Chapter 307: The female saint has something to ask, Xuan Gong plays Tao Yun!

The golden light was a guide, and Yang Jian didn't take much effort and left the land of the prehistoric five continents; Liu Ya hadn't recovered, they went to the palace.
Ahead is a golden gate with three big golden characters:
‘Wa Palace’.
Nüwa is a saint's name taboo, so you can't write it directly on the door plaque. However, there is a reason why Nüwa says "Wahuang", and it is not random.
When he arrived at the gate of the palace, the golden talisman in Yang Jian's hand stopped shaking and turned into Jin Guangfei in the crack of the door, while Yang Jian took Liuya and waited at the door.
Yang Jian asked: "After entering, don't talk nonsense, don't run into the saint empress."
"Hey," Liu Ya has wiped away her tears and cheered up. She was afraid of causing trouble to Bai Ze, and her nervous palms were a little sweaty.
Seeing Liuya's emotional stability, Yang Jian straightened her figure and shouted at the palace gate: "Junior, Yuxu Palace Yang Jian, please see the saint empress!"
The sound fell, and the palace door in front slowly opened. Two young girls in cloud suits, carrying two lanterns on the left and right, stepped out.
The the left spoke, her voice like a blue bird whispering, and she was concentrating: "Niang Niang has a purpose, and Yang Jian will bring Liuya into the hall to meet her."
The first time he met the saint in person, Yang Jian was also a little nervous; as the saying goes, the five-rank officer in front of the prime minister's door, the boy next to the saint empress, really can't neglect.
"Thank you," Yang Jian bowed his hand and took Liuya's wrist, followed behind the two virgins, stepped into the gate, stepped onto the Yunlu Road, and headed towards the hall.
Liuya whispered, "Brother Yang Jian, do I have to carry lanterns in the future?"
The two virgins chuckled when they heard the words, and they both turned their heads and looked at Liuya secretly, but they had heard from their master earlier that if they were to accept a female apprentice today, it should be Liuya.
The road to the clouds was very long, and the two virgins walked very slowly. Yang Jian didn't dare to walk in front, so they walked along.
There is a bit of coldness in the Wa Palace, except for the white clouds, there is no other scenery. Fortunately, here is full of wonderful Taoist rhymes. If you practice here, you can really get twice the result with half the effort.
Yang Jian: "It really is a treasure place for practice."
"Sneer," a virgin chuckled and said, "The true monarch is really good at talking and laughing. This place is the dojo of my wife, and it is not comparable to those in the wild."
"Yes, yes." Yang Jian nodded with a smile, not knowing what to say.
Let him bow to the two girls? That's not sensible, and it's not necessary at all.
The virgin on one side laughed and said: "I often hear people say that the true monarch of Qingyuan Miaodao is the of war in the world. He is good at contending and fighting. He has deep mana and strong martial arts. I see it today.
Yang Jian asked back: "I wonder how the two fairies are called?"
"We are soul boys who serve empresses, not monks, nor should we be called fairies. My name is Caiyun, and she is called Caiyi."
Yang Jian smiled and nodded, and noted the two names. When Liuya is settled, he must say a few good things so that the two of them will take care of Liuya more on weekdays.
If Liu Ya did something wrong, it would be good for someone to express affection in front of the saint empress.
After walking for a while, finally reached the front of the hall, Caiyun and Caiyi stood at the door of the hall with lanterns, bowed their heads and leaned to please.
Yang Jian arched his hands and stepped into the hall with Liu Ya.
As soon as the toes touched the ground, the scenery in front of her suddenly changed, Liu Ya disappeared beside her, and Yang Jian appeared directly in a cave.
This cave seems to be a ‘cylinder’ with a diameter of one hundred meters, with a light green beam falling down, and a pool of white clouds in front of it.
Above the water pool, there are some stone slabs staggered horizontally and vertically; the stone slabs cut the water pool into pools, and there seems to be a spiritual spring in each pool.
"Yang Jian?"
The soft tone was slightly curious, and the voice came from the front.
