Chapter 895: Huanglong regrets, Zixia Mingxin

Huang Long does not say that he is highly respected in the Taoist school, but he is also one of the few saint disciples who started early.
In order to sharpen himself, he was able to pull down his skin and begged to reach Yang Jian, and even wanted to enter the place of sword testing. This surprised Yang Jian a little bit, and soon made a decision.
The answer is naturally...
"Uncle uncle must not," Yang Jian said with a wry smile, "the place to try the sword is to provide a place for the undergraduates like Nezha to improve their cultivation. If uncle uncle goes, maybe you can get something, but it's hard to reach a realm. Promotion."
Seeing Huang Long frowning, Yang Jianduo explained: "In fact, the so-called place to test the sword is the illusion created by the predecessor of Mirage Dragon. Uncle, don't mention it to others at this time, so as to avoid entering the place of trying the sword, Daoxin It's different."
"I can think about it, you can rest assured," Taoist Huang Long responded with a smile, still a little disappointed.
Obviously, Huang Long thought about this for a long time before he inquired about where Yang Jian was staying, and came here to wait.
I thought that he didn’t want this old face, and went to practice with the juniors to find opportunities to break through the realm and increase magical powers, but after listening to Yang Jian’s explanation, what was going on in the place of sword testing, Huang Long would generally understood.
Huang Longxiu's realm is not low. What is lacking is only the magical powers and treasures of the fighting technique, and these two are not to enter the place of sword testing, it is enough to ask Yang Jian for help.
Besides, Huang Long has a veteran vision, and he might be able to see through the illusion set by the mirage dragon. By then, both parties will be even more embarrassed...
There is a deeper reason that Yang Jian didn't tell Master Huang Long.
The most important thing to go through the barriers in the place of trial sword is one's own perseverance, and then a nature of refusing to accept the transfusion.
Although Uncle Huang Long is willing to try his sword on his own, if he is blocked in one place for too long, wouldn't he lose everything in front of the junior?
At that time, there is no way to advance or retreat. Dao Xin is afraid that it will be affected even more. On the contrary, it will simply damage the cultivation base, which is really not beautiful.
Yang Jian groaned a few times and thought of a compromise, but he didn't know if he could tell Huang Long clearly.
"Ugh……"
Huang Long sighed and stood beside Yang Jian and stared at the direction of Nanfang Buzhou, "Nephew, you know, how did you and I survive the last war?"
Yang Jian frowned slightly and shook his head gently.
"Hidden in the corpse of a fellow spiritual daoist and escaped his life."
Huang Long's eyes were full of loss, and he said in a deep voice: "At that time, I asked my heart, why Jr. Yuding was able to become enlightened, and why Jr. Nephew Yang Jian was able to become enlightened, and my several yuan would stop, but I was still at ease before that. , I really don't know where the confidence comes from."
"Uncle, don't want to be so arrogant."
"It's not that I'm presumptuous, it's the truth," Huang Long glanced at Yang Jian, with endless loneliness in his eyes, "I thought at the time, if I could also stop the saints on the Dao Dao, without being sanctified, just like Kong Xuandao. Like a friend, if you have powerful magical powers, will the prehistoric be able to survive? Will it be able to rewrite the battle situation..."
During the speech, Taoist Huanglong struck two lines of turbid tears across his cheeks, his breath was unstable, and his body trembled.
Yang Jian quickly supported Huang Long, but Huang Long broke away from Yang Jian's support.
This was the first time that Yang Jian directly felt the pressure of the older generation of monks.
Huanglong and Chijingzi’s self-blame is not just that they both witnessed the slaughter of the spirit tribe army they led by the old part of the Xuanzai. What was the situation at that time, he and Chijingzi couldn’t stop the great saint at all, and they were unable to do anything they wanted day.
Except for lingering, so that the masters of the spirit race controlled by the two would not die together with them, the two uncles could not do anything at all.
The Void Ministry will conceal and kill, and go straight to the predecessor. The two gather the remnant army and chase from behind.
However, there is no road blessing, and when they bring hundreds of thousands of defeated soldiers to the vicinity of the prehistoric land, Nanfangbuzhou is not far from here.
Uncle Chijingzi blamed himself for being unspeakable, but silently packed up the old soldiers, merged with the remnants of the spirit tribe, once again condensed into a force.
However, Huang Long sighed, slumped for a long time, and could not get rid of the guilt in his heart.
The turning point of the frontal battle of the prehistoric wars was actually when the remnants of the old part of the Void approached, the spirit race masters went out to resist, thus cutting off the support for the frontal battle.
If it were not for the Black Spirit Kingdom's army to fight to the death, the prehistoric battle was flanked by the Void General and the Resurrection, and it would only quickly collapse. At that time, Ao Xinke and others' decision-making was not improper.
Therefore, Huang Long had to think like this--
If he and Chi Sperm are stronger, they can join hands to stop the Dao Saint;
If it was not his incompetent man who led the army of the Hei Ling Nation to station in the rear that day, but Kong Xuan, or brother Guangchengzi, Honghuang might not fall...
This torment really made Huanglong feel uneasy day and night, so after hearing about the sword test, he couldn't wait to find Yang Jian, wanting to make a breakthrough.
unfortunately……
"Finally, Uncle Uncle has found a place to practice, so go ahead."
