The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Since Daji entered the palace, Emperor Xin ignored government affairs and became more and more tyrannical, killing ministers, destroying pillars, making cannons, digging pots, and tossing Nanzhou into a miasma.

The tragic death of Empress Jiang was still brewing. Jiang Hengchu, the great prince of the east, was called into Chaoge City, framed in every possible way, tortured to death.

Jiang Wenhuan, the son of Jiang Hengchu, inherited his father's throne, vowed to avenge his father, and led the heroes to rebel. Chen Bing wandered before the Hun Pass, and fought hard every day, causing countless casualties inside and outside the Hun Pass...

Regarding this matter, Chen Tangguan and Li Jing were quite concerned.

Since Dong Bohou rebelled against the merchants, Chentangguan has been under martial law every day, recruiting soldiers and horses, training them every day, and waiting for the order of Chaoge.

Li Jing is not a feudal lord, but the commander in chief of a pass. Although he holds a heavy army, he has no talismans, no edicts, and he is not allowed to send troops without authorization.

He is also a loyal minister and a filial son. Seeing that the people of the world are suffering from the war, he is also a little worried. He is stuck in the military camp, busy with military affairs, and rarely returns home.

Nezha was taught a lesson by Yang Jian before, and he really restrained himself for a few days.

That day, he sneaked into his father's study to play, and saw a few cloth picture albums of 'Little People Fighting' at the bottom of the box.

How does little Nezha understand this? Excitedly, he took it to his mother to present the treasure, but was scolded by his mother and beaten up by his father when he found out, so he was quite upset.

If this matter were given to him, he would be the son of Li Jing of Chentangguan, a born immortal, and he would swallow his breath.

But unfortunately, his mother just scolded him for always being right at a young age, and his father didn't even say what was wrong when he beat him, it was a spanking without explanation.

How can little Nezha endure this?

He sneaked into his father's study again, wanting to make a little mischief and embarrass his father, so he saw the jade invitation on the desk.

After looking carefully for a long time, Nezha realized that he was still illiterate, so he put away the invitation and quietly threw it into the depths of the East Sea...

Li Jing couldn't find the invitation, and the servants and maids in the house were all punished; seeing that things were getting serious, Nezha simply ran out to play for a few days.

Li Jing couldn't find Nezha, so he knew that Nezha had taken the hard-won invitation. After a few days of indignation, the beating also fell on Nezha.

After two times of beating and scolding, the hard work that Yang Jian persuaded before suddenly turned into flowing water, never to return...

Yang Jian didn't know about this, when he reached the sky over Chentang Pass, his consciousness swept over him, and he saw the little Nezha who was ostentatiously passing through the market with a few servants on the street.

Pedestrians around gave way one after another, and vendors everywhere did not dare to look directly at them, they were really like bullies.

"This brat," Yang Jian was really a little speechless, went straight down, used the method of transformation, entered a restaurant, and waited for little Nezha to pass by on the street.

It's been a long time since I've seen you, Nezha doesn't seem to have grown up much, he still wears the same red pocket and blue trousers, with a longevity lock around his neck, and a Qiankun circle around his wrist.

The difference is that the original upside-down braid has been replaced with two horns, which look even cuter.

At this moment, Nezha had an abnormal look on his face, like a mountain king inspecting his territory.

"Young master, are you hungry?" The steward of the Li residence lowered his head and asked, "The restaurant in front is pretty good."

"Hmph, I don't think I'm hungry, but you are hungry?" Little Nezha curled his mouth, "Go and eat, I'm walking on the street by myself."

"How can this happen?" The steward laughed sarcastically, and obediently followed the young master who was a kid, not daring to say anything.

Once the little Nezha went back to complain to his wife, they would lose their jobs and had to go back to farm outside the pass.

Passing by the restaurant, little Nezha seemed to have a sense, looked up, and just saw the chicken leg falling from the sky, hitting his forehead.

Snapped!

The chicken legs stuck to Nezha's face, and the little Nezha seemed to be petrified, standing there with his hands behind his back, and he seemed to be in a bad mood.

Several servants hurriedly shouted: "Ouch!"

"Master! Are you alright, master? This chicken leg..."

"Who threw chicken legs! Do you know who you hit!"

"Shut up! What are you yelling!"

Little Nezha reprimanded him childishly, and the servants quickly bowed their heads.

He took the chicken leg off his face, held it in his hand, and glanced at the open window on the fourth floor of the restaurant. He jumped up and landed on the window edge.

All the guests dining on the fourth floor were stunned. Many of them knew Nezha, and immediately lowered their heads and turned sideways in a panic, not daring to meet the little devil's eyes.

"Who threw the chicken leg?" Nezha raised his hand, took the chicken leg and sniffed it in front of his nose, and opened his mouth to bite.

Tsk, the taste is not bad.

"Who threw the chicken legs? I'll ask again!" Little Nezha yelled vaguely, "Manly man, one person does one thing and one person is in charge. I won't beat you, but I want you to come over and apologize to us!"

Hearing a chuckle from the corner, Nezha followed the sound and saw the figure in the yellow robe sitting with his back facing him.

"Who threw the chicken leg and hit my junior brother? I'll ask for you too, how about it?"

Hearing this sound, little Nezha froze when he gnawed on the chicken leg, but seeing the man in yellow turn his head, his little face collapsed instantly.

