dark battle

A rainbow spans under the cangxiong, enclosing the Golden Luan Palace in the middle.Clouds diffuse leisurely in every painted pillars and carved beams, like mist and smoke, rendering a dreamlike blur to the scenery of Tiangong.

"Chang'e, go down to Suzhou and ask Baihua Fairy to send me the list of flowers and plants used in this year's Peach Festival." The queen mother wearing an exquisite phoenix crown looked at Chang'e with a half-smile, "By the way, by the way Let’s go to Mount Hua again and let the Three Holy Mothers come up together to prepare for the Peach Fair.”

Chang'e agreed, and the halo of the entire hall seemed to be enchanted by her slightly blooming smile.

"Report to empress," Yang Jian interjected.

Following the sudden voice, the gazes of all the immortals focused on Zhenjun Erlang.

"The little god is going to Huashan to investigate a case. Besides, this matter is the little god's business. I hope that the goddess will allow the little god to go to Huashan on Chang'e's behalf."

That day Yang Jian adjusted his breath alone in Huashan for one night, and his injuries have eased. At this time in the court, no one could see anything unusual about him.All heartaches and sorrows do not belong to the majestic judiciary god. He must hide all his weaknesses under the black iron armor and hide them where no one can see them.

The Queen Mother still looked at Yang Jian with a smile that was not a smile, and thought to herself: You still cherish the official like life, my palace told you to go to the imperial edict, you delayed so much, and I sent someone else, you are jealous again.Oh, Yang Jian, oh Yang Jian, can't I cure you?

At the end of the court meeting, all the immortals said goodbye to each other with courtesy and dispersed.But Chang'e slowed down and watched the immortals walk by her one by one.While the beautiful eyes were looking forward, the tall figure in the silver armor and ink cloak rubbed shoulders with her without looking sideways.

"Yang Jian, what have you done to the Three Holy Mothers?"

Yang Jian paused without looking back at her, "I don't understand what Fairy Chang'e is saying."

"Why don't you let me go to Mount Hua?"

"Originally, my mother asked me to go to Huashan to preach the decree, so I went to see my sister on the way, why not?" After speaking, Yang Jianwu left without waiting for Chang'e to ask any more questions.

Chang'e frowned slightly, looking at that haughty and stern figure in puzzlement.

Yang Jian saw Chang'e flying towards Mount Hua from outside the Zhenjun Temple. With a wave of his sleeves, he also rode on the cloud head and arrived at Huashan one step ahead of Chang'e.

Looking down from the clouds, Huashan Mountain in midsummer looks extremely barren, without the nourishment of Yang Chan's fairy spirit, all trees are dead, grasses are withered, and large pieces of loess are exposed, which looks like a huge wilderness grave.Yang Jian waved his sleeves, the spiritual light passed, all things flourished, the stamens bloomed, and the green branches and buds grew wantonly.In a blink of an eye, Huashan Mountain in Xiyue is as lush as a fairyland on earth.

Dongfeng is one of the strange peaks of Mount Hua. Because there is a platform on the top of the peak to watch the sunrise, it is also known as Chaoyang Peak.Before Yang Chan got married, she lived alone on the top of this magnificent East Peak all year round.Later, she and Liu Yanchang made a private decision for life. After the low-key wedding banquet, they set up another simple house in the most beautiful and majestic West Peak. Even the good sisters of Chang'e Peak did not know that the residence that had been destroyed by Yang Jian had ever existed.

Yang Jian landed in front of the house where Yang Chan always lived in Dongfeng. The weeping willows are graceful and the flowers are brilliant, just like before.The ink fan vibrates lightly, and the breeze blows up the thick dust in the house. In a moment, the windows are bright and clean, as if the owner of this house has never left.

Just after he came out of the house, a figure in a light green dress jumped in front of Yang Jian, "Conjurer, you are a god, right? Did you change this mountain? Please accept me as your apprentice!"

The mortal girl stopped Yang Jian quite familiarly, "Master Immortal, please accept me as your apprentice!"

Yang Jian walked away from her in annoyance, but the little girl chased after her unwillingly, "Please take me as your apprentice!"

"Hurry up and go down the mountain." Seeing that she was just a mortal girl, Yang Jian said patiently.

"If you don't accept me as an apprentice, I won't go down the mountain!"

Yang Jian was too lazy to talk nonsense with her, so he turned the folding fan lightly, and a blue light flashed between her forehead, and the little girl had turned into a big rock, but it matched the surrounding scenery.

Above the stratus clouds, the beautiful purple shadow can be seen flying towards here.Yang Jian looked away, smiled lightly, and walked into the room.There was a flash of light in the Xuan window, and when I looked again, there was already a beautiful woman beside the qin table, with a silky long skirt, wide sleeves of gauze, a drooping head, and slender fingers, just like Yang Chan, the Holy Mother of Huashan. It's just that the bitterness in those cold eyes that cannot be concealed does not belong to her.

While the sound of the piano is flowing, and the mountain flowers are hidden, the Zishan Fairy approached slowly, and already saw a figure playing with strings in the window.There is a bit of loneliness and coldness in Yaoqin's music. When Chang'e listened attentively, she felt that there was a bit of moonlight and wind in the deep and unpredictable, but her heart beat a few times for no reason, as if A warm current flowed through, provoking unspeakable throbbing.

