The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Nezha leaped onto the top of the hot wheel, arrogant, high-spirited, with his small chest straight, grabbed the Qiankun ring in his hand and threw it at Yang Jian's calf.

Although he is a bit stubborn, he is not a person with a vicious heart, and he will kill Yang Jian's vitals as soon as he comes up.

Yang Jian didn't move, and didn't practice Xuangong, he let the circle of heaven and earth hit his calf.

After this smash, flames splashed and stars flashed randomly, Li Jing's eyelids twitched wildly, and Yin's complexion, who was hiding in the distance, also changed.

'How can my son be so ruthless? '

Hearing the sound of 'Dang', Yang Jian remained motionless, the pale yellow robe shimmered, and the Qiankun circle was bounced out instead, smashing several stone slabs on the edge of the flowerbed.

Little Nezha looked at Yang Jian suspiciously, and with a move, the circle of heaven and earth fell back into his hand.

"Don't hold back," Nezha kindly warned Yang Jian, "I only used six or seven percent of my strength just now."

Yang Jian said with a smile, "Even if you use sixty or seventy percent of your force, it's hard to hurt me."

"Sixty to seventy percent strength?" Nezha was a little confused, looked down at his hands, checked them one by one, and murmured, "Aren't I only ten strength in total?"

Yang Jian is also happy.

"Use whatever skills you have," Yang Jian shouted, "I also want to let you know how powerful you are, so as not to cause trouble everywhere and cause big troubles in the future."

The little Nezha snorted, and with a strange look, he rushed into the air on the hot wheel, holding the Qiankun circle with his two small hands and shaking it from side to side.

"Glamourous."

Yang Jian still didn't move, but this time a layer of profound energy and profound handle was arranged outside the mysterious body.

There was another burst of tinkling noises, and the phantom of the phoenix was blown to pieces like waves crashing onto the reef.

The reef still stands there, with a smile in his eyes, and his figure remains motionless.

The little Nezha opened his mouth, as if he couldn't accept it; with his temper, the little Nezha immediately urged Huntian Ling, and the red rope jumped down like a python, wrapping Yang Jian tightly from head to toe, with only one head exposed.

"Hmph!" Nezha said triumphantly, "You must be scared now."

"Oh? Why should I be afraid?" Yang Jian asked with a smile without changing his face.

Nezha stepped on the hot wheel and flew to the front, humming: "I have wrapped you up, if I just pull this rope now, you will have a big somersault!"

Yang Jian asked: "Have you ever used this method to play tricks on others?"

The baby is also sincere, and replied in a childish voice: "My mother won't let me shoot people, but I often use this method to go to the sea to catch fish and roast them."

Several black lines hung on Yang Jian's forehead, "Just pull and you'll know."

"That's what you said," little Nezha made a gesture with his little hand, and Huntian Ling flew over and landed one end in his little hand, and then pulled hard...

"Eh?" Nezha was a little surprised, looking at Yang Jian, "Why are you not moving?"

"You want me to move? I'll show you what to do," Yang Jian said, a brilliant glow poured out of his body, and the tangled circles of Huntian Ling immediately bulged.

These spiritual treasures were all refined by Taiyi Daoist to help Nezha, so it can be said that life and death are intersected.

When Yang Jian forced Hun Tianling like this, Nezha suddenly felt it, but he was young after all, and he liked to be serious at this time, so he didn't put away Hun Tianling, but just stared at Yang Jian's movements.

Huntian Ling was pushed away by the profound energy, Yang Jian flew up, turned around gracefully, and landed aside, withdrawing his own profound energy.

Huntian Ling lost her support, and immediately lay limply on the ground, but Nezha raised her hand and beckoned her back.

Little Nezha suddenly gave a low shout, and rushed towards Yang Jian with his small fists raised without using the magic weapon.

With smiles in the corners of Yang Jian's eyes, he raised his hands and bent down as if he wanted to hug him; when Nezha rushed to him, he suddenly pressed his hands under Nezha's ribs, enveloping the wind fire wheel with profound energy, and hugged the little Nezha directly.

If it weren't for Nezha's rushing too fast and Yang Jian's attack too fast, this scene should have been enjoyable.

Although Li Jing next to him didn't see too many ways, he knew how much his son was capable of, and he was shocked by Yang Jian's methods.

Thinking of Yang Jian's various deeds, Li Jing immediately felt relieved.

After all, this is the true emperor of heaven, not an ordinary fairy.

"Are you convinced?"

Nezha struggled in Yang Jian's hands for a while, but how could his little fist hit Yang Jian? Arm length is too much.

"I don't accept it!" Little Nezha raised his face, still stubborn.

But Yang Jian said seriously: "Win is winning, and losing is losing. Everyone has times when they are inferior to others, and if they are inferior, they are inferior! If you dare not even admit this, then it is not a manly act."

Little Nezha looked confused, "But I'm a man..."

"Then can you beat me?"

"It seems that I can't beat it...but I still have a way to use it. Hmph, I have a lot of ways." Little Nezha rolled his eyes, and Yang Jian couldn't help but chuckle because of him.

Yang Jian intended to continue teasing him, but suddenly he heard a call from the bottom of his heart, his smile froze and turned into a mocking smile.

