Chentang Pass.

General Yang's Mansion, Yang Jian in mysterious clothes, stepped into the mansion with a black fan in his hand. Yuan Hong behind him couldn't help but talk in disgust: "This Li Jing is simply a dog-faced. He keeps staring at the gift box in our hands when he comes in. Why? Are you afraid that we can't afford to give gifts?"

"Stingy, snobbish."

Yuan Hong was talking all the way, and Yang Jian even smiled and shook his head, "Okay, no one is perfect, just a little bit of a small personality, it's not harmful."

In Yang Jian's mind, there is no perfect person in the world. As long as the small shortcomings do not affect the overall situation, it doesn't matter. However, Yuan Hong couldn't help but curl his lips. Anyway, he didn't like Li Jing at all.

Just as Yang Jian smiled and shook his head, Yuan Hong kept talking. As soon as the two stepped into the back garden, a blue figure appeared in the pavilion, Yuan Hong's monkey eyes suddenly widened, and instinctively had the idea of ​​leaving. The smile on Yang Jian's face was stiff, and at the same time, he grabbed Yuan Hong with one hand.

"A disciple, pay homage to the master."

Yang Jian bowed without a smile, and Yuan Hong, who was standing beside him, also smiled and bowed: "Yuan Hong greets Master."

Qingyun in the pavilion stood proudly, and there was a huge jade unicorn behind him. He looked at his two disciples' mouths slowly curled up and sneered: "Why, why do my two disciples feel like they want to leave? Is it so scary for my master?"

After a question, Yuan Hong hurriedly walked forward, his usual beating movements became more and more orderly. He respectfully picked up the tea tree beside him to make tea, and at the same time he pleased, "Master, don't you think your disciple is dazzling?"

Yang Jian was even smarter and went up to look at his master's mount. He couldn't help but exclaim: "Master, this jade unicorn is rich in spiritual energy, it is really a rare spiritual beast."

Look, how long it took for both of them to be polite, and they were still so seamless that Qingyun smiled and shook his head after hearing this.

"Okay, you both sit down. I want to tell you if you have something to do."

"Master, please speak."

Yuan Hong respectfully held the teacup with both hands, Qingyun smiled and took a sip, and then laughed and said, "I'm a teacher who has great luck in Chentang Pass."

Under Yuan Hong's curious gaze, Yang Jian seemed to be thinking. There was no stranger born in Chentang Pass recently. Only the three sons of the Li Jing family. Moreover, he had seen any talented people within a radius of hundreds of miles of Chentang Pass. He would have pulled them into the army. He said that.

Yang Jian seemed to have guessed something, but Yuan Hong scratched his head happily and said, "Master, who is it?"

Yuan Hong thought his master was going to take in apprentices, so their master would have new toys, and they would not have to be teased by his master.

Qingyun smiled and shook his head without any trace, stroking the smooth and soft scales of his mount, and laughed: "The formerly of Li Jing's third son was the Spirit Bead. It was originally a treasure of the Golden Light Cave of Qianyuan Mountain. It was obtained by the primitive saints. Later, for some reason, he fell into the palm of the Nuwa Saint again, but now he has been born in the mortal world."

"What does Master mean?" Yuan Hong was already very excited, and even Yang Jian on the side guessed that his master was about to take this person as his disciple.

However, Yuan Hong, who was still happy just now, suddenly didn't know what he thought of, and his face suddenly fell down, looking at his master, "Master, if you accept Li Jing's son as your disciple, we will be brothers in the future. What about the snobbish Li Jing? Could it be that Yuan Hong, I, should I, have to meet and salute?"

He glared at his disciple angrily, and didn't know what he was thinking all day long. Qingyun said angrily: "Li Jing's third son Nezha has been in a master-disciple relationship, so it has nothing to do with being a master. It's just that he can't bear to see the child being plotted against."

