The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

If he wanted to see Di Xin, he had to go to this palace. But it is not easy to enter the place where the emperor lives, so one has to think of a reason.

After thinking about it, there was no clever solution. All that popped into Yang Jian's mind were some charlatans doing good deeds in Chaoge City. When they were famous enough, they might be recommended by the court officials.

Yang Jian didn't bother to expend any effort, and went straight to the palace.

If you want to be a warlock, fortune-telling and flickering are naturally necessary, but Yang Jian is not good at deduction, so this bowl of rice is really not worth it.

Walking through the busy streets, I arrived at a group of heavily guarded mansions. This place should be the residence of the officials of the court. There are soldiers patrolling the streets everywhere, and guards are guarding the gates.

"Stop! Where did it come from?"

A group of soldiers stopped in front of Yang Jian, as if seeing him face-to-face, Heng Mao stopped Yang Jian.

Naturally, Yang Jian would not be furious because of the scolding of a few mortals, he smiled lightly and said: "Uncle Wang invited me to talk, I came from beyond the clouds."

This team of soldiers immediately changed their expressions, saluted Yang Jian respectfully, stepped back two steps, and bowed to see him off.

"Offend, offend."

"Well," Yang Jian nodded, and walked past with an elegant and easy-going figure, unlike ordinary people.

Uncle Wang is good at making friends with capable people and strangers, and he has an exquisite heart that can distinguish between loyalty and evil, good and evil, and think about everything in the world.

This seven-orifice exquisite heart is a precious medicinal material, and it can be regarded as a chance, but Yang Jian absolutely cannot accept it, and will not make any comparisons.

While walking, Yang Jian saw two big trees, and walked among the big trees. The figure disappeared immediately, without attracting anyone's attention.

He turned into a lark, fluttered his wings, and rushed to the palace.

The golden dragon above the palace seemed to have sensed it. Its somewhat empty eyes opened and looked forward. It saw the lark, but it couldn't detect anything unusual.

This golden dragon was transformed by Dixin's imperial destiny, and also the fate of the great merchant nation; because at the end of ancient times, the dragon clan paid a lot of attention to the human race, and many tribes of the human race used the dragon clan as their totem, so the condensed human emperor's fortune was all in the shape of a dragon.

And the luck golden dragon has nothing to do with the dragon clan.

The lark didn't care about the golden dragon, and ran directly towards the continuous palace of the palace.

The golden dragon suddenly stretched out a huge claw, covering the sky and the sun, covering Yang Jian's body!

Ordinary people can't see it, but feel that the sun in the palace is suddenly brighter. But the monks lurking in various parts of Chaoge City frowned when they saw this scene.

And who is trying to break into the place where Di Xin is? Di Xin's fate is still alive, and the golden dragon is even more disturbed by the coercion of the saint, just like a frightened bird, it is extremely difficult to get in, and it is easy to damage its own luck.

But the next scene made these cultivators who were hiding here waiting for a chance to stare wide-eyed.

The little lark turned a blind eye to the dragon claw that covered the sky and was directly grabbed by the dragon claw; but suddenly the golden light shone, and the lark hit a hole on the side of the dragon claw, and flew down towards a palace with fluttering wings.

Jinlong seemed to be spiritual, so he was also stunned at this time.

But after the lark got into the palace, it immediately disappeared. The huge golden dragon was 'frozen for a while', and slowly retracted its downward claws without searching.

At the same time, in the most central and highest hall of the palace, the young man sitting high on the dragon chair frowned, feeling a little restless in his heart.

"That's how you broke in?"

In the private room of the restaurant, some short and fat Taoists clicked their tongues, and laughed and cursed at a man and a woman at the same table: "What is the origin of the guy who broke into the palace? Fate is so strong that the emperor's luck can't stop him!"

"Brother Zhao, are you kidding me? Do you dare to call Emperor Xin's luck the luck of the Emperor?"

The woman chuckled lightly, and her eyes showed some memories, "Thinking of the fate of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, suppressing the entire Nanfang Buzhou, we can see it from a distance even in Jin'ao Island."

The handsome man also said: "When it comes to Xia Qi, it can only cover one country; if it's changed to Cheng Tang, it can barely protect a city, but this Di Xin can only protect the palace... It's really embarrassing."

"Brother Zhao" Zhao Gongming smiled, shook his head and said: "This is the change of the way of heaven, which contains a lot of theorems. Kingship in the world is also a way."

"Brother Zhao, tell me, could it be that Yang Jian who broke in just now?"

The words of the woman at the same table made Zhao Gongming almost spit out the tea he just drank; Zhao Gongming looked at the junior sister with black lines on his forehead, and smiled helplessly.

"Don't always think about that kid, his master treasures him so much, how could he let him wander in this place of catastrophe."

"That's right, Yang Jian should be reunited with his mother at this time," the woman sighed softly, her beautiful eyes full of emotion and yearning, "If I can have such a son, handsome and martial, with the demeanor of an unrivaled general... Mmm! It's really a wonderful thing!"

The man on the side smiled and said, "Junior Sister, then you should start a family."

Zhao Gongming raised his eyebrows, "I think you two are pretty good, if you want a son, why not wait for this matter and discuss with each other?"

Rao is a monk who has been cultivating for many years, and he couldn't help but blush at this time; the woman spit at Zhao Gongming twice, and her figure disappeared immediately;

"Come, come, drink and drink! This secular wine has a special flavor!"

