In the empty Wa Palace, the candlelight flickered, and the slightly hazy candlelight illuminated Nuwa like a peach blossom, which made the country and the city charming.
Li Qingming jumped down from his chair, saluted Nuwa from a distance, and said: "Disciple Qingmingzi, I have met Master Nuwa!"
Nuwa walked past Li Qingming with an expressionless face, and the fluttering gauze brought with it a seductive fragrance.
Li Qingming scratched his head in embarrassment, turned around and followed.
Sitting on the main seat, Nuwa looked at Li Qingming coldly and said, "I don't know why Taoist friend Qingming is here?"
Chen Yuyang smiled faintly and said: "There are only two hundred years left before the five hundred years, and now all the people who can break the tribulation have been found. When the road to heaven opens, there will be a lot of calculations!"
"The road to heaven is broken, and it is you Sanqing and Buddhism who will benefit. I have no disciples and no sect, so what does this road to heaven have to do with me?" Nuwa frowned slightly and said.
"Even if there is no connection between the killings and calamities of heaven and earth, they will be forcibly involved. What's more, my uncle is the Holy Mother of the human race. This calamity must be caused by the human race. How can it have nothing to do with my uncle?" Li Qingming touched it.
Chin said.
"Oh? If you say that, does it count as having something to do with me?" Nuwa chuckled noncommittally and said, "It's just five more saints added to our human race. The more the more, the more!"
"What if one of them was transformed from the five-color sacred stone back then?" Li Qingming said without surprising.
"You mean..." Nuwa stood up with a look of disbelief on her face, and lightly covered her red lips with her white hands: "That five-color sacred stone that was left to mend the sky?"
"That's right!" Li Qingming nodded and said, "He is the sister of Haotian and the second son of Yao Ji, Yang Jian, who made the love between immortals and mortals more than a hundred years ago!"
"Is it him?" Nuwa was stunned, and she calculated in her mind for a long time, but she realized that the world was in chaos at this moment, and it was impossible to calculate at all.
"Yang Jian is now my disciple. He is indeed the reincarnation of the five-color sacred stone. In just a hundred years, he has improved his cultivation to the realm of Taiyi Golden Immortal. He has also practiced the Nine-turn Mysterious Attack to the fourth level!" Li
Qingming's face was full of pride.
Sitting down again, Nuwa said: "What do you want me to do, fellow Qingming Taoist?"
"I, Dongfang, have only four people who can break the tribulation. When the time comes, Xuanhu will definitely take this opportunity to attack. I just want my uncle to help me and say a few words. That's all!" After a pause!
Li Qingming picked up a spiritual fruit on the table in front of him and said hesitantly: "Besides this matter, I have one more thing to ask of Master Nuwa!"
"Do we have to be so at odds with each other?" Nuwa looked at Li Qingming with resentment in her eyes, sighed for a long time and said, "Oh, you say it!"
Li Qingming took a bite of the fruit and smiled awkwardly: "Haha, this! As you know, Yang Jianshang has a sister named Yang Chan. She was only four or five years old at the time, and her wife liked her very much, so she took her
Xiao Yang Chan accepted me as a disciple. Look, hehe..."
Hearing this, Nuwa looked at Li Qingming playfully, snorted coldly and said: "Speaking of which, fellow Taoist Wangshu has robbed my disciples. I haven't even asked you for help from Penglai Island?"
Li Qingming laughed dryly, rubbed his hands and said, "Here, hehe! Master Nuwa, don't be impatient, everything can be discussed easily!"
Nuwa saw a rare expression of embarrassment on Li Qingming's face, and could no longer pretend to be cold and indifferent. She moved lightly, came to Li Qingming's side, gently took Li Qingming's arm, and said: "I
Are you the kind of person who has a small belly? Don't worry, sister Wangshu and I are like sisters, so naturally I won't vent my anger on her."
Li Qingming felt the two soft masses on his arm, his face stiffened, and he twitched out calmly. Only to find that Nuwa was pressing her tightly, but with his quasi-sage cultivation, there was nothing he could do!
"Qingming, you haven't been to my palace for a long time. You must sit here more today!" It was rare for Nuwa to be able to crush him for once, and Nuwa was very proud of her heart.
Li Qingming resisted his impulse and said: "Uh, okay, okay..."
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Two hundred years have passed, and now in Wuzhuang Temple, Yang Jiao and Yang Jian have grown up.
Yang Jiaosheng is tall and tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He is extraordinary in martial arts, and his cultivation has reached the primary stage of Taiyi Xuanxian. The Tiangang Rake method that Tianpeng passed on to him back then was modified by Li Qingming into the Great Zhou Tianxing Rake.
Fa. Trained by the saint himself, coupled with the efforts of the two saints of Wuzhuangguan and Nether Sect, his cultivation has improved rapidly.
And Yang Jian has now grown into a handsome young master, with a handsome and almost enchanting face, and a height of nearly nine feet. Although his body is slightly thin, he has a body comparable to that of an earth witch. In terms of cultivation, he is better than his brother Yang.
Jiao is even better. With his Hunyuan and Qi stick techniques, he is unparalleled in the world.
It is worth mentioning that the iron rod in Yang Jian's hand now is the Dinghai Shenzhen iron left by Dayu when he controlled the floods.
Back then, Yang Jian and Yang Jiao had just broken through to the Golden Immortal Realm. Since they had no weapons, the two brothers worked together and secretly sneaked out of Wuzhuang Temple without telling Zhen Yuanzi, Ming He and Li Qingming, and came to the East China Sea Dragon Palace.
