The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Whoever pollutes will be treated. This can be regarded as a way to repay the cause and effect.

Master's education cannot owe karma, and he once said that maybe it is just a word of advice, and a huge debt from the past needs to be repaid in the future.

Although I can't say that I have to pay for it with my life in the future, but Yang Jian will always feel a little embarrassed in his heart...

It's better to deal with it, as the future Erlang Xianshengzhenjun, we can't do this kind of thing of pulling up our pants and leaving!

Find water to flush the toilet!

When the little princess, who was full of aura in his bones, hurried away with the maids, Yang Jian held his nose and went into the toilet room again, and then looked around to see if there was a well or the like.

After looking for it, he walked out of this secluded courtyard.

As soon as he stepped out, he saw three or five young men in short shirts and common clothes, who were somewhat similar to Yang Jian, coming together, complaining about how they got this job, and they were going to unclog the toilet over there.

Yang Jian frowned, wouldn't he even be able to do remedial measures?

Forget it, forget it, it’s not a big deal, let’s forgive myself for now.

When the figures of the boys were covered by the rockery, Yang Jian looked at the high wall where he came, and then at the stone road outside the gate of the courtyard. He seemed to hear the voices of people, and the sound of bells and drums in the distance, and a smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

It's hard to come to the world of mortals for a walk, take a stroll in the past, and see how extravagant the princes of the world are!

The young servants just now were dressed similarly to him, as long as he behaved more naturally, perhaps no one would really notice.

What if someone found him?

At worst, he would get away with smearing oil on the soles of his feet. In this big city of mortals with no monks, he didn't have to be afraid.

Swaggeringly walked along a low wall towards the front, and within two steps, Yang Jian smelled the fragrance of vegetables. After looking for incense, he saw a courtyard where chickens were flying around and many servants were busy. This should be a back kitchen.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Yang Jian smiled calmly and was about to leave when he suddenly heard a shout:

Hey! That one over there! Yes! It's just you! What are you doing in a daze!

Wearing a satin robe, four burly men shouted.

With a big head and a thick neck, he was almost a gangster, not to mention that this man was carrying a large plate of steaming braised pork.

Yang Jian didn't hesitate, and immediately ran over nodding and bowing, and looked at the chef with a big smile on his face.

The chef yelled viciously: Take it, slow down! This is the twelfth dish on the main table! If you spill a little soup, be careful that your head will fall!

Yang Jian quickly and carefully brought it over, turned around and left the yard with small steps.

The chef muttered, Eh? New here? Why do you feel that the clothes are so worn out? Hmph, those in charge are getting more and more over the top.

Hold the spoon!

Come on! The chef yelled, without thinking too much, and continued to work.

Outside the small courtyard, Yang Jian looked at the plate full of braised unknown meat, with fluid flowing in his mouth, glanced at no one around, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, the meat melted in his mouth...

Um……

As if there was a magnificent background sound sounding from all around, Yang Jian was so moved that his eyes were full of tears.

This is a delicacy that has never been tasted in the previous life. It is so... It makes people want to eat it.

Yang Jian sighed with emotion, looked around, reached out and took a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, saw the golden soup again, lifted the plate and took a sip, still walking slowly...

In this way, when Yang Jian bowed his head and walked through a long corridor and followed other food delivery boys into a majestic palace, the future Zhenjun Erlang felt a little guilty for no reason.

I shouldn't be able to see it...

Probably can't see it...

After all, there were still two pieces of meat in the middle of the plate, and there was a lot of voices here, and the food delivery boy was not just walking from the kitchen. Who knew what the original dish was? how many?

Inside the palace, there are carved beams and painted buildings, resplendent and resplendent. Twelve stone pillars at the front and rear support the roof of the palace. The floor is covered with soft carpets, which are exquisitely crafted and valuable.

The hall is quite spacious, and it doesn't look crowded when there are more than 100 round tables. The surroundings of these round tables are already full of guests, but no one dares to move their chopsticks at this time, and they are all looking at the main table.

