Guided by the golden light, Yang Jian didn't have much effort, and left the land of the desolate Wubu Continent, and before the six Ya could return to their senses, they arrived in front of the palace.

Ahead is a golden gate with three large golden letters on it:

'Wa Palace'.

Nuwa is a saint's name, and it cannot be written directly on the door plaque, but there is a reason why Nuwa is called 'Wa Huang', and it is not called at random.

In front of the palace gate, the golden talisman in Yang Jian's hand stopped shaking and flew into the crack of the door as golden light, while Yang Jian pulled Liuya to wait in front of the door.

Yang Jian instructed: "After entering, don't talk nonsense, don't bump into the saint Niangniang." ”

"Hey," Liuya had already wiped away the tears and cheered up. She was afraid of causing trouble to Bai Ze, and her nervous palms were a little sweaty.

Seeing that Liuya's mood was stable, Yang Jian straightened his body and shouted at the palace gate: "Junior, Yang Jian of Yuxu Palace, ask to see the saint Niangniang!"

The voice fell, the palace door in front of him slowly opened, and two girls in cloud clothes, carrying two lanterns on the left and right, walked out.

The girl on the left spoke, her voice was like a blue bird whispering, and she turned her gaze: "Niangniang has a will, Yang Jian will bring the six girls into the hall to meet you." ”

The first time he met the saint in person, Yang Jian was also a little nervous; as the saying goes, the prime minister's five officials in front of the door, the boy next to the saint's mother, really can't be lazy.

"Thank you," Yang Jian bowed, took Liuya's wrists, followed behind the two virgins, stepped into the gate, stepped on the cloud road, and headed towards the main hall.

Liuya whispered, "Brother Yang Jian, do I want to carry lanterns in the future?"

The two virgins chuckled when they heard this, and they both turned their heads to look at Liuya secretly, but they had heard their master say earlier that if they wanted to accept a female apprentice today, it should be Liuya.

The cloud road was very long, the two virgins walked very slowly, and Yang Jian didn't dare to walk in front, so he walked along.

The Wa Palace is a little cold, and there is no other scenery except for the white clouds. Fortunately, there are wonderful Taoist rhymes everywhere here, and if you practice here, you can really get twice the result with half the effort.

Yang Jian: "Sure enough, it is a treasure land for cultivation." ”

"Huh," a virgin chuckled, and said, "Zhenjun is really good at laughing, this place is my mother's dojo, and it is not comparable to those caves and blessed lands in the wilderness." ”

"Not bad, not bad. Yang Jian smiled and nodded, not knowing what to say.

Let him grovel to the two girls? That doesn't sound like words, and it's not necessary.

The virgin on one side smiled and said: "I often hear people say that Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun is the god of war in the world, good at fighting and fighting, profound mana, strong martial arts, I can see it today, how can I be so beautiful, not fierce at all." ”

Yang Jian asked rhetorically: "I don't know what the two fairies are called?"

"We are spiritual children who serve Niangniang, not monks, and we do not deserve the title of fairies. My name is Caiyun, and she calls Caiyi. ”

Yang Jian smiled and nodded, wrote down the two names, and when Liuya was settled, he would also say a few good words, so that the two of them could take care of Liuya more on weekdays.

If Liuya does something wrong, it is good that someone will intercede in front of the saint Niangniang.

After walking for a while, I finally arrived at the front of the hall, and Caiyun and Caiyi stood at the door of the hall with lanterns left and right, bowing their heads and bowing to each other.

Yang Jian arched his hand and entered the hall with Liuya.

As soon as his toes touched the ground, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed, Liuya disappeared beside him, and Yang Jian appeared directly in a cave.

The cave looked like a hundred-zhang diameter 'cylinder', with a light green pillar of light falling from it, and a pool of white mist in front of it.

Above the pool, stone slabs are interspersed horizontally and vertically, and the stone slabs cut the pool into pools, each of which seems to have a spiritual spring gushing.

"Yang Jian?"

The soft tone was slightly curious, and the voice was coming from ahead.