Yang Jian said: "Okay, then let's count as a tie today, how about it?"

"You put me down first."

Yang Jian obeyed and put little Nezha by his lap.

"Ah!" Nezha suddenly punched Yang Jian's knee, which caught Yang Jian by surprise.

Hearing a soft click, little Nezha gritted his teeth and stood there, looking at the unnaturally misaligned palms, his big eyes glistened.

"Nezha doesn't hurt..." Nezha squeezed out these words from his small mouth, then grabbed his wrist and chanted like a mantra, "Nezha doesn't hurt, Nezha doesn't cry...it doesn't hurt at all...cry, cry..."

"Hahahaha! You have to make a fuss. What, did you suffer?"

Yang Jian was overjoyed, squatted down, and wrapped Nezha's palm with a burst of profound energy. Nezha only felt the warmth of his palms, and the pain disappeared. He looked at Yang Jian with tears in his eyes, and asked, "Why are your bones so hard?"

"Because I am more capable than you," Yang Jian rubbed Nezha's head, and taught earnestly, "You were born only a few years ago. You must know that in this world, some masters have lived through endless years. Your ability is still too weak, so don't act recklessly just because you have some magic power."

Glancing at Li Jing standing next to him, Yang Jian said, "Listen to your parents' discipline, and your mana will become stronger and stronger, remember?"

Nezha nodded half-understood, his little face was full of disappointment, and he was greatly frustrated.

Yang Jian didn't say much, and Nezha didn't pretend to be afraid of talking too much. Today, he just taught little Nezha a lesson, letting him know the truth of others, so as not to think too much of himself and end up in trouble.

After Nezha had taught him a lesson, Yang Jian went to Li Jing, apologized, and said that he had to leave first because of something urgent.

Li Jing didn't dare to keep him longer, he just said that if Yang Jian wanted to, he could come to the residence for a long-term stay at any time.

Yang Jian thanked Nezha for his farewell, and did not look at Nezha much before leaving; because he would inevitably come back a few times later to do something for little Nezha.

Why are you in such a hurry to leave?

Naturally, it was because of the call that sounded in his heart, and it was none other than his master who called him.

Flying into the sky, Yang Jian drove the cloud to the southeast, and soon saw two Taoists standing on the cloud, facing the coast of the East China Sea, waiting for him to pass.

Looking at these two Taoist priests, they are really not comparable to ordinary gods.

The person on the left, although not slender, gave off a sense of a towering mountain. He was wearing a brown Taoist robe, with mid-length hair hanging down casually, and his tall and straight figure stood like a pine and cypress between the sky and the earth.

Who is it if it is not Yuding Daoist?

Looking at the figure of the Taoist on the right, his slightly thin body is full of sharpness. He is wearing a red robe with wide sleeves, wearing Qingyun fairy boots, and his long hair is tied up with a jade hairpin, but he does not look feminine.

"Master! Master!"

Yang Jian yelled twice, flew over quickly, and saluted the Taoist in red.

The Taoist turned around, with a smile on the corner of 'Xiu Mei''s mouth, he asked his teacher for his sin as soon as he came up, and said: "Is it fun to bully your junior brother?"

"Master was joking, how could I bully him?" Yang Jian smiled dryly, knowing that he was making fun of Nezha, and being watched by his master and uncle, he was really embarrassed.

Fortunately, Master Taiyi also knew that Yang Jian was going to 'discipline' Nezha; if it were someone else, Master Taiyi might directly take action against discipline, but Yu Ding and Yang Jian, the master and apprentice, were very happy to discipline Nezha, and he didn't feel embarrassed at all.

Yang Jian looked at Yuding, frowned and asked, "Master, why did you come out?"

Daoist Taiyi wondered: "Where is your master going, can I discuss with you in advance?"

Yang Jian didn't know how to answer at once, but Yu Ding smiled and helped him out; Yu Ding said: "I entrust my soul in that treasure, and I won't delay anything. Your uncle has something to do in the East China Sea, and I figured out that you haven't gone to the East China Sea to seek marriage, so let me call you over, and go to the East China Sea Dragon Palace together."

courtship?

Yang Jian was really caught off guard, and just about to argue, Daoist Taiyi waved his hand.

"I have prepared treasures for you here, just for marriage proposals, so you don't have to be polite with your uncle!"

"Uncle, all the treasures for my marriage proposal have been prepared..." Yang Jian murmured for a while, so he decided to go out for a walk today, Master Taiyi is also here, so he can go to Dragon Palace to propose marriage by himself.

Yang Jian was a little cautious and asked, "Should I inform my mother?"

"Why are you calling her?" Master Taiyi laughed, "It's just a marriage proposal, not a marriage. It's not beautiful for your mother to come. Don't worry, your uncle will decide everything for you. If you can't save face, your uncle and I will talk to the Dragon King!"

"Good," Yuding real person smiled kindly, and Yang Jian really couldn't say anything.

Master Taiyi used his magical powers to isolate the universe here, and then leaned towards Yang Jian with a suit of clothes in his hands.

Hair bands, boots, white brocade robes, ring pendants, swords, and girdles are all available.

really……

My uncle.

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PS: A wave broke out on the 15th, begging for support~