After settling Xiao Lan, Yang Jian incarnated back to the mouth of the Guan River, and after pondering for a while, his mind shifted.

The avatar sits in the gazebo, closing its eyes and recuperating as if it were practicing.

When I opened my eyes, it was naturally a small but warm space in the jade pendant, surrounded by distorted light.

Yang Jian looked out through a flat wall of light, and could see a piece of buildings flashing quickly, and Ao Xinke, who was wearing a jade pendant, seemed to be in a hurry.

Just now, Xiao Lan's heart was on fire, and Yang Jian also knew that Ao Xinke had some trouble with the incarnation, so he asked Ao Xinke to prepare a room for him, and he wanted to come to the Fog Spirit Realm to meet Ao Xinke.

It's only been a hundred years of retreat, and Yang Jian is about to move his ass and leave, and he is somewhat lacking in heart.

But Yang Jian said to Liulibao that there were some urgent matters outside that needed to be dealt with, and the old man also deliberately opened the door for Yang Jian, and directly let Yang Jian return to Xuandu City.

Kind and simple saint remnant.

Yang Jian's Xuan Body took a small step forward at this time, and his strength was a few points stronger than when he made a big fuss in the Lingxiao Palace, even if he encountered the Black Spirit Lord, he also had the confidence to win a battle.

Unleashed seventy-two changes, it turned into a rope wrapped around the 'goods' carried by several chaotic creatures, and blended into the fog spirit realm with ease.

As soon as he entered the Fog Spirit Realm, Yang Jian's eyes lit up.

In just a hundred years, under the secret auspices of Ao Xinke, there were all kinds of arrangements in the fog spirit realm, such as the large arrays that could be seen everywhere, and the more than ten drifting immortal islands were each protected by a solid large array, some similar to the Dragon Clan's Crystal Palace.

People come and go everywhere, and the Chaos Spirit Clan is endless, and the aura of the masters here has nearly doubled compared to when Yang Jian came to the Fog Spirit Clan a hundred years ago!

This is only a hundred years, and it is not too long for ordinary Chaos Spirit Clans.

What kind of development of 'trade', increasing 'freedom' and 'sense of recognition' all comes from Yang Jian's mouth.

And how to do it is Ao Xinke's endless days and nights to ponder and practice.

It's really hard for her.

Just think of the fact that she tried so hard to complete the tasks assigned by the saint master for him while she was in retreat, and he also played chess every day to make fun of a little ......

A deep sense of guilt arose.

Turning into an old Taoist who can be seen everywhere, Yang Jian wandered around the main immortal island of the fog spirit realm for a long time, and finally found the place he had agreed with before.

This is a palace of the Lord of the Fog Spirit, and when he heard that Yang Jian was coming, he had already quickly cleaned it up, drove away the guards and maids who were here on weekdays, and replaced them with a few henchmen and maidservants who were controlled by Ao Xinke.

Yang Jian drifted into the palace protected by the heavy array like a wisp of smoke, and the doppelganger floated out of the jade pendant in Ao Xinke's arms on its own and returned to Yang Jian himself

After not seeing each other face to face for a hundred years, Yang Jian wanted to give Ao Xinke a bear hug, but when those gentle eyes looked at him, most of the distracting thoughts in Yang Jian's heart suddenly dissipated.

In front of her, no matter how irritable her temper is, she will gradually become supple.

"Husband," Ao Xinke bowed.

Yang Jian took two steps forward, first holding her hands, and then embraced her into his arms, smelling the faint fragrance on her body.

The main hall was sealed by Xuanqi, and Yang Jian was bored for a hundred years, and he really didn't want to say a word, just took off his clothes......

It wasn't until the dragon girl repeatedly asked for mercy that a certain true monarch reluctantly let it go.

Friends are naturally best at the wine table, and husband and wife are naturally the best place to discuss on the soft couch and in the pool.

The sound of water was faint, and a faint fairy mist lingered, and Yang Jian had already coughed dryly more than ten times, and he still couldn't open his mouth.

"Husband," the dragon girl leaned over beside him, and the silky green silk was like a waterfall, spreading on Yang Jian's body, "But there is something difficult that cannot be said?"

Yang Jian nodded, 'um'.

Ao Xinke sighed lightly, looking at Yang Jian's eyes, his small hands wrapped around his waist, a little worried between his eyebrows, and some expressions that he knew he would do.

"Xiao Lan or Feng Wu, or Kong Xuan in the glazed tomb?"

Yang Jian blinked suddenly, and muttered: "What's the matter with this Guan Kong Xuan? Xinke, don't talk nonsense." ”

"What nonsense," Ao Xinke suddenly lowered his head and lightly bit Yang Jian's shoulder, Yang Jian hurriedly reined in Xuanqi Xuangang, but don't collapse her little dragon teeth.

"It's Xiao Lan," Yang Jian summoned from the truth, and his attitude was quite correct, "I know that I owe you this matter, so I stopped the retreat and asked you to accuse you." If you don't, I'll have to excuse myself, but now I do have some ...... for her The love of men and women. ”

Yang Jian really didn't know how he said such bastard words.

