dark battle

He wanted to dig a hole to penetrate both sides of the barrier. With his little ability, it was impossible to go so fast. "

"That's right, I didn't expect that either. I asked the villagers, and I don't know what trick Chen Xiang used to trick the villagers into believing that there was a priceless treasure buried underground, so half of the village came to dig the soil. The hole was dug in the next day."

Yang Jian was silent for a while, but a smile of relief and surprise gradually appeared on his face, "Once a person's ambition is awakened, he will have inestimable power. This is the magic of human nature..."

... You are the same as the corrupt officials in the lower world, you only know how to show your power to the lower world, so dare not say "no" to the upper world!You know they are wrong, but you dare not confront them...

The young man was so angry that he lost his mind and shouted in his ears. Last time, Yang Jian only thought it was the child's unscrupulous willfulness, but now thinking about it carefully, he felt a chill in his heart.

Yang Jian slowly returned to the house. The furnishings arranged by Yang Chan herself still maintain the style of the old house in the Yang Mansion in Guanjiangkou when he was young. After getting down, Sanmei has been with her for 3000 years, and now, even Sanmei...

Yang Jian sat down at the piano table in a trance, pressed the strings with his left hand, and the fingertips of his right hand fluttered, singing with confidence, the ancient sound poured down, and there was a clear and compassionate air in the plain.The sunset and the lone duck flew together, and he looked at the Fangfei Taolin in front of the window, as if all the sky and clouds had been absorbed in his eyes.

Yang Jian could clearly hear the conversation between mother and son in the illusion of consciousness.

The third younger sister's child is naturally intelligent, even though he is so intimidated by him, he still persists in not changing his mother's heart, and he is not inferior to himself back then.Perhaps, the long-cherished wish of 3000 years is expected to be fulfilled this evening, and join hands with that child to put on a big show.

Yang Jian is used to acting.

He knows how he walks through the boundary between light and darkness. During the 3000 years of silence, he has heard, seen, and even experienced too many injustices and absurdities in the mortal world, which are too absurd for him to bear.

Even though he is the son of a sinful immortal, his high martial arts and meticulous mind are still valued by the heavenly court.He admitted against his will that it was wrong for his mother to fall in love with mortals, and in exchange for the position of the judicial god above all immortals, he sacrificed his dignity to play in front of the queen mother as a profit-seeking courtier who was afraid of losing his black hat.

Over the years, he investigated and collected evidence, and personally presided over the revision of countless rules of heaven, but the many harsh clauses set by Wang Mama have never been touched. Among them is this one, which prohibits intermarriage between immortals and mortals.He still can't figure it out, the queen mother hates "desire" so much, but wants to use "desire" to control the single-handedly promoted judicial god, what exactly does she want?

Outside the window, the dark blue gradually turned into a deep black. It was a night without a moon, only a little bit of starlight was hidden in the dark sky, and there was only a thick darkness on the earth.

When he was young and frivolous, he also struggled and resisted, which was tantamount to shaking a big tree. After 3000 years, he didn't want to touch this untouchable taboo at first, but it seemed that God was forcing him, forcing him to step into the most dangerous forbidden garden.

He knows that things are out of his control, even though he has boundless mana and power.Not to mention that I have been aloof and arrogant for many years, and have not put my mind on gathering party members and operating power, and Li Jing's faction is crowding out and suppressing everywhere, so it is not easy to support the current position.In addition, the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother monopolize the power. In the court, except for the Taishang Laojun who is ranked among the three Qing Dynasty but has no real power, he can really speak, and they can beat themselves into the palace with just a light order. A place of eternal doom, when the time comes, what else is there to talk about?

Talk about the Qin on behalf of the heart, and talk about it.

The faint morning light reveals some gray and white bright colors, and the sound of the piano gradually sinks, melancholy and generous, faintly rumbling, the wind and rain pavilions, spears and spears criss-crossing, like mournful self-injury, or like a clear heart.

But right now, he can use that half-grown boy to win the favor of the Heavenly Court. When the wings are full, the long-cherished wish of revising the Heavenly Rules will be fulfilled, and there will be no separation of flesh and blood due to the union of immortals and mortals in the Three Realms. massacre.If he personally deals in front of the Jade Emperor, Chen Xiang will not lose his life. In case of any accident, he will use all his connections in the past 3000 years to put on the crime of raising the flag as a demon and his own life, and he will always be able to protect the third sister. And Chen Xiang is thoughtful.

Thinking in this way, Yang Jian's face remained indifferent and calm for thousands of years, but his burning eyes seemed to penetrate layers of clouds with the sun and reach the end of the world.The morning light shone wantonly on the earth, so magnificent, the fiery red light evenly sprinkled on his body, and plated a layer of light gold for the person who was playing the piano by the window.

Then suddenly become imposing, and the warrior goes to the enemy's field.

Floating clouds and catkins have no roots, and the sky and the earth are wide and far away.

The right hand volleyed in the air, and with a shocking sound of tearing silk, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, the seven strings snapped, and the ethereal lingering sound filled the peach forest. It seemed that even the sky and clouds had stopped for a while.