As soon as Yang Jian wanted to reply, he heard the sound of rushing water... He seemed to see a section of snake tail shining with colorful auras, and it disappeared.
He quickly lowered his head and didn't dare to look more. He was about to face a female saint. If the saint's empress cares about this, he will be really unlucky today.
"Junior, Yang Jian of Yuxu Palace, pay homage to the Saint Empress." Yang Jian said honestly.
"Your worship is just talking about it?" A chuckle came from his ear, and Yang Jian felt that someone was standing beside him, but he didn't squint and didn't dare to turn his head to look.
Yang Jian said: "I haven't seen the Empress' Eucharist, the younger generation doesn't know where to worship."
"You look forward and raise your head."
This voice echoed in his ears, Yang Jian slowly raised his head, but saw a woman sitting quietly in the middle of the pool, with long light green hair falling, covering her crystal skin; she looked dignified on the idol on weekdays , The holy face, I look closer, but there is a beauty that fits the road.
Natural, innocent, mature, gentle, holy, majestic but not half-powerful, and it makes people unable to raise any evil thoughts.
The beauty of a mortal woman is beautiful in the facial features and graceful posture;
The beauty of fairies is more beautiful than fairy bones and spirits, without fireworks;
As for the beauty of this female saint, Yang Jian could not find a suitable vocabulary to describe, and even felt that the word'beauty' was too shallow and too thin to describe what he saw and felt.
It seems that when the world is born, Wan Ling's definition of'beauty' comes from this.
Yang Jian said, "Yang Jian pays homage to the Saint Niangniang."
It was so mixed up.
Finally, I saw one of the six saints.
Yang Jian did not bow to worship, Nuwa did not seem to be angry, but a slight smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "You brought the Tao fruit of Houtu according to your words, and I should also tell you the way. Maybe you should be in Houtu's mouth. heard it."
"Twenty-fourth grade reincarnation purple jade lotus platform?" Yang Jian asked directly.
"Yes, it is this thing." Nu Wa said softly, "I have told you how to do it, so you can go back by yourself."
"Manny!"
Yang Jian called out quickly, and Nuwa sat there quietly, with a lot of playful eyes.
Yes, this saint is waiting for himself to ask for one another.
In the prehistoric times, there is no such thing as ‘worship when you meet the sage’, but if the prehistoric creatures can see the true face of the sage, even Daluo Jinxian will kneel down to worship.
To put it simply, in this predicament, those who can face the saint but not kneel are just those powerful and supernatural generations from ancient times.
Yang Jian, born in the human race, is the nephew of the Jade Emperor, but in terms of seniority and rank cannot be compared with those ancient powers, this worship is inevitable.
I never thought that Nuwa Hall's saint posture would actually care about Yang Jian's junior.
If it's for his own business, Yang Jian would rather endure the pain, fearing that he would not ask for help easily, but Master's injury...
Yang Jian had to let go of his arrogance, bent his legs, slowly knelt by the pool, and said earnestly:
"Niangniang...I know Niangniang has the 24th grade reincarnation purple jade lotus platform. My teacher treats me as a mountain. If I can get the lotus platform to heal my master's wounds, Yang Jian, let the Niangni drive it."
"Get up," Nuwa said indifferently, and Yang Jian stood up on her own without being under Yang Jian's control.
Say what you say!
Nu Wa said: "This lotus platform is the innate treasure, and its origin is a lotus seed of the chaotic green lotus. It is really precious. I do have something for you to do. If you can do it well, this lotus platform can lend you."
So simple?
Yang Jian didn't dare to be careless, and asked: "I don't know what the empress said? Yang Jian didn't dare to disobey the holy will, but he knew his skills were limited, and he was afraid that he would be disappointed."
"Only you can do this, and only you can do it."
"Oh? I don't know what's the matter."
Nu Wa said indifferently: "Write down the Eight or Nine Profound Techniques you have practiced without missing a word, and the lotus platform can lend you three years."
Yang Jianwei was really taken aback.
