The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

In the backyard of Li Mansion, in a garden.

With the support of several maidservants, the beautiful woman, who was just pregnant, walked carefully on the path in the garden, stroking her slightly protruding belly from time to time, with a faint smile on her lips.

A piece of cloud landed on top of Li's house, it was neither blown away by the wind, nor turned into clouds of smoke, nor did it attract the attention of the people in Li's house.

"Is this what my brother said about being pregnant?" Yang Xiaochan looked at the woman below curiously.

Yang Jian said: "It is very difficult to conceive in October and have a son and a half daughter."

"Brother, was it like this when mother gave birth to us?" Yang Xiaochan's eyes were slightly sad.

Yang Jian rubbed her head and didn't say much. Glancing at Ling Zhuzi at the side, he found that Ling Zhuzi was in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Chu Qian, go down and find out who the woman in this house is."

"Yes," Chu Qian bowed and saluted, turning into a ray of jade light and entering the Li residence.

She is a demon cultivator, she has her own methods of demon cultivating, and she returned after a short time, and she has already found out the life of the beautiful woman and reported it to her.

"Second Lord, this place is the residence of the general soldier of Chentangguan. The general soldier was young and promising. In his early years, he even practiced Taoism. He is not very skilled, but he is quite majestic in the army."

Yang Jian asked, "Whose name is it?"

His name was Li Jing, and everyone he met would call him a disciple under the name of the Daoist Du'er from West Kunlun. "

"What about the lady below?"

Chu Qian said with a smile: "This is Li Yin's family, Li Jing's first wife. Speaking of this lady, it is admirable."

Lingzhu asked curiously: "How to make people admire?"

"Although this lady is a mortal, she has studied and practiced martial arts since she was a child, and her martial arts skills are not weak. I heard from the old servant of the Li Mansion that the Yin family used to be a knight with a sword, killed the robbers who caused disasters in the village, and also drove out evil spirits for the people. Before marrying into the Li Mansion, they were very popular in Chentangguan."

As Chu Qian was talking, she couldn't help laughing, and said: "This Yin family met the general soldier of Chentangguan, but it is also a good story that has been widely circulated in Chentangguan."

Chu Qian used her soft voice to retell the story she heard. It was a farce of "beauty saves the hero", "hero loves beauty", and "beauty thinks the hero is not good and doesn't want to".

Ling Zhuzi laughed loudly, and said: "This Yin family is really amazing, if he can save people and cultivate immortals, he will surely leave a good story in Central Shenzhou."

Yang Jian nodded, really wanting to say, 'As long as you are satisfied'.

"Brother, can you check the luck of this place?" Ling Zhuzi said.

Yang Jian took out the Sinan plate, moved it slightly, and a vision appeared.

"Luck is prosperous, it's a good place to go."

Ao Xinke, who stood quietly by the side, seemed to have noticed something, and blinked at Yang Jian, who gave her a quiet look.

Ao Xinke frowned slightly, and stood there without speaking.

Lingzhu was fascinated by the beautiful woman again, Yang Jian smiled and said: "Junior brother, let's look at a few more places."

"No, I see, it's here," Ling Zhuzi replied with a smile, without any discomfort at all.

Yang Jian was a little strange, following Ling Zhuzi's gaze, the ordinary buildings naturally couldn't stop their gaze, and Yang Jian also saw what Ling Zhuzi saw.

Yin Shi sat in the pavilion, gently stroking her protruding abdomen, whispering softly, the light in her eyes was so gentle...

Lingzhu said as if dreaming: "I have never seen her like this. Although I look down on her husband, if I let her be my mother, I should be extremely happy."

Yang Jian was silent and sighed in his heart.

Li Jing, the commander-in-chief of Chentangguan, may be skilled in military tactics, good at leading troops, and loves the people and cares about the country. He has many advantages, but if you think about it carefully, he is not a qualified father.

Nezha was born without raising him, but instead he let Nezha mess around with his temper, causing disasters one after another... Although it was such a fate, Li Jing never fulfilled his father's duties.

Nezha has not been born for more than three years. It is rumored in Chentang Pass that Nezha is a monster. Li Jing actually tried to cut his wife's belly several times.

Nezha was young, and after killing Ao Bing, he pulled his dragon tendons and wanted to make a belt for Li Jing.

Unexpectedly, when Lord Dragon came to the door, Li Jing was crying and resentful. He didn't defend Nezha at all. Instead, he scolded the Yin family, "You gave birth to a good son", and brought disaster to his Li family.

Later, when Empress Shiji came to the door, Li Jing was also terrified, fearing that his head would fall, and without hesitation, he tricked Nezha into pulling the Zhentian bow...

In the end, Donghai threatened and captured Li Jing and the Yin family. Nezha was disheartened, and returned the flesh to his father and the bones to his mother, paying his life for his life. Only then did Nezha get the lotus body.

Yang Jian thought about it carefully, looked at the hope and anticipation in Lingzhuzi's eyes at this time, and thought of the family affection that Lingzhuzi begged for finally turned into despair... How sad and desolate it must be?

And how old was Nezha that year?

He's just a child spoiled by his mother's pampering, he hasn't made up his mind yet, something bad happens, Master Taiyi, the master, stands up to protect his shortcomings, but Li Jing, the biological father, pushes him into the pit of fire.

The more Yang Jian thought about it, the deeper his frown became.

He said: "Junior brother, why don't we go to a few more places to have a look."

Ling Zhuzi smiled and said: "What's the matter, didn't senior brother agree that I will decide this matter? But I think this lady and I are very destined, so I don't need to look any further."

"This...forget it," Yang Jian couldn't help sighing.

He was just thinking about the future development of Lingzhu, and didn't want to delay Nezha's coming to the world, so he followed Taiyi's words in Qianyuan Mountain and led Lingzhu here.

