The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Regarding making friends, Yang Jian has always been very cautious, so up to now, he only has a few friends, and they all made friends while traveling abroad.

Lu Chunyang, who can't figure out his beautiful master, Fu Dongliu, who is now unknowingly cultivated, Wen Qingling, who is gentle and pleasant and has also entered the fairy gate, and Ao Ji, the son of the Dragon Palace who is helping him to be a bridge...

Now they are all friends, and most of the other people who meet are seniors, how dare they be called confidants?

When Yang Jian was in his hometown on Earth, he always felt that he didn’t need too many friends, just three or two with whom he could keep in touch frequently was enough.

Up to now, he also thinks the same way, but he didn't expect that in this small Meicheng, he would meet a few guards with good tempers. Although the influence of the two in the prehistoric world is not the same, Yang Jian feels that it is a blessing in life to make friends, chat and drink with them.

Cultivation is hard, it would be nice to have a few more friends.

However, he and Yao Gonglin are still not true confidants, not because of other reasons, but because when the two got acquainted, Yao Gonglin asked him for something, and Yang Jian also had a heart to solicit.

Those who combine rights, the rights are exhausted and neglected.

Yang Jian felt a little sad when he thought of this, but he also knew that this was an unavoidable thing; if he had come to Meishan not at this time, but earlier, when he had just traveled to the prehistoric region, and made friends with Yao Gonglin and others, the self at that time might be able to become true friends with them.

Under the vines, Yang Jian talked with Yao Gonglin all night.

At the beginning, they were still talking about the Meishan Monster Clan, but later they gradually began to talk about the world, and when the eastern sky became white, the two of them had already begun to discuss the "martial arts" and "tao" suitable for battle.

The two talked happily and harmoniously.

At the beginning, Yao Gonglin really wanted to climb up to Yang Jian's backer, but as he became more familiar with Yang Jian, he felt kind to Yang Jian's easy-going and calm, and told the truth what he shouldn't have said.

"True Monarch, after the great catastrophe of Nanzhou Daomen, the Heavenly Court may have to liquidate Wubuzhou. At that time, the brothers also want to have something to rely on. I wonder if Zhenjun has the intention of recruiting troops?"

Yang Jian has been on the road a lot this time, and he has no plans to replace the city lord of Meicheng, but he also wants to recruit a few generals who can lead the army to join him.

One thousand, two hundred... Oh, no, although the three thousand Caotou Gods will be the main force for his future campaigns, he will also station some generals in Meishan.

"Thanks to Gong Lin for not giving up. Although I have only twelve commanders at this time, I have no soldiers or generals under my command. If Gong Lin wants to come, I must have a place for Gong Lin."

With sincere eyes and sincere words, Yang Jian also made a promise to Yao Gonglin.

Yao Gonglin's eyes flickered a little, and he asked tentatively: "You, Zhenjun, did you fall in love with this plum city?"

"What does Gonglin mean?" Yang Jian pretended not to know Yao Gonglin's meaning, and said with a smile, "I think this Meicheng is pretty good, and ordinary monks can live in peace. In the future, I can come here often, and bring my family here to relax."

Yao Gonglin is a smart person, and he understood what Yang Jian said.

He didn't get his hands on the Heart of Meicheng.

This made Yao Gonglin feel relieved, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and most of the guilt in his heart dissipated.

Zhang Boshi, who was soundly asleep in the room, grinned, rolled over and continued to sleep.

After hesitating for a while, Yao Gonglin said, "Zhenjun, there is something I don't know whether to say or not."

"But it doesn't matter."

"Meishan...is already the land of the real king in the rewards of the heavenly court, but do the tens of thousands of Meishan's disciples in this Meicheng have a chance to return to their hometown..."

Yang Jian shook his head and smiled lightly, and said: "My family is only four people, can we live in such a big mountain? You can build a city, of course I will not stop you. Gong Lin, these things are all natural. What I did was actually to find a place to live for my mother, younger sister, and unmarried wife."