When Qingyun sat down, the Yu Qilin beside him lay obediently on the ground. After waved his hand, Yang Jian and Yuan Hong also sat down one after another, but the two sitting on the stone pier only sat one third of the seat.

"I came to Chentang Pass to meet a strange person, so I learned everything. The twelve golden immortals of the Anarchy Sect each committed a murderous disaster, but now they want to recruit disciples to block the disaster..."

After explaining it, Yuan Hong was scratching his head, and the golden monkey eyes were filled with anger, and he couldn't help but curse: "It's vicious."

Although Yang Jian didn't say anything, his cold face could be seen, and Qingyun glared at the two of them even more angry.

"Do you think everyone is a master? It's a bad luck to accept your disciples. This is a lot of luck. The result is that I have accepted so many disciples, and each of them is a kidnapping. People who are a disciple are recruiting disciples to block the kidnapping for themselves. You are also lucky enough to tell fortunes, but you have to share the kidnapping for your disciples."

After hearing this, Yuan Hong suddenly became embarrassed, scratched his ears and cheeks at a loss, so he had to come over with a cup of tea again, and Yang Jian on the side nodded gratefully.

After seeing this, Qingyun smiled and shook his head and said, "Don't behaved by my daughter. Since you are your disciples, you will naturally know that you are born in response to the disaster before this. Moreover, this killing disaster is not born for you for nothing, and your luck is also associated with it."

He has so many plans and has taken so many apprentices. Isn’t it just for this luck? Of course, this is mutual benefit.

"Yang Jian, be prepared and train soldiers and horses well."

After hearing Qingyun's instructions, Yang Jian was not surprised at all, but nodded calmly, "Master, I understand."

Yang Jian understood that the killing disaster was coming as his master said, and this killing was definitely indispensable.

"Under the killing disaster, you are the ones who are born in response to the disaster. Your own luck is naturally strong, so you are in a high position, and there are people who are protected by the king's luck. This way of cultivation is also a rare thousand miles a day."

If he looked at his disciple with a deep meaning, Yang Jian realized that he nodded solemnly, "Master, the disciple understands that the best practice in the killing disaster is to gather luck, not to practice hard."

Yang Jian's calmness and wisdom were looking at Qingyun with satisfaction. In fact, Yang Jian had already discovered that he was in a high position and had the help of the human king's luck to practice. Compared with the past, it seemed that when his luck suddenly grew, his cultivation level was faster.

Therefore, he even understood a truth that the fastest way to practice in the killing disaster is not to practice hard, but to strengthen one's own luck.

"I got a news from my army that Dongbo Hou may have to rebel. It won't take long for the King of Shang to send troops to suppress the rebellious princes. Your senior brother Wen Zhong is in Beihai again, which is a perfect opportunity."

The meaning is very clear. What are the ways to strengthen your luck? The first is to be in a high position, the second is to be famous all over the world, and the other is to make great achievements in military achievements. To put it bluntly, it is to kill people!

All the princes in the world have luck. If they are ordered by the king to fight against the rebellion, the luck of suppressing the princes is naturally due to the great Shang Dynasty, but those who have made contributions will also be rewarded.

Yang Jian seemed to have guessed something, and silently looked at his master and whispered: "I wonder if Master, who will my disciple lead the troops to fight this time?"

"Your junior brothers."

Qingyun's indifferent words suddenly flashed in Yang Jian's eyes. He knew that this was planned by his master for their disciples. Before the killing disaster comes, he will strengthen his luck. The more his luck, the higher his cultivation level, the greater his chance of passing the killing disaster.

"Be prepared, Yuan Hong, you can follow the teacher first. This time you have a great opportunity."

After hearing the word "opportunity", Yuan Hong was not only not excited, but his face turned green. He immediately looked at his master. Looking at his master's smug smile, he looked at his senior brother pitifully again.

At this time, after hearing that he had no one, Yang Jian immediately pretended to be contemplative, as if he was thinking about how he should prepare for the army. Yuan Hong was crying without tears when he saw it.