"Uncle Huang Long," Yang Jian stopped talking. Huang Long waved his sleeves pretendingly and freely, with a bit of depression, accompanied by a little bit of slumping, and headed towards Nanfang Island.
Huang Long felt shameless to go to see the monks of the primordial monks. In fact, he had been hiding in the border area of ​​Nanzhou, and even the saint master did not come to see him.
Yang Jian stood there quietly for a while, waiting for a long time without seeing Huang Long's back, before driving the road and heading straight to the direction of Xuandu City.
In this matter, no one can solve the Taoist Huanglong, and can only wait for the next war, let Huanglong go into battle to kill the enemy, kill all the depression in his heart, and revive his own Taoism.
Yang Jian could feel that Uncle Huang Long's original deep and solid avenue, at this time, because of the haze in the heart of the Dao, it was already a little sluggish...
But Huanglong has been practicing for too long, even if facing the front line of life and death, the possibility of understanding and breaking through is too slim. This is the biggest difference between the older generation of monks and the younger generations like Nezha.
Many major repairs from ancient times are too ethical, and they have long looked down upon life and death.
Outside the city of Profound Capital, Yang Jian just appeared, and he flew from the ruins of the Black Spirit Kingdom in a white shadow, seeming to have been waiting for him for a long time.
"How to calculate this time?" Yun Xiao asked softly.
Yang Jian thought about it, and the method couldn't be the same as last time, so he asked Yun Xiao: "Can Master have the method of avatar, or the technique of puppet? It is best to use the fake one."
Yun Xiao thought about it for a while, then nodded slightly, and hundreds of incarnations were directly transformed into the clouds and mist.
Yang Jian suddenly smiled and said: "True and false, false and true, we will fight against Xu Mo's subordinates this time."
"How to fight your mind? Nothing, you don't need to explain more, just tell me what to do then."
"Uncle uncle is worry-free."
"I'm not as scheming as you," Yun Xiao said faintly, then the two of them looked at each other and smiled, their figures flashed and disappeared in place.
Why, it feels like the two of them are flirting.
Not long after they left, a slender figure appeared where the two of them had just stood, curling their lips, buckling their noses in an elegant manner, and quietly followed.
...
Just half a month after entering the place of sword testing, Fairy Zixia understood a little bit outside the Chaos Clock, why the master had not taken the initiative to let herself enter this place of sword testing.
When she first came in, because it was a few days later than the second batch of people who entered the land of sword testing, most of the second batch had reached the sixth level, and only a few were still in the fourth level.
Relying on'can't shame her master', Zixia initially showed her outstanding talents. In the fierce battle with the evil spirits, she broke through again and again, and in a short time, she rushed to the seventh level like a broken bamboo, and met with many monks. .
After that, she was temporarily trapped here, and she began to meditate, enlighten the Tao, heal her injuries, and go through barriers every day.
There are more than 30 people on this fairy island, unless they make a few humming because of their injuries, there is no sound on weekdays, and everyone seems to think that half a sentence is a waste.
After only a few days in this atmosphere, Zixia was almost driving herself crazy.
She also understands that resisting the pressure around her is also an experience of her Dao Xin; she didn't complain about anything, she chose to come here, so she naturally insisted on going to the end.
But when Zixia saw people breaking through the barriers one after another around her body, but she hadn't been able to make a breakthrough, Dao Xin quickly became somewhat out of balance.
This is the shortcoming of not experiencing much frustration, similar to Nezha before the 25th pass.
For the next ten days, Zixia was a little restless, she ran through the barrier every time she recovered from her injuries, and forgot the good habit of'summarizing' that she had kept before.
"Yang Jian's disciples are nothing but that."
Mirage dragon observed Zixia secretly, and said with regret.
At first glance, this little fairy was protected by Yang Jian. The first few battles were full of flaws. Even if she had good exercises, magic weapons, and magical powers, she couldn't exert her strength at all.
Fortunately, she also made rapid progress in the future, and her talents and understanding were very good; but the shortcomings of Taoism revealed at this time were actually the same problem as the initial situation.
Insufficient experience, insufficient experience.
Mirage Dragon shook his head, feeling a little boring, and spent more energy on Nezha and Monkey King who were about to break through the first 30 levels.
But after another five or six days, the elder Mirage frowned and looked at Zixia who was meditating before the fifth pass, and gave a soft voice.
Zixia meditated this time, it was too long, and her breath did not change, it was not that she had fallen into an epiphany...
"This little baby...it's kind of interesting~EbookFREE.me~ The mirage smiled while stroking his beard, but he didn't mind taking a glance at him, and continued to observe Zixia's actions with interest.
Zixia was never as easy to go to extremes as Nezha. She began to think about Yang Jian's previous teachings, remembering the carefree years of practice on Meishan.
Next, she devoted three or four days of effort, trying to restrain her urge to break through the barrier, and let her Dao heart calm again.
Impetuous and urgent will only make yourself make wrong decisions.
Master often said that practice is cultivating the mind. She came here to seek a breakthrough. Compared with others, it is of little benefit. Passing through the barriers is just a way to sharpen oneself, and the fierce battle is to better grasp the fleeting opportunity.
Being obsessed with war is falling into the lower class. She has come to experience the wonderland of Taoism, and she has to fight to the death with the evil spirits brought by these saints.
With a chuckle, Zixia slowly opened her eyes, her own breath fluttered like a breeze, and her whole person seemed to have undergone some transformation. d