Yao Gonglin got up and bowed, "Thank you, Zhenjun, for fulfilling your wish."

This matter is so settled.

After Yang Jian captured Meishan, he promised to give the Meishan lineage a chance to return to their hometown and live. Yao Gonglin and Zhang Boshi would also join Yang Jian as generals to lead the army after settling the Meishan lineage.

Although Yao Gonglin and Zhang Boshi acted in such a way that they had already found a "next home" before they pacified Meishan, which is not very authentic.

But these are all their own affairs of the Meishan lineage, and have nothing to do with Yang Jian.

Moreover, the reason why Meicheng exists, and the reason why these people follow Meiguihun, the lord of Meicheng, is all because of the wish of returning to Meishan's hometown and clearing away the demon clan to avenge their ancestors.

When their wishes are fulfilled, where they devote themselves is all their own fate, and there is no such thing as betrayal.

"You're welcome," Yang Jian waved his hand, seeing that it was already dawn, he got up and said, "Let's go, let's go to the City Lord's Mansion together. If the City Lord has not left the customs, I will wait a few days."

"This way please, I'll call Bo Shi!"

Yao Gonglin seemed a little unconcealable excited, walking with wind, rushed into the guest room in two or three steps, and brought out the bearded Zhang Boshi who was sleeping soundly.

In fact, the Twelve Commanders had already been practicing in the room and were on standby. Yang Jian made a gesture, and the Twelve Commanders opened their eyes at the same time, protecting Yang Jian in front of and behind them. Their young faces were full of maturity and prudence. This was naturally related to their earlier experiences.

Beizhou is ten thousand years old, why is hell so cold?

On the eve of the end of their lives, they ushered in the new life given by Yang Jian. The experience of this kind of state of mind is really not easy.

Slow life and death, narrowly escaped death.

The twelve disciples of the witch clan just stood there. Although they were not yet masters, they were already imposing, majestic, energetic, with old blood in their clothes, and their eyes were like eagles. They didn't lose face to Yang Jian.

"Good man!" Yao Gonglin praised.

Yang Jian smiled without saying a word, and walked out of the general's mansion with Zhang and Yao. The twelve commanders followed behind, majestic.

Boom boom boom boom...

As soon as I went to the street, I heard the roar of the sky drum in the center of the city.

"True Monarch, the city lord should have left the customs. This is the sound of the drum calling us to discuss matters!"

Yang Jian murmured, and said, "You guys go first, I'll prepare a few gifts and come to see you in person."

"That's fine," just as Yao Gonglin finished speaking, Zhang Boshi was about to mutter a few words, "Why are there so many things", when Yao Gonglin slapped his head and pressed him down.

Zhang Boshi rolled his eyes and was dragged away into the sky.

Yang Jian smiled and walked forward, thinking that Uncle Zhang was a little muddled, but it was quite interesting.

Behind him, Yu Luo said softly, "Second Master, the generals in Meicheng are all from the Meishan lineage. After Mei Linhan took power, the generals of Meishan were very dissatisfied with him."

"Okay," Yang Jian interrupted Yu Luo, naturally knowing what she was talking about.

The twelve commanders bowed their heads at the same time, and they were about to kneel down and admit their mistakes in the street, but Yang Jian used his profound energy to hold his figure.

It's nothing more than using his own name to recruit some generals, and using the body of Meicheng, he quickly pulls up a group of soldiers and horses who obey his orders.

But do you dare to use such soldiers and horses?

"We are here to borrow troops, don't do things beyond the rules, and don't let others hold the ground."

"Second Master, it's because we didn't think carefully..."

Yang Jian smiled, and said calmly: "You spend more time on the tricks of fighting the enemy, intrigue, conspiracy and tricks, are you still witches?"

The Twelve Commanders looked at each other in blank dismay, did Second Master think too 'simple' of the Wu Clan...

One thing Yang Jian likes about Meicheng is that there are no pavilions floating in the sky in Meicheng, and all of them are houses built on the ground.