"Master, my disciple's cultivation is not weak!" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw his master's squinting eyes, and Yuan Hong's face changed, and he patted his chest with a serious face and said, "Don't worry, Master, I will definitely not insult Master's reputation."

Looking at Yuan Hong who was slapping and shaking his chest, Qingyun immediately smiled, "Don't worry, this time, I will give you a reputation that will be so popular with the sky. At that time, the three realms will surely spread your name to Yuan Hongding."

Fame?

After hearing this, Yuan Hong suddenly widened his eyes. His biggest wish was to be a high-ranking official. It seemed that he had opened his eyes when he went to Heaven for the first time and was even more fascinated. It was also from that time that he had the addiction to sitting high and becoming a high-ranking official in his heart.

If all the three realms heard about Yuan Hong's name, wouldn't it be respected wherever he went in the future? He would think that he was no less powerful than Zhao Gongming's.

Yuan Hong, who was in a hot heart, couldn't help but nodded excitedly and said, "Master, don't worry."

Yang Jian, who was standing beside him, saw Yuan Hong's appearance of being sold and helping him count money, suddenly sighed silently in his heart, "I'm not dead, fellow Taoist, Junior Brother Yuan Hong, you have a good journey, Senior Brother is waiting for you to come back in the army."

"Yang Jian, this time I go to the battle, I have to have a status symbol. You can bring this Jade Qilin with you, after all, the opportunity is rare."

Yang Jian nodded respectfully at his master's request. With his strong luck, the newborn spirit beast would also be taken care of. He even reached out and touched the black furry swelling dog on his waist.

"Walk."

Qingyun chuckled and directly turned Yuan Hong into a flash of light to escape. Looking at the steaming tea in the pavilion and the obedient jade qilin, Yang Jian couldn't help but smile and said with a ventricular smile: "You just feel wronged and follow Yang Jian for a while."

Yu Qilin nodded gently, stretched his head and rubbed his chest. Yang Jian suddenly smiled brightly. Only such innocent spirit beasts or ferocious beasts would be so simple. If you like them, you will not have any scheming.

Wow ~

After feeling that his master had a new love, the Xiaotian Dog in his bag couldn't help but scream. When Yang Jian saw that he even untied the bag, a black dog suddenly came out.

He kept shaking his tail excitedly and rubbing his trousers around his trousers. Yang Jian even laughed loudly.

Shouyang Mountain.

In the distant mountains and forests, Yuan Hong, who was more than eight feet tall, looked Yingwei wearing a phoenix-winged purple gold crown, a lock-corner golden armor, a lotus silk walking on the clouds, and a qi, water and fire stick in his hand. He was really wearing a golden armor and a golden crown reflected on his head.

At this time, Yuan Hong looked as if he was constantly scratching his ears and cheeks, as if he was showing suspicion. Qingyun on the side nodded with satisfaction, "No, it looks a little bit like it, but it's still almost done. He is a little taller and you are seven feet tall."

Yuan Hong scratched his ears and cheeks in confusion, and changed his body instantly. His body became shorter. The strong man who was more than eight feet tall instantly became seven feet tall. Qingyun shook his head again and said, "No, it's too strong. He wants to have a thin face, just like a skeleton who looks like a sick skeleton."

Yuan Hong was puzzled again, and transformed himself into a much thinner figure. Qingyun nodded with satisfaction when he saw it, but when he saw the weapon in Yuan Hong's palm, he shook his head and said, "Your weapon is wrong."

Yuan Hong suddenly scratched his ears and faces, but Qingyun smiled and shook his head and blew the fairy air. Suddenly, the weapons in Yuan Hong's palm changed, and even the names on the weapons changed.

The two ends are surrounded by two golden metal plates, and in the middle is a black iron (black), with starry doughs on it, and a line of engraved words "Ruyi Golden Cudgel, weighing 13,500 kilograms", and dense patterns and dragon-patterned phoenix seals.