"Master..." Xiao Tiangou was startled by the sudden cracking of the piano sound. He didn't dare to disturb the master when he saw that the master seemed to be contemplating.

Yang Jian seemed to wake up from a dream, and looked at Xiao Tiangou behind him in a little surprise, "Why are you still here?"

Xiaotiangou looked at the blood dripping from the master's fingertips, and carefully explained: "The master hasn't ordered it yet, and the subordinates dare not do anything..."

Only then did Yang Jian come back to his senses, "Go, catch Chen Xiang."

"Will Liu Yanchang kill him?"

Yang Jian was bathed in the warm early sun, his body seemed to become transparent, as if it would disperse with the dew. "Leave him alive for now, it will be useful in the future."

Xiaotiangou stared at a drop of blood that fell on the ground. Just now, the sound of the piano was so intense that it seemed to fall to the ground, but the master's face was as calm as a lake in early spring.

"Yes."

He withdrew in a daze, and an inexplicable chill gradually spread throughout his heart, as if a hole had been opened in his heart, as if something was quietly passing away...

"Open the door, open the door!"

Inside the Banana Cave, the Bull Demon King was racking his brains to make his wife happy, when he heard someone knocking on the door of the cave, he was immediately annoyed, "Who is this? It's so rude!"

Outside the cave, Xiao Tiangou smashed the stone door with his white bony stick, "Open the door, open the door!"

The stone door opened, and a burly man with bull horns and a red face appeared in front of the door in a barbed iron armor. His shiny nose was terrifyingly big, his messy crimson hair was scattered behind his head, and he was holding a double-edged iron knife, glaring at him. With a barking dog.

Xiao Tiangou retreated quickly, and went straight to Yang Jian, pointing at the Bull Demon King and said, "Master, it's him, it's him!"

The Bull Demon King recognized Xiao Tiangou, and when he was catching that thin-skinned, tender-fleshed country boy, the winkless dog kept obstructing him, and he dared to come to his door. He was beyond his control, "What's the matter, the skin is itchy again?" ?”

"The Bull Demon King is the Bull Demon King. What nonsense are you bragging about the Great Sage of Pingtian?" Yang Jian was dressed in black, surrounded by a faint evil spirit, shaking a paper fan and sarcastically sarcastically.

"I, the great sage, am calling at you, the little sage, how about it?"

The iron fan princess in the cave sat at the table and listened to the outside with bated breath. Although Erlang God was comparable in strength to his own old cow, the judicial god was famous for his tricks. More than 500 years ago, the old cow made his brothers equal Sheng was planted in his hands, and now he didn't know why he came to the door, which was really disturbing.

"Sister-in-law," Chen Xiang, who was tied to a pillar at the side, took the opportunity to say, and the panic just now disappeared, "You let me go, or my uncle will call in, and you will die!"

"What did you say, your uncle?" Princess Iron Fan stood up abruptly and asked closer.

"Yes," Chen Xiang listened to a few conversations between the Bull Demon King and the Iron Fan Princess, and he had a clue in his mind, and started to make up nonsense, "The old cow deliberately wanted to harm you, so he can go back and talk to Yumian in a down-to-earth manner." Fox that bitch lives!"

Princess Iron Fan was amused, and fanned the plantain fan with folded arms and asked, "How does he want to harm me?"

"Do you know who my uncle is?" Chen Xiang couldn't help but feel complacent.

"A country boy like you, where did you get such a capable uncle?"

"My uncle is Erlang Zhenjun, the divine god of justice. He is also called Erlang Xiaosheng. I don't know if you have heard of it." Chen Xiang naturally knew that Erlang's voice was enough to frighten this female Rakshasa, so he wanted to say it in a roundabout way, so as to make it easier for him. She is not suspicious.

"Erlang God, your uncle?" Princess Iron Fan's expression changed, "Hmph, what are you kidding!"

The confrontation outside the cave did not stop, Xiao Tiangou shouted: "Ox Demon King, quickly hand over Chen Xiang, my master may save you from death!"

The Bull Demon King smiled foolishly, patted his chubby belly and said, "He's here, come and get it if you can!"

Yang Jian's face changed slightly: "You ate him?"

Xiao Tiangou hid behind Yang Jian and asked, "Then, what about the Lotus Lantern?"

"What light?"

Xiao Tianquan rolled his eyes, "It's the bag he held in his hand when you grabbed Chen Xiang!"

The Bull Demon King didn't pay attention to this, he just laughed and said: "I ate in a hurry, so I didn't pay attention!"

Yang Jian's eyes turned cold, "If you don't kill Cuiyun Mountain today, my surname will not be Yang!"

"Wait!" Princess Iron Fan hurried out, "Zhenjun Erlang, your nephew is not dead, not dead! He is embarrassed to come to see you." Then he took out a cloud sock, "he said He stole a sock from you, and he said that this sock of yours can hold hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals, and if you find this sock, you won’t look for him again.”

"Where is he?"

"Go through the back door."

"Take me