[Bao Lian Lantern Heart] Lu Yao Returns to Dream

I was startled, but there was no room for them to intervene at this moment, so I had to pretend to be dumb.

The eldest princess comforted the second princess who was sobbing softly, her own eyes were flushed, and she thought that the current situation was not all related to Yang Jian. Stepping on someone else's sad place to add insult to injury, I had no choice but to grit my teeth and bear it back without making a sound.

"This method..." The Dragon King slowly shook his head, "The True Monarch is different from Cun Xin, Cun Xin is insignificant to the Black Lotus Sect, and he is still considered a figure in the Three Realms. You are a powerful general of the Heavenly Court, and they are at odds with the Black Lotus Sect, they wish to take the real king's life to sacrifice the banner. No matter how difficult our West Sea is, we can't exchange the lives of others for our own, there is no such reason."

"The words of the Dragon King are not good enough." Yang Jian said his words like gold.

"Little Sage Erlang, my old grandson heard from the enemy camp that Wutian has a magic that can block the primordial spirit. Even if you have been able to go to the sky and enter the earth, you will not be able to use any mana at that time. What if the demon girl will also This sorcery will definitely restrain you, you have to think about it!"

Yang Jian went through the prominent figures of the Black Lotus School in his mind, and only Ying Yao and Jing Li were more mysterious. Among the other leaders, Feng Yunyao was considered the most outstanding, but no matter how powerful he was, he was nothing more than a mortal, and said: "Yang Jian became a saint in the flesh, possessing profound kung fu, so it is not so easy to die."

Ao Moang frowned and said: "No matter who it is, what if we go up to Lingjiu Mountain with them? Cun Xin's situation is not right now, I'm afraid she won't cooperate with us to escape together."

"Everyone, be safe and don't be impatient. Now the time has come. If we want to break the game, he has to." Ao Lie clasped his hands together, as if he was alone in the world, and his clear and quiet eyes fell on Yang Jian.

Pounce on the claws

"My sister's zhenqi has been mixed with the devil's breath, which is very troublesome, but judging from my sister's state just now, the devil's breath has concentrated into the Yuansi heart. Although the situation is more dangerous, it is easier to deal with from the perspective of treatment. "

Yang Jian has a solid foundation in Taoism, but he doesn't know much about the methods of Buddhist exercises. He carefully read Pin Aolie's judgment, and cast an open-minded look asking for advice.

"The predestined mind is different from the fleshy heart in the body. This heart is connected to the heart of the eight consciousnesses, which is similar to the sea of ​​consciousness in Taoist cultivation. Fortunately, my sister is protected by the golden elixir of my Buddha Tathagata, who has preserved a trace of precious energy to dispel evil spirits." Room." Speaking of the essence of Buddhism, Ao Lie looked respectful, and he did not forget to convert some difficult terms into common sayings, "If you want to enter the mind with your mind, you have to use a bridge. The details are complicated. I I don’t dare to talk nonsense, the only way I know is that the true king is suitable. The so-called "sincerity and sincerity make gold and stone open", if there is a love root between the two people, it will not be difficult to realize the mutual understanding of fate and heart."

The following points are much more difficult to explain than simple concepts, and time is limited, so Ao Lie can only use the scope of internal martial arts to compare back and forth to explain.

"There is no need to mention the method that the Bodhisattva said." Yang Jian suddenly interrupted Ao Lie's scrambling teaching in a deep voice, with an indistinct expression on his face, "The root of love and so on. that."

The people who had been discussing in secret because of the unfathomable Dharma fell silent, and looked at this man who had just proposed in public not long ago—his face was too serious, and he said a contradictory sarcastic remark Come out, it's not like a joke at all.

Could it be that he talks about marriage as a trifling matter, and just shakes it out when he likes it?

Yang Jian seemed to be staring at the burning people in the room, "Listen to the meaning of the Bodhisattva, there is no other way? Now that the mountains and rivers have recovered, Yang Jian will take a step first, at worst, I will wrong Cun Xin temporarily and tie her out."

"Zhenjun stay behind!" Ao Lie chased out of the banquet hall, and floated in front of Yang Jian. He really didn't understand what nonsense Yang Jian said about "having no roots of love". Saha Valley, don’t you still…”

Yang Jian's Adam's apple twitched, not knowing where to start to explain.Even if he didn't know that he had exhausted his love for 2000 years in Meng Pozhuang, the heartache that he hadn't had in the past year was enough for him to secretly detect something wrong.

After listening to the whole story, Ao Lie breathed a sigh of relief, "It turns out that because of this... the old man under the moon mentioned by Zhenjun has not interacted with the outside world for about a while, so he doesn't know about certain changes."

Yang Jian heard that there was a turning point in Ao Lie's words, and his dim eyes brightened slightly, "Why, what he said is not right?"

"The Kun bowl in Po Meng's hand has lost the ability to carry mountains and swallow seas. It is just an ordinary pottery bowl. The blood that Zhenjun consumed at that time was only what the naked eye could see. Speaking of the Qiankun Bowl that covered Mount Hua back then, the so-called 'Qiankun Bowl' is actually called a 'Dry Bowl', which is a pair with the Kunbo Bowl. After Chen Xiang splits the dry bowl, the Kunbo Bowl is useless." Ao Lie paused Dun, I feel that the rest of the words are not easy to say, but now time is tight, so I don't care about anything, "As for the heartache that has plagued Zhenjun for many years has eased, it may be because of the long-term lovesickness that has been relieved."

