The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Nanzhou, in the midst of Jieyun's recovery, the big city that has been turned into ruins.

A group of four sneaked up and landed under the big tree in the courtyard, only to reveal their figures.

Both Yang Xiaochan and Yao Ji are wearing white dresses, but Yang Xiaochan is slim and graceful like a girl, while Yao Ji is quiet and soft after going through wind and frost.

Chu Qian was wearing a blue Taoist robe, solemn and elegant, she did not dare to compete with the mistress, but when she looked closely at Chu Qian and Yao Ji, the charms of the two were surprisingly similar.

Yang Jian, on the other hand, changed into a blue long dress with fluttering long hair, like a literati scholar, gentle and elegant.

He is the son of the Yang family, and after saluting in front of the tomb, he retreated to the side.

Yao Ji had rested in Yuquan Mountain for a while, and now she has regained her spirits. She has icy skin, jade skin, and thin willow-leaf lips. She should be a fairy alone in the galaxy above the nine heavens, but she is inexplicably sad at this time.

Yang Jian felt a little depressed, turned around and walked out of the courtyard, standing outside the courtyard gate and waiting.

Chu Qian thought for a while, and followed Yang Jian out.

"Second master?"

"What's the matter?" Yang Jian calmed down and looked at Chu Qian.

Chu Qian bit her lip and said in a low voice: "Second Lord, why do I... I have no other intentions, I just feel, feel... I seem to know..."

Seeing her hesitating was really uncomfortable, Yang Jian sighed softly, and said: "Don't tell her this, the general who killed Sergeant Yunhua back then was named Mo Han?"

"Yes... Didn't Mo Han die at the hands of the second master?"

"Mo Han killed my father and elder brother, and caused my mother to be suppressed for five hundred years. Naturally, I want to kill him." Yang Jian looked at the branch of the big tree in the courtyard and sighed, "But you know, why did he do such an inhumane thing?"

Chu Qian's delicate body trembled slightly, and she looked at Yang Jian in disbelief.

"The second master said! He is the cause!"

"Well," Yang Jian nodded slowly, Chu Qian's delicate body trembled again and again, she threw herself in front of the door, and looked at the figure kneeling in front of the grave in the courtyard.

Yang Jian tapped Chu Qian's shoulder lightly with his finger, and Chu Qian looked at Yang Jian with tears in her eyes, and said in a low voice, "Why...why has she been so miserable in two lifetimes?"

"Fate, luck, catastrophe, calculation, conspiracy... The world is unpredictable, and the law of heaven is ruthless."

Yang Jian sighed with his hands behind his back, "The reason why I didn't tell you is because I didn't want you to slip up and tell her these things. The matter between Mo Han and Minister Yunhua is in the past, and today there is only Yao Ji, so don't say anything more."

Chu Qian leaned against the door panel, nodded slowly, then burst into tears and wiped away her tears with her sleeve.

"Second master, I want to serve the mistress all the time, is that okay?"

"Help me take good care of my mother and Xiao Chan'er, I will never lose your benefits," Yang Jian said, his words were a little unkind.

But Chu Qian smiled happily, and her eyes never left Yao Ji's back, and there was attachment and nostalgia in her eyes.

"The reason I'm still alive is to find her and protect her. I'm afraid that meeting the second master that day is a destiny."

"Well," Yang Jian waved his hand, "Go in and accompany them, I'll go for a walk around the city."

"Yes." Chu Qian bowed to Yang Jian Yingying, and watched Yang Jian leave the alley.

She took off her hairpin and turned it into a jade qin. She carried the qin into the courtyard and sat by the grave to play it gently.

Seeing this scene, Yang Jian's consciousness also showed some smiles.

This matter is considered complete.

Jumping to the highest place in the big city - a corner of the tower, Yang Jian stood there, looking towards the east.

All he wanted to think about at this time was to plan to confer the gods, and use the momentum of the conferred gods to charge straight up.

How can we get the most luck, merits, treasures and opportunities in the great calamity?

In essence, all of this is measured and manipulated by the Dao of Heaven. As long as it does not interfere with Dao of Heaven's promotion of the 'plot', the higher and more important Yang Jian's position in the catastrophe, the more blessings of luck and merits will naturally be.

As for the treasures, they have to rely on trickery and abduction... Cough, I have to rely on my own ability to snatch it.

Conferred God Tribulation, Immortals splatter blood, life and death are fateful.

Yang Jian played with the magic brush in his hand, and found that the material of the inkstone was amazing, but he could find a master craftsman to help him refine the inkstone into Paiyun bricks.

The treasure given to him by Uncle Huanglong is becoming more and more convenient to use.

Yang Jian stood there, sorting out his thoughts about conferring the gods.

The catastrophe of conferring the gods began when Shang Jundi Xin saw the color, and insulted the statue of Nuwa with a poem.

Although Nüwa's ability is not obvious among the six saints, she first has the merit of creating man and the virtue of mending the sky, and her merits are the most among the six saints!

Saints are immortal, indestructible, what else do they care about besides appearance?

Nuwa is the only female saint among the six saints, don't female saints need to be cheeky!

But Nuwa is a saint, and the human race was created by her, so she is called the virgin of the human race.

