The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

　　Whoever pollutes will control it. This is also a way of repaying cause and effect.

　　 Master’s education cannot owe cause and effect, and he once said that perhaps it is just a one-sentence point, and it is necessary to repay a huge debt in the future.

　　 It’s a matter of blocking a person’s bathroom, although I can’t say that I have to pay my life later, but Yang Jian will always feel a little embarrassed...

　　 Let's deal with it. As the future Erlang Manifestation True Lord, we can't do this kind of thing to lift the pants and leave!

　　 Looking for water to flush the latrine!

　　 Waiting for the little princess who was brave in his bones, took the maids and hurried away. Yang Jian pinched his nose and went into the bathroom again, and then looked around to see if there was a well or something.

　　 was looking for it, and he walked out of this secluded yard.

　　As soon as they stepped out, they saw three or five little servants who were dressed in short shirts and cloths, and Yang Jian, who were somewhat similar to Yang Jian, came together. They complained about how to get this errand and went to clear the bathroom.

　　 Yang Jian frowned, wouldn't he even be unable to do remedial measures?

　　 Forget it, forget it, it's not a big deal, forgive yourself temporarily.

　　 Waiting for the figures of the young men to be hidden by the rockery, Yang Jian looked at the high wall when he came, and then at the stone road outside the courtyard. He seemed to hear the loud voices, the bells and drums in the distance, and he couldn't help but smile.

　　 It is hard to come and take a walk in the red dust. Take a stroll in the past and see how extravagant the princes of the world are!

　　 Those little servants just dressed up like him, as long as he looks more natural, maybe no one will notice.

　　 What if someone finds him?

　　 The big deal is to smear the soles of the feet. In this mortal city where there are no monks, he doesn't need to be afraid.

　　 swayed along a low wall toward the front, and within two steps, Yang Jian smelled the fragrance of vegetables. After looking for incense, he saw a courtyard where many small servants were busy. This should be a back kitchen.

　　 Yang Jian saw that no one was paying attention to him, smiled calmly and left, and suddenly heard a shout:

　　 "Hey! That one over there! Yes! Just you! What are you doing in a daze!"

　　 dressed in a satin gown, the four burly men shouted.

　　 With a big head and a thick neck, he is almost a gang, not to mention, this man is carrying a large plate of steaming braised pork.

　　 Yang Jian didn't feel surprised, and immediately nodded and ran over, and looked at the chef with a smile on his face.

　　The chef yelled fiercely: "Hold it, slow down! This is the twelfth dish of the main table! If you sprinkle a little soup, be careful that your head falls!"

　　 Yang Jian hurriedly brought it over carefully, turned around and left the yard with small steps.

　　 The chef murmured: "Huh? New here? Why do you feel the clothes are so worn? Huh, those who are in charge are getting more and more excessive."

　　 "Spoon!"

　　 "Come here!" The chef yelled, without thinking about it, and went on busy.

　　 Outside the small courtyard, Yang Jian looked at the plate full of braised unknown meat, flowing in his mouth, glanced at no one, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, the meat actually melted in the mouth...

"Ok……"

　　 As if a magnificent background sound rang from all around, Yang Jian was so touched, tears filled his eyes.

　　 This is a delicacy that I have never tasted in my previous life. It is so... It makes people want to stop.

　　 Yang Jian sighed, looked around, then reached out and took a piece of meat in his mouth, saw the golden soup again, raised the plate and took a sip, still walking slowly under his feet...

　　 Such and such, when Yang Jian bowed his head and walked through a long corridor, and followed the other food delivery servants into a majestic palace, the future Erlang true monarch felt a little guilty in his heart.

　　 I should not see it...

　　 is probably invisible...

　　 After all, there are still two pieces of meat in the middle of the plate, and there are noisy people here, the food delivery boy is not just coming from a kitchen, who knows what the dish was originally? how many?

　　 The palace has carved beams and painted buildings, magnificent and magnificent. Twelve stone pillars support the roof of the palace. The floor is covered with soft carpets. The workmanship is exquisite and valuable.

　　 The hall is quite spacious, and it doesn't appear to be congested when more than a hundred round tables are put down. These round tables are already full of guests early, but no one dared to move the chopsticks at this time, and they all looked at the main table.