On the seven strings of Lingling, listen to the wind and cold in the pine.Old tunes are the most self-loving, but most people don't play them today.

Suddenly I want to go to the world depicted in the piano to take a look, I don't know what kind of majestic scene is wide, warm, profound and boundless.

In a daze, Chang'e had passed through the elegant hall and came to the side of the piano player.

The woman playing the piano looked sideways, and saw Chang'e standing beside her, she got up with a smile, and said happily, "Sister Chang'e."

When Chang'e saw her good sister, she was overjoyed, "Are you okay, nothing happened to Huashan?"

Yang Jian smiled doubtfully, "What happened?"

"It's good that nothing happened. I was thinking too much. Last time you suddenly told me that Liu Yanchang had fallen and died. I was really worried that you wouldn't think about it, but you later told me that it was just an excuse to hide Erlang God. You, you are really ...By the way, why didn't you see Liu Yanchang?"

Yang Jian's eyelashes trembled slightly, "Liu Yanchang is gone."

"He's gone?" Mingli's eyes showed concern and worry for Yang Chan, "Is Erlang God coming again?"

"He said that if I insist on not repenting, he will report this matter to the Heavenly Court. At that time...Liu Yanchang is afraid that I will be blamed by the Heavenly Court, so he will..." Yang Jian is used to being exquisite, and facing Chang'e at this time, He only dared to reveal a few lies half-concealed.

"It doesn't matter if he's gone, even if you can be together, it will only be five or sixty years at most."

"Sister," Yang Jian saw that her eyelids were covered with light pink and purple, like the petals of early spring, and said softly, "I can stay with the person I like, even for a day..."

"What?" Chang'e saw that "Yang Chan" had a different expression, and she didn't understand why the usually calm person said these words. The words and sentences just now were as clear and hot as flowers growing wantonly all over the mountain.

Knowing that he lost his composure, Yang Jian smiled awkwardly, "I, I mean, those mortals down the mountain."

"Then what can we do? As gods, we have to abide by these inexplicable rules. Third sister, I see that your complexion is not very good. Although Liu Yanchang is gone, you should take care of your health. You should be careful about everything." Chang'e Looking at his somewhat pale face, she couldn't help worrying.

Yang Jian touched his cheek nervously, for fear that Chang'e would notice something, "By the way, have you mentioned the Guanghan Palace incident to others?"

Chang'e smiled and shook her head, "Don't worry, it was caused by our conversation anyway. You don't need to like someone, but when you know that person likes you, you still feel that you owe him What, you can't hurt the person who likes you unless you have to. To be honest, you can't say that your brother is wrong when he is so right. After all, he is the god of justice, and he also has his own difficulties." Chang'e said with downcast eyes. After that, he looked up and saw that Yang Jian's eyes were full of unknown waves, he was staring at her in a daze, and asked in surprise, "What's wrong with you?"

Yang Jian quickly turned his gaze to the side, and sat down again in a little bewilderment, "It's okay, I just thought of Liu Yanchang again."

Chang'e felt distressed for a while, she put her jade hand on Yang Jian's shoulder lightly, and persuaded, "You should forget him as soon as possible." The shoulders of her subordinates moved aside, and Chang'e took her hand away without hesitation. "Okay, as long as you are fine, I have to go to Suzhou. The Queen Mother asked Baihua Fairy to submit the list of flowers and plants used in this year's Peach Fair, and asked you to go to heaven to prepare for the Peach Fair."

"Sister, can you take a leave of absence for me, I'm not feeling well now, and I don't want to go anywhere."

Chang'e hesitated for a while in embarrassment, "Let Erlang God ask for leave for you."

Yang Jian nodded in understanding.He knew that Chang'e was sincere and enthusiastic, but it was a pity that she was very soft-spoken. She was afraid that she would annoy the Queen Mother if she asked for leave.

Sending Chang'e away, a dazzling light shines from the house, a man in black clothes came out from the door, caught a glimpse of the big rock on the ground, sighed softly, waved her paper fan, and waved her straight into the sky .

Hearing a scream, Xiao Tiangou fell on all fours in front of Yang Jian, quite embarrassed.

Xiao Tiangou raised his eyes and saw his master standing aside, patted the dust off his body and came over to complain angrily, "I don't know who is wicked, he threw a stone into the sky, and it hit my waist and eyes, it hurt me to death ! If I know who it is, I'll bite him to death!" Just as he was speaking angrily, he saw the owner's expression was unkind, and quickly put away his dissatisfied expression, "No, it doesn't hurt anymore..."

"What are you doing here?"

Cuiyun Mountain

"Master, that old fox is too cunning, he has hidden his tracks, and his subordinates haven't found him for the time being. Also, Liu Yanchang and Chen Xiang left Liu's Village three days ago!"

"The barrier didn't stop them?"

As soon as Xiao Tianquan thought of Chen Xiang's cunning little devil, he became angry, "Chen Xiang dug a hole and got out of the ground! I was afraid that they would cause you trouble, so I found here by smelling the smell."

"This time the Heavenly Court will be disbanded very early, and it hasn't been long in the mortal world, even if