She wanted to kill Di Xin, but found that Di Xin still had twenty-eight years of the fate of being emperor, so she didn't kill him directly, but acted according to the way of heaven, and sent the famous Xuanyuan Grave Three Demons to confuse Di Xin...

King Zhou has no way, believes in slander, loves great achievements, and endures strict punishments. He makes cannons, kills Zhongliang, digs out Bigan's heart, and destroys the luck of the Shang Dynasty.

Four hundred princes rebelled, King Wu defeated Zhou, Chanjiao stood on King Wu's side, and Jujiao got involved in King Zhou's camp in a daze.

Even after the Jiuqu Yellow River formation, several saints were attracted to fight. Except for Nuwa, the other five saints fought in Nanzhou...

In the end, the ten thousand immortals who cut off the teaching were no longer there, the vitality of the teaching was greatly damaged, and many disciples defected and joined the Western religion, the luck of the Taoist sect was greatly damaged, and the strength was also greatly damaged.

This is the general process of conferring the gods.

Yang Jian is calculating and plotting.

If you want to strike, it is best to strike early, and everything will be settled when King Wu raises his troops.

If he hadn't been able to participate in the catastrophe of conferring the gods earlier, he might still have to be a grain supervisor, and he would only stand up and turn the tide during several defeats of the Zhou army.

He doesn't need to be on the list of gods, because he is now a marshal of the heavenly court, the Erlang who was conferred by the Jade Emperor himself, and the sage bestowed the "Qingyuan Miaodao".

The main function of the Battle of the Conferred Gods is to bring the dead Taoist disciples into the Heavenly Court, be restrained by the Conferred Gods List, and preside over the movement of the heaven and the earth.

Yang Jian is already the marshal of the Heavenly Court, and he has been recognized by the Dao of Heaven, so he doesn't need to be named on the list of gods.

Therefore, Yang Jian can make clouds and rain at will, as long as he is not dead, he doesn't have to worry about being hurt by disasters.

On the contrary, Master Yu Ding Daoist seems to have another catastrophe in the Conferred Gods, but for the sake of Master, he needs to make a good plan.

But Master's ability, and not much causal connection, shouldn't be... Could it be that Master's injury to the Great Dao that fell from the impact on the Holy Throne has not healed, and he is just bluffing to intimidate others in the heavenly court?

The more Yang Jian thought about it, the more he felt that he had to think more about Master.

In the end, he simply made up his mind not to let the master get involved in the matter of conferring the gods, and he, his disciple, will ward off all disasters.

Master has paid so much for himself and done so much, how can Yang Jian be a disciple of wolf-heartedness?

"How to change..." Yang Jian had some thoughts in his heart, but he eliminated them one by one.

Suddenly, I felt something in my heart, and looked to the northeast, and saw more than a hundred streamers chasing under the robbery cloud; after looking carefully for a while, Yang Jian was furious.

The twelve figures flying in the front are not the twelve commanders and twelve children of the Wu clan that he has cultivated so hard, who are they?

In the battle of the Heavenly Court, Yang Jian told them not to attack, but just waited outside the Zhongtian Gate; when Ao Ji and Ao Xinke left, they were afraid that the heavenly soldiers and heaven would target these twelve Yang Jian's "subordinates", so they swept the twelve witches to the East China Sea.

When the twelve commanders heard that Yang Jian was safe, they practiced on the small island in the East China Sea with peace of mind.

Before Yang Jian came to Nanzhou, he wrote a letter to Ao Ji, asking the dragon clan to help him search for the crystal of the prize money, and also mentioned the twelve commanders, and asked Ao Ji to inform them to come to Nanzhou to meet, and wanted to choose two witch girls to follow his mother.

Unexpectedly, my twelve subordinates, the commander of twelve hundred grass-headed gods in the future, would be chased and killed by a group of monsters in the sky over Nanzhou...

Among the monster clan chasing after him, there were more than a dozen old monsters from the Heavenly Immortal Realm, and they were numerous and powerful. At this time, the twelve commanders were all only real immortals, so they had to form a formation to avoid it.

It's an elegant way to form an formation and avoid it. In layman's terms, it means fleeing in embarrassment.

Yang Jian was a little angry at this moment, but he didn't rush over directly, but just waited here.

The Twelve Commanders are his right-hand man in the future, and it is difficult to become a man without being beaten; the Lich has a long-standing grievance, and it is normal to fight each other.

"Come here."

Yang Jian passed the message to the Twelve Commanders, if they couldn't persist to this place, Yang Jian would naturally rescue them, but he would be extremely disappointed in his heart.

What he wants is the Wu Clan who are good at fighting, not the Wu Clan who are vases.

"Second master!"

"It's the second master!"

"I failed to serve the second master, but I always caused trouble for the second master. I really deserve to die!"

The twelve streamers hesitated for a while, but were finally forced to change direction and fly towards Yang Jian.

But Yang Jian didn't show his breath, standing alone on the tower, his long hair tied up with both hands, and the pointed spear was already in his hand.

In the land of the human race, how can the monster race be allowed to be fierce?

It was overlooked, Nanzhou Jieyun suppressed, and the monks did not dare to approach, but gave the Yaozu a chance to cause disaster.

"Hmph!" Yang Jian grabbed the pointed spear, and murderous intent loomed in his eyes.