Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Unknowingly, Yang Yuhuan had been practicing in the mountains for three months.

She is extremely talented. In just three months, she has perfected the "Peng Zugu Xian Wo Yin Gong" taught by Li Daoxuan. She has entered the late stage of Bigu and can enter the Yin Shen realm at any time.

Even Changle was deeply shocked by this advancement in cultivation. He could only sigh that he was indeed the reincarnation of Master Taizhen.

However, Yang Yuhuan, a Taoist wizard, also has her own unknown troubles.

During this time, she discovered that Lao Mo Li's face would appear in her dreams at night, almost every night. What was even weirder was that in her dreams, she also saw another strange woman.

A female Taoist priest in white clothes with loose skirts and untied black hair flowing like a waterfall. She stepped barefoot on the clear stream and leaned against the mountains and rivers with a lazy posture.

The abominable Old Demon Li was sitting next to her. The two were talking and laughing, getting closer and closer...

After Xiao Yuhuan wakes up from her dream, she often blushes and her heart beats faster.

Li Daoxuan is indeed a demon and a sex demon!
Old devil, I really saw you right...

The next day, early in the morning.

"Fairy Changle, what do you think I should do, Mr. Li... before the immortal can accept me as a disciple?"

Yang Yuhuan pressed her hands with both hands to harmonize the Qi of the surrounding world. She ended today's morning class in the dense purple Qi, her eyes were bright and full of energy.

The third level of "Purple Qi Yang Yuan Gong"!

She said a little depressed: "Am I practicing too slowly?"

Chang Le, who was meditating with her, was speechless. Even though she had successfully reached the early stage of human immortality, she still felt that she had been hit.

If this is still called slowness, then except Master, everyone else is probably mediocre.

"Your qualifications are very good. There may be other reasons why Master does not accept you as a disciple."

She didn't say that you are my master's wife. If the master accepts you as his disciple, wouldn't it be against human ethics?
After all, he really couldn't speak to a seven-year-old girl.

Yang Yuhuan was a little angry. After all, she was a heroine who kept her word. Since she said she would make Old Mo Li cry and beg her to be his disciple, she must do it!

But she has tried many methods, such as showing off a set of sword skills she learned from Uncle Yan when Old Mo Li passed by, or showing off her progress in cultivation.

But the damn thing was that Mr. Li didn't even look at her and was very indifferent to her.

"Fairy Changle, is there any way you can get Immortal Li to accept me as a disciple?"

Looking at the girl's unyielding eyes, Chang Le sighed in his heart, knowing that the stubborn Yang Yuhuan would not give up. In order to prevent her from disturbing the master's practice, it was better to find something for her to do.

Suddenly, she had an idea and took out something and handed it to her.

That's a peach pit.

"what is this?"

Yang Yuhuan held the peach core. For some reason, her heart rippled slightly. It felt familiar, but in fact it was the first time she had seen it.

"This thing is the Queen Mother's peach core. It can grow fairy peaches. Eating it will not only make people immortal, but also increase their magic power!"

"If you can make it germinate, bloom and bear fruit, I think Master will be impressed by you and even ask you for a few flat peaches to try."

Changle vowed, but in fact she knew very well that it was absolutely wishful thinking to plant living peach trees in the human world.

Back then, her master gave her peach cores and heavenly soil, but she had tried countless methods over the years, but could not make them germinate, so she had to give up in the end.

But Yang Yuhuan said very confidently: "Isn't it just planting a peach tree? Look at me!"

Yang Yuhuan felt very excited when he thought of Lao Mo Li respectfully begging her for a reward of flat peaches.

And this is a fairy peach. After it is planted, you can give it to your parents to taste, so that they will not grow old.

……

Spring passes, autumn comes, cold comes and summer comes, and three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Yang Yuhuan is ten years old, and what's even more terrifying is that she has already entered the Yangshen realm.

Yes, the ten-year-old Yang Shen!

Changle has become numb and has long classified Master Taizhen as inhuman. Although she can still barely teach her, ten-year-old Yang Yuhuan's ideas are so unconstrained that she can often ask questions about cultivation that are difficult for her to answer.

Finally, I have to ask my teacher.

"Strange, why didn't Yuhuan come to morning class today?"

Chang Le frowned. She had never been absent in the past three years. Why was she going against the norm today?
Just when she was about to go to Yang Yuhuan's residence to take a look, she suddenly heard a clear oriole-like laughter, very arrogant and pleasant, like a little devil disguised as a man.

"It's done, I'm done, hahaha!"

With a roar, Yang Yuhuan smashed the roof directly. His face and body were covered with mud, and he was dirty, but his eyes were exceptionally bright.

