Peach blossoms on the Kunlun pond

The city of Xiqi is really bustling. That Martial King Ji Fa inherited the Mo Lie of his father and ancestor. He has great talents and general plans. Everyone lives and works in peace and contentment, and everything is in order.

Walking in the streets and alleys, Cun Xin was attracted by the dazzling array of goods.It was already the second day in Xiqi, Tong Tianhua had said that he would visit those famous doctors today and left, but Tianhua was busy with military affairs and couldn't get away, so Cun Xin said that he would go for a walk in the city alone.Huang Tianhua thought that Xiqi was not on the road and did not close the door at night, so he did not send anyone to accompany him, and only told Cun Xin to go back early.

There is a small shop on the corner of the street. Looking from the door, there are countless cloths on the shelves inside. The colorful colors are really beautiful. Cun Xin thought, seeing what the master said, Yang Jian will also be sent here to assist King Wu in the near future. Skills must be used to fight the enemy. When the time comes, the armor and cloak should be wrapped, and even the inner and outer clothes must be prepared, so Cun Xin has been paying attention to clothing materials recently.

She walked in slowly, gently twisting each piece of fabric with her hands.Some are too soft to withstand grinding, and some are too rough to stand up to such a delicate Yang Jian.Cun Xin suddenly remembered the night before going down the mountain, in the thatched hut, Yang Jian's starry eyes were half-closed, his heart skipped a beat, and his face was already red.

"Little lady," the owner of the cloth shop greeted him with a smile, "Are you choosing clothes for Mrs. Xiang?" Cun Xin was startled, almost jumped away, and hurriedly said: "Ah! Ah, no, he is not... ...uh, are there any clothes for men?"

The boss was not surprised, and there seemed to be an invariable smile on Yuanyuan's face: "What you saw just now are all the best materials in our shop. Like this piece of Ning silk, many wives and wives like to buy it for their husband-in-law. .”

"Ning silk can't help being dyed, it's washed with other clothes, but the original color won't be visible after a few times." Cun Xin touched the silk and said. "At first glance, the young lady is someone who knows the goods, but my husband wants to join the army?" The boss's round face glowed red, and the wrinkles were not clearly reflected.

Cun Xin blushed, and said "yes" indiscriminately. "Then you are here," the boss moved his hands inwardly, "we have just arrived in the shop with a few suras, lined under the armor, they are comfortable, breathable, and not afraid of wear, but they haven't had time to move them to the shelves." He said. Looking at Cun Xin's face, he said: "If you don't mind, little lady, come with me to have a look inside?" Cun Xin nodded, followed the boss into the back hall.

Yang Jian stood alone by the edge of the cold pool, his brows were tightly furrowed, his resolute face was shrouded in the sparse moonlight, and the expression on his face could hardly be seen clearly.He seemed to have just waded through the water, the toes of his robe were slightly damp, and the tops of his green forged boots were even stained.

There was the sound of hurried footsteps in the forest, and Xiuzhu stepped on the bamboo leaves with one deep foot and one shallow foot. He saw Yang Jian at a glance, staggered a few steps to catch up, and said out of breath, "Senior brother Yang, I have been looking for you everywhere. But you are here. Come with me..." She grabbed Yang Jian's sleeve and turned around, only to find that the people behind her hadn't moved, and couldn't help becoming more irritable, "Senior brother Yang, Tianhua reported back to the mountain in the afternoon, My sister was poisoned in Xiqi, and now she is unconscious, what are you waiting for, come and see her!"

Yang Jian flicked away Xiu Zhu's hand, and said lightly: "I already know."

Xiu Zhu was stunned, she thought Yang Jian would turn pale with shock, or at least be anxious, but she didn't expect him to be so calm.The clam girl paused and said, "Senior brother Yang, since you already knew, why are you still wandering on the mountain? My sister's life is in danger now, if you don't hurry up, I'm afraid..."

Yang Jian turned sideways, and his tone was as cold as ice: "Nezha was trapped by the four generals of the Demon family. Tianzun ordered me to go down the mountain to Xiqi immediately to help Master Jiang." Xiuzhu hurriedly said: "That's just right, my sister is in Wu Prince Cheng's Mansion, I'll be with you..." Yang Jian glanced at her, his voice suddenly became hoarse: "Cun Xin is not in Prince Wucheng's Mansion, Prime Minister Jiang has sent someone to send her back to Xihai."

"Not in Xiqi? Then..." Xiuzhu hesitated, her sister was poisoned, Jiang Shang didn't send her back to Kunlun for treatment, but why did she send her back to Xihai?She raised her eyes to look at Yang Jian, and saw that his face was expressionless and calm, and she became more and more puzzled, "Senior Brother Yang, since you already know that my sister has returned to Xihai, then the poison on her body..."