　　 At the main table, there are a pair of burly men with white temples. The beautiful girl Yang Jian had seen before stood on the right side of the man, whispering softly, seeming to be acting like a baby.

　　 Yang Jian looked sideways, and glanced at the few people sitting on the left side of the burly prince...

　　 monk?

　　 is indeed a monk, because Yang Jian has noticed the fluctuations in the aura of these people. Although they are very weak, they can indeed arouse the aura of heaven and earth.

　　 They were wearing blue Dao robes, but there was another layer of silk and satin gowns outside the Dao robes. Two of them carried long swords on their backs. The swords seemed to be magic weapons, and they were like simple decorations.

　　 But Yang Jian felt that the few people were still weak.

　　 It's not that his vision is too high, and it's not that he has spent a long time with the great supernatural powers like Yuding Zhenren, and can't look down on the monks in this great world...

　　 Yang Jian practiced the eighty-nine profound arts to complete the first stage. Although he hadn't practiced seventy-two changes or other magical powers, the profound arts itself had magical features.

　　 The strength of these people, Yang Jian can tell at a glance, they are not as good as...Xiao Chan'er...

I don’t know how to divide the realm of cultivation under the immortal in this great world, but Yang Jian estimates that this should be a relatively low-level monk, and he is full of wealth and nostalgia. I am afraid that it will be exhausted in a few years. Disperse, wan for everyone.

　　 Opposite the prince, sitting a young man wearing brocade clothes and a handsome face with a trace of morbidity, at this time, watching the little princess Lingxiu affectionately.

　　 The little princess also took a look at the young man secretly, with a slight blush next to his face.

　　 is close to the main table, before he can hear the conversation there, the little princess is holding the big hand of the burly princess and acting like a baby.

　　 "Father! I don't want to sit next to him! Can't I just sit here!"

　　 Yang Jian lowered his head and placed the plate in his hand on the empty space on the round table. It happened to be in front of a monk. The monk looked down and couldn't help but stared. He looked up at Yang Jian.

　　 Yang Jian smiled awkwardly, bowed his head and walked away.

　　 The cultivator didn't say anything, and continued to sit there with a cold face, arrogantly.

　　 Huh... it passed.

　　 Yang Jian turned around and walked towards the side door of the main hall. At this moment, he heard an energetic shout from behind him.

"Everyone! I have a birthday, and I have to bother you to come here. I really feel ashamed of this! Today I am waiting for a full drink, the wine and food are not respectable! Come, present the arranged singing and dancing, and let me and you Distinguished guests!"

　　咚!咚咚!

　　 The sound of drums suddenly appeared at the side door of the main hall, and several women wearing colorful satin cloud dresses came from the side door.

　　 Yang Jian, who was walking towards the side door, quickly hid aside and made way for these familiar singers...

　　 sniff, sniff.

　　 Yang Jian's nose shook, he smelled the thick powdery smell, and frowned slightly.

The glamorous singers and dancers never looked at him. They went to the open space near the main table and joined the other singers who entered from the other side, shaking their long sleeves and twisting their soft waists. limb……

　　 Yang Jian shook his head and chuckled. He didn't look at those graceful figures much, he was about to side the door.

　　 wrong!

　　 Yang Jian's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he stopped in the middle of the side door, and a small lightning flashed suddenly in his mind.

　　 The few women he had met before were sitting on a bullock cart and flirting with him!

　　 is wrong again, it seems it is not them!

　　 The powder that I smelled just now was not that smell... and there was something hidden in the powder, something that made him a little uneasy.

　　 Trance, inhuman.

　　 Although Yang Jian has not cultivated the third heavenly eye, this is the first time he has encountered this situation, but a strange and familiar vocabulary appears in his heart...

　　 Demons!

　　 A cold wind suddenly rose from behind, still some distance away from him.

　　 Yang Jian suddenly turned around, his eyes seemed to be bursting with lightning! Under his gaze, a group of dancers who had been singing gracefully, now changed their appearance!

　　 strong teeth and fangs, long tail swaying, like a group of monsters hiding under human skin, his eyes fixed on the main table.

　　 Suddenly, the two dancers moved, and blood suddenly appeared, and the two dancers exploded abruptly, and their flesh and blood were scattered!

　　In the **** light, two animal shadows that looked like wolves and foxes rushed out and smashed directly at the main table!