Nu Wa said again: "Write down your insight into the wonderful way of the Pangu God to open up the world and the earth, and Lotus Terrace can lend you three more years."
Yang Jian was really stunned.
After a long time of trouble, turning so many turns, making so many turns, is that why?
That’s right, as a saint, Nuwa used to deliberately embarrassed herself with ‘worship’ before, in fact, it was also to get some skin back.
He is a disciple of three generations who have just practiced for less than a thousand years. Compared with Nüwa, his generation is two generations, and his age is even more than tens of thousands of years. But Nüwa actually asked for his practice!
This is considered to be said, afraid that no one will believe it?
More than no one believed it, even if one hundred thousand monks were killed, no one would dare to say the word ‘believe’.
Yang Jian said, "Where did I write it?"
"It's a big matter, you just tell me to know it. As long as what you write down or jot down will remain in this world and feel the way of heaven, it will be known to others." Nuwa raised her hand, and the whole cave was filled with lightness. Light green, "I have read the eight or nine profound arts of Taoism before. You don't have to use this technique to fool me."
"I don't dare to deceive Niang Niang, but the Eight or Nine Profound Techniques I have cultivated are probably the same volume as Niang Niang knows."
Yang Jian's words paused, and before Nu Wa could speak, he slowly recited the eight or nine profound arts he had cultivated.
After a while, Nuwa said, "I think you should only be in the Yunzhu realm now, why do you have such a combat power?"
The saints don’t know everything.
"The method of cultivation is slightly different," Yang Jian didn't conceal it. Since he practiced the Eighty-Nine Profound Art, every level has been breaking through and touching the limit of Profound Art.
The pain of forging the muscles, the pain of boiling the bones, changing the blood nine times, and forging thousands of times, all of these were said one by one, so that Nuwa nodded gently.
"It turned out to be like this," Nu Wa said softly, "The Eight or Nine Profound Techniques are in the hands of Taoist disciples. If a famous teacher helps to obtain spiritual pill and immortal fruit, it is a quick method. It only takes a thousand years to create a soul comparable to the soul. Daluo's physical cultivator, but that has reached the end of the Eight or Nine Profound Art, unable to make any further progress. But you have taken a completely different path."
What Nuwa said made Yang Jian quite touched.
He came from later generations. The original Yang Jian might have cultivated the "Consummation" Eighty and Nine Profound Art, rather than the "Extreme" Eighty and Nine Profound Art. Therefore, before he was enshrined, he might have reached the seventh and eighth level. The Chinese combat power is amazing and shines.
But after being enshrined, Yang Jian only barely gained an advantage when he fought against the monkey when he traveled to the west.
From Fengshen to Westward Journey, it seems that Yang Jian's supernatural powers and mana have not improved much, perhaps because the Eight or Nine Profound Art has reached the end.
But now, he took a different path.
As soon as the Yunzhu Stage was about to complete, Yang Jian already had the ability to hurt the quasi-teacher; if he didn't break through the limit of the Yunzhu Stage, Yang Jian was not ready to continue his practice.
After talking about this, Yang Jian took the initiative: "Niang Niang, the wonderful way that opened up the world, but I can't tell it, probably, it's just a..."
"What kind of?"
"A feeling," Yang Jian gestured to the palm of his hand~EbookFREE.me~a rhyme..."
Nuwa's left arm was raised in the pool, and Yang Jian suddenly felt that he could not move, and stood there blankly.
"Come here, think about the rhyme in your heart, I realized it by myself."
come?
Where have you been?
Before Yang Jian had recovered, his body suddenly floated up, completely uncontrollable, and could not have the idea of ​​resisting at all, so he fell into the pool and faced Nu Wa face to face.
The tip of the nose is no more than a foot to the tip of the nose!
Yang Jian's heartbeat speeded up suddenly, and he closed his eyes quickly, but a small hand touched his chest, cold and with a gentle force, making his mind instantly relaxed.
"The memories are."
"Hey, good." Yang Jian replied, trying to calm down, but always a little...
Well, it's heart-warming.