Chapter 138: Lingzhuzi enters Chentangguan

Let's not mention that Yang Jian opened a lecture hall for his sister in a secular inn, and did not mention Lingzhu meditating on the cloud, but secretly observes the world with his spiritual knowledge.
Besides, Wang Mo was frightened by Yang Jian, and he evacuated directly into Beiju Luzhou, seeking a secret to repair his own soul wound.
His magical power of "killing the shadow of the gods" was originally a very depletion of the power of the soul. He desperately used this magical power on that day to kill Yang Jian and avenge his dead child.
But Wang Mo never expected that Yang Jian would use such magical powers at the moment of his death...
Sky Eye?
No, that's not right, the supernatural power of the eyes that Wang Mo knows is definitely not so scary!
During the day and night of Wang Mo, as long as he closes his eyes, a section of terrible pictures will appear in his heart, and the soul seems to be being eaten away by that brilliance.
Every time he meditated, he would wake up in cold sweat for a while, his apple trembling, and his heart throbbing.
"This Yang Jian, could it be the reincarnation of some ancient power?"
Wang Mo gasped heavily, gritted his teeth and cursed Yang Jian, but he still didn't notice the strangeness of this matter.
And on Wang Devil’s body, a gloomy aura entangled all over the body, and this king demon was also unable to notice... Not only the king demon, even if it was changed to another Sanjiao disciple, if it was entangled with this gloomy breath, it would be I don't know it.
This is the breath of Jieyun.
Being entangled, is destined to go through a catastrophe, life and death have their own skills.
After Wang Mo hid for a day and night, he barely repaired the Killing God Shadow completely. Although his own soul power was consumed, it did not damage his combat power.
He left that secret place, concealed his aura, and once again fled towards Nanfangbuzhou.
Three thousand miles away from Nanfang Buzhou, Wang Mo suddenly felt a few fierce auras echoing outside the robbery cloud. He knew that it should be the power of interpretation and teaching, so he didn't dare to force it, so he could only stop.
What to do
Wang Mo was thinking of hatred in his heart, this hatred was blocked twice, and turned into a fire.
He hesitated for a moment, his figure flew towards the southeast, he was going back to Jiulong Island to summon the brothers, and then he came to Yang Jian and explained an explanation!
"Yang Jian, you wait for me!"
Before Wang Mo's figure disappeared, a roar was left between heaven and earth. Soon after Wang Mo escaped, three figures broke through the road and appeared on the shore of the East China Sea.
These are the three Taoists with crowns, not the twelve golden immortals, but they are ordered by the big brother Guangchengzi to stop the king demon.
One person said: "The King Demon went to the East China Sea, and he should have turned from the East China Sea to the south to move the teaching staff."
"I still need to be cautious. If the cut-off is strong, I will immediately inform the senior brother."
"Yes, I can't easily enter the robbery cloud, and I am afraid that the others will also be taught. I still have to find Master Yang Jian as soon as possible and try to protect him back to the Yuxu Palace."
The three Taoist leaders combined like this, and naturally there will be a decision.
I made a little arrangement here, and continued to return to the original place, lurking among the clouds and mist, waiting quietly.
They are also constantly sending out segments of divine thoughts towards the robbery cloud. If Yang Jian and the others can capture the shadow of these divine minds, they can know that the three of them are responding outside the robbery cloud.
In fact, Ling Zhuzi had received a spiritual thought long ago, and was not happy, but rather disappointed.
According to what he thought, Yang Jian was the leader of the three generations of elucidation and education, and his importance was self-evident. But he didn't expect that Yuxu Palace had only sent a few unfamiliar uncles to rescue...
Ling Zhuzi was a little depressed, so he got down on the cloud, wanting to tell Yang Jian the news.
Yang Jian's long explanation nearly an hour earlier has made Yang Xiaochan somewhat relieved of what she had seen before; Yang Xiaochan is now learning and selling now, dragging Chu Qian and Ao Xinke to the next room.
Ling Zhuzi complained: "Could it be that the uncle Yuding doesn't show magical powers on weekdays, so those uncles tend to be slower than you?"
"That's not the case. As the so-called soldiers are against soldiers, and generals are against generals, the three uncles came to stop the King Demon, but what happened." Yang Jian tapped his fingers on the table a few times and smiled: "The strange thing about this matter. Several uncles who are sitting in Yuxu Palace must be able to see it at a glance. They are inconvenient to show up, and they must be secretly waiting for someone to teach."
"Just kill the king demon directly?" Ling Zhuzi sighed.
"Why is it so simple?" Yang Jian laughed, "You should also think more about it. There are more calculations in the world, and the world is like a chessboard. You and I should plan more, just for the last jump and jump out of this chess game. ."
"It's not easy," Ling Zhuzi shrugged, "I don't like to think about these twists and turns, aren't you brother? Just take care of me more!"
Yang Jian was speechless for a while, and also speechless.
Ling Zhuzi asked how Yang Jian was recovering. Yang Jian groaned and set off again after three days.
