The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Xuandu City, Xuandu Grand Master, Dinghai Shenzhu, Xiantian Wutai...

Yang Jian was thinking about this all the way, unconsciously feeling agitated, his head buzzing, as if he was about to blow up.

That's all, let's focus on the Taoist catastrophe first, and make this catastrophe difficult to pass before talking about these things.

When Yang Jian rushed back to Zhou Ying, Chi Jingzi had already left with Ci Hang Taoist, only Daoist Huang Long stayed in the barracks for a while, waiting for Yang Jian's return with Yang Jian's juniors in the main tent.

"Big brother!"

"Brother..."

After Yang Jian entered the tent, all the juniors stood up to greet him, while Yang Jian saluted Taoist Huanglong.

"Third Senior Uncle, how is Second Senior Uncle?"

"What else can I do? My Dao heart is damaged, so I went back to Taihua Mountain for retreat," Huang Long shook his head and sighed, and complained, "Everyone talks about accepting disciples, accepting disciples, so what can we do with accepting disciples, but in the end, it's not just finding fault for ourselves? Sigh, it's the safety of our lonely family."

Yang Jian smiled and said, "The third uncle is right."

Nezha on the side retorted a little unconvinced: "Yin Hong is Yin Hong, we are us, and we are all good disciples who respect the teacher!"

Several people beside him laughed at the same time, and Nezha looked proud, as if he had won the battle.

Huang Long waved his hand, "It doesn't matter if you don't mention this matter, let the monks all over the world see the joke of our teaching, I'm waiting for you, I have something to remind you."

"Master, please tell me."

"The matter of Yin Hong this time seems to be inseparably related to Shen Gongbao who betrayed our sect," Huang Long said in a deep voice, "This Shen Gongbao and I are also considered acquaintances. He has a big heart and a deep way. In the past, he always had amazing words about immortals in Yuxu Palace, but it made people think deeply."

"Earlier, he left Yuxu Palace in a fit of rage because of the passing of the list of gods to Jiang Shang, and went to join Jin'ao Island. Since then, he has become an enemy of our teaching, and even used a girl from the monster clan to plot against Jiang Shang, so that Jiang Shang gave up his position as the god."

Yang Jian's heart twitched, but he didn't say much.

Huang Long continued: "As far as I know, the Ten Heavenly Lords and Zhao Gongming earlier were Shen Gongbao who helped Wen Zhong to persuade him to enter Nanzhou to make things difficult for us. And that Tu Xingsun, Yin Hong, was the one who persuaded Shen Gongbao to oppose him."

Yang Jian was calm and composed, but Nezha and the others were quite surprised.

"This Shen Gongbao is so capable? Why are all the powerful enemies we encountered related to him?"

"That's it," Taoist Huang Long nodded, "I almost forgot that Lu Yue was also invited out of the mountain by Shen Gongbao, so it's difficult for you."

Yang Jian nodded slightly beside him, and asked, "Does Master have a way to deal with this Shen Gongbao?"

"This guy's cultivation is not weak, but he is too cautious, and he will run away if the limelight is a little bit wrong. The black panther he sits on looks normal, but he is actually a wild alien. He can ride the wind and hide the clouds, which is quite powerful."

Huang Long shook his sleeves, "Although I have nothing to do with Shen Gongbao, but with Lu Yue, I have a plan for my nephew."

Yang Jian's spirit was shocked immediately, "Master, tell me quickly."

"Lu Yue is vicious and extremely conceited. He traveled in the three thousand worlds before the Shu Yuanhui, and used the plague to kill nearly half of the living creatures in a thousand worlds. Therefore, he is declared everywhere that he is the first immortal under the sage of Jiejiao."

As soon as Taoist Huanglong finished speaking, Yang Jian couldn't help laughing, and Nezha was also grinning non-stop.

Lei Zhenzi asked, "Is his mana stronger than that of the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit and Taoist Duobao?"

