The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

plum.

In Yang Jian's impression, this word should be clean and elegant like "I know it's not snow, because there is a dark fragrance", or "the fragrance has a unique rhyme, and I don't know the cold at all".

But Mei Linhan, the deputy city lord of Meicheng, has too much smoke and fire about him, flattering and welcoming, and his words are full of flattery.

Although the Conferred God War has just begun, these monks have already sensed the complete rise of the Heavenly Court.

Moreover, after countless years of operating in the Three Thousand Worlds, no one can tell exactly how much strength the Heavenly Court has.

As long as the conferring of gods is over, and Taoist disciples enter the heavenly court to be the pure and righteous gods, the heavenly court will leap from being a "subsidiary of the Taoist sect" to the real ruler of heaven and earth, and truly control the three realms.

So, who is Yang Jian?

Jade Emperor's nephew! Marshal of Heaven! He is also the disciple of the sage, the leading figure among the three generations of Yuxu Palace!

Even the Dragon Palace directly used the Princess Dragon Palace to win over Yang Jian before Yang Jian made his fortune, not to mention their 'reckless' forces outside the court.

If it is better in the Three Thousand Great Worlds, such as Tianfang Kingdom, it can still play games with the Heavenly Court.

But this is in the prehistoric five continents, after the conferment of the gods, the cleansing of the prehistoric five continents by the heavens is already a certainty.

They should also think of a way out for themselves.

Yang Jian didn't know who his six sworn brothers would be in the future, but in Yang Jian's mind, there might be a few people at this table. At the very least, he had a very good impression of Yao Gonglin, who was neither humble nor overbearing, and Zhang Boshi, who seemed rough but careful.

Speaking of the surname 'Mei', Yang Jian only knew one powerful monster named 'Mei Kongmei', and the other party plotted against him many times.

Although Yang Jian didn't have a real hammer, he always felt that the quasi-sage who used the blood-melting sword and almost killed him last time in the East China Sea was Mei Kongmei.

Does this Meishan monster have anything to do with Mei Kongmei?

During this period of time, I haven't heard any traces of Mei Kongmei, could it be that she is secretly... holding back her big move?

Yang Jian originally wanted to sneak into Meishan to investigate, but the Twelve Commanders had already been dispatched. If he wants to cultivate his own power, he must not do everything by himself, but must exercise the ability of his subordinates to do things.

If the Twelve Commanders still couldn't restrain the hatred and fighting spirit in their hearts when facing the Yaozu, then Yang Jian would not entrust them with important tasks in the future, but just treat them kindly.

In the Jiuchong Pavilion of Meicheng, the guests and hosts enjoyed a banquet, but no decision was made to send troops.

Although the generals were a bit impatient, Mei Linhan always said that this matter must be decided by the city lord.

Yang Jian had just arrived, so he couldn't overwhelm others, so he just expressed his desire to see the Mayor of Meicheng, and stayed in Meicheng for a few days to see if the Mayor of Meicheng would leave the customs.

After dinner.

"How about staying at my house for a few days?" Mei Linhan asked with a smile.

Yang Jian hesitated for a while, and said with a smile, "I don't know which residence Mei City Lord's residence is."

"It's in the city, that high pavilion is."

"Oh, then I'll live in General Gonglin's mansion," Yang Jian smiled lightly, and Mei Linhan was stuck in his throat, feeling very suffocated.

Yao Gonglin was taken aback for a moment, and then immediately responded with a smile: "My residence is a bit shabby, and I'm used to it on weekdays. I don't even have a servant."

Yang Jian said: "I also like to be quiet."

Yao Gonglin wanted to refuse, but Zhang Boshi ran over and punched Yao Gonglin, cursing: "Erlang Zhenjun gave you face! If you live in your house, you will live in your house. You are still chattering and chattering!"

"That's it," Yao Gonglin glanced at the smiling Mei Linhan, and nodded in response, "True Monarch, please."

Yang Jian followed with his hands behind his back, and went with Yao Gonglin and Zhang Boshi.

The generals in Meicheng whispered to each other that Yao Gonglin was lucky to have friendship with Yang Jian.

And Mei Linhan also smiled and sighed with emotion, but in the depths of Mei Linhan's eyes, a ray of cold light flashed across quietly.

"Everyone, Zhenjun Erlang lives in this city for a while, and the defense of this city must be supported. If something goes wrong and makes Zhenjun laugh, then don't blame me for not recognizing the old relationship."

"promise!"

The generals took the order to go, turned into streamers of light, and flew to all parts of Meicheng.

Seven or eight people went out of the city, and four or five people stayed in the city.

Mei Linhan went to the City Lord's Mansion in the center of the city. After entering it, there was no movement for most of the day. And the city lord's mansion is also guarded by a powerful magic circle, not to mention that the divine sense cannot be checked, even if Da Luo Jinxian wants to force his way in, it will take a lot of trouble.

Yao Gonglin, Zhang Boshi, and Yang Jian walked side by side. According to Yang Jian's intention, the three of them concealed their aura and strolled casually on the street.

"Zhenjun, did you drink the plum wine here at the banquet just now?"

Yao Gonglin pointed to the rather ugly tavern and asked with a smile, Yang Jian shook his head with a smile and went happily.

Zhang Boshi laughed out loud, and ordered two jugs of plum wine in a high spirited manner. The three of them sat on the low stools and drank to their heart's content again.

In Honghuang, it's not good to drink well.

Yang Jian wiped the wine stains from his mouth, and asked, "Gong Lin also came from Meishan?"

"That's right, alas..." Yao Gonglin recalled the past, with a wry smile on his lips, "I don't know something... I have forgotten how long ago it was, probably in ancient times, our human tribe fled to Meishan..."

