Darkness... endless darkness...

Occasionally, a light flashed, but it was just a fire, mixed with the cold and hated eyes of my mother, and the blood on my father and brother...

Yang Jian unconsciously reached into his arms and held the golden lock tightly. [】"Not now...I...I can't see you yet..." Everyone outside the mirror heard him struggling and whispering in a drowsy mood, "Mom is in Taoshan...Xiaolian...and Xiaolian..."

At this moment, the Three Holy Mother suddenly screamed in pain, covering her chest with her hands, and was shaking. Chenxiang quickly reached out to help her, but she felt sad and almost fell down. Xiaoyu shouted, "Mom, Chenxiang!" but she couldn't move and her body was shaking and almost fainted.

"It's so uncomfortable..." She murmured, "Why is it so dark?" Chenxiang also responded drowsyly: "No stars, nothing, nothing can be seen..." The Three Holy Mother was so painful that she couldn't speak, and she felt like a small boat, walking through the stormy waves. Apart from the dark sea, there was only despair and loneliness that was so painful that it was unknown.

The three of them fell to the ground involuntarily, their breathing gradually weakened, and they were about to fall into a coma when they saw it.

Everyone outside the mirror was shocked.

Nezha's thoughts were moving, and when he saw Yang Jian holding the golden lock tightly in his hand, he immediately understood and shouted with angrily: "Three Holy Mother, Chenxiang Xiaoyu, don't sink into the feeling at this moment! Yang Jian grabbed the golden lock... Your feeling is from the golden lock, and it is what Yang Jian thoughts and has nothing to do with you!"

He woke everyone up with a word, and Liu Yanchang shouted: "Don't be deceived by Yang Jian, he wants to kill you! The Three Holy Mother, Chenxiang Xiaoyu, my child, I'm waiting for you to come back. Don't give up, don't sleep, you must not give up yourself!"

"Take the eldest sister and rescue my mother..."

Yang Jian didn't know what was happening around him. He only echoed a sentence in his heart over and over again, with a little childish voice, but tough and sad. He avoided the fire, dared not look at his mother's eyes, but did not dare to hide in the darkness. The third sister is still young, and her childish little face will cry because of the darkness and cannot find her second brother...

The body is dying, but the consciousness is still struggling hard, struggling in the thorns so cruelly, and stubbornly preventing the tired body from enjoying the sweet and peaceful eternity.

A faint light sprinkled gently. Baihua and others who were worried outside the mirror were shocked. Long Si said, "The rain has stopped? The moonlight?" Then he felt something was wrong. The wind and rain were still raging, but were blocked by the light, and no drop could fall to the ground.

Colorful light flashed in the mirror again, and everything turned into a hazy green patch. The dying discomfort of the Three Holy Mothers and others suddenly stopped and looked up at the sky in a daze. Yang Jian's unconscious body relaxed without realizing it, no longer having any struggles that symbolize pain, but instead showed some peace in his sleep.

warmth……

What a warm feeling.

Everything outside still has nothing to do with Yang Jian, but there was a wisp of inexplicable joy with a faint warm feeling that slowly penetrated into his limbs and bones. His eyebrows, which had been locked, were stretched out, and a smile appeared on his face, as if he had returned to the embrace of his mother, just like on the noon in winter, the warm sunshine came into the house, and his mother, father, brother, and Lian'er were all...

"Yang Jian, don't sleep anymore, wake up."

He faintly heard a soft voice, strange, but seemed extremely familiar. "Mom...Mom?" He responded in a low voice, but clearly knew that it was not. Mom's voice would not be so gentle, and she would not speak to herself so softly. A pain in his heart, he finally woke up slowly and looked around blankly.

The eyes were filled with a hazy blue color, and all the scenery seemed to be hidden in the mist, but it was particularly faint warmth. He looked up and saw that the light came from the sky. In the air, a woman was staring at the sixteen-year-old boy with a loving and peaceful gaze.

What kind of woman is this, wise and dignified. Everything in the world has lost its lust because of her, showing mercy that cannot be described in words. It seems that since ancient times, she has sympathized with the sorrows and joys of all living beings and cared for the hope of all life. Yes, hope, looking at her slightly concerned expression, the ice in Yang Jian's heart melted away bit by bit, as if she had become the carefree child who accompanied her relatives again.

Everyone saw the black air on his face slowly faded away in the green light, disappearing, and wounds of varying depths around his body slowly healed as before.

The Three Holy Mother had knelt on the ground, her face full of excitement and licking the soul. She listened to the gentle voice again: "I am Nuwa, the source of all living beings in the world. Yang Jian, Yao Ji's child, give up. Only by giving up can you stay away from your future suffering. That suffering is caused by the common karma of the three realms, but you are borne by yourself. That would be too unfair."