"Master Cihang has rushed over to treat him, it's okay." Yang Jian took a deep breath, turned around with great difficulty, and walked deep into the bamboo forest.Xiu Zhu was stunned, the man in front of her seemed to be a different person, if it wasn't for the emergency, she really wanted to hold Yang Jian's shoulders to see if someone had pretended to be the cheerful and amiable Senior Brother Yang.

Yang Jian walked two feet away, only to hear Xiuzhu's sharp voice piercing through layers of bamboo forest and piercing his eardrums: "Yang Jian! How does my sister treat you on weekdays? Now her life or death is uncertain, and you are not moved, so why do you want to help?" Zha?" When he was about to scold, Yang Jian stopped abruptly, just when Xiu Zhu thought he was going to turn around, suddenly a gust of wind blew up, and Yang Jian had turned into golden light and left.

Here Xiuzhu is full of grief and anger, no matter whether Yang Jian goes to Xihai or not, she must rush there now.It's impossible to have no one to take care of my sister.Just as she took a step forward, she suddenly felt a pain in the back of her neck, and then fell straight to the ground.

Yang Jian withdrew his hand, looked at Xiu Zhu who was lying on the ground, his face was full of troubles, but his heart was churning endlessly like a storm.

The night before yesterday, Master Yuding summoned Yang Jian to the inner room and handed him a small silk scroll with two lines of poems on it: "Cultivate into □□ Xuan Zhongmiao, let you live freely in the world".

Even though he knew that this day would come, Yang Jian's heart was still shaken, he quickly knelt down, put the silk scroll on top of his head with both hands, and put it in his arms solemnly.Master Yuding stared at Yang Jian with infinite emotion, and said, "You are here to help Zhou Fashang. Naturally, you will succeed in no time. Just be careful if you are too sharp, and you will be destroyed if you are careful."

Yang Jian's heart skipped a beat, and he remembered the words that Daoist Taiyi accidentally revealed on the day when Nezha cultivated into the incarnation of lotus root, so he cupped his hands and asked, "Master, I heard from my master that the three religions jointly decided on the list of gods. Shouldn't the disciples work together to move forward?"

The real person pondered for a while, and finally heaved a long sigh: "Fool! There are 360 ​​people who are famous on the list of gods, and those who can become saints in the flesh are rare." The question that has been puzzled for a long time finally has an answer, but Yang Jian has no Joy, hurriedly asked: "Then Huang Tianhua, Wei Hu, Lei Zhenzi, and Cun Xin..."

The real person lowered his eyes, and his expression was blurred for a while: "Everyone has a destiny, which cannot be forced by manpower. It turns out...your mother Yaoji saved me from fire and water 300 years ago. I accept you as an apprentice, but I don't want to in my heart."

Yang Jian's eyelids trembled. He had never heard the master mention that he and his mother were old acquaintances, and he couldn't understand why the mother was kind to the master, but the master refused to accept him as a disciple.Suddenly a thought flashed through my mind: "Master, Master Taiyi once said that Nezha was born to commit [-] murders, and he has to reshape his dharma body as a human being in order to wash away his hostility. ..."

"It's not you who are killed." Master Yuding said slowly, "It has been nearly a thousand years since I opened the altar and taught the Dharma. Anyone who cultivates the Tao, even if the three flowers gather on the top, has to go through the catastrophe every thousand years. .”

In the blink of an eye, Yang Jian suddenly realized, and suddenly raised his head to look at Master Yuding: "You mean, we apprentices are substitutes for the masters to cross the catastrophe!"

Master Yuding looked at Yang Jian, and said yes with difficulty.

There seemed to be boundless waves surging in Yang Jian's chest, so agitated that even his voice began to tremble: "So, that is to say, the master knew from the beginning that my parents were in trouble, and asked you to wait for my brothers and sisters in the earth temple. The only thing I want is for you to accept me as an apprentice, use my body as a demigod to learn the Nine-Turn Mysterious Art that ordinary people cannot practice, and come to help explain the teachings and overcome the calamity!"

Yang Jian's face was pale without a trace of blood, and the sharp eyes made Master Yuding dare not look directly into his eyes.When the silence passed, he had calmed down, and said coldly: "Or, even the tragic death of my parents and elder brother was planned by the master..." He paused every word, and Master Yuding only felt that every The words seemed to be as heavy as a thousand weights, hitting my heart with a hammer.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Jian suddenly knelt down solemnly, slowly and meticulously, and bowed three times to Master Yuding.The real person was shocked, and when he reached out to help, Yang Jian had already disappeared into the void.

