The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The sun is rising in the east, and the rays of light are overwhelming. In front of the palace gate of the Shang Palace, let's watch Lu Bu fight the three heroes...

The corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched, showing a little smile, feeling a little emotional in his heart.

Although Di Xin was tyrannical, his bravery was worthy of the title of emperor.

It's a pity that Shang's extermination of Zhou Xing was implicated in the Taoist catastrophe. No matter how brave a mortal is, it can't match a small magic spell of a Taoist god.

When Huang Feihu fought with Di Xin, his face was ashamed and his heart was disturbed. He was certainly not Di Xin's opponent. Fortunately, four generals stood by to protect him, so Di Xin didn't behead him directly.

After a short fight, a large number of elite soldiers surrounded the streets, and Di Xin slashed at Huang Feihu's shoulder, almost removing his right arm. Huang Feihu wanted to die today, but was hurriedly retreated by the four generals.

Di Xin didn't chase after him, but just sneered, and ordered the soldiers to arrest Huang Feihu and return to the palace by himself.

But Di Xin obviously ignored King Wucheng's prestige in the army. Zhou Ji and Huang Ming shouted all the way, "King Zhou has no way, forced Jia to death, killed Huang Concubine, and the king forced his ministers to rebel."

Yang Jian pondered in his heart, could it be that Zhou Ji was the 'spies' arranged by Xiqi in Chaoge?

Why didn't he remember that there was such an arrangement?

As the prime minister of Zhou, Yang Jian of course had to protect this general to return to Xiqi, and followed along the road, sometimes helping secretly, so that neither the chasing soldiers nor the ambush soldiers could stop Huang Feihu and his party.

After running for more than half a day, he heard that the Grand Master had returned to Chaoge City, and when he heard about it, he cursed Di Xin a few words.

Di Xin was only afraid of hearing about the Grand Master, so he nodded in agreement. However, a minister reported to the Grand Master that Huang Feihu had broken his morals by leading his generals to fight against the Palace Gate and His Majesty.

Hearing that the grand master couldn't protect Huang Feihu, and was afraid that Huang Feihu would return to Xiqi, he sighed and sent someone to send out a call to order the three generals of Qinglongguan, Lintongguan and Jiamengguan not to let Huang Feihu go.

Afterwards, Grand Master Wen ordered a soldier and horse, stepped on the black unicorn, and chased out of the west gate.

Huang Feihu went west, but the road ahead was full of obstacles.

Yang Jian secretly guarded and stopped some unsuitable soldiers and horses, but he couldn't let Huang Feihu rush directly to Xiqi.

When they arrived at Mianchi City, they heard that the Grand Master led the troops to catch up. Zhang Guifang, the commander of Qinglong Pass, led his troops to the left flank, Zhang Feng, the commander of Lintong Pass, led his troops to block him, and the fourth general of Jiamengguan Mojia came to the right flank.

Huang Feihu was sitting on top of the Five-Color Divine Bull, he didn't know the strength of the soldiers, looked at his son Huang Tianxiang, who was only seven years old, and smiled wryly.

"Today, my life, Huang Feihu, will die here?"

Yang Jian was scratching his head on the cloud, thinking whether he should show up directly to fight Wen Zhong and the four generals of the Mo family, or use other methods to help Huang Feihu leave.

The four generals of the Demon Family were not too difficult, but Wen Zhong, the third generation disciple of the Interceptor, was there. If he made a rash move, he might attract the boss of the Interceptor, and Huang Feihu's situation was even more critical.

"Nephew Yang Jian, why are you here?"

A chuckle came from behind, Yang Jian turned his head to look, and a Taoist priest with a handsome face was flying from the sky.

It is the pure and moral true monarch who ranks last among the Twelve Golden Immortals.

Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a wry smile: "Go do some errands, I'm not as carefree as my uncle now."

"Hahaha," Qingxu Daodezhenjun laughed a few times, and he had arrived at Yang Jian's side, and looked down.

Huang Feihu and his troops were hiding in the forest, but surrounded by all sides, it was impossible to escape.

Qingxu Daodezhenjun said: "The nephew's recent work in Xiqi has won the praise of all the senior brothers. Today, Huang Feihu has some fate with me. His son Huang Tianhua worships under my door, so he must be saved."

Yang Jian smiled, he hesitated just now because he was alone and weak, and he was afraid of being tricked.