As soon as Yang Jian wanted to reply, he heard the sound of rushing water...... He seemed to see a snake tail that flashed with colorful aura, and it flashed away.

Hurry up and don't dare to look more, what he is about to face is a female saint, if the saint Niangniang minds this, he will really be unlucky today.

"Junior, Yang Jian of Yuxu Palace, meet the saint Niangniang. Yang Jian shouted honestly.

"Is your worship just talking?" A chuckle came from his ears, and Yang Jian felt that someone was standing beside him, but he didn't squint and didn't dare to turn his head to look.

Yang Jian said: "I haven't seen the Holy Body of Niangniang, and the younger generation doesn't know where to worship." ”

"You look forward and look up. ”

The voice echoed in his ears, Yang Jian slowly raised his head, but saw a woman sitting quietly in the middle of the pool, her long light green hair spilling down, covering her crystal skin;

Natural, innocent, mature, gentle, holy, majestic but not half majestic, and people can't rise to any evil thoughts.

The beauty of mortal women is more beautiful than beautiful facial features and graceful posture;

The beauty of fairies is more beautiful than fairy bones and fairies, and it is not stained with fireworks;

And the beauty of this female saint, Yang Jian couldn't find the right words to describe it, and even felt that the word 'beauty' was too shallow and thin, not enough to describe what he saw and felt.

It seems that heaven and earth were born, and the definition of 'beauty' by all souls comes from this.

Yang Jian made a gesture and said: "Yang Jian meets the saint Niangniang." ”

But it's so mixed up.

Finally, I met one of the six saints.

Yang Jian didn't bow down, Nuwa didn't seem to be annoyed, but a shallow smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "You brought the Dao fruit of Houtu according to your words, I should also tell you that method, perhaps, you should have heard it in Houtu's mouth." ”

"Twenty-four Rank Reincarnation Purple Jade Lotus Terrace?" Yang Jian asked directly.

"Yes, that's it. Nuwa said softly, "I've told you how to do it, you can go back on your own." ”

"!"

Yang Jian hurriedly shouted, and Nuwa sat there quietly without moving, with a lot of amusement in her eyes.

Yes, the saint was waiting for him to ask for help.

In the flood wilderness, there is no saying that 'if you meet a saint, you will worship', but if the creatures in the flood can see the true face of the saint, even Da Luo Jinxian will kneel down to worship.

To put it simply, in this desolation, those who can face the saint without kneeling are just those who have great powers and supernatural powers from ancient times.

Yang Jian, born in the human race, although he is the nephew of the Jade Emperor, but in terms of seniority and seniority, he cannot be compared with those ancient powers.

I never thought that Nuwa's dignified saint would also be worried about Yang Jian's junior.

If it was for his own business, Yang Jian would rather endure the pain, and he would not easily ask for help, but the master's way is ......

Yang Jian had to let go of the pride in his heart, bent his legs, slowly knelt beside the pool, and said earnestly:

"...... I know that Niangniang has the twenty-four reincarnation purple jade lotus platform, my master treats me like a mountain, if I can ask Niangniang to give the lotus platform to treat my master's way injury, Yang Jian, let Niangniang drive. ”

"Get up," Nuwa said indifferently, and Yang Jian's figure stood up on its own, not in the slightest bit under Yang Jian's control.

Say what you say!

Nuwa said: "This lotus platform is an innate treasure, and its origin is a lotus seed of the Chaos Blue Lotus, which is really precious. Indeed, I have something for you to do, and if you can do it well, this lotus platform can lend you for itself. ”

Is that simple?

Yang Jian didn't dare to be careless, and asked: "I don't know what Niangniang said?" Yang Jian didn't dare to disobey the holy will, but he knew that his skills were limited, and he was afraid of living up to Niangniang's expectations. ”

"Only you can do it, and only you can do it. ”

"Oh? ”

Nuwa said indifferently: "Write down the eight or nine Xuangong you have practiced word for word, and the lotus platform can lend you three years." ”

Yang Jian was stunned.