"If he doesn't practice Taoism, how can he compare with Senior Brother Duobao?" Taoist Huanglong said with a smile, looking down on Lu Yue, "In fact, Lu Yue is the one who can't be provoked. Nephew just needs to start with his appearance and the supernatural ability to plant plagues, and he will be able to make three corpses jump around and lose an inch."

Yang Jian nodded immediately, "Thank you uncle for your guidance, I will think about countermeasures now."

"So, I'll take my leave too," Taoist Huang Long stood up with a smile, glanced over, and sighed softly.

The disciples in this tent are all good talents, but unfortunately, none of them are his disciples.

"I'll send my master off," Yang Jian made a gesture of invitation, and Taoist Huanglong walked out of the tent with his hands behind his back. Before flying into the sky, he asked Yang Jian a few words without reassurance.

"When dealing with Lu Yue, don't be careless, you have to do it yourself, and you must give him a thunderous blow!"

Yang Jian nodded with a serious face, and waved his hands to see him off. Taoist Huanglong rose up on the cloud and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The soldiers in the barracks were no strangers to this kind of scene, even if hundreds of immortals descended from the sky, they would calmly make room for it.

To be a mortal in an era like prehistoric times requires a strong heart to stick to one's heart.

"Nezha, go and invite General Chanyu, King Wu Cheng and your father to discuss matters in the tent."

"Okay," Nezha trotted away with a pointed gun in his hand. Yang Jian sat back in the main seat, rested on the back of the chair for a while, opened his eyes and looked at Lei Zhenzi, and asked, "How is your recovery?"

"It's nothing serious, Senior Brother Lao is concerned." Lei Zhenzi tore off the shirt on his chest, although his appearance was a bit scary, but his skin was quite delicate.

There are only a few shallow blue marks on the chest, and the wound left by Yin Yang mirror has healed.

"That yin and yang mirror is so powerful," Mu Zha looked at the Wu hook swords beside his legs, feeling a little depressed.

Yang Jian said with a smile: "The yin and yang mirror was originally more powerful. In the hands of Master Chi Jingzi, it is the real top-level innate spirit treasure. Its power is far from what Yin Hongke can display."

Jin Zha asked from the side: "Brother, I have been thinking about this question recently. Is it true that the saying 'supernatural powers are not as good as magic weapons'?"

"Supernatural powers are not as good as magic weapons... There is some truth to this statement, but you can't fully believe it," Yang Jian said with a smile, "If you are an ordinary monk, how can you have so many powerful treasures? If you are fighting with others, you can only rely on your own supernatural powers, so you will feel that your supernatural powers are not as good as magic weapons."

Lei Zhenzi also laughed and said: "Brother Jinzha, what kind of supernatural powers and magic weapons should be used for these words, you are like senior brother, you have eight or nine mysterious skills and seventy-two transformations, what kind of magic weapons can compare?"

"That's true," Jin Zha nodded with a smile, "Supernatural powers, magic weapons, monks have broken their heads for these, but they often forget that these are just the basis for protecting the way."

Yang Jian said: "That's a good point. Junior brothers shouldn't rely on their treasures to fight bravely with others. They should base themselves on a solid foundation and comprehension of the Dao."

Several junior brothers agreed at the same time, thanked the elder brother for his guidance, several figures entered the tent one after another, and those who should come have already gathered here.

Yang Jian waved his hand and wrapped the main tent with profound energy, and the curtain was lifted for a calculation against Lu Yue.

Qinglong Pass, General Military Mansion.

The loss of two generals, Ma Yuan and Yin Hong, in a row, can be regarded as gloomy for the Shang army.

For some armored soldiers at Qinglong Pass, they seem to have gotten used to this situation. The main generals have changed again and again, and some armored soldiers on duty at the pass are still the same...