Thinking of the description in the original Journey to the West, Qingyun immediately smiled with satisfaction. That's right.

The original Journey to the West is very controversial about Sun Wukong's height, not four feet long? It's about one meter three, but this passage was said by the Demon King of the World.

The original book says this, "You are less than four feet tall, you are only thirty years old, and you have no weapons in your hands, so how can you be bold and arrogant?" This demon king of the world is obviously ridiculing and despising, just like swearing. How could Sun Wukong be less than thirty years old at that time?

It is obvious that Sun Wukong is less than four feet tall and takes it out of context, and the following text also says this.

The walker smiled and said, "Your son is so eye-catching! Although your grandfather is a small one..." The great sage was not afraid. When the monster hit him, he bowed his waist and it was three feet long and ten feet long. The demon was so panicked that he pressed the steel fork.

From here, we can see that Sun Wukong is three feet tall and ten feet long, which means Sun Wukong’s height should be about seven feet.

After looking at Yuan Hong's appearance, Qingyun smiled and nodded, "No, remember, now you are the Monkey King Sun Wukong."

Yuan Hong scratched his ears and said suspiciously: "Master, this name does not sound very good, but the title of "The Monkey King" is really good."

Qingyun smiled and shook his head. Yuan Hong was quick-thinking, as if he had guessed what he was going to do at this moment. He couldn't help but hesitate: "Master, aren't you and me changing like this? Are you afraid of being found?"

Qingyun smiled and nodded with satisfaction, "Yes, you are so cautious, you deserve the teachings you have been a teacher for many years."

"Whether this is the thirty-six changes of Tiangang or the seventy-two changes of Earth Evil, although it is a magical power of change, and it cannot be recognized by ordinary monks who have practiced it to the Mahayana. However, there are two nemesis in the same realm. The first is the magical power that can distinguish the changes, such as the fire-eyed golden eyes! Heavenly eyes! etc."

"The second one is the word "Story", which is where people ask immortals to support phoenixes and ask for divination and yarrow, and can know the principles of seeking good fortune and avoiding bad luck. By pinching them, they can distinguish the authenticity of you, and can also patrol and follow the traces."

After hearing this, Yuan Hong shook his head even more and said suspiciously: "Master, is it useful for us like this?"

He felt something was wrong. His master obviously wanted to take him to do the things he did for the sake of heaven, so it was obvious that the other party's cultivation was definitely not weak. If this was discovered, wouldn't it be useless for his preparation like this?

Looking at the cautious Yuan Hongqingyun, he nodded with satisfaction, grinned and slowly took out a scarecrow from his arms. A grain of gravel was still on the scarecrow, and Yuan Hong looked even more suspicious.

"Don't worry, for your money, my teacher went to an immortal mountain in the Aolai Kingdom of Shenzhou. This is a treasure that my teacher finally took risks and finally got."

Yuan Hong looked at his master suspiciously. Apart from the scarecrow, this treasure was just the gravel-sized gravel, emitting five colors.

Qingyun closed his eyes and chanted the spell silently. The scarecrow in his palm instantly slapped Yuan Hong's forehead. In an instant, under the ripples, the scarecrow slowly merged into his body.

At this moment, Yuan Hong seemed to feel his own changes, with an inexplicable aura, and suddenly he was a little suspicious, and Qingyun nodded with a smile.

"Don't worry, this is a curse practiced by the ancient powerful Pan King. Although it is vicious, it is also extremely mysterious. Among them, there is a way to use the curse, Li Dai Tao Zombie, which is extraordinary, and ordinary people cannot find a trace at all."

How could he not be prepared for his own preparation when he dared to do this? Thinking of this, Qingyun couldn't help but sigh. The powerful man in the world does not have his own unique skill. With such a skill, the magical power of the saint's sect was worse than that, but he could only say that he had specialized in his skills.

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