The little boy heard Ao Cunxin's words and showed an innocent smile: "Really, big sister, my name is difficult to write, it took a long time for my mother to teach me to write my own name! How about it, big sister, the word 'Qian' is difficult to write, I'll write it to you to see if it~"

"Yang Jian, is it the same name? is it because of the same name, so you chose him, or do you have a certain number in the dark?" Ao Cunxin recalled the man's figure, recalled everything about him, recalled his heroic posture and handsomeness, and the scene when he was so proud when he killed the heavenly court and became the god of justice......

Gradually, Ao Cunxin's tears filled his eyes, but this time the tears did not fall. Ao Cunxin used his dragon clan's unique dragon qi to condense his tears and store them in his eyes. After all, the tears of the dragon are far more rare than the tears of the sharks. It is difficult for the dragon clan to understand the ups and downs, especially after thousands of years of penance, Ao Cunxin's Taoism and mind have long been as calm as water, and it is difficult to have something that can make her heart ripple. But today, she cried a lot and shed a lot of tears.

The little boy saw Ao Cunxin's big sister thoughtfully, turned around and jumped off Ao Cunxin's knees, ran to the quaint sandalwood desk, supported the chair surface of the rose chair with both hands, and jumped onto the rose chair.

"Sister Cunxin, why don't you have a pen here?" The little boy Yang Jian looked around on the table, and only found a few pieces of rice paper, but no pencils. What is surprising is that in the waters of the Dragon Palace, the rice paper is not soaked in water, and it is still like that.

The immature voice of the little boy Yang Jian once again brought Ao Cunxin back to reality from his memories, I have to say that the voice of the little boy Yang Jian is indeed very good, and the glutinous children's voice has a strong Kyoto nasal and childish sound, which is very pleasant.

Ao Cunxin smiled faintly, it can be said that the city and the country are captivating, but the little boy is seriously looking for a pencil and does not notice Ao Cunxin's smile.

"Little one, I don't have any pencils here, I only have the four treasures of the study here!" Ao Cunxin walked slowly and stood behind the rose chair.

"Big sister, what are the four treasures of the study? Also, big sister, I have a name, my name is Yang Qian. Don't call me 'little guy' anymore, okay?" The little boy Yang Jian turned around, still standing on the rose chair, his hands crossed his waist, his mouth pursed, and he pretended to be very angry.

When Ao Cunxin saw this, he couldn't help but wonder. Such a cute little boy is indeed endearing.

"Okay, okay, I won't call you a little guy, it's okay to call you Ah Qian, right?" Ao Cunxin touched the little boy's head and said softly,

"It's okay, except for my parents, the other elders in the family call me 'Ah Qian'. However, my parents usually called me 'Awen', and they always said that the name of the family was the name of the genealogy, and their own name was their own name. However, I still like the name 'Yang Qian', although the word 'Qian' is difficult to write. The little boy turned around, ready to continue his search for the pencil.

"Ah Qian, I don't have a pencil here, I only have the four treasures of the study here. You see, this is the pen, which is called a brush. Ao Cunxin picked up a brush on the pen holder and handed it to the little boy.

"Ahh It's so hard to use!" the little boy Yang Jian clenched his right hand into a fist, grabbed the brush, and scribbled on the rice paper that had not yet been flattened. As everyone knows, the hair of this brush is taken from the essence of the wolf hair at the tip of the tail of the 10,000-year-old demon wolf.

"Come, Ah Qian, I'll help you sharpen your ink. After that, Ao Cunxin took the inkstone from the table, stretched out his right hand, and slowly skimmed over the inkstone, and ink suddenly appeared on the stage. The water is filled with the scent of ink. The thousand-year-old ink exudes the flavor of the millennium. It is like the strong fragrance of roses, but it has the charm of time.

"But, I won't use this kind of pen!" The little boy Yang Qian's right hand was gently held by Ao Cunxin's right hand, and this time Ao Cunxin controlled his strength and did not hurt the little boy Yang Qian's hand. The wolf hair was stained with ink, and Ao Cunxin did not gently wipe the remaining ink by the inkstone, because the wolf hair was soaked in ink, but there was no sign of dripping. The wolf hair that absorbs the ink is just right to write on rice paper.

Ao Cunxin continued to hold the little boy Yang Qian's hand and said, "Ah Qian, come, write your name slowly, I'll help you hold the pen, it's okay." Ao Cunxin induced the little boy Yang Jian and slowly wrote his name.

"Wrong, wrong, Sister Cunxin is wrong, the word 'Yang' is not written like that!" the little boy Yang Jian cried out. The little boy Yang Jian wanted to write the simplified character 'Yang', while Ao Cun wanted to write the traditional character 'Yang'.