Now that this uncle is present, if the sky falls, the senior ones will bear it first, so there is no fear.

"Master Uncle raided the formation for me, and I sent those chasing soldiers away."

"Why is it so troublesome?" Qingxu Daodaozheng made a move, and a flag appeared in his hand.

Innate Spirit Treasure, Hunyuan Banner!

"Go!" Qingxu Daodaozheng stretched out his hand to touch the ground, and the Hunyuan banner turned into a gray breath, covering the forest in a blink of an eye.

The breeze blew past, and the gray fog in the forest dissipated. Where are the generals, chariots and horses of the Huang family?

Yang Jian suddenly smiled wryly.

No matter how many treasures he has, such a congenital treasure is still somewhat jealous.

"That Wen Zhong is quite good at using soldiers. If he doesn't move away, Huang Feihu really can't escape," Qingxu Daodezhen Jun thought a little, took a gourd, opened the mouth of the gourd, squeezed out a little god sand, threw it to the distance, and immediately turned into a group of soldiers and horses, galloping towards the east.

The merchant army met in all directions, but they couldn't even find a hair of Huang Feihu.

Wen Zhong rode a black unicorn and flew into the air, circling hundreds of miles, and asked the commanders of the three routes respectively, and the commanders of the three routes said that they had not seen Huang Feihu and the others.

Suddenly, I heard that Tanma came to report that Huang Feihu led his generals and went to Chaoge City to kill them.

Wen Zhong was shocked, even though he used his soldiers like a god, he never thought that there would be a Qingxu Daozhenjun secretly plotting, so he immediately ordered the three groups of soldiers and horses to go back to their respective passes, turn their headquarters around, and go straight to Chaoge City.

After all the soldiers and horses from the four routes had withdrawn, Qingxu Daodaozheng recruited two yellow scarf warriors, and carried the Hunyuan banner to the main road.

The gray air reappeared, and Huang Feihu and his party appeared outside Lintong Pass. They all woke up like a dream, and they didn't know what happened.

Qingxu Daodezhen Lord issued a jade talisman, which should be to call Huang Tianhua to come here, but Yang Jian didn't ask, and he didn't say anything.

This "little brother" among the Twelve Golden Immortals was floating in the sky with Yang Jian. He was not in a hurry to watch Huang Feihu and Zhang Feng, the commander of Lintong Pass, just close his eyes and rest his mind.

Seeing this, Yang Jian followed suit, sitting on the cloud with his eyes closed and resting, waiting for the changes below.

Zhang Feng ordered Xiao Yin to kill Huang Feihu and his party with three thousand longbowmen at night. Unexpectedly, Xiao Yin was once a general of Huang Feihu's army. Huang Feihu was kind to him.

Qingxu Daodezhenjun and Yang Jian got up at the same time, and followed them on the cloud.

"Martial nephew, have you ever slackened in your practice recently?"

"Never slack off, I use my avatar to deal with Zhou's political affairs every day, and my real body retreats day and night." Yang Jian said depressedly: "It's a pity that I'm stuck in a bottleneck, and hard work is fruitless."

Qingxu Daodezhenjun laughed and joked: "You are stuck in a bottleneck. If you let you sing and advance all the way, I am afraid that it will not take long, and I will not be as good as you."

"Uncle Master was joking."

"What's the bottleneck?" Qingxu Daodezhen said, "I have also comprehended the eighth and ninth mysteries you cultivated. According to your combat power, could it be that you don't know how to break through the eighth level?"

Yang Jian scratched his head and said, "I just arrived at the fifth level."

Qingxu Daodezhenjun was stunned, turned his head to stare at Yang Jian, his delicate face was a little more surprised, "How did Brother Yuding teach you such a freak! Could it be that you don't major in Bajiu Xuangong?"

Yang Jian smiled helplessly. He also knew that Qingxu Daodezhenjun was "one of his own people", so he didn't hide it. He told how he cultivated Xuan Gong, and Qingxu Daodezhenjun was silent for a while.

"This matter is serious... I never thought that Bajiu Xuangong has such a miraculous feature, and my nephew and teacher are very human. What is your bottleneck?"

Yang Jian said: "Eighty-nine of Yunzhu is perfect, but how to break through the fifth limit, although I have one or two ideas in my mind, I don't have the slightest grasp."