Ao Xinke sighed lightly and said in a low voice: "I don't fight with her for anything, the husband doesn't want to spoil the newcomer, I have already created it." ”

"How could it be," Yang Jian hurriedly hugged the jade man in his arms, all kinds of losses, and talked about how to be in the future, but he didn't feel comfortable listening to Ao Xinke.

"Husband, why are you so afraid of this?" Ao Xinke looked at Yang Jian and said in a low voice, "Which dragon son in the Dragon Palace is not a wife and concubine, and Mei Ji is too many to count? ”

Yang Jian couldn't answer for a while, and he couldn't explain how his values were formed.

Ao Xinke chuckled, a little pretending to be free, but still gentle as water.

"Husband, you are a human race, the concubine is from the dragon family, and you are congenitally insufficient. ”

Ao Xinke looked at Yang Jian and said in a low voice: "Maybe I won't be able to extend the incense for my husband in the future, even if my husband doesn't have a relationship with Xiao Lan's sister, I should think about my husband." ”

Yang Jian frowned, "You still think about this?"

"This is my duty, I should think about it, otherwise I should be scolded for being ignorant. ”

"Who dares to scold you?" Yang Jian replied with a straight face, and then sighed again, and most of the boredom in his heart dissipated.

Yang Jian said: "I haven't actually thought about the matter of heirs, the cultivation of Xuangong has reached the realm of mine, if I don't want to, it will indeed not be." ”

Ao Xinke's eyes were a little sad, and he said in a low voice: "Is it because my husband dislikes my background?"

"Don't be foolish, I don't want children because of this great world. ”

Yang Jian sighed, looked at the lightly flickering star map on the top of the hall, and said softly: "You and I dare not say that we can survive the future catastrophe, how can we protect the child?

"Husband......

"Let's wait until we have passed the catastrophe," Yang Jian looked at the dragon girl and hugged her hard, "When we pass the catastrophe, or I have enough strength to protect you and the children in the future, we will ask him for ten or eight, I will go outside to fight and kill, and you can take the baby at home with peace of mind, how about it?"

Ao Xinke blushed and smiled, and Yang Jian was also amused by himself.

Take a break, but it's a time of love.

......

Yang Jian stayed in the Fog Spirit Realm for three days, and set the main plan to 'infiltrate' the Soul Realm, so he left the incarnation to drill into the jade pendant, and returned to the glazed cave to practice.

Ao Xinke didn't seem to take Xiao Lan's matter to heart, but he always had some minds, and Yang Jian was depressed for a while after leaving, and then gradually relieved.

Yang Jian entered the Xuandu City, deliberately inspected everywhere, talked a few words with the four puppet masters, and entered the tomb of the saint again.

This time, when passing by the Heart Sea Boundary Monument, the Boundary Monument Daoist did not reappear.

This remnant ......

Yang Jian really wanted to arrest the Boundary Monument Daoist and torture him, and ask about the details of the strong enemy, so that he could know himself and his opponent.

But the stele itself is quite mysterious, Yang Jian tried some means, but he was like a mud cow entering the sea, and there was no response, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

When he really stepped into the realm of the saint, he asked the Lord of the Glass Treasure how to explore under the saint's tomb.

The Lord of the Glazed Treasure opened the door to pick him up, and after Yang Jian thanked him, he sat back in his old position, closed his eyes for a moment, and had already recovered the realm of retreat and enlightenment.

In the heart, the undefeated golden body is constantly circulating, and the magic formulas of ** Xuangong confirm and exclude each other.

Yang Jian meditated on all of them, and without the concern of returning to the flood wilderness and going to the fog spirit realm every day, Yang Jian gradually fell deeper and deeper into this retreat......

There are not many physical cultivation methods in the flood wilderness, and the ** Xuangong that has been broken by Yang Jian's true face is the most pinnacle of physical cultivation methods, and it is the core of Pangu Shendao.

Originally, the owner of the glazed treasure wanted to pass on Yang Jian's undefeated golden body, so that Yang Jian could cultivate this holy avenue, which was not only to pass on the mantle, but also to create an existence like the glazed saint back then.

However, the various visions presented by Yang Jian when he fused the Dinghai Divine Pearl, and the rare appearance of the ** Xuangong Dao rhyme, made the glazed treasure master directly change his mind.

Although it is a saint remnant, his eyesight is still there.

The cultivation of the physical body is different from the cultivation of the primordial spirit, and the cultivation of the physical body to the peak is to brew its own unique avenue within itself, so that this avenue runs through the sea of Taoist rules and becomes a unique avenue to prove the Tao with strength.

The way of the Yuan Shen lies in experiencing the existing avenue, cultivating, controlling, and stepping to the peak of this avenue, and then jumping out of the avenue and standing on the avenue.

Therefore, Yang Jian was learning from the Dao of the glazed sage back then to confirm the Dao of the Pangu God, and then groped hard in it, trying to get out of his own way.

What is the Tao?

When he first practiced, Yang Jian might be able to say what the Tao was in a few hours, what was the trajectory of the Tao between heaven and earth, and how the monks practiced the Tao.

Then, as I saw more and more strength, my experience became more and more different.

If someone asked Yang Jian what the Tao was a hundred years ago, Yang Jian might have demonstrated with moves and communicated with his feelings.

But now, if someone asks Yang Jian what the Tao is, Yang Jian will point to himself.

The Tao is in the middle of this.