The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"My God! How many bowls has he eaten?"

"It's really edible, this guy, could it be some legendary monster that turned into a human form?"

"Bah! The monsters still eat noodles? Why don't they eat us?"

Outside a noodle shop, pedestrians stopped and vendors gathered, all pointing at the 'spectacle' inside the noodle shop.

This spectacle was nothing but a strong young man in a short shirt, eating bowls of noodles, and the piled bowls of noodles were stacked up to three feet high.

A bowl of noodles is worth two or three, and there are many meats and vegetables on the table in front of him. The boy took a few mouthfuls of the bowl, threw the bowl aside, and waved his hand: "A few more bowls! Add two more vegetables!"

"Okay!" Someone yelled a few times, and the whole restaurant became busy again.

Yang Jian threw two pieces of gold in the past, asking them to serve these meals, but this side is the most worthless staple food, and they are also willing to let this strange guest earn some attention for them.

The shopkeeper was a fat old man, and he was crackling his abacus. There were really diners who came into the shop because they wanted to watch Yang Jian eat.

An hour later, Yang Jian walked out of the store patting his chubby belly, walking like a dragon and a tiger, with the air of an old man, and the group of onlookers quickly dispersed.

"How much strength does it take to eat so much?"

"Huh? I really want to see him. It seems to be at the gate of the city... That's right! The young hunter who dragged two big wild boars over is him!"

"Oh, so young?"

Yang Jian didn't care much about the discussions around him, he just came here for a stroll, to experience the beautiful scenery of the world, to relax his mind, and better devote himself to the next practice.

After eating and drinking, he walked more than a hundred steps on the street, and his powerful stomach has already digested the pasta he ate.

Then, Yang Jian frowned, covered his stomach and began to search around...

Such a thing was ignored.

What did he eat at Yuquan Mountain? That is the fairy delicacy made by Tinglan Cuizhu with elixir and fairy vegetables, which contains spiritual power and has almost no impurities.

And the wild game he usually eats is actually some delicious meat, which can be refined into blood energy in his stomach to replenish himself.

Today I ate a taste that I miss quite a bit—similar to the fried noodles and sauced beef in the previous life. Yang Jian ate a big meal with his belly open for a while, but there was only a trace of the blood energy refined by the body, and a lot of impurities rushed towards the back door.

Yang Jian walked two steps quickly, saw an old man, and smiled awkwardly, "Old man, please ask, where is the toilet?"

"Water room? Oh, there really aren't any on the street here," the old man didn't delay Yang Jian, and said directly, "You can go to the inn and ask, they all have bigger latrines in the backyard."

"Hey, thank you old man."

"There are three urgent things, let's go."

Yang Jian raised his steps and walked away, running the eight or nine profound arts, temporarily suppressing the back door with his powerful 'hip' force, and strode forward with meteoric strides.

In desperation, he didn't find anything at the inn. Instead, he saw a high wall, which should be a courtyard.

Feeling carefully, there is no living creature behind the wall. Yang Jian glanced left and right, taking advantage of no one looking at him, took two steps forward, turned over briefly, and quickly crossed the wall...

Master Taiyi once said that he was a person with profound luck, and Master Yuding also praised his disciple for his extraordinary luck.

Yang Jian didn't believe it at first, but he believed it today.

Why?

I climbed over the wall and saw a toilet built next to the small attic. What could be more lucky than this?

Behind the high wall is a garden, and at the end of the deep path is an attic with many flowers and plants planted around it. Yang Jian ran to the side of the attic in two steps. Seeing that there seemed to be a figure in the attic, he lowered his body guiltily and stepped into the hut.

I never expected that the design of the huts here is quite 'chic', and the people who live here will enjoy and understand life.

There are still landscape paintings hanging here, and there are several pots of flowers and plants, which are fragrant and have no peculiar smell.

If it weren't for the toilet table made of those few cork boards, Yang Jian would have thought he had found the wrong place! The toilet table is nearly ten feet deep, and there is actually the sound of running water below, and the filth can be washed away immediately...

What is a big account? This is Dahu!

The taste can be seen in the details, and the background can be seen in the place where the toilet is used.

Locking the door and squatting in the pit, Yang Jian held back his strength and didn't dare to use his legs, his face turned red all of a sudden.

Gritting his teeth, Yang Jian let out a low voice: "Hey!" After all, he no longer suppressed his body, and completely let go of his mind!

just listen...

Rumble!

Several maidservants in the attic walked to the window sill to look, and while watching, they turned their heads and shouted: "Master, it seems that there is thunder outside."

"Thunder? Isn't it sunny?" A lazy voice floated out.

"Hey, maybe at the birthday banquet in the front yard, those immortal masters displayed some magical powers!"

The lazy voice snorted softly, full of disdain: "What kind of bullshit fairy master! They are all cheaters! You two are itchy again, aren't you?"