Fortunately, Yang Jian had killed hundreds of thousands of merchant troops in order to weaken the troops of Wuguan. Otherwise, Qinglongguan would have been overwhelmed by the bleak atmosphere at this time, and morale would have dropped to the lowest point.

Lu Yue still didn't show up, and only Shen Gongbao and Zheng Lun were in the general's mansion at this time, comforting Su Hu who was worried.

"How should I fight this battle? Lord Shen, please teach me," Su Hu sighed, "General Ma Yuan, His Highness the Second Highness, has killed an enemy like this. How should I explain to His Majesty, and what face will I have when I return to Chaoge City?"

"There are too many variables in winning or losing," Shen Gongbao also sighed, "Today's game, I delayed the Second Highness. If I had insisted a little longer and allowed the Second Highness to go to Chaoge City to meet the King first, the situation like today would not have happened."

Zheng Lun hurriedly said: "Mr. Shen doesn't need to blame himself. It's those monks from other places who are unreasonable and ignorant of rituals and music. They harmed His Highness. What does that have to do with Mr. Shen?"

Su Hu on the side heard this, the corners of his mouth covered by his beard trembled a few times, but the surface remained calm and unmoved.

Shen Gongbao suddenly stood up on the seat and looked to the west.

Zheng Lun hurriedly asked, "Mr. Shen, what's the matter?"

"Why did Yang Jian leave like this?" Shen Gongbao murmured in a low voice, "Do you feel that the serious trouble is over, or something happened to Xiqi?"

Shen Gongbao lowered his head and calculated, but he was a little confused.

When Yang Jian left the Zhou camp, the threat of the Zhou army was greatly reduced. With Nezha and others alone, it may be difficult to capture Qinglong Pass.

Shen Gongbao told Zheng Lun and Su Hu about the matter, and they felt relieved at the same time; then, Shen Gongbao asked Su Hu to stand still, saying that he would go to find out some information, and then rode a black panther and quietly went to Zhou Capital.

Half a day later, Shen Gongbao returned to Qinglongguan, went to a house, and met a monk with a hooded head and body, which was naturally Lu Yue.

"Yang Jian returned to Zhou Capital?" Lu Yue's voice was full of doubt and anger.

He was in Qinglong Pass, and Yang Jian left the border of Zhou State and returned to the capital, which was obviously contemptuous and ignoring of him!

Shen Gongbao thought for a while, "At this moment, we can't be sure that Yang Jian returned to Xiqi in real body. His trick last time made you and me suffer a lot."

"What did Brother Shen Dao see in his mansion?"

"Oh, I saw that he was teaching a young girl to practice. That seems to be his apprentice, whose name is...Zixia?"

"Hmph!" Lu Yue was immediately very unhappy.

He, Lu Yue, could take the lives of millions of Zhou soldiers in an instant, but Yang Jian didn't care about it at all, and went back to teach his disciples? !

Shen Gongbao said: "Let's observe for a day or two first, don't worry."

Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard thunder outside the city. Nezha and Lei Zhenzi appeared in front of Qinglong Pass, overlooking this magnificent pass.

Nezha laughed twice: "Listen up, soldiers in the city! Later, Master Dao, I'm going to bring trouble on your chief general! Tell him to wash his neck and wait!"

Lei Zhenzi shouted: "Zheng Lun! You are teaching disciples, why don't you know the number of days and go against the sky! Don't hurry up and vote! If you meet swords and soldiers later, you are afraid that you will be included in the list of gods!"

"Today I'm just giving you a little warning," Nezha snorted, "I know that there is a scheming uncle Shen Gongbao who is quite powerful, but we don't have to be afraid of you. Once my senior brother makes a move, heh, heh heh."

Lei Zhenzi winked at Nezha, reminding him that it was too late, and Nezha shut up immediately, and the two swaggered around before returning to Zhouying.

In that remote courtyard, Shen Gongbao frowned in thought, while Lu Yue's pitted face was full of anger.

Crack, the Xianbao teacup in his hand turned into powder...