The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

It is reasonable and reasonable to go to Heaven to borrow troops, but it is easy to lose the tail; if the heavenly soldiers and generals are stationed here, then Yang Jian will be really at a loss.

Going to Dragon Palace to borrow troops is purely based on one's own "personal relationship", and Dragon Palace will inevitably lend troops to oneself.

But using my father-in-law's soldiers to open up territory is somewhat... embarrassing.

Therefore, after thinking about it for a while, Yang Jian couldn't make up his mind. Yang Jian glanced at the twelve commanders behind him. The twelve more mature Wu clan boys and girls looked at Yang Jian with anticipation.

They were expressing their urgency to fight in front of Yang Jian, hoping to gain some self-proof.

Yang Jian said in a deep voice: "For the time being, find a place to hide near Meishan, and I will give you half a month to verify the previous investigations one by one."

"Yes," the Twelve Commanders replied slightly disappointed.

A slight smile appeared on Yang Jian's stern face. The Twelve Commanders were like a spring breeze, and the tension and eagerness in their hearts eased a lot.

"Don't worry, there is a time for you to show your talents. When investigating here, be careful not to reveal your whereabouts. Take these."

Yang Jian took a jade tablet and cut it into twelve pieces at random, with a mysterious energy wrapped around each piece.

"If you are in danger, just crush this piece of jade, and I will show up to save you."

Yu Luo hurriedly said, "Second Master, we don't need to..."

"For you, my word is an order." Yang Jian said calmly, and the twelve commanders quickly knelt down on one knee, all nervous.

Yang Jian curled his lips, wondering why they were so afraid of him, maybe it was because they didn't see each other very often.

With a wave of his hand, the Twelve Commanders simultaneously cast a mysterious technique, concealed their figures, turned into twelve clouds of smoke, and drifted slowly towards the foot of Meishan.

Yang Jian was a little speechless, wondering how many skills his twelve only subordinates had learned when he was not around...

It should be Master's masterpiece, there is no one else but Master.

He stood on the cloud and paused for a while, his spiritual sense searched thousands of miles around, and then headed southeast.

Fifteen hundred miles away from Meishan, on the edge of Central China, there is actually a small city. The whole city was shrouded in a formation, and there were many monsters around it. The city was like a reef in the territory of the monster clan.

Human city?

Yang Jian couldn't help muttering in his heart.

The six friends of Meishan, six subordinates with powerful mana, who are also his sworn brothers, have not been found yet.

And Meishan is occupied by the monster clan, Yang Jian was still thinking before, he can't be his sworn brother is the monster clan that he has been targeting...

Perhaps, starting from rescuing his mother in Tianting, his destiny is already different from the original Yang Jian; the six friends and confidants who should have met, also cannot be met.

"The Roaring Dog, the three-pointed and two-edged sword, the six friends of Meishan..."

Yang Jian muttered a few words, his figure had already flown over the city, and he looked back at the direction of Meishan. There are many mountains between this place and Meishan, but there is an inexplicable connection.

The city is full of people, with a population of hundreds of thousands; many figures are flying and patrolling in the air, and there are also heavy soldiers stationed in several areas outside the large defensive formation, wearing standard armor and high-spirited.

Celestial soldiers?

It seems not, because the flag erected on the top of the city is not the flag of the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals.

It was a plum blossom, blooming on the snow-white silk, as gorgeous as blood.

"Mei..." Yang Jian seemed to have sensed something, wrapped himself in profound energy, performed seventy-two transformations into an ordinary bird, and flew in directly ignoring the formation.

After walking around the city twice, he landed in the garden of a mansion, quietly observing the monks and mortals in the city.

Here is a harmonious place, mortals live in abundance, there are continuous grain fields outside the city, and monks are stationed to guard them.

All the soldiers and guards in the city, whether they are patrolling the streets of mortals or those immortal soldiers who have successfully practiced, all have a 'plum blossom' on their armor, which is still as beautiful as blood.

family? sect?

What is the meaning of a blood plum blossom?

Afraid of being aroused in everything, Yang Jian's curiosity was aroused, and he put aside how to conquer Meishan for the time being, and let the twelve commanders investigate the details of the monster clan there, while he swaggered and settled down in the city.

There are a few breaths of Da Luo Jinxian in the city, but for Yang Jian at this time, a few Da Luo Jinxians are no longer dangerous, unless it is a level of power like Uncle Taiyi.

The restaurant has always been a place where the three teachings and nine streams gather, and it has always been the most conspicuous building in the city.

This big city with plum blossoms as its banner is a city where immortals and mortals live together. A tall building stands at the intersection of Fansu Street and Xiuzhefang City. People come and go on the ground, and immortals come and go in the air. It is very lively.

Yang Jian did not fly to the sky, walked into the gate of the restaurant, swaggered and sat in the corner of the lobby, waved, and the waiter, who was busy before and after, ran over and nodded and bowed.

"Guest, what would you like to order? Look at the noodles."

"What do you have here?" Yang Jian leaned on the back of the chair, a little 'lazy', like a kid from a rich family going out for fun, and said: "I am a trickster, if this food and drink don't suit my taste, don't blame me for going out to ruin your reputation."

