The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"Who is this woman?"

"Could it be that some senior arranged to test Fei Xiong?"

"Trying something, Fei Xiong is a mortal, and it is reasonable to marry a wife and take a concubine. I think... this woman is pretty good, she is more than enough for him."

There was a cloud in the sky, and several Taoist priests sat cross-legged around a low table with a few teacups on it. Taoist Huanglong, Master Lingbao, and Zhenxu Taoist were among them.

They should be strolling casually in Nanzhou to see if they can learn from Taiyi Daoist, and find a chance to send one or two sections of Jiaoxian to the heaven to "enjoy blessings".

The three religions have the same root, so they should be related to each other.

When they arrived at Chaoge City, the three "Golden Immortals" who explained teachings would of course want to take a look at the current situation of the person who conferred the gods. When they saw the fortune-telling hall from a distance, they saw Jiang Shangzheng chatting with a female "friar".

There are several small tortoise shells on the table in front of Jiang Shang. The hexagram has just been divined before, but what they said at this time has nothing to do with the hexagram.

Jiang Shang kept moaning:

"Although the heart to seek the Tao is strong, but helpless, but you can't get the celestial destiny. After more than forty years of cultivation, you only have three or two ways."

"Although there are thousands of verticals and horizontals in the chest, there is no room for them to use them; if the ambition of Kunpeng is empty in the heart, there is no half of the power to display it."

"Although the great merchants established the country by relying on the princes, they allowed the princes to cause trouble. Now there are 800 princes in the world. What kind of joke is this? The contemporary Shang monarch is already in danger, and he has no choice but to implement the new policy by torture. The 800 princes followed the trend and turned against it. It's really ironic."

When it came to political affairs, the noble lady's eyes wandered a little, and Jiang Shang realized that he had talked too much, so he saluted Rou'er.

"Mrs. Rou'er laughed."

"Let's stop here today, I still have a few shops to visit," Rou'er got up, said something softly, and bowed to Jiang Shang.

Jiang Shang got up quickly and said: "You and I had a great time chatting, I don't know when we will meet Mrs. Rou'er next time."

Rou'er covered her mouth and smiled lightly: "My shop is opposite Mr. Jiang Shang. If you want to find me, you can take this thing to the clerk in my shop. He will lead you to my house."

go to the house?

Jiang Shang waved his hands again and again, saying: "How does this make..."

He said that he couldn't do it, but it was like a ghost, so Jiang Shang reached out to take the sachet; Rou'er walked out of the shop, and turned to look at Jiang Shang again.

At the corner of the street, the serving maid hurried over, bowed to his wife, and held Rou'er's arm.

The maid turned her head and glanced at the street corner again, there were a few beggars and beggars nodding and bowing to her, happily sharing the ten or so big money.

"Hmph," the maid snorted softly, glanced at Jiang Shang standing there, always felt that the old man was so hateful, and he should really show him some color.

Jiang Shang didn't notice the maid's gaze, because a pair of eyes had been unconsciously staring at Mrs. Rou'er, and there was a gentle smile on the corner of her mouth.

The sun was shining, and her skin was like white jade, with a shining luster.

Rou'er leaned back and said, "Goodbye..."

"Goodbye," Jiang Shang said goodbye, walked out the door, and watched the two women merge into the busy street.

Rou'er and the maid just left...

"Fortune teller!" A voice shouted from the side, "Will today be your fortune?"

Jiang Shang turned around, where is the personable demeanor just now? His eyes were cold, he stroked his beard, and said calmly: "Since I have a shop, I naturally have to pay for it. If you sincerely ask for a lottery, just come in."

"Hehe, you have a temper," several beggars in ragged clothes stepped into the hall. Jiang Shang frowned, but he didn't say anything, and sat back in his seat.

After tidying up the tortoise shells for fortune-telling, he just said, "One hexagram is five coins."

The beggars were stunned for a moment, and then they cursed and wanted to hit someone. One beggar shouted: "You old man! I just listened at the door for a long time, can you accept half a copper coin from the little lady before?"

