Carried by the clouds and mist, he slowly flew to the front of the Huoyun Cave, and Yang Jian finally saw the true face of the sage of the human race.

I saw that his figure was a little short, but he was as heavy as a mountain, and his face was a little modest, but his eyes were bright, giving people a kind of majesty without anger.

As soon as Yang Jian's feet stepped on the ground, he saluted Dayu, "Thank you for the emperor's success." ”

"Don't be busy thanking, don't call me emperor anymore, I have retired from the position of co-master, and now I am just a monk practicing here. ”

Dayu's voice was as thick as his face, and he couldn't hear any loneliness in his words, but after saying this, Dayu's eyes showed a little nostalgia.

Yang Jian had to shout 'senior', because shouting 'first emperor' or something would be too disastrous to the scenery.

"Come in, although this place is a place of cultivation, there are often guests. ”

Dayu greeted and walked ahead to lead the way.

Yang Jian saw that Dayu was wearing a short shirt, barefoot, a coat, and a straw hat on his back, but he was more like a fisherman.

Thinking in his heart, Yang Jian's eyes showed some admiration.

This dress should be the 'battle robe' that Dayu often wears when controlling the water, and after Dayu took off the robe of the emperor, he put this clothes on again.

The eight 'human emperors' who practice here are all people who have great merits to the human race, Yang Jian didn't dare to look around, just looked at the road under his feet with low eyebrows, and followed behind Dayu.

A pair of cloth shoes came into view, and Dayu also stopped his pace.

Yang Jian hurriedly looked up, and saw an old man in a robe standing at the fork in front of him, with white hair and a slender body, just a cloth robe, but he had a fairy wind and crane bones.

This should be the person who spoke just now.

Yang Jian hurriedly stepped forward and said to the old man, but he didn't know what to call when he looked up, so he could only call out to his senior.

The old man smiled and said, "Yes, it's really good that Yuding can have a disciple like you." ”

"Thank you seniors for your help," Yang Jian thanked again.

The old man stroked his beard and smiled, and said: "You don't have to be formal, you don't have to be too polite, you go with Dayu to get the axe first, whether it is successful or not, you will come to me later." ”

"Yes. Yang Jian respectfully accepted the order, raised his head again, looked up again, but he couldn't see the old man's figure anymore.

But one of the seven openings at the fork in the road, one of which is slightly shiny, is the third on the right.

"Come with me," Dayu sighed, "that senior is the Shennong clan, the true sage of my human race." If it weren't for the indoctrination of this senior, I don't know how many people in the world would have died of extreme cold and sickness. ”

It was Shennong who saw himself just now?

Yang Jian thought back to the appearance of that human sage in his heart, but felt that he was more like a Taoist who had practiced for an unknown number of years.

Dayu walked ahead and walked towards the first hole on the left.

Yang Jian followed closely behind him, listening to the sound of water in front of him, he couldn't help but look up.

There is a closed gate in the cave, and there is a ten-zhang square waterhole in front of the gate, and there is a path made of stones, and above it are colorful stalactites, and there is constantly spiritual water dripping down.

Four big characters were written on the gate: [Wenming Chang'an].

I don't know what that means.

As Dayu walked through the path, the two gates slowly opened, Dayu made a gesture of please, Yang Jianqian took two steps back, Dayu finally showed some smiles, and walked in first.

Dayu smiled: "You are respectful, unlike some Taoist disciples, who always feel that we are just acting according to the mandate of heaven, and we are lucky to pick up some merits." ”

Yang Jian said: "The younger generation has the master's favor and is fortunate to worship in the Daomen, but before entering the Daomen, I was a human being, not a demon, not a spirit, not a spirit, not a monster; ”

Dayu nodded and sighed lightly: "Yes, I somewhat understand why Shennong's predecessors showed up to meet you." What you're looking for is right ahead, go find it yourself. ”

Yang Jian was stunned when he heard this, and looked up at the front.

At some point, he had already appeared in a large hall, with two rows of stone pillars in front of him, and at the end of the two rows of stone pillars, a huge axe was entwined by dozens of chains, trapped in mid-air.

How do I use it?

Yang Jian turned around, but he couldn't find Dayu's figure, there was a stone wall behind him, where was the portal?

This Huoyun Cave is really full of mysteries.

"Thank you seniors for your guidance," Yang Jian arched his hand upwards and walked forward, his whole body on guard.

In the few words that Dayu said, it can be speculated that whether this mountain axe can be obtained or not should be based on its own fate and creation, or there is some special method.

Why did Dayu seal the Kaishan axe? Dayu also said before that the Kaishan axe must be suppressed with the luck of the human emperor to suppress the ferocity, and it is an invincible weapon.

After the abdication, the luck of the emperor does not exist, so this axe must be sealed.

So, do you want to break the seal, or suppress the fierce energy in the mountain axe, or do you want to do both at the same time?

Yang Jian approached the mountain axe while thinking, but for some reason, the scene in front of him was quietly changing, and an inexplicable feeling of dizziness spread in his primordial spirit......

Dreamland?

No, it doesn't seem to be just a fantasy.

Yang Jian's heart seemed to have a door gradually closing, and he suddenly forgot a few obsessions in his heart, as if he had become another person.

On the other side, Dayu, who walked away next to Yang Jian at some point, trotted all the way to a square altar.