The waiter in the shop quickly patted his chest for a while to reassure. When Yang Jian directly took a piece of gold cake and put it on the table, the waiter's eyes turned green.

Yang Jian: "Give me eight dishes, and choose the most expensive one from your store for each."

"Hey..." The shop waiter agreed, but said in a low voice: "Guest officer, the most expensive dish is not bought with gold and silver."

"Oh? What is that for?"

"My guest, you have also seen that our Nine Layers Immortal Brew has nine floors. Ours, hehe, is the lower third floor, and there are middle third floor and upper third floor above."

Yang Jian frowned, displeased, "A dilapidated restaurant with so many tricks, what is there to say about going up to the third floor and the middle third floor?"

"The customer is not a local, is he?" The waiter's eyes flickered.

Yang Jian nodded indifferently: "I came here with my master a few days ago. To tell you the truth, I am also the Taoist priest who cultivates water."

The waiter smiled a little awkwardly, "Then why don't you go to the third floor..."

"Have you ever seen a monk who can't fly?" Yang Jian asked in a cold voice, his face was very unkind, and the waiter hurriedly apologized.

Yang Jian asked about the rules here again, the waiter in the shop hesitated a little, but after Yang Jian threw the gold cake into his arms, he told the truth completely.

This city is really called 'Mei City', the lord of the city is named Mei, and there are more than a dozen monk families in the city that have been passed down since ancient times, all of whom serve the Mei family.

This restaurant is the property of the Mei family. The upper, middle and lower floors entertain different guests, the lower ones are mortals, the middle ones are monks, and the upper ones are immortals. It is said that the highest floor will only be opened when the city lord personally entertains guests.

"I see that there are many monsters in the northwest of this place, and there are many monsters around this city. Why not move this city to the south?"

"Monster?" The waiter in the shop felt a little indignant when he mentioned this word, and said righteously: "If we retreat again, wouldn't this place be taken over by the demon clan? If we are all afraid of the demon's invasion, will our human race still have a place to live?"

Yang Jian rubbed the center of his eyebrows and said 'offended', but he didn't expect that he would be educated so righteously by a waiter in the shop.

In this way, it can also be seen that Meicheng is extraordinary.

"Monsters can eat people," Yang Jian said, "Those monks who come and go may be fine, but you are a mortal, aren't you afraid?"

"To tell you the truth, this is the twenty-eighth generation of my family here, and I have seen a lot of monsters," the waiter in the shop said with a smile, "Monsters can't enter the city. There are so many immortals in the city, and there is no place in the whole world that is safer than this. Guest officer, wait a little while, I'll get you some food."

"Go, if the food is not delicious, you still have to return the thing in your hand."

"Don't worry, you!"

The shop waiter yelled and trot away with the gold cake in his hand.

Yang Jian listened intently, every sentence and every word in this tall building fell into his ears.

"It seems that the Heavenly Court sent an envoy to recruit him again, and said that he promised us the position of general in front of the city lord's hall. I don't know if the city lord will agree this time."

"Hey, what about the Grand General in front of the palace, who let you listen to the announcement outside the palace, with no soldiers or power in your hands. Do you still remember that Erlang Zhenjun saved his mother? At that time, the heavenly court gave Erlang Zhenjun the title of Grand Marshal in front of the palace. Guess what happened?"

"What else can it do, who doesn't know about Zhenjun Erlang scolding Taibai Jinxing?"

Well, there are people talking about themselves.

In all kinds of ways, Yang Jian extracted a lot of information.

First of all, this place is a fortress against the demon clan, and every year, many people with lofty ideals who have the righteousness to eliminate demons come to vote here. Whenever there is a big war here, many immortal sects in the northwest of Central China will send people to help.

I also accidentally heard a lot of rumors about Brother Lu Chunyang.

Second, the Yao clan regards Meicheng as a thorn in the flesh and a thorn in the side. There will be a big war almost every hundred years. There was a bloody battle decades ago, with countless casualties.

Third...

"General! It's him!"

Yang Jian was thinking about it leisurely, when suddenly he heard some familiar voices, but this time it was a bit sharp.

He turned his head and saw that it was the waiter who took his gold cake just now. He was hiding behind a burly man wearing fairy armor. He pointed at Yang Jian and said, "He just asked me about many things in the city, and he came here from a face that I have never seen before. Maybe he is a spy from the monster clan!"

Look at that general, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, thick hands and big feet, carrying two big knives on his back, and his magic power is as vast as a sea of ​​smoke.

"You!" The general walked forward, folded his arms, and then remembered something, and shouted to the lobby: "Why are you still standing there, leave quickly! I won't hurt your little arms and legs with my hands, Grandpa!"

All the diners dispersed in a rush, pouring out of the restaurant, and the street gradually became noisy.

Yang Jian picked up a cup of fragrant tea, took a sip, and said, "There are hundreds of thousands of people in this city, you just haven't seen me, how can you tell that I'm a spy?"

The general smiled coldly and said, "Is that so? Since you are from the city, then take your badge and have a look!"

"Token? Oh, I forgot to bring it."

As soon as Yang Jian finished speaking, a gleaming sword fell from the sky and split the wooden table in front of Yang Jian.

"Hey! You monster! Hurry up and show your original form!"