"Well, it's simplified. Big sister made a mistake! Ah Jian is so smart. Ao Cunxin lowered his head thoughtfully.

The little boy continued to finish writing his name. After a while, two large characters jumped on the paper. The word "Yang Qian" is upright and beautiful.

"It's this 'Qian'. Ao Cunxin said quietly.

"Otherwise, big sister, in addition to this 'Qian', which other 'Qian' character is there?" The little boy obviously doesn't know much, and it's no wonder that a four- or five-year-old child can be considered very smart like the little boy Yang Qian.

"Of course, there's also this 'Jian'. Ao Cunxin waved on the rice paper, and a big "戬" character jumped on the paper, although it was neat, but it looked a little not very good-looking. This is not because Ao Cunxin's calligraphy is not good. She has practiced for nearly 10,000 years, she is a dragon in her own right, and she has already mastered the Tao of the dragon clan itself, and she is about to comprehend the mystery between heaven and earth. The reason why Ao Cunxin deliberately wrote the words a little crookedly was so that the words would not have the spirit of a true dragon and would not hurt Yang Qian.

"The word '戬' has two meanings, namely 'blessing' and 'cutting and eliminating'. Once upon a time, there was a dashing and majestic man, he was very obedient since he was a child, his mother was a fairy in the sky, the daughter of the Jade Emperor......" Ao Cunxin told the origin of the word "戬" and the story of a person, but was interrupted by the words of the little boy Yang Qian.

"I know, I know. Mom said that the Jade Emperor is the king of heaven, managing the gods in heaven and everyone on earth. The little boy Yang Jian heard Sister Ao Cunxin talk about the Jade Emperor and immediately responded.

Ao Cunxin, who was interrupted by the little boy Yang Qian, did not get angry, but smiled slightly, "This little guy, I still know a lot! A four- or five-year-old child has actually heard of the Jade Emperor!" Ao Cunxin thought to himself.

This time, the little boy saw the smile of Ao Cunxin's big sister, and his heart was slightly shocked, and he lowered his head shyly. "What's wrong with Ah Qian, why did you lower your head?" Ao Cunxin saw the little boy lower his head and hurriedly asked.

"It's nothing, the big sister looks so good when she smiles, but ...... But I also said before that the big sister is an aunt, and I ......" Before the little boy Yang Jian finished speaking, Ao Cunxin let out a pleasant smile like a silver bell.

"Ah Qian, are you shy?" Ao Cunxin pinched the little boy Yang Qian's face again, but this time he didn't pinch red.

"I'm not shy!" the little boy Yang Jian raised his head and said righteously. It's just that he didn't dare to look at Ao Cunxin's eldest sister, his eyes were always evasive, and he looked insincere, so he should be really shy.

"I won't tease you, I'll continue to tell you the story of the hero with the word '戬' in his name. Ao Cunxin picked up the little boy Yang Qian, sat on the rose chair, put the little boy Yang Jian on his lap, and hugged him gently, he liked it very much. "I just talked about the Jade Emperor, his full name is 'Taishang Kaitian Zhifu Imperial Calendar contains the true body Dao Haotian Supreme Jade Emperor', the name is so long, it doesn't matter if you can't remember it. You just need to know that he is the king of all the gods. ”

This time, the little boy did not interrupt Ao Cunxin's sister's words, he listened very carefully, and listened patiently to Ao Cunxin's story with wide eyes.

"The Jade Emperor had a younger sister, known as the 'Yunhua Fairy', who one day went down to earth and fell in love with a man in the world, leaving two sons and a daughter. But immortals are not allowed to marry mortals and have children. After the Jade Emperor learned about this, he sent troops to kill the husband of the Yunhua Fairy and his eldest son, and imprisoned the Yunhua Fairy in Huashan. The second son and daughter of the Yunhua Fairy successfully escaped the pursuit of the heavenly soldiers and generals, and met the immortals in a coincidence. The second son of Yunhua Fairy learned spells with the immortals, and later accidentally got the artifact 'Kaishan Axe', which split Huashan and rescued his mother. Later, he killed the heavenly court, and became righteous brothers with six good brothers, and helped a capable Jiang Ziya to crusade against the cruel monarch in the world. Later, he helped the Jade Emperor catch a mischievous monkey and kill the nine-headed insect...... In the end, he became the judicial god of the heavenly court. One person is below and ten thousand are above. Even so, he is the first person in heaven and earth, with boundless magic and a physical manifestation. Later, he was called "Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun" and "Xiansheng Erlang Zhenjun", and his family originally lived in Guanjiangkou. Later, the heavens and the earth changed, and the starry sky connected the other side, and he left Huaxia with the gods and arhats. However, before leaving, he also did a great deed - united to defeat the Buddha and seal the demon lord in Sanjiangkou. His name is very similar to yours, and his name is 'Yang Jian'. Ao Cunxin slowly told the story of Erlang God Yang Jian.

