The Sword Returns to Tang Dynasty

It rained heavily at Chentang Pass.

Black clouds turn ink, light thunder is like day, and sea waves cover the sky.

The torrential rain and high winds overwhelmed everything that happened in this ancient pass.

Whether it's a dragon king flying in the sky, a man roaring in the rain, a weeping woman who was knocked out, or a child cutting flesh and bones with a sword.

The bloodstains on the city tower had long been washed away by the downpour, so the young man who hurried over could only see Chentangguan where nothing happened.

But he didn't see the little doll in red bellyband running towards him with bare feet.

Even after asking several common people, they all shook their heads with fear on their faces, and said that there is no third son in Li Zongbing's residence in Chentangguan.

Kong Xuan finally panicked.

He only knew that Nezha would be the beginning of the Battle of the Conferred Gods, he would be Xiqi's forerunner, and he wanted to use this catastrophe to wash away the evil spirit he had acquired when he suppressed the sea of ​​blood.

But he thought that it was only because according to the plan, Nezha was the first to leave the mountain among the third generation disciples of Chanjiao.

Wait...the start of the catastrophe...

How did the Lich War completely start?

——It was Hou Yi who killed the nine princes of the demon clan.

Nezha...Lingzhuzi!

Damn it, what did Master and the others hide from him?

Kong Xuan wandered around Chentangguan without a clue, searched everywhere, but couldn't find Nezha.No matter what method he used, he couldn't find the child's breath.

He stood alone on the pretext of meeting Lingzhuzi for the first time in this world, looking extremely tired.

There was an old woman selling cakes who couldn't stand it anymore.

She recognized this extremely good-looking young man. When the third son and the third son were still there, they came to her to buy cakes.

The old woman looked around secretly, and when she found that no one was paying attention to her, she grabbed the corner of Kong Xuan's Taoist robe.

"Are you here to find the third son?"

Seeing the bright eyes of the young man, the old woman became more and more unbearable, and finally said to Kong Xuan: "Why did you come here, third son, the third son was gone half a year ago."

Kong Xuan's pupils shrank, and he grabbed the old woman's hand and said fiercely: "What's going on?!"

Although Nezha is young, his cultivation level is not bad. Although he is far behind in his previous life, he is not something that ordinary people can hurt.

Frightened by Kong Xuan's fierce eyes, the old woman took a few steps back, and said timidly: "The third son killed the third prince Long, and the Dragon Lord came to the door to send a flood, and the commander-in-chief handed over the third son. The third son is dead, the commander-in-chief is not allowed to mention the third son..."

The old woman was full of vigor, and her words were scattered, as if she was still immersed in the blood of Chen Tangguan that day.

The Dragon King of the Four Seas rained heavily on the city, and only one Nezha died.

The flesh is cut and returned to the mother, the bone is removed and returned to the father, the hot blood is cold and falls into the rain, and the remains of the white bones are thrown into the sea.

The soul is dead.

Kong Xuan stood there in a daze, the words of the old woman still echoing in his mind.

The third prince of the East China Sea, Kong Xuan remembered, was called Ao Bing.

It was the little dragon who ran away from home that Nezha picked up at the beach.

Nezha killed Ao Bing?

how can that be!

Obviously, before he left, the relationship between the two little ghosts was pretty good. Ao Bing and the little dragon had few playmates because of his father and brother's strict management, so he would sneak up to play with Nezha every few days.

The Thousand Seven Killing Calamity of Lingzhu also corresponds to the time of the first officer, not now!

He has only been away for half a year!

Kong Xuan turned around and headed for the East China Sea Dragon Palace.

When he reached the beach, he stopped.

Both Sanqing and Nuwa knew about Lingzhu's reincarnation.

It is impossible for these saints to have not noticed such a big mistake.

The only thing that can be explained is that they all know about this matter.

