The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

As the night gradually rose, lights were lit everywhere in Li's residence.

Li Jing stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, stroked his beard, his eyes were a little erratic.

Thinking about the country, thinking about the people, thinking about the family, thinking twice and worrying, not knowing how to move forward and how to deal with oneself.

Back in the day, when Emperor Xinchu ascended the throne and was the honor of the emperor, Li Jing led his troops to the Chaoge City to have an audience.

Since that time, Li Jing guarded Chentang Pass, and developed Chentang Pass from a border pass to the scale of the first pass on the coast of the East China Sea. He spent endless effort and thought.

Today, the world has rebelled against four hundred princes, and the two families of the East and the South have rebelled. Chaoge's elite teacher Dong was dragged in Youhun Pass. If he sent out a surprise soldier, he could wipe out Dongbohou's rebel army.

But, is the current king really worthy of his assistance?

There are constant news coming from Chaoge City, that His Majesty dotes on the enchanting concubine Daji, the wine pool and meat forest, singing and singing every day, the veterans are persecuted one after another, the death is miserable, and all the princes in the world are boiling.

"Your Majesty," Li Jing sighed, and the scene when he was received by Emperor Xin appeared in front of his eyes.

'Since my great business established the country, the eight hundred princes have become the tail. All the locals only know their own princes, but they don't know that there is me as a great king. The few lovers are all young talents who have been promoted by the widows. How should this matter be resolved? '

Today's His Majesty, is he so obsessed with the side of the beauty that he has forgotten the lofty aspirations of the past?

"well……"

Li Jing sighed again, a gust of night wind blew by, and the two pages of cloth on the desk shook slightly.

It was a letter written by Jiang Wenhuan, the new Dongbo Marquis, with earnest words. After several times, Emperor Xinzhi was fatuous and incompetent. He wanted to avenge the murder of his father, so he implored him to send troops for help.

"I, Li Jing, how can I be such an unfaithful and unrighteous person?"

This matter really put him in a dilemma.

squeak……

The door of the study room was slowly pushed open, and the small head with the corners of the head came in, looked around, and saw Li Jing standing in front of the window.

really want to go?

Little Nezha hesitated for a while, always feeling that what he was going to do next was really unmanly.

But when he turned his head and looked at the empty corridor behind him, there seemed to be an invisible shadow following him, making him have nowhere to go if he wanted to.

‘If you do this well, how about I teach you a supernatural power? '

Hmph, in order to defeat that formidable senior brother in the future, just do it!

Li Jing by the window said a little irritably, "What are you doing sneaking around the door? If you want to go in, just go in!"

Nezha pursed his mouth, and walked in with the wooden basin, thinking about all the instructions of the nagging senior brother, although he was reluctant in his heart, he still raised his head and squeezed an ugly smile.

Li Jing turned around and was stunned when he saw the wooden basin that Nezha was holding.

There was a little heat rising in the tub, and the cool well water was warmed by Yang Jian, adding a wisp of profound energy, which was considered a benefit to Li Jing.

"You bastard!" Li Jing scolded angrily, "But you want to wash all the books in my room!"

Little Nezha got angry and was about to push back, but suddenly he felt someone grab his neck from behind, and squeezed the words back abruptly.

Yang Jian's voice penetrated into his ears: "If you don't do well, you will really suffer."

Little Nezha gritted his teeth, looked like he was grinning, and shouted to Li Jing: "Father..." Then, according to the words Yang Jian asked him to memorize, he said directly: "I see how tired you are these days, worrying and worrying, and want to wash your feet to relieve your fatigue."

"Huh?" Li Jing was immediately vigilant, looking at Nezha, he always felt that there was a fraud in it.

In fact, to be honest, although the little Nezha was a bit lawless, even if he was beaten by Li Jing a few times, he never shot at Li Jing, at most he just avoided.

Seeing Li Jing's expression, little Nezha immediately wanted to throw the wooden basin and leave, but when he wanted to let go of his fingers, he felt that the wooden basin was stuck to his hand, and he couldn't let it go...

Well, let's follow the meaning of nagging senior brother, otherwise it is a trivial matter to suffer flesh and blood, but it is really hard to be forced to read and write.

"Father, come and wash," little Nezha put the basin in front of a chair beside him, and sat down cross-legged himself.

Li Jing was a little suspicious, but seeing that there was no foreign object in the basin, he wanted to figure out what his son was doing, so he sat on the chair, took off his official boots, and slowly dipped his feet into the basin.

It is warm and comfortable, and there is a burst of hot air that penetrates into the soles of the feet and travels around the body...

Li Jing let out a short snort, and leaned comfortably on the back of the chair.

"Hee hee hee," little Nezha also became playful, pouring water on his father's feet in the basin.

"What happened today?" Li Jing asked in confusion.

Little Nezha laughed, if Yang Jian hadn't repeatedly ordered him not to tell such a shameful thing, he would have told the truth a long time ago.

"Dad has been very tired recently, thinking about worries and worries, and wants to wash his feet to relieve his fatigue."

This reason is really hard to refute.

Li Jing smiled knowingly, leaned back on the chair, and even though Nezha splashed water to wash him, there was a warm breath in his body.

Not long after, Li Jing lay there and fell asleep, snoring in his ears, which made Nezha stunned.

Little Nezha looked up at his biological father.

The body, hair and skin are given to the parents, and the ability to walk in this world is also thanks to the hard work of the parents.

Yin Shi began to educate him on these principles when he was just born. Although little Nezha has a mischievous nature, he still understands these principles.

