The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Coming to Meishan again, Lu Chunyang was amazed at the almost earth-shaking changes in Meishan; Yang Jian said with a smile that he was a shopkeeper who left hands, and his mother helped take care of it, Lu Chunyang was even more surprised.

Entering Meishan, Yang Jian let out a long whistle, which alarmed the generals to come forward to salute.

Bai Ze perfectly concealed his aura without revealing anything; at the beginning, the generals of Meishan only felt that this was an old man with a wretched face, and did not recognize his identity as the Ten Demon Saint.

"Let me introduce to you," Yang Jian pointed directly at Bai Ze and said, "This senior is the famous Bai Ze senior in ancient times, but now he has nothing to do with the Yaozu, he is my best friend."

Therefore, the generals of Meishan showed expressions that were almost the same as those of Lu Chunyang, and they all looked at Yang Jian with a little worry, fearing that Yang Jian would be deceived by the demon clan.

"Second Master..."

"It doesn't matter," Yang Jian waved his hand and said, "In ancient times, Senior Bai Ze never participated in the massacre of the human race. He was indifferent by nature. Back then, he also strongly opposed the Demon Emperor's refining of the witch-killing sword, and he was kind to the human race."

After Yang Jian said this, the generals of Meishan looked at Bai Ze with a little more admiration.

The lich has fallen, and the ten demon saints who can walk in the world at this time must be the generation with profound blessings; and Yang Jian's words, the generals of Meishan will naturally believe it.

"Second Master, I'll go back to practice soon."

Yang Jian said: "Senior Bai Ze will stay in the mountains for the next month. If you have any doubts about cultivation, you can ask senior."

All the generals promised to do good, and each retired.

Bai Ze glanced at Yang Jian, and said in confusion, "Who did you hear about what happened back then?"

"I didn't hear anyone say it, I was fooled," Yang Jian said indifferently, "If the senior is that vicious and treacherous person, or raised a butcher's knife against the human race, he is afraid of the retribution of the heavens, and he will hardly survive the catastrophe of the lich."

Bai Ze nodded lightly, didn't say much about it, but said old-fashionedly: "Go and clean up your house with the best view, I'm going to take Liuya to see the scenery!"

Liuya whispered beside her: "This is at Brother Yang Jian's house, Master, don't be so casual."

"Why are you being polite to him! Let's go!"

Bai Ze shook his head vigorously, there seemed to be some deep meaning in his words, and he led Liu Ya straight to the two facing cliffs.

Yang Jian and Lu Dongbin followed, and several figures appeared on the clouds in front of them. It was Yao Ji who took Xiao Chan'er out to greet her.

Yang Jian took two steps ahead, approached Yao Ji, and said to Yao Ji: "Mother, I brought a few friends to stay at home. This is Senior Bai Ze, and that mother should know, Chunyang Sword Immortal Lu Chunyang."

Yao Ji smiled and said: "You can make more friends, so you can rest assured when you go out."

After saying that, go forward to salute, Xiao Chan'er bows behind her mother with a decent appearance, and carefully looks at Liuya.

However, Liuya has been looking at Yaoji, muttering in a low voice: "This sister feels so close."

"This is my mother," Yang Jian said with a smile.

Liu Ya stuck out the tip of her tongue and quickly changed her words: "Brother Yang Jian's mother is so beautiful..."

Bai Ze cupped his hands and said with a smile: "I've heard about Princess Bailian's virtuous name for a long time, and seeing her today, it's really extraordinary. Little old Bai Ze, be polite."

"Senior, you are very polite, please take care of my son in the future."

"It doesn't matter who takes care of whom," Bai Ze sighed, Yao Ji smiled and shook her head, and Lu Chunyang also bowed her hands in salute.

This time, it was a little difficult for Yao Ji.

When Lu Chunyang served as the East Prince in the Heavenly Court, Yao Ji was Princess Bailian, and she had also been taught to practice in the East Palace. Lu Chunyang and the Jade Emperor were regarded as peers, and she was also regarded as peers.

But Lu Chunyang is talking about friendship with Yang Jian now, and she is Yang Jian's mother. Lu Chunyang is usually a generation shorter, so he has to salute her...

"Is the prince safe?" Yao Ji directly revealed the salute and asked in a soft voice, which made Lu Chunyang not feel embarrassed.

"It's still..."

Yang Jian said from the side: "Mom, let's arrange a few houses."

"Mother has made arrangements, please come inside, I'll get some food and drink," Yao Ji naturally shifted her eyes to Liuya, and asked, "Who is this girl?"

"Senior Bai Ze's disciple is also my good friend," Yang Jian said a few words to Yao Ji, briefly explaining Liuya's identity, Yao Ji was completely surprised.

Yang Jian didn't hide it from Yaoji, he had absolute trust in his mother, and directly said that this was the "Dao fruit of the Empress Houtu", which can be regarded as a reincarnation and recultivation body, and will be sent to the Saint Empress Palace to practice in a month.

Yang Jian said with a smile: "These days, if my mother is free, I will teach her some simple things. She just woke up not long ago, and she has never been in the wild, and she doesn't know anything."

"It's free," Yao Ji quickly agreed, showing some respect to Liu Ya.

The great virtue Houtu, the body of the six realms; don't say that Liuya is the Tao fruit of the Houtu, it is equivalent to another life of the Houtu, even if the registered disciple of the Houtu empress walks outside, everyone will respect him in the prehistoric.

Yaoji led a few people to the pavilion on the cliff, and there were groups of fairies serving her, while Yaoji pulled Liuya and sat beside her, asking something in a low voice, and she also liked Liuya quite a lot.

After drinking for three rounds, Lu Chunyang and Bai Ze were drinking together, and Xiao Chan'er, who hadn't spoken much, lightly bumped her brother with her shoulder.