In fact, how did they know that the entire Wanshou Mountain was under the supervision of Zhen Yuanzi's soul? If Li Qingming hadn't asked Zhen Yuanzi to let them go down the mountain, they wouldn't even be able to get out of Wuzhuang Temple.
After arriving at the East China Sea Dragon Palace, the two brothers sneaked into the Dragon Palace's official treasure house, but unintentionally touched the formation, causing a huge commotion.
After several pursuits, he was finally captured by the third prince Ao Bing.
During the fight, Ao Bing recognized Yang Jian's Yuqing Zhenyuan. After careful interrogation, he found out that a flood had washed away the Dragon King Temple, and the whole family could no longer recognize each other.
After Ao Bing informed Ao Guang, the dragon kings of the four seas agreed and picked out a Qinbao and black gold rake from the secret treasury of the West Sea and gave it to Yang Jiao.
This rake is among the lower-grade innate spiritual treasures. The top of the rake has nine teeth, the handle is one foot, three feet and six minutes long, it weighs more than nine thousand nine hundred gold, it can crack gold and crack stones, and its sharpness is unparalleled.
But Yang Jian took away the iron needle that was used by Dayu to stabilize the sea, and now it is the Ruyi Golden Cudgel.
It’s a bit funny to think about it! In his previous life, Sun Wukong, the luminous stone monkey, had to meet the golden cudgel and stir up the East China Sea. Now Yang Jian still cannot escape and follow the cudgel to move around the world.
It’s really time, luck and fate!
On this day, when Yang Jian and Yang Jiao were competing in the backyard of Wuzhuang Temple, Li Qingming sat astride Xiong Da and returned from the chaotic world, even with the strong fragrance of wine and daughter.
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He summoned the two Yang brothers to the middle courtyard. Ming He and Zhen Yuanzi were already waiting in the courtyard early.
Looking at Li Qingming who was slightly drunk, Zhen Yuanzi said: "Fellow Taoist, have we reached an agreement?"
Li Qingming shook his head and said: "It's done, it's done!"
Styx joked: "It's true that everyone gets drunk even if they are not drunk!"
Li Qingming glared at Zhen Yuanzi angrily and said, "You are not ashamed of yourself, but you are still a saint. Be reserved, be more reserved!"
"Okay, stop talking, stop talking! Dalang and Erlang are here!" Ming He smiled teasingly, and saw the Yang brothers trotting from the path behind, sitting upright.
"Yang Jiao has met the two masters and uncle Qingmingzi!"
"Yang Jian has met his master, uncle Zhen Yuanzi, and uncle Minghe!"
Li Qingming nodded slightly and said, "Forgive me!"
The two brothers stood up. Yang Jian glanced at Li Qingming and said, "Master, why did you come to see my brother?"
Li Qingming motioned the two brothers to sit down and said: "Today, my master called you to wait for your brothers to come. I have something to explain. I know that you miss your mother very much. It has been two hundred years and Yao Ji has been punished. You wait.
If you want to rescue Yao Ji, go ahead! Since I promised her and Yang Tianyou a happy life, I will never break my promise!"
The two brothers looked at each other and both looked happy.
Yang Jian leaned over and bowed, saying, "Disciple, thank you, Master, for your success!"
Li Qingming nodded, took out an ax from the storage space, threw it to Yang Jian and said: "Erlang, this ax is called the God's Axe, and it was the weapon used by King Dayu of Xia to control floods. You can use this ax to chop."
Go to Taoshan and save your mother!"
Taking the ax and feeling the majestic power flowing in the ax, Yang Jian felt excited and kowtowed again: "Disciple, thank you Master for this gift!"
"Okay, let's go!" Li Qingming waved his hand and said.
"The disciples are gone!" Yang Jiao and Yang Jian glanced at the three teachers, stepped lightly on the ground, and clouds formed under their feet, carrying the two brothers straight into the sky.
"Dalang, Erlang, as father, I will go with you!"
At this moment, a slightly thick voice came from the front yard of Wuzhuang Temple. What followed was a scholar wearing a blue robe, with a white face and an ethereal aura. It was their father Yang Tianyou.
This Yang Tianyou originally did not have such a good talent for cultivation. But back then, Li Qingming crushed a fake Nine-turn Golden Pill in order to help Tianpeng break through to the quasi-sage.
By chance, Yang Tianyou was also there. The power of the golden elixir was so powerful that even the fine powder helped Yang Tianyou completely cut off his hair and cleanse his marrow.
Over the years, Zhen Yuanzi has also taught Yang Tianyou some cultivation methods, and he has also cultivated to the realm of Xuanxian. In the current land of China, he can be regarded as having the power to protect himself.
"Dad, this trip is dangerous and dangerous, so you'd better not go!" Yang Jian looked bitter as he descended from the sky.
"What? You think I'm a burden and will hold you back?" Yang Tianyou's eyes widened, and a bit of awe-inspiring aura overflowed from his body.
Although it was very light, it was still captured by Li Qingming.
Li Qingming's pupils shrank, and he thought to himself: "The sonorous words, the awe-inspiring righteousness! I didn't expect that this awe-inspiring aura appeared for the first time, but it actually came from Yang Tianyou! Interesting, interesting..."
After pondering for a long time, Li Qingming touched his chin and shouted to Yang Jian: "Erlang, there should be no danger in this trip, so just take him with you!"
"Okay then! Dad, let's go!" Seeing his master speaking, Yang Jian dragged Yang Tianyou up to Xiangyun. The true energy in his body rushed into the sky. (To be continued...)