Nuwa said again: "Write down the wonderful way of your enlightenment to the Pangu Great God, and Liantai can borrow you for another three years." ”

Yang Jian was really stunned.

It's been a long time, so many turns, so many twists and turns, just for this?

That's right, as a saint, Nuwa deliberately used 'worship' to embarrass herself, but in fact, it was also to get some face back.

He has only been practicing for a thousand years, and the disciples of the three generations of the Daomen are two generations behind Nuwa, and the year is even worse by tens of thousands of years, and Nuwa actually asked for the exercises he practiced!

Even if you go out and say this, I'm afraid no one will believe it, right?

Not only did no one believe it, even if 100,000 monks were killed, no one would dare to say the word 'believe'.

Yang Jian said: "Where am I writing?"

"It's a big deal, you just tell me about it. But whatever is written and written down, as long as it remains in this world, the way of heaven will be felt, and others will know it. Nuwa raised her hand, and the entire cave was filled with a faint light green, "I have read the eight or nine Xuangong of the Daomen, you don't have to use this exercise to deceive me." ”

"I don't dare to deceive Niangniang, it's just that the eight or nine Xuangong I practiced is probably the same volume as Niangniang's knowledge. ”

Yang Jian's words paused, and without waiting for Nuwa to speak, he slowly recited the eight or nine Xuangong he had cultivated.

After a while, Nuwa said, "I think you should only be in the Yunzhu Realm now, why do you have such combat power?"

Saints aren't omniscient.

"The method of cultivation is slightly different," Yang Jian did not hide it, and since he practiced eight or nine Xuangong, every layer has broken through the consummation of Xuangong and touched the limit of Xuangong.

The pain of forging muscles, the pain of boiling bones, the nine layers of blood exchange, and the thousands of forgings, these are all said one by one, so that Nuwa nodded lightly when she heard it.

"So that's the case," Nuwa said softly, "Eighty-nine Xuangong is in the hands of Daomen disciples, if there is a famous teacher to help and obtain the elixir immortal fruit, it is a quick method, and it only takes a thousand years to create a physical cultivator comparable to the Yuanshen Daluo, but that has reached the end of the eighty-nine Xuangong, and it can no longer be advanced." You've taken a very different path. ”

What Nuwa said also made Yang Jian quite touched.

He came from a later life, and the original Yang Jian may have cultivated the 'consummation' eighty-nine Xuangong, not the 'extreme' eighty-nine Xuangong, so before he was sealed as a god, he may have reached the seventh or eighth level, and his combat power in the god was amazing and he shined.

But after becoming a god, when he went to the west, he fought with that monkey, and the original Yang Jian only barely gained an advantage.

From Fengshen to Journey to the West, it seems that Yang Jian's supernatural powers and mana have not improved much, perhaps because the eight or nine Xuangong has come to an end.

But today, he's taken a different path.

The Yunzhu Realm was just about to be consummated, and Yang Jian already had the ability to hurt the quasi-sect master; if he didn't break through the limit of the Yunzhu Realm, Yang Jian was not ready to continue his cultivation next.

After saying this, Yang Jian took the initiative to say: "Niangniang, I can't say the wonderful way that opens the world, it's probably just a kind of ......."

"One of a kind or what?"

"A feeling," Yang Jian sat on his palms and gestured, "a rhyme ......"

Nuwa's left arm was raised in the pool, and Yang Jian suddenly felt that he couldn't move, and stood there stunned.

"Come on, if you think about that rhyme in your heart, I will realize it myself. ”

Come here?

Where did it come from?

Before Yang Jian could come back to his senses, his body suddenly floated up, completely uncontrollable, and he couldn't think of resisting at all, so he fell into the pool, facing Nuwa.

The tip of the nose is not more than a foot at all!

Yang Jian's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he quickly closed his eyes, but a small hand was pressed against his chest, cold and with a soft force, which made his mind relax instantly.

"Memories are. ”

"Hey, okay. Yang Jian answered, wanting to calm down, but he was always a little ......

Well, the heart ape.