When Yao Gonglin talked about the past, the corners of his eyes turned red, and he couldn't help but sigh.

At the end of ancient times, the monster race fought desperately, massacring the clan to obtain the soul to refine the magic weapon for killing witches. The human race suffered disasters, and many tribes fled separately with the protection of experts.

The Meishan lineage came from this.

After this lineage found Meishan, it sealed Meishan with a large formation, and relied on the masters of the clan to survive the catastrophe by luck. Those heroes who fought head-on against the monster army before they weakened were Yao Gonglin and his father's generation.

That battle was very tragic, and their tribe suffered heavy losses, but fortunately, the decisive battle broke out between the witch clan and the monster clan ahead of time, and after the world was in turmoil for several Yuanhui, it gradually calmed down.

Yao Gonglin, and the dozen or so generals who sat at the same table with Yang Jian before, including Mei Linhan, were actually the first batch of cultivators of the Meishan tribe who achieved Taoism and longevity after ancient times.

It was a very long period of peace and tranquility. The Meishan tribe gradually prospered, their lives were rich, and everyone was healthy.

When Wubuzhou was restored, the era of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors ushered in the glorious world of the human race, and the Meishan lineage also paid tribute to every "co-lord of the world" and never left the human race.

Later, witches took refuge in Beizhou, while demons lingered in the crevice of Wubuzhou. Because of its remote location, dangerous terrain, and a complete dragon vein that can nourish luck, Meishan was favored by the monster clan and plotted to occupy it.

A big war broke out without warning.

It was precisely because the Meishan tribe, who were singing and dancing peacefully in the world, was caught off guard by the monster army; even a few monster quasi-sages took advantage of the situation to force back the human coalition forces, leaving Meishan alone and helpless.

That battle lasted only a few days and nights, Meishan was burned, and the entire tribe was wiped out almost overnight!

At that time, in Meishan, there was Mei Sanluo, a top Daluo powerhouse who was only half a step away from the quasi-sage. Before he was killed by the power of the monster clan, he split Meishan with his palm and cut off the dragon veins of Meishan.

The monster race and the human race have been incompatible since ancient times!

Like this time, the Cultivation Sect of Central Shenzhou turned a blind eye to the monster race in the barren land. In the eyes of many cultivators from the Meishan lineage, it was a great insult to their ancestors!

There are some hatreds that cannot be forgotten.

After the First Battle of Meishan, only a thousand mortals and more than a hundred monks escaped. They were led by the current Mayor of Meicheng, Mei Kongluo's only daughter, Mei Guihun.

Mei Guihun is not the real name of the city lord, but a name he changed before the establishment of Meicheng, implying that the Meishan tribe back then returned to their hometown.

"I still remember that day, at the foot of Meishan Mountain, the city lord drew a banner," Yao Gonglin said with tears in his eyes, "on the banner was a pair of plum blossoms, and the city lord dyed the plum blossoms red with his heart and soul!"

"After what you said, I would like to see this Lord City Lord sooner." Yang Jian picked up his wine glass, "To the soul of Meishan."

"Thank you Zhenjun!"

It was the man who toasted and drank together, looked at each other and smiled after drinking, Yao Gonglin wiped the corners of his eyes, and smiled embarrassedly.

"It made Zhenjun laugh."

Yang Jian frowned and said, "Then why can't we attack Meishan now?"

"Well, speaking of this, it's not that you guys are weak in battle," Zhang Boshi sighed, "We can compete equally with the demon soldiers on Meishan in terms of military strength, and we don't lose half a cent to them in terms of treasures in the battle formation. However, after so many years and so many fights, every time we hit the most critical moment, there will always be mistakes."

Yang Jian frowned and said, "Could it be that there is a deterrent from the power of the monster race?"

Yao Gonglin shook his head and said, "It will be nearly a year, and many great talents from our human race will come here to help, and the masters are also considered balanced."

At this time, Yao Gonglin and Zhang Boshi were both monks at the peak of the Golden Immortal; because they led troops to fight all the year round, their practice would inevitably be delayed.

Zhang Boshi snorted, and said: "I just felt that there is an inner ghost of the Yaozu among us people!"

"Bo Shi!" Yao Gonglin glared at Zhang Boshi, "What nonsense! Which one of us has a blood feud with the Yaozu? Who hasn't fought together so far? Don't go crazy after drinking! If you spread the word to others, you have committed a serious crime!"

Zhang Boshi groaned a few words, his face full of dissatisfaction and grievances, but he didn't say much about it.

Yang Jian said from the side: "Tell me in detail, what went wrong every time."

"Can the true king master the art of battle formation?"

"Know a thing or two."

"That being the case, I will discuss it with Zhenjun in detail, so let's discuss the three battles against Meishan."

Yao Gonglin dipped his fingers in some wine, and drew a mysterious and complicated battle formation on the table. Yang Jian looked at it carefully and looked quite serious, but he was a little muttering in his heart.

These battle formations have nothing in common with the ones I saw in the Heavenly Court battle formation booklet.

The prehistoric world is too great, and what I know is too little.

...

Meicheng, the city lord's mansion.

Mei Linhan hurried to a small courtyard with heavy guards, and stopped at the entrance of the courtyard.

"Is there any sign of the city lord leaving the customs today?"

"No," the gate guard replied respectfully.

Mei Hanlin paced back and forth, his face became more and more sad, and finally stomped his feet.

"No, I'll call her out!"

"Deputy city lord!"

"Get out of the way! A catastrophe is imminent, why shut up!" Mei Linhan yelled angrily, and directly crashed into the gate of the other courtyard.