"well……"

Yang Jian turned his head to look, and saw his sister was a little sullen, "What's the matter? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Hmph," Xiao Chan'er turned her head away, and Chu Qian, who was seated beside her, winked at Yang Jian with a smile and said nothing.

Yang Jian saw that the rice bowl in front of Xiao Chan'er was empty, put a piece of Xianchi fish in her bowl, and said, "Have you been lazy in your cultivation recently?"

"Hmph." Yang Xiaochan turned her head back, her mouth pursed.

"But someone bullied you?" Yang Jian frowned, but he still had the matter of the surname Liu in his heart; in order to prevent this from happening, Xiao Chan'er had better practice in Meishan all the time and not go anywhere.

Yang Xiaochan pursed her mouth, and murmured, "No wonder I ran outside every day. It turns out that there is another younger sister outside."

Yang Jian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and raised his hand to tap the little girl's forehead.

"You also eat this jealousy, you don't think about cultivation, you think wildly every day!" Yang Jian reprimanded a few words, but then sent her a voice to tell her how he met Liu Ya when he was practicing in Xiaoqian World.

When Yang Jian said that Liuya was not growing up at that time, she was thrown to him by her master in desperation, but Liuya just secretly wiped her tears for all kinds of grievances...

Yang Xiaochan immediately bit her lip, looking at Liuya full of sympathy.

And when Yang Jian said again, Liuya just felt that she had slept, but she didn't expect that she had been in the coffin for more than five hundred years, and she had grown into a twelve or thirteen-year-old...

Yang Xiaochan sighed faintly, and said: "Compared to her, I have always been taken care of by my elder brother, Master Yuding, and Tinglan Cuizhu, and now I am often by my mother's side, so I am much luckier."

The two brothers and sisters spoke quietly, so naturally no one could hear them.

Yang Jian said: "In another month, she will be sent to the Saint Dojo to learn Taoism and practice. Although the Saint Dojo is a sacred place for practice that everyone yearns for, there are also many rules. I am afraid that she will be more uncomfortable than sleeping in a jade coffin."

"Brother, don't talk about it," Yang Xiaochan felt the same way, "Cultivation is extremely boring, let alone in such a situation! Wouldn't it be good to let her practice with us?"

"Who dares to disobey the decree of the saint?"

"All right……"

"When she is here, play with her more," Yang Jian said, "I promise you that you don't have to practice this month, how about it?"

"En! En!" Yang Xiaochan nodded again and again, her small face was full of seriousness, "Brother, don't worry, I will definitely take her to eat and have fun! Leave her colorful memories of her monastic career!"

If you don't bring her into trouble, you will become the Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate...

Yang Jian picked up the wine glass and took a sip. He always felt that Xiao Chan'er was too simple, and she could get it done with just a few words.

Hearing Yang Xiaochan's voice again, he said quietly: "Brother, you will be a great hero in the prehistoric world in the future, and you must have many confidante. However, my sister can only have me... Liuya is not your sister, I will not argue with her."

Yang Jian took a sip of wine stuck in his throat, his mind was confused and difficult to understand.

Not daring to meet Yang Xiaochan's gaze, Yang Jian just replied by voice: "Don't regard brother as that frivolous prodigal, from now on your sister-in-law is just Xin Ke."

"I don't believe you," Yang Xiaochan lowered her head, continuing to poke the food in the bowl with her chopsticks.

Yang Jian brought her another piece of fragrant fairy meat. The dishes on this table were all made by Yao Ji herself, and the color and smell were good. Cooking by herself also showed her respect for Bai Ze and Lu Chunyang.

For some reason, after being told by Yang Xiaochan, a woman's figure appeared in front of Yang Jian's eyes.

Wen Qingling.

Shaking his head to let the figure go away, Yang Jian raised his glass to Bai Ze, and in order to give everyone something to talk about, he talked about how he and Bai Ze dealt with Kong Xuan together, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone at the table.

Speaking of rising, Chu Qian played the piano, Lu Chunyang presented a sword dance, and Yang Jian was also called to go down and swing a gun to do a few tricks.

The table was full of joy and harmony, and the long banquet didn't end until midnight.

Although Liuya has grown up compared to that year, she still doesn't have any mana, and she hasn't started to practice. She is no different from a mortal girl, and she is already sleepy by midnight.

Yao Ji took her and Xiao Chan'er to sleep in the same room, while Yang Jian sat on the roof with Lu Chunyang and Bai Ze, chatting, drinking and having fun.

It is rare for Yang Jian to have such a time in his practice days.

This time, because of Liuya's affairs, I sneaked out of my busy schedule, temporarily escaped from the catastrophe of conferred gods, and wandered freely in the mountains and forests with two or three friends, drinking until I got drunk, and playing until my spirits faded.

This made Yang Jian suddenly feel that this is the reason why mortals yearn for monks.

Can live forever, can be unrestrained.

"Yang Jian, is the way of a saint really much better than mine?" Bai Ze asked drunkenly, his old face full of disappointment.

Lu Chunyang, who was blushing and neck red next to him, nodded: "Isn't this nonsense, the way of a saint, that's the way to become a saint!"

Bai Ze argued hard: "The one that suits you is the best way!"

"Drink, you guys," Yang Jian grabbed two wine jars to block the tricks of the two drunks, so as not to say anything that offends the saint and bring about heaven's punishment.

saint……

Sanctification through merit and virtue...Proving the way with strength...

Yang Jian looked at the bright moon in the sky, and his heart gradually calmed down; he took out the iron plate and played with it quietly.

"Huh?" Lu Chunyang hiccupped beside him, "How did this thing fall into your hands?"