Chapter 300: The origin of iron

Year after year, day after day, she was on this riverside quietly waiting for something, waiting for something.
The Great Virtue Houtu, incarnates six ways to save the primordial souls, but gives up the immeasurable merits of sanctification...
Such a legend is actually not so high, nor so remote.
Of course, there are not many people who can see her.
Only, Hou Tu had a kind of inexplicable intimacy with Yang Jian that Yang Jian could not tell, and seeing Yang Jian again, her eyes brightened a lot, and she walked from the riverside with a smile.
"You're here?"
"Yeah," Yang Jian suddenly didn't know what to say, his usually fast-turning mind was suddenly lazy.
There is the idea of ​​wanting to accompany her more here, sitting by the river and telling her about the interesting things that happened in the prehistoric times, and then asking her about the unforgettable people and things in the ancient times.
She looked like a fairy walking out of some flowers, pure and clean without any dirt, and she circled Yang Jian, carrying her hands on her back, and nodding her head constantly.
"It's only five hundred years, and the cultivation base has grown so quickly. There must be quite a lot of chances. Huh? You have been with a red thread. Which girl do you want to marry?"
"The Dragon King's daughter is the daughter of Ancestral Dragon, who has only been born in recent years," Yang Jian answered calmly.
It seems to be showing off to Hou Tu, and it seems to be reporting to the elders who are very close to him.
Houtu nodded in satisfaction, reached out his hand to help Yang Jian tidy down his collar, stepped back two steps, suddenly frowned, and sighed slightly.
"You actually went down this road."
She raised her hand, and something flew out of the black turtle belt, it was the iron medal.
Houtu gently rubbed his fingers on the iron plate and asked Yang Jian, "Did your master give it to you?"
"No, I got this from the Xuanyuan Tomb in Luzhou, Beiju. I got the benefits left by the mysterious turtle, and I also got this." Yang Jian roughly described the situation at the time, after Hou Tu's gesture, Relaxed and sat on the ground.
He almost forgot about Nuwa's agreement, and the master's injury was not anxious for this moment.
Yang Jian always wanted to accompany her more, because there was such a longing in her eyes.
After listening to the process before and after Yang Jian got the iron medal, Houtu nodded gently, "Nine...Why are you the ninth..."
"Are there eight in front?" Yang Jian said casually, "Where did all the eight go? Are they dead?"
As soon as the word of death came out, Yang Jian's mouth was held by Houtu's fingers, and Houtu whispered, "Don't talk nonsense, beware that it will come true. Do you want to know about this iron brand?"
"Yeah," Yang Jian nodded, "I always feel that this seems to have a bearing on my future life and death."
"It's not just about you, but also about the entire prehistoric land," Houtu exchanged the iron medal for Yang Jian. "I don't know it, but I heard it from my brother in ancient times that there are a group of masters who want to go against the sky. They settled on a strategy."
"Calculate?"
"No, it's a strategy, not a calculation," Houtu tapped her finger lightly, and a few butterflies flew around her fingertips gently.
Smooth skin, flawless curves, almost perfect profile... Yang Jian looked at the picture scroll close at hand, feeling a little intoxicated.
The voice of Houtu was light and ethereal, slowly speaking: "You should know that the dividing point between ancient and ancient times is the three sermons of the Zixiao Palace. After the second sermon, six saints were born between heaven and earth. In a hundred years, six saints became holy one after another."
"Yeah," Yang Jian nodded gently.
"Although these six saints are true saints, they rely on the merits of heaven to become holy, and they are shackled by heaven." Houtu said, "they have the power of saints and the magical powers of destroying heaven and earth, but Imprisoned by the heavens in this small world. If they leave this world, their sages will be unable to use their magical powers."
Yang Jian was stunned, "There is still such a statement?"
"So, they are not true saints, they can only be saints. People, standing between heaven and earth, cannot go beyond heaven and earth."
Yang Jian was indeed surprised.
Hou Tu said that he would not be deceived, and those high above saints actually have so many flaws.
Houtu sighed again: "But the six of them dominate everything between heaven and earth, including heaven."
"What does that have to do with this brand?"
"Some people are not reconciled," Houtu fingered lightly, and a picture appeared on the water. "Among the six saints, some of them were not reconciled. They wanted to see what the real holy path should look like, so they used Own mana and supernatural powers set this strategy."
The saint is not reconciled?
Is this iron medal of yours made by a saint?
Yang Jian hesitated a bit, always feeling that he had touched something secret that he shouldn't have touched at this time.
"Specifically, what is the strategy?"
"Choose nine ascetics who have the best chance to prove the Tao, train them, give them luck and opportunity, and let them attack the real holy realm. I remember that the first one selected was Kunpeng from Beihai. "
Yang Jian stared.
Hou Tu seemed to know why Yang Jian was shocked, and said: "Kun Peng was indeed the most promising innate soul to prove Dao with strength, but it is a pity that it can't work either. It has escaped into chaos and disappeared. I don't know whether it is dead or alive. ."