Moreover, in order to cooperate with the large defensive formation, there are only a few high-rise buildings, which are still in the shape of four corners supporting the sky, and are the support points of the large protective formation.

Although such an ancient city lacks a little fairy aura and the ethereal meaning of those fairy cities in the hinterland of Central China, it makes people feel more real and real.

Walking on the street, Yang Jian felt that there was something wrong with his hands empty, so he pulled the Xiaotian dog out and put the rein on it.

It didn't matter that he pulled the roaring dog, Yang Jian also thought of the nine-headed chicken who had been kept in the black turtle belt; earlier, because there were Feng Wu and Feng Shan in the black turtle belt, Yang Jian divided that small space into a corner, put Xi Meier in it, and never cared about it.

I don't know if I was suffocated.

Yang Jian stopped by the side of the road, his mind sank into the gems carried by the black turtle, and withdrew the barrier that separated the corner, revealing the panicked woman inside.

Her long hair was disheveled, her face was haggard, and there was not much vitality in her eyes. After seeing the projection of Yang Jian's soul, she showed a slight fluctuation.

Looking at Xi Meier, Yang Jian really didn't know how to deal with it.

Originally, he wanted to use her as a 'remedy'. If he couldn't get phoenix blood from refining the spear, he would find a way to sublimate and ripen her blood for use in refining the spear.

But now, Yang Jian's three-pointed two-edged spear has been practiced, but he has no intention of killing her again.

The three monsters in the Xuanyuan Tomb were killed by Yang Jian, the jade-bone pipa spirit who sucked human blood, captured the nine-headed chicken spirit, and imprisoned Daji in the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea.

It would be easy to kill this chick, she is a demon race, Yang Jian is a human race, and killing the enemy's henchmen.

But Yang Jian always felt a little awkward in his heart, as if killing her would leave a gap in his Dao heart.

Regardless of killing or killing monsters, if it is useful to oneself, stay, and if it is useless to oneself, kill it, instead of judging by right and wrong, why should I have a clear conscience?

But unfortunately, I can't let it go, I'm afraid that I will provoke the wrath of the Nuwa sage...

"Xi Meier, do you want to die or live?"

Xi Meier smiled miserably, ran her slender fingers across her long hair, and said in a low voice: "I said I want to die or want to live, is it useful? My life and death are in your thoughts, you ask me, is it interesting?"

As she spoke, she burst into tears, biting her lip and sobbing uncontrollably.

Yang Jian said seriously: "I spare your life for the purpose of making spears, but the magic weapon has been completed, so it is useless for me to keep you here."

"If you want to kill, just give me a good time." Xi Meier closed her eyes with a determined face.

She had actually recovered some of her monster power at this time, but she had no fighting spirit in her heart, and she didn't even think about escaping from birth.

Yang Jian murmured a few times, and said: "Hand over your natal demon soul, and make an oath of heaven to serve me as the master. From now on, go and be with Chu Qian."

Xi Meier was taken aback for a moment, then looked up at Yang Jian with astonishment.

She thought she was about to die, and she was thrown here by Yang Jian just to absorb evil energy for his pet dog's practice.

But I never thought that Yang Jian would ask her to be a maid...

"If you don't want to, I have no choice but to seal you up for a thousand years. After a thousand years, I will let you go."

After saying that, Yang Jian flicked his sleeves, withdrew from the black turtle belt, continued to walk on the street, and headed towards the City Lord's Mansion.

But within two steps, there was a cry from the black turtle belt that only Yang Jian, who was wearing it, could hear.

"I wish...to serve you as Lord..."

Promise so fast?

Yang Jian couldn't help feeling suspicious, could there be fraud in this?

"Wow! Wow!"

Xiao Tiangou suddenly barked twice towards the front, Yang Jian looked up, but saw a slender figure with a sword behind his back standing in front of him, he was a Taoist with an elegant face and a high crown.