Jiang Shang glanced at the person who was shouting, and said: "Fate is different from fate, and time is not in line with time. I and that lady are friends, but we are doing business with you.

These few beggars couldn't help being furious when they heard the words, they were born to beggars on the street because they were lazy, and they could get some charity from good people every day to get enough food and clothing.

But even so, they think they are much better than those who are slaves.

Jiang Shang taunted them like this, but he didn't give them any favors from the Four Tiger Brothers on the Third Street of Chaoge City West City!

At that moment, several beggars rushed to the table and glared angrily at the fortune-teller.

"Fortune teller! If you pay the Lord a few compensations now, Jintai will count as your luck!"

Jiang Shang sat there calmly, he possessed Taoism, so he was not afraid of these beggars.

On the cloud, Master Huanglong twitched his mouth and said: "What's wrong with me, this flying bear is not pleasing to the eye? Let him suffer too."

After saying that, he pointed at Jiang Shang.

In the fortune-telling shop, several beggars rushed forward to wrestle Jiang Shang, Jiang Shang stood up suddenly, his toga fluttered, his long gray hair fluttered in all directions, majestic, who would dare to invade?

Suddenly, a beam of light fell on Jiang Shang.

Jiang Shang was taken aback for a moment, feeling that he couldn't use his magic power; at this moment, Jiang Shang glanced at the fist that was handed over from the side...

Firmly, this punch hit Jiang Shang's cheek, bringing up layers of skin.

Jiang Shang groaned in pain, and fell down on the seat. Several beggars rushed up, punching and kicking him.

Fortunately, Jiang Shang has practiced Taoism for forty years. Although he looks a little old, his body is still strong. He curled up in the chair with his head in his arms, and he groaned in pain, but he didn't ask for mercy.

On the cloud high in the sky, Huang Long had a gentle smile on his mouth, and muttered: "I have long disliked him, and this lesson is just asking for trouble."

"Senior Brother Huanglong," Qingxu Daodezhen Jun said softly, "There are many Jiejiao immortals watching here, how can he be regarded as our junior brother, don't make him too embarrassing."

"It's okay," Master Huang Long raised his chin, "Didn't that go to a group of soldiers? Jiang Shang will be saved."

How come Chaoge City is also at the feet of the Emperor, and the beggars rushed into the fortune-telling shop and fought in groups, which naturally alarmed the guards patrolling the city early.

A group of beggars surrounded Jiang Shang and punched him three times, and a group of soldiers rushed into the fortune-telling hall, almost tearing down the small shop.

The soldiers rushed forward, overturned the tables and chairs, tore off the flag that Jiang Shang used as a sign, and pushed the beggars and Jiang Shang to the ground together.

A military officer with a mustache came forward and shouted loudly: "In broad daylight, in the midst of the world, how dare you fight in the downtown area! Take them all back to the Sizhong! Put on the shackles!"

"promise!"

All the soldiers brought the shackles and locked the beggar and Jiang Shang together.

Jiang Shang was already bruised and swollen, and shouted loudly: "I was beaten by them, how can it be a fight!"

"Hmph, I can't slap you." The military officer stroked his beard and scolded coldly, "Why do these beggars beat you alone?"

These beggars were also excited, and one of them hurriedly shouted: "My lord! He was the one who scolded us first! Compared us to those lowly slaves! We are not!"

"That's enough! Shut up!" The military officer was quite majestic, and with a big move, the soldiers pushed and shoved several people to the government office.

At this moment, above the clouds in the sky, Taoist Huanglong turned to the bottom again and returned Jiang Shang's mana.

But Jiang Shang has been shackled and handcuffed at this time, how can he escape?

He put on the wooden yoke, and was grabbed by the arms by two soldiers. His long gray hair hung messily beside his head, his face was bruised and purple, and his clothes were torn and broken. How could he stand out from the crowd?

Many passers-by were commenting, Jiang Shang felt ashamed and wanted to dig into the ground.

In the crowd, there was a servant of the Song family, seeing Jiang Shang being detained by patrolling soldiers, he hurried back to report to Jiang Shang's nobleman—— Song Yiren.