She held a flowerpot-like jar tightly in her arms.

Chang Le was about to speak, but her eyes suddenly froze and she stared at the jar in her arms with a look of disbelief.

Yang Yuhuan stepped on a magic weapon like a hot wheel, which was Changle's birthday gift to her.

"Fairy Changle, it's sprouted, it's sprouted!"

She raised the jar in her hand high. There was a crisp seedling inside, surrounded by aura, fragrant and even wisps of fairy light.

Really alive...

Changle was a little distracted and murmured: "How do you feed it?"

Yang Yuhuan sighed: "It's really not easy. I have to water it every day for the past three years!"

Changle was still waiting for her next words, but no sound was heard for a long time.

"Just...water?"

Yang Yuhuan said in surprise: "Otherwise?"

Changle was silent, suddenly thinking of the days when she had been watering and pouring spiritual energy into it for decades, she suddenly felt hit.

Master, no wonder you don’t want to teach Mrs. Tai Zhen yourself. If I continue to teach you like this, I’m afraid I will lose all my confidence and feel like a waste.

"Fairy Changle, I want to see Old Mo Li!"

Changle came back to his senses and felt that it was necessary to report this matter to his master, so he nodded and said: "Okay, you come with me."

Yang Yuhuan came to the top of the mountain again and saw a man in white clothes dancing in the distance, sitting on the cliff, holding a fishing rod under the lone pine, fishing quietly.

What puzzled Yang Yuhuan was that there was clearly an endless sea of ​​clouds below and no lake. Why was he sitting here fishing?
At this moment, she saw Li Daoxuan lift his wrist gently, and the fishing line rose from the clouds.

Roar!
A monster as huge as a dragon was lifted up, but it made a roaring sound. It actually had the head of a tiger, the body of a snake, four legs, and was of the dragon type. There was also a word "王" on its forehead, showing its domineering side.

But it's a pity that this powerful beast exuding a wild atmosphere can only struggle like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"Li Daoxuan, I am far away overseas and have never entered the territory of the Tang Dynasty. Why do you want to kill everyone!!!"

"I am a tiger dragon, with the body of a mythical beast. Li Daoxuan, if you kill me, you will be punished by God!!" The beast roared one after another. It seemed ferocious, but in fact it was fierce on the outside and cruel on the inside. It was so guilty that it even threatened. He used soft words like "God's punishment".

In recent years, evil gods hiding around the world have begun to disappear mysteriously, and it is suspected that there are immortals fishing for them.

It changed seventeen places to hide in one breath, but the fishhook seemed to know where it was going. It had been waiting for a long time and easily hooked him.

His magical power seemed to be imprisoned, with no power to resist at all.

When Yang Yuhuan heard the words of the ferocious beast, he couldn't help being shocked. It turned out to be a tiger dragon!
This is a powerful beast recorded in the "Book of Mountains and Seas". According to legend, it is the bloodline of a divine tiger and a giant dragon. It is born with the magical power to control strong winds and huge waves, and its physical body is even more powerful. Unexpectedly... it was... Did someone catch him with a fishhook?

Li Daoxuan ignored it and just flicked the fishhook.

The tiger dragon's figure quickly shrank, and in the end, like a fish, it fell into... the pot next to Li Daoxuan.

The hot water in the pot is boiling, and under the pot is the golden sun fire.

The tiger dragon gurgled in the pot for a while, and soon became silent. Sprinkle some pepper and aniseed, a handful of fine salt, bring to a boil over slow heat, stew the skin and meat until tender, and a fragrant pot of stewed tiger dragon is ready. .

The soup is snow-white, and the essence of flesh and blood has been boiled, exuding a radiant glow, and the aroma of meat is extremely rich.

Li Daoxuan looked sideways at Yang Yuhuan, smiled lightly and said, "What do you want from me?"

Yang Yuhuan's heart trembled, and he looked at the scattered broken bones at his feet. Some of them looked like dragons, some like phoenixes, some like deers, and some like turtles.

Could it be that these were ancient ferocious beasts that he cooked and ate?

Changle patted her back and motioned for her to reply quickly.

Yang Yuhuan came to his senses and thought to himself: How could he be scared by him?I just pretended to be flattering, and after I learned all his skills, I tied him up and whipped him hard with a whip!

The next moment, she showed an innocent smile and said sweetly: "Li Shenxian, the peaches have sprouted!"

vomit!
It's so artificial, Yang Yuhuan, how could you become like this, where are your pride and unyieldingness?

Li Daoxuan looked at her with a half-smile but said: "It's amazing. If you can make it bear peaches within three years, although I can't accept you as a disciple, I can accept a disciple on behalf of my master and let you be my senior sister. How about that?" ?”

