The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"It's such a good thing, you can really let it go."

A somewhat familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Yang Jian opened his left eye, glanced at the person standing beside him, and chuckled lightly, "Is there anything you can't let go of? It was a trick. Didn't I tell you not to come to see me soon?"

Lu Chunyang laughed, sat down next to Yang Jian, took a bottle of wine and handed it over.

"It's not that I'm afraid that you will be lonely, so I deliberately risked your bad luck to come here to appease you. Do you want to drink?"

"It's a good wine, how can you not drink it?"

Yang Jian sat up, took the wine bottle, sniffed it with the tip of his nose, raised his head and took a sip, exclaiming: "It's really good wine!"

Sword Immortal Chunyang smiled complacently, and sat beside Yang Jian, watching the Conferred God Ceremony thousands of miles away.

"Where are you going when you leave Honghuang?" Lu Chunyang asked worriedly, "The sea of ​​chaos is extremely dangerous, you really need to be careful."

Yang Jian smiled and said: "It's okay, Master Xuandu asked me to guard Xuandu City for a period of time, it's a favor given to me by Master Xuandu."

Lu Chunyang was relieved immediately, and glared at Yang Jian bitterly, "How can such a good thing happen to you? I have heard about Xuandu City for a long time. It is said that it contains the inheritance of the way of saints. Unfortunately, I have never had the chance to find it."

Yang Jian looked up at the sky, and said lightly: "I just don't drink enough. If someone gets drunk, the gate of Xuandu City will definitely fall."

"You bastard, don't instigate like this!"

Lu Chunyang cursed with a smile, looked at the layers of colorful clouds in the south, and said with a smile: "I have lived two lives, and what I want is the four characters of happiness and peace of mind. There is no need to spend any effort to pursue such a way."

"When are you going to get married?"

"Why do you always hold on to this matter!" Lu Chunyang suddenly became a little wilted, and glared at Yang Jian angrily, "Did you let me mess up the master and apprentice?"

Yang Jian chuckled, grabbed the wine bottle and fell back again, leaning against the roof of the palace.

"Don't lie to your heart, your words have already moved your mind," Yang Jian looked at Lu Chunyang, and said leisurely, "Mo Yan is not afraid of the time when he lives forever, and he has let down his good years for nothing."

Lu Chunyang frowned suddenly, as if Yang Jian's words touched the soft spot in his heart, he raised his head to drink, staring at the southern sky in a daze.

After a while, Lu Chunyang asked, "How should I arrange my face?"

"So what if you don't want it?" Yang Jian took a sip of immortal wine, "Who can really shave your face away? You are so timid, but you are just thinking about the East Prince in your heart. Brother, the past is over, don't always let down the woman who is infatuated with you, and you are also happy in your heart."

After thinking about it, Yang Jian added: "Otherwise, there will be retribution."

Lu Chunyang wanted to say something, but was a little speechless.

"Let me think about it."

Yang Jian hummed, looked at Yun Shu and Yun Zhan, and looked at the colorful edge of the sky.

Not knowing which tendon was wrong, Yang Jian said, "The relationship between men and women is actually quite good."

Lu Chunyang blushed, pretending that he had never heard such words, so as not to spread it and damage the reputation of the True Monarch of the Heavenly Court and the Sword Immortal of Chunyang.

Few people who have practiced Taoism to Yang Jian's level rarely think about the relationship between a man and a woman; it can only be said that Yang Jian's time in Taoism is still too short to fundamentally eliminate his still restless worries.

Lu Chunyang asked: "When will you set off?"

"Go and settle the matter here," Yang Jian said leisurely, "Don't worry, I will leave an incarnation in the prehistoric world that is connected with my heart, and if there is nothing else, I can talk to you."

"Avatars are always a bit awkward," Lu Chunyang sighed softly, "Xuandu City is far away from the prehistoric road, how can your avatar survive?"

Yang Jian said with a smile: "As long as the incarnation doesn't fight with others, it can always survive."

Lu Chunyang nodded when he heard the words, and he didn't want to ask too much. After all, this is the secret of cultivation, and no matter how good the relationship is, one should not inquire about it at will.

Suddenly there was a scream from below, and a young man from the Yaozu fainted with a face like gold paper.

Lu Chunyang looked at Yang Jian and wondered, "What did you do to them? Why didn't you feel any fluctuations?"

"Every living being in a land of five hundred feet on Wednesday will be plagued by bad luck," Yang Jian said lightly, and then glanced at Lu Chunyang, "Do you really think I'm bluffing you? You have to realize the practice yourself."

Lu Chunyang did as he was told, then stared back.

"Why are there suddenly many obstacles in my path of cultivation!"

Yang Jian spread his hands, "I've said it all, I am abandoned by the way of heaven at this time, and those who cling to me will also be delayed by the way of heaven. It is estimated that the drink just now will cut your luck by half."

Lu Chunyang heard a strange cry, jumped up directly, flew hundreds of feet as if fleeing, turned his head to stare at Yang Jian, and beat his chest for a while.

Yang Jian laughed out loud, quite pleased; but the little demon and the big demon in the palace seemed to have heard the voice of the old demon, one by one hurried out of the palace, plunged into the forest, and disappeared very quickly.

Yang Jian didn't care too much about these little monsters. There were Wu clan children who had been waiting for a long time in the surrounding area, and they had already sharpened their swords.

Before he left, Yang Jian brought his three thousand grass-headed gods out to 'hunt'.

After dawdling for a while, Lu Chunyang flew back slowly.

"Forget it, stay with you for a while."

Waving his hands, Lu Chunyang sat down beside Yang Jian, and cursed with a smile: "You are a real evil god, you are really harmful."

