals of the Xumo tribe and the resurrected were attacked from both sides. The decision made by Ao Xinke and others at that time was not inappropriate at all.

So, Huang Long had to think like this——

If he and Chi Jingzi were stronger, they could work together to stop that great saint;

If Kong Xuan or Senior Brother Guang Chengzi were the ones who led the army of the Black Spirit Nation to station in the rear that day, instead of an incompetent like him, perhaps Honghuang would not have fallen...

This kind of torment really made Huang Long restless day and night, so when he heard about the place to test the sword, he couldn't wait to find Yang Jian, hoping to make a breakthrough for himself.

pity……

"Forget it, the master has found a place to practice, so you can go and get busy."

"Uncle Huanglong," Yang Jian hesitated to speak, Huanglong waved his sleeves pretending to be free and easy, with a bit of desolation, accompanied by a little dejection, he drove towards Nanshan Buzhou.

Huanglong felt ashamed to go to see the monks of the wilderness, but in fact he had been hiding in the border of Nanzhou, not even the saint master came to see him.

Yang Jian stood there quietly for a while, and waited for a long time before he could not see Huanglong's back, then he drove the avenue and headed straight for Xuandu City.

No one can solve Taoist Huanglong in this matter, they can only wait for the next big battle, let Huanglong go into battle to kill the enemy, kill all the depression in his heart, and revive his own Taoism.

Yang Jian could feel that Master Huanglong's originally deep and solid Dao had become a bit sluggish because of the haze in his Dao heart...

But Huanglong has practiced for too long, even in the face of life and death, the possibility of comprehending and breaking through is too slim. This is the biggest difference between the older generation of monks and the newcomers like Nezha.

Many major cultivators from ancient times have too much Taoism, and they have long looked down on life and death.

Outside the city of Xuandu, just as Yang Jian appeared, a white shadow flew over from the ruins of the Black Spirit Kingdom, as if he had been waiting for him for a long time.

"How do you plan this time?" Yun Xiao asked softly.

Yang Jian thought for a while, and the method couldn't be repeated like last time, so he asked Yunxiao: "Is there a method of avatar, or a puppet technique? It's best to use the fake one to confuse the real one."

Yun Xiao thought carefully for a while, then nodded slightly, and hundreds of avatars were transformed into the clouds and mist.

Yang Jian suddenly showed a little smile, and said: "It's true, it's false, it's false, this time, let's fight with Xu Mo's subordinates first."

"How to fight mind? That's all, you don't need to explain, just tell me how to do it."

"Uncle, don't worry."

"I'm not as scheming as you," Yun Xiao said lightly, and then the two looked at each other and smiled, their figures flashed and disappeared in place.

Why, it feels like the two of them are flirting.

Not long after the two of them left, a slender figure appeared at the place where they were standing just now, pursing their lips, buttoning their boogers gracefully, and followed silently.

...

Just half a month after entering the sword-testing place, only a moment outside the chaotic clock, Fairy Zixia understood a little why her master didn't take the initiative to let herself enter this sword-testing place.

When she first came in, because she was a few days later than the second batch of people who entered the sword-testing place, most of the second batch had already reached the sixth level, and only a few were still in the fourth level.

Relying on "can't embarrass the master", Zixia showed her outstanding talent at the beginning, broke through repeatedly in the fierce battle with Mosha, and rushed to the seventh level in a short time, and met many monks.

After that, she was temporarily trapped here, and began to meditate every day, realize the Tao, heal her wounds, break through barriers, and so on.

There are more than 30 people on this fairy island, and unless it is because of the heavy injuries that they groan a few times, there is no sound on weekdays, and everyone seems to think that even half a word is a waste.

After only staying in this atmosphere for a few days, Zixia nearly drove herself crazy.

She also understands that resisting the pressure around her is also a test of her heart; she didn't complain, she chose to come here, so naturally she had to persevere until the end.

But when Zixia saw people around her break through the barrier one after another, but she couldn't make a breakthrough for a long time, her Dao heart quickly became a little out of balance.

This is the shortcoming of not having experienced many setbacks, similar to Nezha before the twenty-fifth level.

For the next ten days or so, Zixia was a little restless, and often ran to break through the barriers every time she recovered from her injuries, and forgot the good habit of 'summarizing' that she had always maintained before.

"Yang Jian's disciples are nothing more than that."

Mirage Dragon watched Zixia secretly, and said this regretfully.

At first glance, this little fairy was well protected by Yang Jian. The first few fights were full of flaws. Even if she had good skills, magic weapons, and supernatural powers, she couldn't show much of her strength at all.

Fortunately, she improved quickly later on, with excellent talent and understanding; but the defects of Dao Xin revealed at this time are actually the same problem as the initial situation.

Inexperienced, not enough experience.

Mirage shook his head, feeling a little bored, so he spent more energy on Nezha and Monkey King who were about to break through the top 30 levels.

But after another five or six days, Senior Mirage Dragon frowned, looked at Zixia who was meditating before the fifth pass, and let out a little surprise.

Zixia meditated for too long this time, but her own aura did not change, she did not fall into an epiphany...

"This little girl...is a bit interesting."

Mirage Dragon stroked his beard and laughed, but he didn't mind his misreading, and continued to observe Zixia's actions with great interest.

Zixia is not as easy to go to extremes as Nezha. She began to think about Yang Jian's previous teachings, and remembered the carefree years of practicing on Meishan.

Next, she dedicated three or four days of effort, trying to restrain her urge to break through the barrier, so as to calm her mind again.

Impetuousness and urgency will only make you make wrong decisions.

Master often said that practicing is cultivating the mind. She came here to seek a breakthrough. There is no benefit in comparing with others. Breaking through barriers is just a way to hone oneself, and fighting fiercely is to better grasp the fleeting opportunities.

To be obsessed with fighting is to fall into the inferior position. She came to experience the wonderful realm of Taoism, but she insisted on fighting to the death with the demons brought by these saints.

With a chuckle, Zixia slowly opened her eyes, her own aura fluttered like a breeze, and her whole body seemed to have undergone some kind of transformation.