It's just that he was a little bit annoyed and prejudiced against Li Jing. He also saw Li Jing beat his mother a few times, and his mother begged for mercy in every possible way and still refused to get off the bed...

Every time I sneak a glimpse of this, I will be hurriedly taken away by the maids and servants who serve me...

"Nezha?"

Yang Jian's voice entered Nezha's ears, and Nezha came back to his senses, and was about to speak, but his mouth was gagged.

The door of the study room opened silently, and a thin quilt floated into Nezha's hands. Under Yang Jian's pressure, Nezha had no choice but to cover Li Jing with the thin quilt.

It's all right now, right?

Really, this nagging senior brother must have taken a fancy to his father, right? Using his hand like this to offer courtesy for nothing...

"Okay, come back."

As soon as Yang Jian finished speaking, little Nezha walked out of the study dejectedly, and slowly closed the door before leaving without making any movement.

"Come here, I will teach you a supernatural power."

Yang Jian was not stingy, and taught Nezha the "flying body trace" that was occasionally useful in physical combat.

This supernatural ability can move the universe in a small distance in an instant. As long as you use it skillfully in the battle with the enemy, you can turn danger into good luck and attack the enemy unprepared.

Little Nezha is naturally full of joy, but this supernatural power cannot be mastered in a day. Yang Jian promised to teach him how to practice every day.

On the second day, Li Jing took the initiative to go to Nezha's residence, saying that he wanted to teach Nezha sword skills.

Little Nezha was taken aback, and immediately wanted to reply, "I am a fairy boy, you don't need to learn your mortal swordsmanship", but just as the words were about to come out, a gust of cold wind was poured into his throat, and he choked back abruptly.

Seeing that his third son's eyes were reddened by what he said, Li Jing felt so ashamed, smiled gently at Nezha, and handed over a dagger.

Yang Jian said: "If you don't study, you will have to write three thousand characters today."

"Father, let's go!" Little Nezha snatched the sword and yelled with vigor.

Li Jing smiled lightly, took Nezha to the courtyard, and began to practice sword skills.

Nezha was a little contemptuous at the beginning, but seeing the exquisite artistic conception contained in this mortal swordsmanship, he originally liked these things of fighting and killing, so he was immersed in it immediately.

Yang Jian was sitting in the wing room, seeing this, he also shook his head and sighed with a smile.

Others' families are 'father and son', but in this family, it is an anecdote that they are actually 'son and father'.

Close your eyes, settle down, his progress in practice in this mundane world has been much slower, but he also needs time to meditate on how to break through the limit of the fifth stage of pearl accumulation.

The sixth level is to realize a supernatural power. Maybe with the fifth level of extreme sublimation, one can directly comprehend the natal supernatural power and enter the seventh level.

If calculated in this way, Bajiu Xuangong might be able to enter the eighth stage before the end of the Conferred God Calamity...

"If I enter the seventh level, even if I meet an ordinary prospective leader, I don't have to turn around and run away."

Thinking of this, Yang Jian also felt a little longing in his heart.

After the end of the Conferred God, the luck in his body may gradually dissipate, and he should make full use of these gaps to gain more understanding.

The next thing that will happen to Fengshen should be the construction of Lutai, Jiang Ziya's retreat, and then being invited out of the mountain by King Wen of Zhou.

The day of Jiang Ziya's comeback was the opening of the curtain of conferring the gods.

There should be two or three years.

Yang Jian thought about it, and then thought of a key figure in Fengshen——Wen Taishi.

Wen Taishi was originally a disciple of the Jiejiao, and also possessed the supernatural power of divine eyes. He was also the pillar of the entire Dashang, and was the key figure who pulled the Jiejiao immortals into the battle of conferred gods.

After a little thought, Yang Jian didn't set off to find the grand master who was on the expedition. After all, Master Taibai had entrusted him with it, and even if Yang Jian went to find Wen Zhong, he would have no choice but to kill him.

Yang Jian retreated in meditation in Li's mansion, watching Nezha and Li Jing get along every day, waiting for Nezha's disaster to come.

In the blink of an eye, a year and a half has passed, Yang Jian has accumulated enough, and the seventy-second mysterious pearl is about to take shape; but he is still at a loss as to how to break through the limit of the fifth layer.

On the contrary, it was Nezha and Li Jing, father and son, whose relationship quickly heated up under Yang Jian's "escort".

Little Nezha has been disciplined by Li Jing, and his temper has become a little less stubborn. Although he still thinks a lot, he doesn't have to go out for a walk every day.

Li Jing also felt that the little Nezha was becoming more and more likable. Recently, every time he went to the military camp, he would take Nezha with him.

Regarding this matter, Yin's dexterous mind had already guessed that Yang Jian did it, and thanked Yang Jian in private.

Yang Jian felt a little depressed.

After the wedding, he had only been with Xinke for more than half a year; he didn't expect to stay outside for a year and a half about the busy Lingzhu!

Although this year and a half has not been wasted, it is always a bit boring.

But for the sake of Lingzhuzi's handsome appearance, let's bear it for now.

On this day, Yang Jian suddenly heard Nezha complaining in the courtyard: "This summer is so hot, where can I find a cool pool to play in?"

Then a family member mentioned that the water quality of Kowloon Bay was clear and refreshing, and Nezha's heart skipped a beat. As soon as he rolled his eyes, he had the idea of ​​climbing over the wall and going out to play.

Yang Jian frowned and thought, knowing that the series of catastrophes for his junior brother might be approaching...