Yang Jian only felt a little dry mouth, "Then, who else is there?"
"I don't know about the others. When Kun Peng left, I was already here."
Yang Jian nodded and sat there thinking for a long time.
I heard the name of Kun Peng again.
Demon Master Kunpeng, he had promised Xuanyuan Huangdi, and if he had the strength to fight Kunpeng in the future, he would go to Kunpeng to fight.
Kunpeng also has one such iron medal with a big "One" written on it?
Who is "two"? Who is so two?
Houtu said more: "If you want to know who the other candidates are, you might as well ask your master. Senior Brother Yuanshi seemed to be involved in it."
"Yeah," Yang Jian nodded, burying the matter in his heart.
Sanctification...
He was expected by the saint to prove the Tao with strength...
I also remembered that Kong Xuan said that ‘the ninth one can do anything’. Does the saint master give him extra care?
"Niang, how is Liuya?"
Hou Tu blinked: "Isn't she right in front of you?"
Yang Jian was suddenly surprised and didn't know what to say.
I have told myself so much, it is definitely the deity of Houtu Empress, right? Did Liu Ya and Houtu become one?
That's right, Liu Ya is her Taoist fruit, the two are originally one.
"I won't be joking with you, look over there," Houtu pointed to the upper reaches of the river, and a jade coffin floated on the river, almost in front of them.
Houtu gently led with his left hand, and the lid of the jade coffin opened, and a twelve or three-year-old girl slowly floated up, closed her eyes, and slept peacefully.
Isn't this girl Liu Ya who has grown up? The lips are red and the teeth are white, and the skin is jade. It is the age of cardamom, but the figure is already exquisite.
"Is it not enough luck?" Yang Jian had already begun to roll his sleeves.
"Enough, not too much," Houtu said, "Next, she only needs to practice slowly and she can grow on her own."
Yang Jian hesitated for a while, still took out the golden charm, and talked about the agreement between Nuwa and himself.
At the same time, the girl who was also wearing a white dress fell to Yang Jian's side, lying in the bushes of small white flowers and continued to sleep.
"Although Nuwa and I were rivals, they are also my few friends. The matter you said was made by me and her a long time ago." Houtu smiled, "Your master's injury, perhaps also Only Nuwa can cure it. She has an immature chaotic green lotus seed, which has turned into a twenty-fourth-grade reincarnation purple jade lotus platform. If you let your master sit on it, it will take some time, no matter how serious the road is hurt It can be cured by itself."
"what?"
When Yang Jian heard this, instead of being happy, he stood up in shock.
Chaos Qinglian, Hongmeng's No. 1 treasure, needless to say.
And an immature chaotic green lotus seed, it is comparable to the innate treasure, not to mention the 24th grade reincarnation purple jade lotus platform, this is the innate treasure!
Why should Nuwa lend such treasures to her master?
If it were not for the Dao Guo of Houtu Empress, then there must be even greater conditions waiting for him.
Yes, take Liuya over by herself, and Nuwa will only tell herself how to cure Master’s injury...
Mindful of this, Yang Jian smiled bitterly: "Niang Niang, you said, the saint Niang Niang will let me do something that will lend us the reincarnation Purple Jade Lotus Terrace?"
"I can't guess it~EbookFREE.me~ Houtu said strangely: "Did she not tell you? "
"No...no, let's take a step and look at it. Master's injury seems to be quite serious. It is always good to have some hope."
Although Yang Jian said so, he thought in his heart whether he would go to the Nuwa Palace to play a rogue.
Hou Tu asked if something was wrong: "Are you anxious to go back?"
Yang Jian wanted to say ‘not in a hurry’, but he couldn’t say what he said...
"It's okay, I can see and hear everything Liuya sees and hears here," Hou Tu Kuankuan got up and stretched out a hand to Yang Jian's face.
Yang Jian's heart was touched, closed his eyes, and let his little cold hand touch his cheek.
This has nothing to do with it, it's just that she is reluctant to give up.
"I will send you back to the world. After half a month, go to the Nether Stream on the bottom of the North Sea to pick up Liuya. She cannot be born directly, she needs an introduction.
"What do you prepare with me?"
"Women's clothing, when she wakes up, she won't have half mana on her body."
Yang Jian nodded lightly, opened his eyes and wanted to look at Houtu again, but his eyes were full of colorful clouds.
Houtu's breathing seemed to be still on his face, and his voice was still in his ears, but Yang Jian felt a pulling force and slowly pulled him into the air.
"Manny..."
"You don't call me like this in your heart. Next time you see me, call me the name you want."
What is shouting in my heart?
Yang Jian was taken aback for a moment, the light and shadow in front of him suddenly changed, and he heard a buzzing sound, as if he had passed through an invisible portal.
Returning to his senses, he was already standing on a mountain peak with an abyss at his feet.
came back?
Yang Jian looked at the golden talisman in his hand, looked up at the scorching sun above his head, and did not move for a long time.
Seriously, like a dream...