The luck of Chentangguan is very strong, and because Li Jing searched for Taoism in his early years, he formed a karmic relationship with Taoism. At this time, he is ranked as a prince and guards one side, which is really the best place to cut into the gods.

Li Jing's three sons, Jinzha, Muzha, and Nezha, all worshiped under the sect of the Twelve Golden Immortals, which is the best example of luck.

But Yang Jian was thinking in his heart...

His uncles and uncles plotted against Li Jing's son, why didn't he plot against Li Jing?

Nothing else, just ask Li Jing to give Nezha a memory with no regrets and no regrets, and thank Nezha for his father's love and family affection.

It can be regarded as the only thing his senior brother can do for Lingzhu.

But there is no rush for this matter. Before Nezha is born, Yang Jian will come here for a walk.

"Junior brother, why don't you leave some blessings for this lady, and you go back to Qianyuan Mountain to report to Master."

"Okay!" Ling Zhuzi immediately nodded and agreed. She was about to jump off the oyster, but she was a little shy, and said to Yang Jian, "Brother, you should go down."

Just as Yang Jian was about to leave, a warning sign suddenly appeared in his heart.

Yang Jian's eyes flickered slightly, he pondered a few times, and changed his words: "It's actually inconvenient for you and me to meet each other in person, lest this lady think that we two have no sense of demeanor and think that we are here to harm her."

Lingzhuzi also smiled when he heard the words, and nodded in recognition of what Yang Jian said.

"Junior Brother, you should go back to Qianyuan Mountain and report it first. I'll give this lady a dream at night, and put some panacea next to her pillow."

In his words, there was an intention to urge Lingzhu to leave.

Lingzhuzi was a little disturbed at this moment, and didn't hear the urging hidden in Yang Jian's words. She nodded and agreed immediately, bid farewell to several people, and floated to the northwest on the cloud.

When he left, his expression was sometimes melancholy, sometimes uplifting, and at the end he was inexplicably looking forward to it, and he laughed a few times as he flew far away...

There was always a faint brilliance in Yang Jian's eyes, and when he found out that the figure lurking in the city was not chasing Lingzhu, he immediately felt relieved.

It really came for him.

Wang Mo? The Four Saints of Kowloon Island? Or is it the group who plotted against him behind his back this time?

Yang Jian remained calm and said with a smile: "Xinke, Chan'er, I will send you back to the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea to rest. Things are over here, and the mundane world is too turbid, which is not conducive to cultivation."

"Brother! We're not going to our hometown..." Before Yang Xiaochan could finish speaking, Chu Qian pulled her arm and closed her mouth immediately.

"Let's go, let's go to the East China Sea."

Yang Jian said hello, set up the clam without hiding his body, turned into a streamer and flew to the east directly above Li's mansion, and the castration was very fast.

Immediately after Xianceng left, in a teahouse in Chentangguan, two Taoist priests in different clothes stood up and disappeared quietly.

In the clam, Ao Xinke asked Yang Jian: "Why, why, no, don't you go north, north?"

"I'm afraid we won't be able to fight if we go to the north," Yang Jian explained, and said: "If the enemy blocks them, Chu Qian, you will protect them and go to the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea. It is expected that they will not be too insidious in intercepting the people in the teaching, and they should not keep you in trouble."

Chu Qian whispered: "Then, Second Master, you..."

Yang Jian held the pointed spear in his hand, looked at the sea ahead, smiled elegantly, but had a heroic spirit to defy the world.

"Why should I fight to the death with them? It's just to hold them back and wait for my elders to come here."

No matter how worried Yang Xiaochan is, she still knows that what Yang Jian has set is generally unchangeable.

Ao Xinke calmly nodded in agreement, as if she trusted Yang Jian very much.

Yang Jian adjusted his state to the best, and he has already noticed four strands of immortal power in four directions, front, back, left, and right, and one of them is very familiar, which is Wang Mo.

It is expected that the other three people should be the other three of the Four Sages of Kowloon Island.

After only a few hundred miles into the East China Sea, Yang Jian slowly stopped the clam and jumped out, looking at the calm sea ahead.

Yang Jian said: "Uncle Wang Mo has been waiting here for a long time, why don't you show up to meet each other in an open and honest manner? I'm afraid it will damage my uncle's reputation if you hide your head and show your tail."

"snort!"

With a cold snort, a column of water exploded in the sea ten miles ahead, and at the top of the column of water stood a naked man, who was Wang Mo!

At this time, Wang Mo really lived up to his name, he looked like a madman, and shouted: "Give back my disciple's life!"

Yang Jian leaned on the spear in his left hand, and gestured to the clam with his right hand. The clam immediately flew to the left, and flew a hundred miles away in the blink of an eye.

As soon as the clam left, two Taoist priests appeared about ten miles to the left and right of Yang Jian.

And twenty miles behind Yang Jian, a figure was also standing on the sea with his hands behind his back, but his eyes were looking to the north.

Wang Mo!

Yang Sen!

Gaoyou do it!

Li Xingba!

The Four Sages of Kowloon Island, the registered disciples of the Jiejiao Saints, the four Daluo Jinxians!

Hearing the sigh from the person on the left, "Brother, quickly capture him, and I will sweep the battle for you. If the person who explains the teachings finds out, it will definitely take some trouble."

"Capture?" Yang Jian sneered, "I'm really good. The four uncles who intercepted the teaching showed up to capture me."

The three Taoists all turned their faces away, but Wang Mo yelled and rushed towards Yang Jian again.

Seeing that the other three sages did not move, Yang Jian couldn't help but feel relieved. He just held back Wang Mo. For him who was already familiar with Wang Mo's magical powers, it couldn't be easier.

The four sages of Kowloon Island still need some face.