Little Nezha turned his head and was about to jump off the window sill, but a big mysterious hand grabbed him, captured him in a corner, and threw him onto a chair.

Yang Jian laughed and cursed: "Why do you see me running?"

"I..." Nezha scratched his head, not daring to look at Yang Jian.

After he threw away the invitation, he realized that it was Yang Jian who sent someone to his father to invite him to the East China Sea wedding.

Li Jing beat him up, and Nezha held a grudge; but Nezha was afraid of delaying Yang Jian's happy event, so he always felt sorry for Yang Jian.

But how can you tell this?

Although Li Jing's magic power is not as good as his, but that's his father, so let's just beat him up, anyway, he just feels aggrieved and doesn't feel much pain.

But Yang Jian's ability is much better than him, if he mentions this matter, Yang Jian will beat him up...wouldn't it really mean that his flesh would be bruised?

Yang Jian took a mouthful of food slowly, "Don't you call me?"

"Master, senior brother." Little Nezha felt uncomfortable, sitting there shivering for a while.

All the guests in the hall were stunned for a moment, and then roared with laughter. They were not afraid of the immortals, and they all clapped their hands faster when they saw that someone could restrain the little devil.

Nezha glared at these diners angrily, the laughter stopped abruptly, and everyone lowered their heads to eat, not daring to laugh any more.

Yang Jian said with a smile: "Junior brother, the majesty is strong enough."

"That's it," Nezha waved his small fist with a strange expression, "I punched and kicked this! Humph, I won't hurt them, let them suffer, and they will naturally be afraid of me."

"Are you happy that people are afraid of you?"

"Of course...hehe, I'm not that happy," little Nezha waved his hand, pouting a little depressed, "It's just that being at home is too boring, and I have nothing to do every day, so I ran out to play... I'm serious about learning martial arts."

Yang Jian didn't really want to discipline him, after all, with so many people watching, he also had to consider the face of his junior.

"Did your father teach you martial arts?"

"Him? He's not free," Nezha snorted softly, "He goes to the military camp all day long, and my mother is very lonely. How can I be free?"

Yang Jian raised his hand and knocked on his head, and the painful little Nezha gasped for a while.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Yang Jian scolded, but to this little child, he really didn't know how to explain where the word "loneliness" should be used.

Sure enough, Li Jing still neglected to discipline Nezha.

Yang Jian felt a little unhappy. He said so much last time, but it was useless? Does Li Jing really dislike Nezha?

Hmph, if he didn't want to make Nezha too sad, why would he spend so much time on Li Jing...

"Forget it," Yang Jian shook his head, "Who told you it was your father."

"Um?"

Yang Jian said: "I'll stay with you at your house for a few days later, to see how you've practiced recently."

Nezha suddenly looked distressed, "My house is small, and the guest rooms are full of people..."

Yang Jian: "It's okay, I'll just sleep on the roof of your room."

"Then, that's fine," Nezha pursed his lips, thinking that Yang Jian would go to Li's Mansion to look at him, and he would definitely want him to read and write, get up early to practice kung fu, and those days would be more difficult than the 18th hell.

The servants ran to the fourth floor panting, and saw their young master sitting in the corner with a slumped face, looking unlovable, and immediately admired the figure in the yellow robe.

It must be a god who can make their young master feel so depressed.

Yang Jian went as soon as he said he would, and after dinner, he threw down a piece of gold and took little Nezha straight to Li's residence.

When Yin heard that Yang Jian was coming, she waited in front of the door for reception, and also sent someone to the barracks to invite the master back to his house.

After Li Jing came back, there was another exchange of greetings, banquets, singing and dancing, so I don't need to mention it much. But Yang Jian didn't advise Li Jing as he did last time, and he didn't even mention Nezha's education at all, he just said that he would chatter at the mansion for a while.

Li Jing was naturally overjoyed, and said: "Because I was busy with military affairs, I couldn't go to the East China Sea to congratulate, so I was uneasy. If Zhenjun can stay at the mansion, I will also show my kindness as a landlord."

At the moment, he ordered someone to tidy up a separate courtyard. Although it is not luxurious, it is better than cleanliness.

"If Li Zongbing is busy with military affairs, he can go by himself," Yang Jian cupped his hands and said, how could Li Jing be willing to leave?

Yang Jian was at the mansion, but Li Jing had many questions about cultivation and wanted to ask, so the military affairs were put on hold for now, anyway, there was no war at Chentang Pass, so he wanted to visit Yang Jian every day for advice.

In this way, Yang Jian lived in Li's mansion, urging Nezha to practice martial arts and practice every day, and was also entrusted by the Yin family to teach Nezha to read and write.

Of course Nezha wanted to go out to play, but he couldn't beat Yang Jian. After being dealt with by Yang Jian a few times, he became a good boy honestly...

One day, near nightfall, Yang Jian called Nezha to a well in the backyard of the Li residence, and said, "Get water."

"What do you fetch water for?"

Yang Jian smiled lightly and did not answer.

Nezha thought that Yang Jian was going to play with him, so he happily poured out a basin of cool well water, holding the basin and waiting for Yang Jian's order.

"Okay, come with me."

Nezha was suddenly confused, and really didn't know what this powerful senior brother was thinking.