Time and space in the heavens

Chapter 1229 Visiting Our Lady in Huashan

Huashan, Huashan.

The terrain is rugged and extremely dangerous.

Different from the majesty of Mount Tai, the key to the topography of Mount Huashan is the word "danger". Anyone who climbs this mountain will be thrown to pieces if they are not careful.

Since Yang Chan, the Third Holy Mother, was enshrined in Huashan Mountain to protect the people, in just a few hundred years, many more temples were dedicated to her on Huashan Mountain.

The smoke is lingering and the clouds are misty, showing the style of a fairyland.

On the top of Huashan Mountain, Yang Chan used her own magic power to create a fairyland, in which countless pink peach blossoms were planted.

Yang Chan likes peach blossoms, just like her.

He lived in a gorgeous scenery, built several wooden houses, and lived a peaceful life every day. If some pilgrims came to offer incense, he would deal with it.

On this day, the weather was bright, and the golden sunshine was shining down, illuminating the entire fairyland. Yang Chan, a disciple of Nuwa Empress and the niece of the Jade Emperor, was sitting cross-legged in the wooden house, meditating and practicing Qi.

The futon made of thatch, simple furnishings, and the crystal clear lotus lamp were placed on one side.

Even if it is not activated by the master's magic power, the lotus lantern, which looks like lotus petals, still glows with a faint light, blending with its master's aura to help Yang Chan practice.

At this time, she can be called a true goddess!

I don't know how much time had passed, but suddenly there was a sound of clothes breaking through the air in Yang Chan's ears, waking her up from her daze.

Snapped!
  Just after opening a pair of eyes that were even more dazzling than gems, Yang Chan grabbed the lotus lantern on one side with her backhand.

The figure flashed and emerged from the wooden house with a guarded expression.

In front of the wooden house, there is a round table, which is where Yang Chan watches the stars every day. If Fairy Chang'e, the Four Princesses of the East China Sea, Fairy Baihua and others come, they will sit here with her.

However, at this moment, a white figure appeared in front of the stone table belonging to Yang Chan.

Dressed in plain clothes, her long shiny hair was erected with a silver crown. It was swaying gently in the breeze. A white and slender finger reached out, and a pink petal fell into the palm.

"It's you!" After seeing the person in front of him clearly, Yang Chan had a complicated expression and said in surprise.

"Girl," Ming Xiaoyang said with his back to Yang Chan, but it seemed like there was an eye on the back of his head, "There's no need to be so guarded, right?"

"The lotus lanterns have been turned on. Could it be that you are planning to fight my uncle to the death?"

"Uncle?" Hearing Ming Xiaoyang's self-proclaimed name, Yang Chan Yin Tao twitched, "You're not much older than me, what kind of uncle do you think you are?"

After becoming an immortal, Yang Chan's ideas were assimilated by the immortal, and she realized that the person standing in front of her was only about a hundred years older than her.

For the Xian family, this is no different than being one or two years older.

"That's right." Ming Xiaoyang turned around and looked at Yang Chan with deep approval, "Just call me brother."

As he said this, Ming Xiaoyang stretched out two fingers and pinched Yang Chan's fair cheeks before she could react.

"Unknowingly, the little girl who used to run around behind her eldest and second brothers has now grown up."

"Oh, it seems I'm getting old too!"

"Brother Ming." Yang Chan almost threw the lotus lantern in her hand when Ming Xiaoyang pinched her cheek, as if she was still the same little girl.

Even so, the look in her eyes when she looked at Ming Xiaoyang became unkind.

There was a bit of anger in his tone.

"Okay, okay, okay." Ming Xiaoyang retracted his fingers, "The little girl has grown up, I can't treat you like this anymore."    "Don't call me little girl!" Yang Chan said with cold eyes and gritted teeth.

"Then what did I call you?" Ming Xiaoyang spread his hands innocently, "Calling you San Sheng Sheng is too raw, calling you Chan'er is too intimate."

Won't you call me by my name?

This is Yang Chan's roar from the heart!
  "That's right." Under Yang Chan's murderous gaze, Ming Xiaoyang suddenly realized, "I might as well call you Yang Chan."

"Not too far, not too close, just right!"

"Hmph!" Yang Chan looked unhappy and snorted coldly.

"Brother Ming, what are you here for? If you are just here to worry about the title, then the title has been changed now and you can invite me."

After saying that, Yang Chan quickly stretched out a hand and made a "please" gesture to Ming Xiaoyang.

"Don't get me wrong." Ming Xiaoyang is very thick-skinned, and few others can match him. "Ben Zhenjun is here just to visit you."

"After all, you and Ben Zhenjun are old friends." At this point, seeing that Yang Chan looked unhappy, Ming Xiaoyang added, "I've been here for so long, and you haven't even given me a seat or a cup of tea. Please, is this ridiculous?"

Uh?
  Only then did Yang Chan think of this incident. After all, the person in front of her was kind to her brother and sister. How could she treat her like this?

At that moment, he stretched out his jade hand and made an inviting gesture to Ming Xiaoyang, gesturing for him to come in and sit down.

"Is this right?" Ming Xiao shamelessly became an uninvited guest at Yang Chan's place and stepped into the wooden house.

Who is this? Yang Chan, who was a few steps behind, heard this and became more and more dumbfounded. She didn't know how to evaluate this uninvited and evil guest.

With her mind spinning, Yang Chan's good upbringing prevented her from continuing to chase people away, so she could only follow the other person into the house.

………………

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Under Xiqi City, blood rained.

The Yin Shang army representing the orthodoxy was fighting with the Xiqi army, an emerging force. Together, there were hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses fighting together.

The terrifying murderous aura surged and condensed on the sky, turning into a dark cloud that could not be dispersed.

The Yin and Shang army, led by Grand Master Wen Zhong, was about to annihilate Xiqi in one fell swoop and put an end to the most powerful rebellion.

On the contrary, Xiqi's army, under the command of Prime Minister Jiang Ziya, had high morale and fought to protect their homeland and country.

Just talking about the military tactics of both sides, serving three generations of Yin and Shang kings, even King Zhou had to give up three points. Wen Zhong, who was afraid of three points and respected three points, had rich battlefield experience, which was naturally beyond the reach of Jiang Ziya, a newcomer who had only been in battle for a few days. .

Helplessly, in the battle between the two sides at the level of gods, the Yin Shang army was almost wiped out. Shitianjun, Zhao Gongming, Sanxiao and others were defeated one after another and were listed on the list of gods.

Under this situation, the morale of the Yin Shang army of 300,000 was inevitably affected. In addition, among Xiqi's army, there are also the best among the three generations of disciples of Chanjiao, such as Yang Jian, Nezha, Lei Zhenzi, Huang Tianhua, etc. to help out.

After a long period of melee, the balance of victory and defeat was inevitably tilted.

puff!

Yang Jian, the first disciple of the third generation of Chanjiao, charged into the battle, picked off several fierce generals in the merchant army, and went all the way to Wen Zhong, who was at the center of the merchant camp.

The originally bright silvery white three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand was dyed with an extremely bright color, making people shudder.

The war horse galloping under his crotch, no one of the Yin Shang soldiers around dared to block his way.

(End of this chapter)