Nuwa... The great god Nuwa? There was a sound of exclamation inside and outside the mirror, but Yang Jian only looked at Nuwa quietly for a while, and asked, "You are the great god of ancient times, why do you come to save me a sinner who is incompatible with the world?"

Nuwa sighed softly: "Do you think you are a sinner?"

Yang Jian clenched his fist tightly and said nothing. He was afraid that as soon as he opened his mouth, he would confide all the pain and resentment, although, for the first time after that birthday that he couldn't look back on, he had such a strong hope of confide.

Nuwa saw his thoughts and gently advised: "Everything is caused by fate. Heaven is fate, and your parents' experience is also fate. You don't have to be upset about it, blame everything on yourself, and you should not try to reverse this destined cause and effect with one person's strength."

Yang Jian sneered, his sharp and proud eyes disappeared as soon as he appeared, and said in a deep voice: "I never believe in fate. Only by relying on myself can I fight for the affairs of the world, and only by relying on myself can I protect the people I love!"

No one expected that he would talk to the ancient god in such a tone. Long Ba cursed: "It's so arrogant!" But Nuwa's expression became more kind, and even felt a little sad.

It is because in her eyes that this sixteen-year-old boy, his strong, tenacious and cruel and arrogant demeanor, has coincided with another figure a thousand years later. The fate of that person is about to be as gorgeous as summer flowers, but it is finally buried among the wild smoke and grass, passing by the wind...

Even if the ancient god has calculated the ending, so what? Even if she is the mother of sentient beings, she still cannot stop the tragedy from happening.

As soon as he thought of this, Nuwa had no choice but to sigh and said, "But can you protect the person you love now?" After a while, Yang Jian did not answer, but bit his lips tightly, and a painful look appeared on his face. Everyone knew that these words had touched his thoughts.

Nuwa thought about it again, and finally made up her mind and said, "Yang Jian, you are gifted and born to be suitable for cultivation. In the future, although I will leave, my Taoism still intends to leave a inheritance in the three realms..."

Chenxiang was shocked and said in surprise: "How can this be? Nuwa Niangniang wanted to accept Yang Jian as her disciple?" The third saint mother shook her head and said in a hurry: "Impossible, my teacher is Nuwa!" Chenxiang said in a flash: "Mom, are you her disciple?" The third saint mother smiled slightly and recalled: "I have only seen my teacher three times, and she is always taken care of by immortal officials. But the kindness of the empress to me is the best memory of my life..."

Nuwa glanced at the place where the Three Holy Mothers were, as if she was heartless, but she had a lot of compassion in her eyes. At this time, Yang Jian seemed to have made great determination. Suddenly, he fell on the ground with his knees and knocked three times at Nuwa.

Chenxiang shouted, "He...he has become a disciple!" Nuwa also smiled and was about to speak, but Yang Jian had already spoken first: "What the Empress said is that Yang Jian can't protect the people around him now, but Yang Jian's lifelong behavior has long been recognized. Empress, accept your kindness, I just hope you can point out a clear way for Yang Jian, and I beg you to be kind and take care of my little sister on my behalf!"

Nuwa was silent for a long time before she said, "If you are willing to join me, in the three realms, no one will regard you as an alien, and what you wish in your heart will be twice the result with half the effort. Then, why bother so stubborn and unwilling to accept my kindness?"

Yang Jian said, "Empress, do you have friends in your life? Are there any younger generations?" Everyone was stunned, wondering why he suddenly asked about this. Nuwa said in surprise: "Of course there is one. Your Niang Yao Ji is one of my younger generations." Yang Jian nodded and said in a deep voice: "Yang Jian will definitely go against the will of heaven in the future. He will do something that cannot be done, and he will end up being disgusted by heaven and earth. What a status and how extensive friendships are, wouldn't it be a big loss to your reputation with me?"

The Third Holy Mother murmured: "Heaven and earth abandoned... Second Brother, since you know that this is not good, why do you still have to step on this path of no return and become that cruel and ruthless and ruthless?"

However, Nuwa understood Yang Jian's intentions and said, "Are you still unwilling to be bound by kindness? Well, if you are really my subordinate, I will not act too extreme and destroy everything about you in your own hands. God's will, really God's will!"

Yang Jian said sadly: "Thank you for your mercy, but although I have no such blessing, I still want to ask the Empress to accept my third sister into the school. My third sister has suffered so much at such a young age, and I am really ashamed of her. If the Empress can be kind, Yang Jian will have no regrets from now on."