The young man with a bright complexion stood blankly by the sea until the setting sun melted gold, the clouds merged, and the warm glow of the setting sun flowed around him, and the feathers reflected the multicolored divine light.

The East China Sea is calm.

Kong Xuan is the son of Panfeng, and Zulong sleeps under the East China Sea.

This matter involves not only the two forces.

Kong Xuanxu shook hands, and when he was about to go back to ask his master, he suddenly felt that the setting sun in front of him was getting brighter.

and many more.

He widened his eyes, and saw a small black shadow appearing in the huge sunset that was about to fall to the sea level.

That black shadow came towards the coast, getting closer and closer to Kong Xuan, so close that Kong Xuan could already see who it was.

It was a young man who looked about the same age as him, his golden clothes spread out into flowers in the air, and countless illusory sword shadows swirled around him, dragging him to fall in front of him.

The visitor Xue found out his eyes, his brows were smiling, his wind and spirit remained the same, as bright as before.

"Zhao, Ming?!"

Kong Xuan subconsciously rubbed his eyes, and looked again, the young man in gold was still standing in front of him.

"It's really you!"

Kong Xuan took a few steps forward, trembling his lips, not knowing what to say next.

"...You're back."

He stood a few steps away from his old friend and said only this sentence.

"Long time no see, Kong Xuan."

Li Jiancheng, who had recovered his heyday strength, grinned, went up a few steps and slapped the guy on the back.

"The cubs have grown so big."

Kong Xuan glanced at him coolly, and when he was about to go back, he suddenly paused, then grabbed his hand and said anxiously: "Do you know about the Lingzhu?"

"Third brother?" Li Jiancheng frowned, "I heard from Luo Hu that the third brother was handed over to Nvwa by Hongjun, and now he should be reincarnated here to cultivate in Chentangguan, so I followed my breath to find him as soon as I left Zixiao Palace. yes, what?"

"Even you are being kept secret..." Kong Xuan gritted his teeth.

"What happened?" Seeing Kong Xuan's expression, Li Jiancheng's face sank.

"It's a good deal to cut flesh and bones to break cause and effect, isn't it?" Kong Xuan raised his head and smiled miserably: "But Nezha, he's only seven years old..."

And how old is that little dragon in Donghai who was implicated innocently?

Li Jiancheng saw that Kong Xuan's expression was in a trance, so he simply figured it out by himself.

He and the spirit beads came out of the chaotic green lotus together, and the mutual induction is more profound than anyone else.

After a while, Li Jiancheng put down his hands and sneered.

No wonder Luo Hu's expression.

When Hong Jundao suppressed the sea of ​​blood back then, the Lingzhu was stained with too much evil spirit of the sea of ​​blood, and he wanted to take advantage of this battle of conferring the gods to dissipate the evil spirit.

But I didn't say that I have to suffer such a crime in the world.

"Third brother's soul is in Cuiping Mountain, you can go there." Li Jiancheng said calmly: "I'll go to solve the problem in the East China Sea first."

"it is good."

Kong Xuan gave him a deep look, turned and left.

Although Li Zhaoming used to be heartless and didn't seem to care about anything, how many years have they known each other?

It was about Lingzhu, how could he calm down?

The setting sun has completely submerged into the deep sea, and the sea under the night is calm and windless.

Li Jiancheng stared at it for a while, then suddenly smiled.

It's just that the smile wasn't as bright as usual, but was piercingly cold.

He really underestimated that such a thing could happen after being detained in Zixiao Palace.

In other words, it's been too long since I've been away, and I forgot what kind of virtue that guy is.

Is it because you feel that this kind of treatment will not affect the final outcome, so Hongjun will not treat it, and can't do anything to it?

It's a pity... Li Jiancheng doesn't have such worries now.

As long as the ending remains the same, Dao has no reason to make a move.

Li Jiancheng looked at the sea and thought blankly, he should have repaired that idiot on the first day he came back.