On the cloud, Daoist Huanglong, Daoist Qingxu, and Great Master Lingbao all looked ugly.

Master Lingbao wondered: "Why did the teacher choose such a person who conferred the gods?"

"Don't question the teacher." Qingxu Daodezhenjun is the most loved by Yuanshi Tianzun, and he also respects the saint teacher from the bottom of his heart. "The person who conferred the gods should have nothing to do with the conferred gods, so that he can level a bowl of water. Therefore, the teacher chose Feixiong, who has no celestial fate but has a princely destiny."

Taoist Huanglong twitched his mouth, and turned his head around the cloud, "Let's go, let's look upset. I'm actually the same generation as this mortal, really... Sigh!"

Master Lingbao rolled his eyes, this Feixiong is in such a mess, isn't it because senior brother you sealed his mana earlier?

Qingxu Daodezhenjun hurriedly said: "Don't mention it any more, let's go and find Brother Taiyi for a drink."

So, the three big bosses headed north, Jiang Shang was in such a mess, they were too embarrassed to stay in Nanzhou for a long time.

On the contrary, many disciples of the Jiejiao saw this scene, and each of them used a magic weapon to take photos to expand it, with the potential to spread to the prehistoric five continents and the three thousand realms.

They don't have to shout anything, they just silently mock the saints who explained the teachings.

——Look, this is the flying bear chosen by the saint.

Two hours later, in the prison cell of the lawsuit, Jiang Shang sat in the corner with his head bowed, looking at a few stones on the ground, feeling a little depressed.

Jiang Shang murmured: "He was committed by fate, and the current suffering is caused by Mrs. Rou'er? This...but it is justified, alas."

He closed his eyes, and he still saw that gentle woman in the sun, her body seemed to be emitting a soft light...

A soldier came to the cell, opened the cell door, and shouted: "Jiang Shang! Come out! Your family is here to pick you up!"

Jiang Shang smiled wryly, brushed his long hair up a little, and sighed, as if he had aged more than ten years in an instant.

When he thought about it, it must be Song Yiren or his wife Ma who came here.

The soldier urged impatiently: "Hurry up! Do you want to hang around here and let us take care of the food?"

Jiang Shang didn't answer, he stepped out of the cell with his head down, and walked towards the cell door.

This prison is very small. According to the laws of the big merchants, prisoners are generally reduced to slaves for heavy sentences. Only those who come in because of minor offenses will be locked up for a few days and receive some corporal punishment.

Jiang Shang walked out of the prison door in a daze, it was already dusk outside, the setting sun was like a wheel, hanging at the end of the street.

"Mr. Jiang Shang?"

A soft voice sounded from the side, Jiang Shang was taken aback and looked up.

The evening glow makes clothes and stars are the eyes, and the soft fingers can be counted a hundred times.

The woman in the light pink dress and jacket stood beside a carriage, bowing her head to Jiang Shang, her long hair hanging down, she really looked like that fairy.

Jiang Shang opened his mouth, but lost his voice, "Madam Rouer?"

"My maidservant made a fool of herself and caused Mr. Jiang Shang to be imprisoned. Rou'er is really sorry." Rou'er said softly, her eyes were a little perturbed, "Please rest at Mr.'s house, so that I can make an apology for you."

Jiang Shang was shocked, his face was a little red, he hesitated and didn't know how to answer.

What kind of hexagrams can't be taken as real, can't be taken as real.

"Oh, I made Mrs. Rou'er laugh."

"Please, sir, I will make an apology for sir."

Jiang Shang straightened his robe, bowed his head and walked over.

At the corner, the military officer was admiring a few soldiers, and wondered what kind of shit luck this old man had, to be attracted by this wealthy lady.

A smile suddenly appeared on the corner of the military officer's mouth, probably because he saw three or four figures running from a distance.

Song Yiren, Ma Shi and a Song family slave just happened to come here.

"What are you laughing at?"

The military officer spread his hands, turned around and left, "Let's go, I'm off work."

get off work?

Several soldiers looked at me and I looked at you, but they didn't know what this meant.