"Your Excellency sent it to your door, how can you blame me for getting involved?"

The two glared at each other, each raising their heads and laughing, feeling a sense of joy in their hearts.

"Big brother!"

"Brother!"

After a few shouts, several streamers flew from the south, but they were the juniors who followed Yang Jian in the army to attack the merchants. Except for Huang Tianhua who was trapped in the ceremony of conferring gods, everyone else was present.

Yang Jian said calmly: "Stop a hundred feet away from me, don't join in the fun, your luck is still useful."

Lu Chunyang became angry for a while when he heard the words, and cursed: "Yang Jian, you are not very kind, what's the matter, they are upstarts with a bright future, and their luck cannot be compromised. I am an old god who has passed his temper. Is it useless to ask for luck?"

Yang Jian glanced at Lu Chunyang in surprise, and said seriously: "You still understand me, brother."

"You bastard!" Lu Chunyang kicked over, and when he was about to kick Yang Jian's thigh, he took it back resentfully.

Afraid of being shocked.

Several junior brothers stopped a hundred feet away as promised, and now they all put on the battle robes of the Heavenly Court, each of them has a 'new look' and is quite energetic.

"Senior brother," Nezha asked with a frown, "Senior brother, you are in charge of this catastrophe of conferred gods. How did you end up giving the limelight to the heavens?"

Yang Jian said with a smile: "You can practice Taoism with less attention. Is there any benefit to being in the limelight? Can it give me the innate treasure, or give me the innate spiritual root?"

Nezha was a little depressed, and curled his lips and said: "Okay, you are the senior brother, you have the final say, anyway, I just find them a little bit unpleasant."

"Now you are also the Marshal of Heaven, so you have to bear it no matter how upset you feel," Yang Jian said, "Don't forget, you are not alone, there is also your father and Jin Zha Mu Zha."

Nezha nodded helplessly, and muttered, "Why is senior brother starting to nag more than master?"

Jin Zha made a bow at the side, and said to Yang Jian: "Eldest brother, my father wanted to come to thank me in person, but I was afraid that it would delay our brothers and sisters talking about the past. As my father said, the elder brother is the nobleman of our Li family. The four of us, father and son, are able to honor the lintel of our ancestors. It is all thanks to the elder brother. If there is any order from the elder brother Ruihou, please only speak to our father and son."

"Li Tian...cough, Mr. Li is being serious. This is the blessing of the Li family and has nothing to do with me."

He almost yelled out the words Li Tianwang. Li Jing has just gone to heaven, and he hasn't become Li Tianwang yet.

Mu Zha rubbed his nose, "Anyway, senior brother, even if you fight against the Jade Emperor from now on, I will stand by your side."

Nezha immediately nodded approvingly, while Jin Zha looked helpless.

If these words were heard by the Jade Emperor, their family would be in trouble.

Lei Zhenzi said in a deep voice beside him: "Brother, General Chanyu has disappeared since entering the Heavenly Court, and there is no news from him till now."

Yang Jian frowned when he heard the words, and after thinking for a while, his brows gradually relaxed.

"Don't worry about her. It should be her chance. She should be picked up."

That rather miraculous five-color stone seems to be related to Nuwa saint.

Yang Jian let Deng Chanyu get rid of her fate of becoming a god and getting rid of her marriage with Tu Xingsun. It is estimated that she was picked up by the Nuwa Empress and brought back to the Wa Palace to practice.

Wei Hu said in a deep voice: "I heard from Master that Eldest Brother will go to Xuandu City to guard the gate in a few days... What is wrong with Eldest Brother? Why did you go to such a bitter and cold place... Sigh, I only hate that the people in the sect are so soft-spoken and can't help Eldest Brother."

All the juniors looked sad, and Nezha clenched his fists, his face full of indignation.

"Unfair! This is absolutely unfair!"

Mu Zha gritted his teeth and said, "I'll go to Master Zu to ask for an explanation for Senior Brother!"

On the side, Lu Chunyang looked at Yang Jian dumbfounded, and asked in a low voice, "They don't know about Xuandu City?"

Yang Jian smiled and shook his head immediately, quickly persuaded them, and explained in detail what kind of territory Xuandu City is.

After Yang Jian spoke, all the juniors suddenly understood...

Why a few days ago when they heard their respective masters talk about Yang Jian's future whereabouts, the master's eyes were full of longing and helplessness...

...

The Conferring Gods Ceremony was held with great excitement for nine days, and the 365 righteous gods of Qingfu officially returned to their thrones. With the blessing of the power of heaven, they reshaped the real bodies of the "heroic spirits" in the Conferred Gods list.

The power of the Heavenly Court suddenly swelled, and 30% of the casual cultivators who were still resisting the Chaotian Pavilion submitted the letter of surrender overnight.

Naturally, these have nothing to do with Yang Jian. Taking advantage of his still staying in the wilderness, Yang Jian spent a few days with his family and disciples 'far away', and finished all the things he had thought about before in an orderly manner.

Yang Jian returned to Meishan, but only stayed in the air to consolidate the formation of Meishan, gossip with Bai Ze, and care about the current situation of the Wu Clan...

The last thing to do was to send Xiao Chan'er to practice in Wa Palace.

And Yang Jian will enter the Chaos Sea along the way, and with Ao Xinke's company, he can easily find Xuandu City.

Walking through the clouds, Xiaochan took Ao Xinke's arm and rode the clouds in front of him.

Thinking about how he led thousands of troops into the battle a few months ago, Yang Jian felt a little overwhelmed, and just wanted to say a few words of emotion, but the Wa Palace had already appeared in the sky.