Thousands of miles of deep sea was silent, Li Jiancheng raised his hand to push aside the shrimp soldiers and crab generals blocking the way, and said softly, "Where is the Dragon King of the East China Sea?"

The extremely soft voice resounded through the entire Dragon Palace, and Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East China Sea, trembled.

He remembered the voice.

And that mighty, bright sword intent.

It was the Zhaoming Sword Immortal who was all-powerful back then.

He is still alive? !

Ao Guang didn't dare to neglect, and hurried out to meet Li Jiancheng.

Li Jiancheng didn't talk nonsense, he directly asked to see the Third Prince Long.

"The dragon's body is not so easy to dissipate." Li Jiancheng said lightly: "My brother was reincarnated in Chentangguan, you must have a premonition."

Ao Guang's embarrassed expression suddenly changed, "Since you know, why do you do this?"

"I heard that Prince Long and my elder brother reincarnated and made good friends."

Li Jiancheng said: "Could it be that the Dragon King really wants his son to be on the list of gods?"

"How is it possible!" Excited, Ao Guang blurted out these words.

The list of gods, the list of gods, sounds nice, but it's just to grab people for the newly built heaven.

Once the soul is included in the list of gods, its cultivation will be fixed at the time of death, and even the soul is manipulated by the person who holds the list of gods.

Although Donghai is small, it is still his own territory. How could Ao Guang be willing to let his child be on the list of gods, driven by two Taoist boys?

Even if Haotian Yaochi was once a boy in front of Taoist ancestors, so what?

That's why he spent his cultivation to save his son's body, only to find an opportunity later to exchange his son's soul from the list of gods.

Because, once Zulong suffered a great loss from the Lingzhu, once he wakes up, he will definitely not be able to swallow this grievance!

He just has to wait.

It's just that he didn't expect that the Zhaoming Sword Immortal back then was still alive.

"That's it."

Li Jiancheng glanced at Ao Guang, taking his thoughts into his eyes.

The Thousand Seven Killing Calamity was about to pass, but he couldn't let Lingzhu bear other karma.

The body of Third Prince Long was placed in the crystal coffin, and it had already been transformed into its original form.

No one knew where his soul was being photographed, making this little dragon look lifeless.

The little green dragon's claws hang down feebly, and the dragon scales of different shades on his body are obviously not his own.

"His brothers made it up for him," Ao Guang stood beside the coffin, looking at his third son lovingly. "It's just a dragon's tendon, and we haven't found a replacement for it yet."

"It's okay."

Li Jiancheng spread his hands, took out a long box and threw it to Ao Guang.

Ao Guang's heart skipped a beat, he opened the box in front of him, and passed in disbelief.

"This, this is...?!" Why is there the aura of their ancestors on it? !

"Ancestral dragon's dragon tendon," Li Jiancheng waved his hand and said, "Let me explain in advance, this is what he lost to me in a bet."

Ao Guang: "..."

Okay, I know what time it is, and you don't have to worry about Dragon Clan being held accountable.

"Your son has not yet entered the list of gods, I will bring back his soul in its entirety."

"I know you are waiting for nothing." Li Zhaoming said coldly: "After the cause and effect are cleared up here, please continue to stay awake, Dragon King."

Fortunately, the Dragon King of the East China Sea is still clear-headed, and for his son to cooperate enough...

Idiot God, you wait for me!

The author has something to say:

Just, about Nezha's suicide, I wanted to write a little more detail, but I didn't want to.

In Chewangfu Quben Fengshen Bang, the part about cutting flesh and returning mother and bone and returning father is very detailed, so detailed that my scalp tingles.

After thinking about it, that sentence is correct—"This is not self-willed, it is lonely."

Let's take it on the side, it won't make you cry when it's almost over.

Something happened at home today, I feel sad, sorry for the late update.

感谢在2020-01-1515：23：51～2020-01-1700：07：10期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 50 bottles of planting rabbits; 8 bottles of Qingzhuo;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!