The relationship between the maidservants and the princess should be pretty good, they were all joking, not really angry.

"The princess has mercy, the princess has mercy."

"Hee hee, princess, don't you really want to take a look? It is said that the prince who is engaged to you is also here."

The princess scolded again: "What kind of nonsense marriage contract, don't tear up the torn paper after I heal my injury! Bring my bow and arrow! I'll go to the front yard for a walk!"

It seems that she should be a princess who doesn't like red makeup and military uniforms.

In the latrine, Yang Jian was listening there with black lines all over his face. Although he didn't intend to eavesdrop, but it just happened to happen...just a little fun while working hard.

Immortal teacher? Princess? Prince?

Ah, this should be the royal family in this mundane world or something.

The power and power in the world of mortals is just a cloud of the past. If it is the land of the prehistoric five continents, or the great world where the cultivation of immortals flourishes, most of the kingdoms that exist are immortal dynasties, and the children of the royal family all have very superior conditions for cultivating Taoism.

But here, the Taoism is missing, the aura is exhausted, and the road to immortality is broken.

Ordinary people live for seventy or eighty years, if they don't think about cultivating transcendence, they will be nothing but a lonely grave after thousands of years.

Yang Jian's heart to seek the Tao is very firm, and after feeling deeply, he felt that he could not relax, and felt that he had almost excreted, so he raised his hand and took a few pieces of paper, planning to go back to the mountains to practice early...

Well? Why did the running water stop?

Scratching his head, Yang Jian lifted his pants and was about to leave, but after he walked out of the toilet, he remembered Master's teachings...

Repay the cause and effect in a timely manner.

After using someone else's toilet, or destroying someone else's toilet, what should he do to repay this karma?

Standing there, Yang Jian fell into deep thought, facing the most difficult problem since he practiced Taoism.

Just as he was hesitating, laughter and footsteps came from the attic. Yang Jian turned around and jumped behind a rockery, where he ducked down and hid.

The two vermilion doors of the attic were opened, and several girls in red clothes came out laughing, and their voices matched the voices Yang Jian had heard before.

Different from those women in neon clothes, these maidservants were all wearing short shirts with chain mail on the outside, and boots instead of embroidered shoes.

The four girls stood at the door two by two, posing as if they were welcoming them.

There was a soft humming sound, and a petite figure who was half a head shorter than the maids jumped out, Yang Jian couldn't help but his eyes lit up.

This is a young girl who is full of spirit and beauty, wearing a general-style silver armor and battle skirt, but she does not have the slightest heroic appearance, on the contrary, she is a little out of character.

Her neck is slender, like white jade, seemingly flawless, her chest is slightly raised, but even the silver armor can't stop it.

Her figure may seem thin, but she has a curvaceous figure; a ponytail tied at the back of her head makes her more lively.

Those big eyes, those red lips, and that Qiong nose and willow eyebrows, she is really a little beauty who is satisfied with aura, and she will really have that alluring appearance in a few years.

Yang Jian really couldn't imagine that the words 'fart' just now would come from such a young girl.

What's even more rare is the spiritual energy in her body. The sky spirit cover seems to have a shiny luster, which is the result of her absorbing the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth...

This is definitely a piece of rough jade for cultivating immortality and Taoism. It's a pity that he was born in such a big world and can only be buried.

Yang Jian felt a little regretful in his heart, but then remembered that he was just a little monk who had practiced for a few years, and he had just reached the first level of Xuan Gong, so he had no right to feel sorry for others.

"Princess, if you go out now, wouldn't the twelve princes fall directly at your feet?" A maid in military uniform made a bold joke, "So what if you don't leave?"

"Hmph! How dare he!"

The little princess is still young and has a thin skin. She blushed and muttered: "I don't look down on those sick princes! Today I also want to let him see my majesty! It's best to call off the engagement yourself!"

Yang Jian smiled when he heard the words, this girl is quite interesting.

But Yang Jian's smile froze immediately, because the little princess said in a low voice: "Wait for me first, I'll deal with the injury."

After finishing speaking, he went straight to the toilet, this 'injury' seemed to mean something else.

"Hey!" Yang Jian just wanted to stop him, but he covered his mouth in an instant. He could only look at the toilet anxiously, but he couldn't do anything about it.

Just as he was hesitating, the delicate and delicate girl had already pushed open the toilet door, and a puff of dark green smoke filled the air. The girl retched, stepped back three steps, and retreated in embarrassment...

"Princess!"

The princess could hardly stand still, was supported by the maids, and quickly stepped back.

Gritting his silver teeth lightly, the princess scolded in a low voice: "Who of you made the toilet room so stinky! How much fart is this! Ouch, this princess is dying! Quick! Help me find a place to sit down!"

Yang Jian could only blushed and scratched the back of his head. This, he really ate too much before, the humidity was heavy, and he hasn't felt so comfortable recently...

What kind of cause and effect is this?

Yang Jian was also troubled for a while.