"You didn't lie to me?"

Yang Yuhuan asked quickly, his eyes were bright, and he had already begun to imagine the scene when Old Mo Li became his junior brother. Then he would be shouting at him, which would be very unpleasant!
"of course."

In the current catastrophe, in order to improve his strength as quickly as possible, Li Daoxuan has even deceived the little girl.

Yang Yuhuan has the same soul as the Queen Mother of the West, so she can make the peach sprout. If she can really make the peach tree bear fruit within three years, it will be a huge help to Li Daoxuan.

Yang Yuhuan raised his little hand and said: "It's a deal!"

Li Daoxuan patted her and said with a smile, "It's a deal."

Chang Le was having a hard time holding back his laughter, and secretly thought that the master was too bad, even digging a hole for his wife, and he was not afraid of causing trouble for his wife after she regained her memory.

"By the way, do you want to have a meal together?"

Li Daoxuan pointed to the tiger dragon in the pot.

Yang Yuhuan showed a disgusted expression and said, "I don't like eating meat."

After half an hour.

She finished chewing the last bone and drank three large bowls of thick soup rich in the life essence of the tiger dragon. Her face turned red, her energy and blood were surging, and she was sweating like rain.

Her eyes were blurred, and it smelled so good!
It turns out that meat is so delicious!
Li Daoxuan watched her eating and drinking quietly, with a smile on his lips. Ten-year-old Yang Yuhuan's eyebrows were already widening, and he looked more and more like his senior sister.

Their temperaments are similar, they are both so carefree, they both like good food, reading books, and are addicted to role-playing games.

She is cheering heartily in this dojo and growing up carefree.

"No wonder you're hiding here and can't come down. It turns out you're eating here alone!"

Yang Yuhuan couldn't stop thinking about the taste of the tiger dragon, and he pursed his lips.

Li Daoxuan shook his head and smiled, stretched out his hand to help her wipe off the oil stains on her face, and said with a smile: "If you like, you can come often."

Yang Yuhuan was a little overwhelmed by Mr. Li's sudden tenderness, and his first reaction was to be wary.

Sugar-coated cannonballs!

But then Li Daoxuan touched her head, then turned around and continued fishing, holding a black book in one hand, with the words "Pushing Back Picture" vaguely visible.

Yang Yuhuan looked at him deeply.

For some reason, she felt that Old Mo Li's attitude towards her had changed, and he was no longer as indifferent as before.

And there was something she didn't want to admit.

She has felt a deep sense of loneliness since she was a child. Even when facing her parents and close relatives, she would feel an indescribable sense of isolation and alienation.

But every time she saw Mr. Li, she didn't feel that way. Instead, she felt extremely familiar and friendly, and her loneliness disappeared immediately.

He...couldn't he be casting a spell on me?

Xiaoyu hugged the jar and left with three turns.

……

On the lonely cliff in the sea of ​​clouds, Li Daoxuan sighed softly in his heart.

He didn't want to get in touch with Yang Yuhuan before because he had learned from his senior sister. If he and Yang Yuhuan had a master-disciple relationship, then who should he help when she didn't want to become Taizhen?

If the senior sister doesn't want to be the Queen Mother of the West, then Yang Yuhuan may not be willing to become Taizhen either.

Although from the current point of view, Yang Yuhuan and his senior sister are becoming more and more similar, this difference may not exist.

However, after learning that the catastrophe would come in the 17th year of Kaiyuan, Li Daoxuan didn't think so much. After all, it was already the [-]th year of Kaiyuan, and only the last seven years were left.

And he was still one last step away from reaching the Heavenly Immortal Realm.

Maybe he will really perish in that final catastrophe. In that case, why should he care so much? Just get along naturally.

While fishing, Li Daoxuan was distracted and looking at the "Book of Demons."

In the past three years, many evil gods have died in his hands. In order not to waste, he ate everything he could. Coupled with the rewards from the "Spell Book", his strength continued to improve.

However, he has not yet realized what innate energy is, and cannot penetrate that layer of profound entrance.

However, the Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique has made great progress and is about to break through to the sixth level.

It should be noted that Erlang Zhenjun, who was known as the Heavenly God of War in his heyday, was only at the seventh level.

"Oh? It actually exploded?"

Li Daoxuan felt a hint of joy in his heart. He didn't expect that tiger dragon to be so successful.

"In April of the [-]th year of Kaiyuan, I killed the evil tiger dragon in Fengqi Mountain and received the reward - the great power of Tiangang [returning to heaven and returning to the sun]!"

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