There were already six figures standing here, two gray-haired old men, a middle-aged man wearing an imperial robe with a long sword at his waist, and three other middle-aged scribes dressed in plain clothes.

An old man was holding a gossip plate in his hand, and another old man, Yang Jian, had just seen it.

Dayu walked to the altar and surrounded a platform with six people in white mist, and Yang Jian's figure was in the platform.

And Dayu, who had always been very majestic in front of Yang Jian before, showed a simple smile at this time and asked, "What do you seniors think, how is this little guy named Yang Jian?"

Shennong said with a smile: "I feel that this son has a tough heart and a perfect Dao heart, and he will definitely pass the test of this state of mind." ”

"No," a middle-aged scribe said with a smile, "We are all human races, and if we are humans, it is difficult to purify the six roots." You and I have been practicing enlightenment here for so many years, and in addition to the predecessors of Suiren and Shennong, how many of us have lived the illusion of the state of mind laid by the predecessors of Fuxi?"

The old man holding the gossip plate shook his head with a smile, stretched out his hand to the table, and Yang Jian's figure became clearer.

"The first level has been released," said the old man holding the gossip in his hand, "Fellow Daoists, look at it." ”

What is it?

The scenery in front of me gradually blurred, and finally turned into a cloud of mist.

Yang Jian wanted to walk forward, waved away the mist casually, and saw a majestic hall, two shadows flew out of the hall, and directly walked up and grabbed Yang Jian's wrist.

The person on the left, Ao Xinke, who took off his strict skirt and put on a cyan feather coat, was a delicate and incomprehensible object, and gently rubbed it on his arm.

The person on the right is a young girl, dressed almost the same as Ao Xinke, and her face is a little similar to Yang Xiaochan, but she is a little similar to Xiao Lan who amazed Yang Jian at the beginning.

"Who are you?" Yang Jian asked with a frown.

"Husband, husband, husband, have you forgotten me?"

Yang Jian's heart rippled boundlessly, and he hurriedly hugged Ao Xinke, and said softly: "How come, how...... But I am ...... Well, I was drunk last night. ”

As soon as he was pacified here, the girl on the other side stomped her feet: "Hmph! After my brother married my sister-in-law, I really became more and more indifferent to others!"

Yang Jian smiled awkwardly, looked at the girl, and said a word in his heart, Yang Jian wanted to hold it back, but his mouth didn't obey, and he said in a low voice: "Chan'er, don't think too much, brother always has you in his heart." ”

"Brother ......" 'Yang Xiaochan's eyes rippled in the Mid-Autumn Festival and leaned against Yang Jian's side.

And 'Ao Xinke' on the side said something softly in Yang Jian's ear, although it was intermittent, it made Yang Jian's brows furrow.

What are these words?

Let yourself take in your sister? This is the body's own sister! How could he do such a beastly thing?

But for some reason, Yang Jian felt like a fierce beast was running wild in his heart, and an unsightly picture appeared in his mind.

How could it be!

Yang Jian only felt that his hands and feet were cold, and he stood there staring for a while.

Could it be that he has always had feelings for Xiaochan that surpass that of his brother and sister?

No, no, it's not true! Even if there is some strange feeling, it is also snuffed out by itself!

'What are you afraid of, this is not your own sister...... Your soul is from another world, and she has nothing to do with you, so what are you waiting for?'

This voice was like a spell, and the more Yang Jian resisted this voice in his heart, the clearer the voice became.

In the end, Yang Jian held his head, had a splitting headache, and suddenly roared, and actually fainted.

On the altar in Huoyun Cave, the eyes of several people looked at the old man holding the gossip plate, and the corners of the old man's mouth showed some smiles, and his eyes also showed a little nostalgia.

The scribe shook his head and sighed, "Have you passed this level? ”

Dayu said: "That's not the case, as long as he has a feeling in his heart, if he doesn't face it, he will be sad to pass this pass." ”

The middle-aged man in the yellow robe smiled and said: "I really appreciate this son, the person who flew out of the hall to greet him was the person he had been tempted to love, but I didn't expect it to be just two women, but it can be described as innocent." If you change my ......"

The scribe beside the yellow-robed man shook his head and said, "Say less, thirty thousand." ”

"Hahaha!" the yellow-robed man didn't care, but laughed happily.

The old man holding the gossip plate shook his head and sighed, and looked at the table a little, and the picture inside changed again, and it was actually a picture that made people's blood gush.

But the picture is very blurry, obviously the old man holding the gossip plate in his hand has exerted his magical powers, and has not let the woman in Yang Jian's heart leak out of the slightest spring.

The yellow-robed man sighed, naturally a little disappointed.

"It's terrible to fall into this situation," Dayu's thick eyebrows wrinkled.

In the painting, Yang Jian sat on a bed, his hands clutching the bed tightly, his eyes were red, the corners of his mouth were bloody, and he was completely blind to the two women beside him......

"Brother...... Don't you want to?"

"What's wrong with today, husband?"

With two slight sighs of resentment, Yang Jian's heart seemed to have a few ants crawling around, and he couldn't bear it.

"I only believe in the things I remember in my heart! I don't remember when I got married to you, and I don't remember that I had anything with Xiaochan that exceeded the etiquette!"

Yang Jian closed his eyes violently and shouted, "The illusion is shattered!"

opened his eyes suddenly, and there were two unbearable smiles beside him, and behind the curtain in front of him, a graceful figure came.

"Jian'er, what's wrong with you?