This place is closer to Central China, but it is a town in the northern part of Nanfangzhou. If there is a fight outside of the robbery cloud, they should rush over as soon as possible.
Yang Jian’s original intention was to calculate a little combat power for the interception of teachings, not for the two teachings to fight before the Great Tribulation of the Gods was launched...
Ling Zhuzi was still not used to staying below, and flew up to the clouds to meditate.
Yang Xiaochan, Chu Qian, and Ao Xinke ‘consolidated’ what they had learned earlier in the room beside them. Ao Xinke arranged a layer of formation, and Yang Jian could not hear Yingying Yanyan’s private words.
When he walked to the window and looked at the bustling streets outside, Yang Jian couldn't help feeling a little bit of pride in his heart.
People in the world are struggling and suffering, but they can only do so for decades.
The cultivator asked the immortal, asking for nothing but immortality.
All the creatures in this world have aspirations and plans to have expectations and move forward.
Then, what are you asking for, what are you drawing?
Longevity? Happy?
I once remembered that Yang Jian said in front of the master that ‘lasting longevity, one life is happy’, but it’s not all his heartfelt thoughts, a little taken into consideration.
Now that Yang Jian has entered the mundane world, Daoxin has been responsible for herself.
What is it asking for?
"The word for love is too mixed, and the matter of carelessness is too extensive. It is fundamental to be worthy of the heart, and what you want should be in the front."
Yang Jian murmured softly and smiled.
How many years has he been practicing? How come there is such a vicissitudes of mind.
Go on step by step, even if you are in this fashion and you don't know what you are looking for, as long as you are determined and search on this road all the way, you will definitely find your way.
Several figures crossed his mind.
Just like the mother Yao Ji with an orchid in full bloom in the deep alleys, the more and more weird but still beloved younger sister Xiaochan;
Shicai amazed him a little bit, full of gentle and bookish Xinke, and Lingzhu who is more and more stinky with him, Lu Chunyang who has a deep friendship with him...
"Is it just that this way is not alone?"
Yang Jian seemed to have something, standing in front of the window, closing his eyes and concentrating; Dao Xin was like a mirror, no dust, no waves.
The power of the original soul that had been lost before was slowly recovering, and the small tree of the original soul showed a phantom. It gently shook its branches and grew slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
If the power of the Yuanshen rises again, this is the so-called epiphany of Yuanshen Dao.
After another night, Yang Jian has recovered to the same level as before, full of energy and clear eyes.
Yang Jian took Yang Xiaochan and Ao Xinke to play in the city for two days. There was still no war broke out outside of Jieyun, and there had never been a confrontation between the two teachers. The situation was a bit strange.
After thinking a little bit, Yang Jian decided to settle the matter of Lingzhu first, pretending that he had traveled in one place, and felt that there were outstanding people, and wanted to go there first.
Ling Zhuzi looked helpless, but still agreed; Yang Jian was concerned about his affairs, and he did not have any excuses.
Therefore, Yang Jian took out his luck compass in a decent manner and took a family of ‘old and young’ towards the coast of the East China Sea in Nanfang Buzhou.
From a distance, I saw a majestic pass across the sky, backed by the boundless blue waves, there is a vast concentration of blood.
"Is that there?" Ling Zhuzi's eyes had some expectation, as if she had already felt something in her heart.
Yang Jian smiled and nodded, his divine consciousness had already seen the three ancient characters on Na Xiongguan.
Chentangguan.
Feng Fanchen is lucky, and the town is thousands of miles away.
Consolidate the righteousness of the ancients and hide one hundred thousand soldiers.
Chentangguan was the place where the great merchants of the secular dynasty stationed their troops. All the soldiers of the past dynasties were named Li. They guarded the mouth of the Jiuwan River for the great merchants and guarded the Dongyi tribe from invading the land of the wealthy merchants by sea.
Yang Xiaochan also said with emotion: "What a majestic barrier."
"There are a lot of people in the pass. This is actually a big city~EbookFREE.me~ Yang Jian explained something like this. He wanted to say a few words about the terrain here, but he swallowed it back.
Don't show off in front of Ao Xinke. The Dragon Clan Collection that she has read is more than the rice grains Yang Jian has eaten... it would be a shame to say more.
Yang Xiaochan asked Ling Zhuzi: "Which kind of parents do you want to find?"
Ling Zhuzi scratched his head with a look of entanglement: "This, I have never been reincarnated, and I don't know much about it."
"It's okay! Wrap it on me!" Yang Jian smiled and patted Lingzhu's shoulder, "I must choose a knowledgeable, virtuous and gentle mother for you, lest you get spanked by the cane all day and hurt my Master Bo’s majesty."
The three women in the fairy clam couldn't help laughing. Lingzhuzi glanced at Yang Jian faintly, "We have a deep brotherhood, so why don't you accompany me together."
"I don't need to be reincarnated... Why don't we go to the most fortunate place in this city?" Yang Jianyao pointed to a large house, where is it not Li Mansion?
Ling Zhuzi nodded and agreed, unaware of the smile in Yang Jian's eyes.