"Oh? It's better for my uncle to give you the details."

Yang Jian didn't hide anything, and explained the solutions he had thought of in the past few years.

Before they knew it, they followed Huang Feihu and his party to Tongguan. Tongguan guard Chen Tong used to serve under Huang Feihu's barracks.

This Chen Tong has a magic weapon called 'Fire Dragon Mark', which can hit every target with every shot. Chen Tong and Huang Feihu fought for a long time, but their martial arts were not as good as Huang Feihu's, so they beat their horses and walked.

Huang Feihu rode on the old bull and chased after him for a while. Halfway through the chase, Chen Tong suddenly released the fire dragon mark. Huang Feihu missed the backhand and was hit in the chest, killing him.

A certain pair of teachers, uncles and nephews who were discussing Taoism on the cloud paused, looked down, and saw Huang Feihu lying on the ground lifeless, they couldn't help but look at each other.

"Uncle, what should we do?"

"Well...it's okay, your junior brother is here, it's just right for him to save Huang Feihu."

It's also quite random.

While he was talking, Qingxu Daodezhen raised his hand to grab it, and a boy came from the sky, carrying a flower basket, with a pretty face, if it wasn't for the hairstyle, he would really be regarded as a woman.

"Master! I just received your jade talisman, and I'm rushing over here. Brother Yang Jian!"

Daotong was overjoyed, and bowed to Yang Jian, his voice was quite... delicate.

As expected, there are always disciples as there are masters.

Yang Jian greeted him a few words, Qingxu Daodezhenjun hurriedly urged him to go down, "Hurry up and save your father!"

"Master, who is my father?" Huang Tianhua asked curiously.

Yang Jian looked at Qingxu Daodezhenjun a little speechlessly, and the latter smiled and explained how Huang Tian was turned into a disciple back then, and how Huang Feihu suffered today.

When Huang Tianhua heard that his mother was killed by Di Xin and his father was about to die, he immediately burst into tears.

The picture was once very poignant.

Assuming Yang Jian had a conscience, he pushed Huang Tianhua, "Hurry up and save your father!"

Huang Tianhua quickly flew to the ground.

Huang Feihu's army was mourning, when he saw a boy coming with a basket of flowers, he hurriedly stopped him.

Huang Tianhua revealed his identity, rushed to the side of Huang Feihu who died in battle and sighed, took out the elixir from the flower basket, ground half of it with water, fed Huang Feihu's body to drink, and applied half on the wound.

Then, Huang Tianhua used his power to cut open the elixir, and practiced for an hour, Huang Feihu yelled:

"It hurts me too!"

Come alive again.

On the cloud, Qingxu Daodezhenjun and Yang Jian heaved a sigh of relief at the same time. The pair of uncles and nephews looked at each other and laughed.

Huang Tianhua's family was reunited, Yang Jian handed the orb containing Jia's soul to his uncle, Qingxu Daodezhen nodded with a smile, took a spiritual branch, put Jia's soul in it, and handed it to Yang Jian.

"After seventy-nine days, you can become a flower fairy. But you have to remember that Jia Shi can only meet Huang Feihu after he enters Xiqi."

Yang Jian understood and nodded solemnly.

Below, Huang Tianhua took off his Taoist robe, put on his battle armor, and wiped out Chen Tong in twos and twos, and Huang Feihu and his party passed another level.

On the cloud, the master uncle and nephew continued to discuss the Tao, and the spiritual comprehension of Qingxu Daozhenjun is considered to be the top among the twelve golden immortals, and he put forward many opinions for Yang Jian, which greatly inspired Yang Jian.

However, after enlightening all the way, he did not find a way to help Yang Jian break through.

"This profound art...is really difficult to practice." Qingxu Daodezhen Jun shook his head and sighed, "Nephew, you are busy with worldly affairs first, and I will go back to the mountain to retreat for you to learn more about it. If you realize the key, the jade talisman will tell you."

Yang Jian nodded with a wry smile, "Master, I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Qingxu Daodezhenjun looked at Yang Jian, and said with a smile: "In the future, my uncle may rely on you, so I'll go back."

"Congratulations to my uncle."

Yang Jian cupped his hands to bid farewell, turned around and flew towards Xiqi.

Huang Feihu and his party were not far from the border of Zhou State.

The Conferred God War is finally about to start...