After listening to the story told by the little boy Yang Jian with his big sister, he was thoughtful and unsatisfied.

"Sister Cunxin, although there are many words in the story you told that I don't understand, I understand that the person with the same name as me is a very powerful and good person!" said the little boy innocently.

"It's okay, come, Ah Qian, my sister will show you the statue of that hero. After speaking, Ao Cunxin just hugged Yang Jian and led him out of the house.

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Outside the house, a statue of a man stood in the middle of the courtyard, it was Yang Jian, the god of Erlang. He held a three-pointed and two-edged knife in his right hand, crossed his waist in his left hand, and a pillar-shaped stone pier at his feet. The statue of Erlang God is so majestic and handsome, chic and handsome. Even the statue can hardly hide the temperament of the statue itself.

"Come, I'll take you inside. Ao Cunxin hugged the little boy Yang Jian and took him close to the statue of Erlang God.

"Sister Cunxin, I saw words on the stone pier at the foot of this person's statue!" The little boy Yang Jian hugged Ao Cunxin's neck with his left hand, for fear of falling, and pointed to the typing on the pier with his right hand.

"Well, you don't know it, it's a traditional Chinese character. Ao Cunxin saw those few typing, and suddenly Hongxia was dizzy.

"Big sister, is it written on it?" asked the little boy Yang Jian curiously.

"Hmm~...... It's ~ it's 'Qingyuan Miaodao True Monarch Yang Jian!'" Ao Cunxin's speech this time was a little vague.

"Well, I'll show you the words on the pillar on the side of the stone pier!" Ao Cunxin hurriedly hugged the little boy and turned to the side of the statue, and the little boy Yang Jian seemed to read something from the performance of his eldest sister Ao Cunxin.

"Wow, there are so many words, and they are so small!" Seeing the dense small characters on the side of the stone pier, the little boy Yang Jian expressed his emotion: "I don't even know it." ”

"Of course, this is a traditional Chinese character, which is different from the character you learned, and besides, you are only four or five years old, so you shouldn't know many words!" Ao Cunxin calmed down his emotions, the flush on his face receded, and his face was still so beautiful.

"Yes, then the big sister read it to me!" said the little boy Yang Jian with a smile.

"No problem, this is a poem, written by a man named Wu Chengen more than 400 years ago, and it reads:

'Li Zaiwei paints landscapes, not to say that he can also look like gods and ghosts.

The change of the pen end is really terrifying, and the attitude is like a strange life.

The young man is beautiful and clear, and the command is from Yang Lingfeng.

Xingfei Electric Switch was ordered to collect and make the mountains and forests empty.

The famous eagle fights the dog, and the big sword and long knife shine in the frost and snow.

The monkey is old and wants to break his soul, and the fox girl is spilling blood.

The river turned over the sea and stirred up Liuding, and there were no water monsters left.

Qingfeng broke the madness, and the golden san entangled and captured the poisonous dragon.

Divine soldiers hunt demons and beasts, and there is no Yikou in exploring the nest.

The calm anger is safe, although the teeth and claws dare to gallop.

I heard that the ancient saint opened Hongmeng, and the official was the Jedi and the heavens.

Xuanyuan casts the mirror Yu casts the tripod, and the people and things in all directions are integrated.

Later, the demons came out of the holes, and people gathered and roared during the day.

In the end, the old Zhong Kui of the South Jinshi was empty, and he was wasted in the palace.

The civil disaster turned out of the crown, not for the ape and the crane but for the sandworm.

Sitting and watching the Song room use five ghosts, I don't see Yu Ting's four murderers.

The wild man is grateful, and sighs three times in the wind.

The evil knife is worn in the chest, and the hatred of peace is weak.

There is a bow to save the moon and the sun, how can there be no heroes in the world?

Who can give me Lin Feng and a long order to protect Qingning Gong for ten thousand years. Ao Cunxin finished reading the poem, although the little boy Yang Jian didn't understand anything, but he kept looking at Ao Cunxin's big sister's expression, just when he finished reading, the little boy smiled and said: "Big sister, I just observed your expression and found one thing, do you ~ do you like this hero with the same sound as my name~?" The little boy Yang Jian seems to be simple, but he is actually very smart and a big ghost!