The Three Holy Mother was shocked, and Nuwa sighed, "Since you have made up your mind, there is no cause in the world, I cannot force you to persuade you. Don't you want me to point you out the way? The real man Yu Ding from Kunlun Yuxu Cave was a man of devils and his soul was scattered by force in practicing ancient Taoist books a few days ago. Taoist books are no longer masters, and Yu Ding is arrogant by nature, without a disciple, and no friend. I can send you to take over his mantle and practice by the book. There is another magic weapon nearby. If the opportunity is ripe, you can also use it for your own use."

Yang Jian bowed a few more times, and did not speak, and his eyes showed gratitude. Everyone said that he had got what he wanted and finally had a way to practice Taoism. When he thought of his later fate, he felt complicated and strange. However, Nuwa knew that she was thanking him for being equal and respecting his own choice. She said immediately: "From now on, you must practice alone. The road ahead is long and thorns are growing. Yang Jian, before sending you to Yuxu Cave, I have a few words that you must remember."

Yang Jian lowered his head and said, "It depends on the instructions of the Empress." Nuwa stretched out her hand and received a handful of rain from the outside of Guanghua, and gently poured it down, saying, "Nothing in the world is softer than water, but nothing is harder than water. The knife is constantly cut off, and the stone is penetrated by a stone for a long time. Yang Jian, you are stubborn and strong, but you are too hard and easy to break. Remember to be strong in all kinds of things, and you will always have a weak heart. Don't forget to lose it and never force yourself too much."

Yang Jian knew that this ancient god must have seen something, so he repeatedly mentioned it. However, he did not want to investigate. The only thing he was concerned about was the third sister's apprenticeship. Seeing that Nuwa did not object, he just pretended to be her silently. After she finished her order, he got up and opened the lock, went into the room to pick up her sister.

When he opened the door, Xiao Yanglian was already fainting in the house with mud and tears on her face, and she was red. It seemed that she was dizzy when she called her second brother. Yang Jian felt ache in his heart, and he hugged her in his arms with guilt, and wiped her tears with his sleeve. After wiping for a while, he found that something was tightly stored in his hand when he was in a coma. At this time, he let go and saw that it was the golden lock.

"It was a gift specially driven out by your father with your mother's golden hairpin. Silly child, today is your thirteenth birthday!" At that warm noon three years ago, those people and voices came to my heart again. Yang Jian trembled and hugged his sister involuntarily, with a tragic expression. The Three Holy Mothers on the side knew that he remembered the day when the home changed, and couldn't help but feel sad.

He wanted to wake up his sister, but he couldn't bear it, and he couldn't bear to face the sadness of parting. After hesitating for a while, Yang Jian stood up hard and hugged her and walked out of the door.

A clear light bent down from the sky, gently wrapped Yang Lian and floated up in the air. Yang Jian said anxiously: "Wait, Empress!" The rising light stopped for a moment, and Yang Jian touched his sister's tender little face reluctantly, put the golden lock in his hand on her neck, and whispered: "Dad, you have a spirit in heaven, and you must bless her everything in everything. God, if you have eyes, you will turn all the sufferings and misfortunes of my three sisters to my Yang Jian. I have a lot of harm to her, so I will use everything in my life to compensate!"

Nuwa sighed inwardly: "Fani'er!" Baihua and others snorted coldly, as if they had heard some very funny jokes. Chenxiang said disgustedly: "Really, what's the use of saying these? In the end, wasn't it just to use my mother's pain to pave his own shortcut?"

Putting on the golden lock, the light slowly retracted. Nuwa looked at the little Yang Lian in her arms and nodded, "This girl is also quite blessed, and has a strong immortal relationship. Although it has a little bumpy, she can always spend it safely. But she is just looking at Yang Jian and didn't say anything more. Yang Jian didn't ask, but said, "From now on, Lian'er will be blessed by the empress!"

Nuwa had a golden talisman on her hand, looked at Yang Jian and said, "I want to send you to Yuxu Cave. If you regret it, it is still time." Yang Jian smiled slightly, shook his head, but couldn't help asking at the end: "Empress, Yang Jian never regrets what he decided to do. But I don't understand, why do you love and cherish me so much?"

Nuwa stared at him for a while and said softly: "A peck and drink, can it be the same as before. Although there are many people, the only person who is your child's personality is to love and pity me, and I feel very sorry." The golden talisman in his hand swung out, turned into a stream of light, and circled around Yang Jian three times. Suddenly, the light of the person merged into one and quickly threw himself towards Kunlun.
Chapter completed!