Yang Jian nodded slightly to express his understanding, then lowered his voice and said, "Yang Jian still has one thing he can't figure out."

"True Lord, please tell me."

"Every word and deed of the Bodhisattva this day is obviously calculated." Yang Jian bluntly used "calculation", a word that seems to have nothing to do with the elegant Ao Lie, "Why do you take it for granted? , I will agree to go deep into the thief's den as bait instead of you?"

Ao Lie smiled slightly, and his expression was like a Buddha holding a flower and smiling at all living beings, "No one can judge people's hearts, but throughout the ages, there have been so many gamblers flying moths to the flame for one goal, just like the real king who doesn't know how to go this time. Whether I can come back alive, I am still willing to give it a try.”

"It seems that the Bodhisattva's plan is far more than what is happening today."

Hearing someone approaching behind him suddenly, when Ao Lie looked back, he immediately bowed his head and folded his hands together, called "Mother Queen", and then backed away tactfully.

Under the high wall of the Baibei relief, Lady Yongya had a brief conversation with Erlang Zhenjun, and Ao Moang, who had just explained the plan to Monkey King, hurried over.

"Zhenjun, there is no problem with Shengfo. Except for the first part of the arrangement, the rest will be done according to the original plan, okay? How many days does Zhenjun need? Let's go to ambush in advance and wait for Zhenjun's signal."

I saw Yang Jian flipped his wrist, the blue glow flowed, and the lacquer fracture fan transformed into a tall and handsome dragon monster.

"Three-headed Jiao, you share my spiritual sense, so you can pass on news to the eldest prince on my behalf. From now on, you will stay in Xihai and listen to the eldest prince's orders."

Seeing that Yang Jian was going to walk with bare hands, Ao Moang's heart skipped a beat, and then he thought that even if he arrived at Lingjiu Mountain, Feng Yunyao would definitely not allow the three-headed dragon to give wings to Yang Jian's tiger, not to mention that there was nothing else that would work. He quickly clapped his hands in response: "I dare not do it."

At the head of the big event, the three dragons quickly said "yes", already deeply understanding the essence of the heavy responsibility on their shoulders: dare I be a living letter sending and receiving station?

"You don't have to follow me, the eldest prince, lest Feng Yunyao will ask for a lot of money when he sees the people from Xihai. When the people from the Black Lotus Sect withdraw, the eldest prince will go and bring back the Hailong soldiers over there." Yang Jian raised his hand to stop his mouth Ao Moang, who wanted to speak, said, "Today, retreat is the way to advance. See you at Lingshan tomorrow."

Ao Moang understood the calmness in Yang Jian's eyes at a glance, and he stood still and did not let go. He clasped his fists and said: "The real king can bend and stretch, Xiaolong has been taught. Take care!"

When Yang Jian rushed back to the front of the two armies alone, Feng Yunyao, who should have been waiting impatiently for the first time, did not move, but was actually stumbled by a boy in coarse clothes.

The young man was tall and straight, with a handsome face, and his expression revealed a raging hatred. On his right hand, a small carved ax was glowing red and golden, ready to go.

Feng Yunyao compared a dagger to Ao Cunxin's neck veins, and her tone contained cautious probing: "You were originally with us, why are you still unwilling to leave the decaying heaven and turn to the light?"

Chen Xiang just wanted to sneer: You sons of bitches, why didn't you say you were with me when you hurt my mother?

"I, Liu Chenxiang, have never taken orders from the Heavenly Court, so I can't talk about 'leaving'."

The boy's blade-like eyes suddenly eased, and his eyes fell behind Feng Yunyao.

Feng Yunyao turned around abruptly, and saw Yang Jian standing in front of the sea dragon formation with his hands folded like never before, just looking at her leisurely.She didn't expect that Yang Jian would appear in Xihai at this time, let alone that he would silently show a close relationship with Xihai.

This was the first time she met Yang Jian face to face after she grew up. It was not in a chaotic army battle, nor was she plotting behind her back, but she looked straight at him.That person is no different from the one he saw when he was a child, and even the expression on his face is the same aloof and clean, as if the years can't leave a trace on him at all.

It was not until today that she dared to look directly at his pair of star-like eyes. They were a pair of eyes that were similar to Wutian but completely different. What was contained in those eyes was not a submissive evil spirit, but a kind of coldness. And gentle compassion.She had an illusion in a trance, as if the hatred that had been stored in her heart for so many years was not as hot as she imagined, as if she shouldn't pursue revenge on a person with such eyes.

"Zhenjun Erlang is here, what do you mean?" Feng Yunyao opened her mouth first, tightened her hand holding the dagger, and pressed the edge of the knife against Ao Cunxin's neck veins not too far away, to prepare herself for the situation of the front and back attack. Set your mind at ease.

While Feng Yunyao was looking at Yang Jian, Yang Jian was also looking at her.

This little girl is almost the same as the Queen Mother who sat high in the fairyland more than ten years ago.