At the head of the main table, sat a pair of burly men with white temples. The handsome girl Yang Jian had seen before was standing on the right side of this man, whispering softly, as if she was acting coquettishly.

Yang Jian looked sideways, and glanced at the few people sitting on the left side of the burly prince...

monk?

They were indeed monks, because Yang Jian noticed the fluctuations in the aura of these people. Although they were weak, they could indeed move the aura of heaven and earth.

They were wearing blue Taoist robes, but there was a layer of satin gowns on the outside of the Taoist robes. Two of them carried long swords on their backs. The swords seemed to be magic weapons, and they were like simple decorations.

However, Yang Jian felt that the few people were still very weak.

It's not that his vision is too high, and it's not that he has stayed with such a great supernatural being like Master Yuding for a long time, and he doesn't look down on the monks in this great world...

Yang Jian practiced the first level of eighty-nine Xuangong to perfection. Although he has never practiced seventy-two transformations or other supernatural powers, the Xuanfa itself has a miraculous quality.

The strength of these people, Yang Jian can tell at a glance, they are not as good as...Xiao Chan'er...

I don't know how to divide the specific realm of cultivation under the immortals in this vast world, but Yang Jian estimated that this should be a relatively low-level monk, and his body is full of aura of wealth and nostalgia. He is nostalgic for the world of mortals.

Opposite to the prince, sat a handsome young man wearing brocade clothes, but with a touch of morbidity. At this time, he was watching the little Princess Lingxiu affectionately.

The little princess would also sneak a few glances at the young man, with a little blush on the side of his face.

Only by approaching the main table can you hear the conversation over there. The little princess is holding the big hand of the burly princess and acting like a baby.

Father! I don't want to sit next to him! I can't just sit here!

Yang Jian lowered his head and put the plate in his hand on the empty seat of the round table, which happened to be in front of a monk. The monk looked down, his eyes couldn't help staring, and he looked up at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian smiled awkwardly, bowed his head and was about to back away.

The monk didn't say anything, and continued to sit there with a frosty face, acting arrogantly.

Huh... It's over.

Yang Jian turned around and left, lowering his head and walking towards the side door of the main hall. At this moment, he heard an angry voice coming from behind.

Everyone! It's my birthday, and I have to bother you all to come. I really feel ashamed! Today I will drink to my heart's content, and the food and wine are not respectful! Come, present the arranged songs and dances, and let me and all the distinguished guests enjoy it together!

Boom! Boom!

There was the sound of drums at the side door of the main hall, and several women in colorful satin and cloud clothes came slowly from the side door.

Yang Jian, who was walking towards the side door, quickly hid aside to make way for these familiar singers...

sniff, sniff.

Yang Jian's nose twitched, and he frowned slightly when he smelled the strong smell of makeup.

Those glamorous singing and dancing girls never looked at him. They went to the open space near the main table and joined the other singing and dancing girls who entered from the other side. They all shook their long sleeves and twisted their soft waists...

Yang Jian shook his head and chuckled, and didn't pay much attention to those graceful figures, he was about to walk towards the side door.

wrong!

Yang Jian's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he stopped in the middle of the side door, and a small lightning flashed in his mind.

Those women, whom he had seen before, were sitting on a bullock cart, and they even teased him with words!

No, it doesn't seem to be them!

The powder that he smelled just now is not that smell...and there is still some kind of aura hidden in the powder that makes him a little uneasy.

Trance, inhuman.

Although Yang Jian has not cultivated the third eye of the sky, this is the first time he has encountered such a situation, but a strange and familiar word appeared in his heart...

evil!

A gust of cold wind suddenly blows from behind, still some distance away from him.

Yang Jian turned around suddenly, his eyes seemed to be blooming with lightning! Under his gaze, a group of dancers who were originally singing and dancing gracefully changed their appearance at this moment!

With strong teeth and fangs, and a long tail swaying, like a group of monsters hiding under human skin, their eyes were fixed on the main table.

Suddenly, the two dancers moved, blood flashed, and the two dancers exploded abruptly, blood and flesh scattered!

Amidst the bloody light, two beast shadows like wolves and foxes rushed out and smashed directly at the main table!