The top of Kunlun, Yuxu Palace.

Yang Jian prostrated himself on the ground, amidst the clouds of fragrant flowers, a person sat on the lotus platform, dressed in the gossip purple ribbon fairy clothes, with a majestic treasure appearance, and Qingyun Wanzhang on the top, it was Yuanshi Tianzun.

Yang Jian lowered his head and stared at the purple jade floor tiles in front of him, feeling that the huge main hall of Yuxu Palace was suddenly surprisingly cold today.

"Master, this disciple has obeyed his master's order today and is going down the mountain immediately. Now there is something unclear, so I come here to ask for advice." Yang Jian's voice disappeared in the empty palace as soon as he spoke.

"I don't understand anything, but it's okay to talk about it."

"Disciple, I heard someone mention the Conferred God Platform the day before yesterday, but I don't know where it is?"

"...It's not time to spread this matter, just wait a moment, and you will understand it in the future."

"Thank you Tianzun!" Yang Jian suddenly shouted sharply, and this sound shook Qingluan and Jiulong under the throne of Tianzun to fight a cold war at the same time.

The high-ranking person suddenly opened his eyes, stared at Yang Jianyi, and then slowly closed his eyes: "You have already cultivated Xuan Gong, what do you want? You must know that people are not enough, and disasters will never follow."

Yang Jian kowtowed: "I didn't ask for anything. It's just Tianzun. I don't know if it's enough to block the killing for the whole Chanjiao with just one Nezha who has lost his murderous nature." Yang Jian's voice was as calm as a child who just woke up, It seemed that the person who drank violently just now was not himself.

"..."

Yang Jian stood up, walked to the clumps of cypress flowers beside the sweet-scented osmanthus, reached out and picked one off, the petals were still covered with dew, trembling, timid, and suddenly a cluster of blue flames burst from the root to the tip, Instantly turned into light smoke.

Tianzun didn't answer, just flicked his fingers, and the lotus pond under the seat suddenly released five-colored mysterious light, and the sky was filled with rain in a flash, and the fragrance was strong. "Yang Jian, do you think that without you, this seat can't do anything?"

"Tianzun's natural mana is boundless, it's just that you have worked hard for more than a hundred years, and now you go to find a demigod and half man, destroy his parents and family, break his brother's care, put his only guardian in the Nuwa Palace, and then pass on Is it too late to send down the mountain to help Zhou conquer merchants and eradicate dissidents with the profound kung fu that no one has practiced for hundreds of years?" Yang Jian smiled, blowing off the embers in his hand, and quietly looked at the man sitting on the seat. people.

The phoenix eyes of the person in the seat opened slightly, and the light in his eyes flashed away: "Yang Jian, don't you want to save your mother?"

Mother is still alive!Yang Jian's breathing was stagnant, and he couldn't tell whether it was joy or worry.Only the person on the seat said leisurely: "Thirty miles south of Kunlun, there is a peach mountain, ten thousand ren high and a thousand xun wide, and Fairy Yaoji is pressing on the lotus platform at the bottom of the mountain."

"This Peach Mountain is shaped by the rules of the sky. If you want to split the mountain to save your mother, you must use the Pangu God's Axe, which opened up the world. And this God's Axe..." He squinted his eyes and looked slightly at Yang Jian, who was standing proudly at the bottom of the steps.This person has the talent of ice and snow, and the ambition of a rock, but it's a pity...

Yang Jian's forehead was throbbing with blue veins, and his lips were tightly pressed into a straight line.After thinking for a moment, he broke his face and smiled: "Tianzun, more than half of the five righteous gods in 360 are puppets who cut off religion, so they are sent to the heavenly court. The Haotian God is really happy, and he can gain the power of the sky without any effort!" The word "Tongtian" is clearly bitten, and the voice is clanging, like the sound of gold and stone.

The snow-white thick eyebrows of the person above frowned slightly, and the muscles on the side of his cheeks trembled undetectably.The blue waves in the lotus pond under the seat suddenly turned into a sea of ​​blood, and a pool of lotus flowers withered like dead ashes in an instant.

"Tianzun," Yang Jian smiled, "Giving up a dragon girl, in exchange for Yang Jian's efforts for hundreds of generations, he will get a lot of money."

Dead silence.

In the early morning of the next day, all the white crane boys from Yuxu Palace came out, passing on the decree of Tianzun, saying, "Yang Jian, a disciple of Yuding Zhenren, is cautious in his bow, and has outstanding Taoism. He is bestowed the title 'Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun', and he will go down the mountain to Xiqi today. , to assist Jiang Shang in cutting down merchants."