Zhao Gongming laughed loudly, and took his junior brother to drink to his heart's content, but he also felt a little guilty while drinking.

Could it be, is it really Yang Jian?

Breaking through luck is not something that can be done with cultivation and supernatural powers. It must be done with luck and luck.

The reason why the lark was able to penetrate the golden dragon's claws just now, in layman's terms, is that its life is harder than that of Di Xin, and it is also protected by great luck.

Thinking about it this way, the person who has been more active recently with great luck seems to be Yu Ding's apprentice, that tricky little bastard...

"What's wrong, brother?"

"No, nothing." Zhao Gongming put down his wine glass, stood up, picked up the flag beside him, and put on a cloth hat. "I'll go to the palace for a stroll, you'll remember to pay the bill later, it's not easy for mortals to survive."

"Brother, wait for me." The man who was drinking with Zhao Gongming also stood up, threw down two gold cakes, and said with a smile, "There is nothing left and right, and I will go back to Shang Rong's mansion to continue alchemy."

"Well, remember to find out more useful news."

"I'll save it, brother, don't worry."

Zhao Gongming nodded, and hurried downstairs with his flag.

Look at the flag, there are four big characters of Tiandi Xuanhuang written on the front, and two lines of slogans on the north.

'Ask the hexagrams, ask the gods to change their fate, move the house, expel ghosts, and fix Fengshui'

Can be described as quite professional.

According to the patrolling guards of Chaoge City, in the past few months, the number of charlatans haunting the city has obviously increased dozens of times.

What's even more amazing is that there are not a few quack warlocks who have become famous on weekdays, but so many quack warlocks go in and out of restaurants every day, it seems that all of them are wealthy businessmen.

In the palace, a little bee was flying around among the flowers, but it was Yang Jian who had used the method of transformation and was looking for Di Xin's trace.

There was no one in the palace, and there were no men in the palaces of queens and concubines; it was a "beauty" who accidentally broke through the music with the guards, which is also a common thing in the palace, and Yang Jian will not be surprised.

I just stopped to observe and learn some prehistoric knowledge.

Finally, in a side hall near the center, Yang Jian heard the sound of a jade object breaking, and flew to find the sound, and saw Di Xin.

Di Xin, King Zhou, the last monarch of the Great Shang Dynasty, a tyrant who is well-known in later generations...but I never thought about it, but it is a good face of life.

Di Xin was tall and slender, with a face like a crown of jade, his eyes had a compelling look, his face was sharp and angular, and when he was angry, there would be a sneer at the corner of his mouth. But his bearing and majesty make him a qualified king.

At this moment, Di Xin was standing in front of a desk with an angry look on his face, with broken glass cups at his feet, and several palace servants knelt on the ground to pick up the fragments.

Di Xin seemed to be extremely bored, kicked a palace official away with his foot, and sat back on his seat boldly.

It slammed on the table again.

"Speak! Continue to speak!" Di Xin sneered: "Aren't you usually eloquent in persuading widows not to accept concubines and not to have fun? Heh, why are you all dumb now?"

Before the case, there were four people standing, two of them were old, and the other two were younger with gray hair.

Yang Jian didn't know these four people, but he felt a faint Taoist charm from the old man in front. After thinking a little bit, he realized that this person should be the grand master Wen Zhong who claimed to be the only one who could 'control King Zhou'.

"Your Majesty," Wen Zhong bowed his head and sighed, "It has not been a year since the feudal lords jointly requested to lower taxes and increase troops. Why should Your Majesty be angry? This has happened every year since the previous dynasty. To appease the lords, they will show their military power later, and they can settle down for ten or five years."

Di Xin had cross tendons throbbing on his forehead, and said coldly, "I don't want to comfort you, so what can I do?"

"This..." Wen Zhong pondered for a while, looking at Di Xin with some helplessness in his old eyes.

"Your Majesty!" The old man on the side cupped his hands and said in a very angry voice: "Since ancient times, the princes have been treated with kindness and power. This move is not a blind concession, but just to let these princes settle down and wait for the king to clean up!"

The middle-aged general behind the old man also persuaded: "Nowadays, the land of Dongyi is constantly fighting, and I really don't have much energy to deal with these princes. In fact, even if you don't give them a government order, they are recruiting private soldiers in private, which is even more disgusting!"

"Ha!" Di Xin suddenly smiled, leaning on the dragon's back, and suddenly slapped the table in front of him, and the long table carved from precious wood exploded from it!

boom! clatter——

"Look! This is the world owned by the widow! This is the world of the widow! Eight hundred princes in the town, half of them have ulterior motives, half of them occupy the land and become kings, and they don't respect orders! What use do you want them for!"

The four important ministers were all silent. They had heard Di Xin complain about this matter countless times.

But when the first emperor was already in power, the princes of the eight hundred towns were already powerful. After Emperor Xin succeeded to the throne, the princes recruited troops unscrupulously, and their hearts could be punished.

Wen Zhongdao: "Your Majesty, the princes of the world are headed by the four major towns. If you want to kill chickens to scare monkeys, why not choose one of these four people and do more planning."

"How does the Grand Master want to plan?"

Di Xin raised his eyebrows, his eyes filled with anticipation.

But Yang Jian, who had been listening to this on the beam, felt some strange emotions in his heart.

Could it be that the real Battle of the Conferred Gods was the process in which Di Xin wanted to suppress the eight hundred princes, but was overthrown by the eight hundred princes instead?

This is really...

Specifically, you will know after listening.