The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

After setting foot in Hou's Mansion for the second time, Yang Jian still couldn't get used to it.

This "poor and extravagant" of wealth and honor in the world is indeed an unspeakable temptation to the hardship of cultivation.

The Hou Ye greeted Yang Jian to take his seat, called several respected old people in the house, called more than a dozen ministers and staff, sat down around a table, and kept saying grateful words to Yang Jian, and even arranged Yang Jian in the chief seat.

Push the cups and change the cups, and the toasts are gorgeous.

Yang Jian was not cautious, and replaced wine with tea, but said, "It is inconvenient for monks outside Fangwai to drink alcohol." The Hou Ye's words were full of emotion, and he kept giving Yang Jian thumbs up.

Hou Ye laughed heartily, "This is the real fairy style!"

Yang Jian didn't get carried away, he always remembered what he was here for, and he didn't put himself in a high position, after all, he wanted something from others.

"What should I call the little fairy?" The Hou Ye asked warmly, "Can you tell me where the fairy gate is?"

Yang Jian smiled lightly, without hiding anything, and said it directly, anyway, he expected that they would not know.

In this big world, the cultivation environment has been exhausted, and the Daoist system has long been unable to maintain, and there are not many fairy tales that mortals can know.

"My name is Yang Jian, and I am fortunate to have the Master Yuding of Yuquan Mountain as my teacher. Now I am just a monk who has just started, and I have not yet become a fairy, so I cannot be called a fairy."

The middle-aged and elderly people in brocade clothes during the banquet suddenly looked confused.

Real person Yuding? Presumably it must be the hidden and transcendent figure, it is normal for them not to have heard of it, well, don't make a fuss, lest they will be ashamed.

They were all at the banquet that day, and they all saw Yang Jian kill the vicious fox and save Shang Dehou with his own strength.

There are not many monks with such ability in the imperial city.

It's just that these people didn't expect that this young man was so humble, his words were calm and calm, and he claimed to be ordinary, but he exuded an unconventional temperament in his bones.

There were two gray-haired old men secretly staring at Yang Jian for careful observation. Naturally, they don't know how to look at Qi, but when they are old, they always have the ability to look at people.

However, this young man seemed to have weathered many years, his skin was a bit dark, but he had sharp brows and sharp nose, sharp edges and corners.

The two old men kept admiring in their hearts, and they gave Hou Ye a wink, and secretly gave a thumbs up under the table, which made Hou Ye smile a little more.

Yang Jian naturally felt that these people were sizing him up, and it was not with malicious intentions, so he didn't care much.

"I don't know how I should address Master Hou?"

Shang Dehou said blindly: "My name is Zhende, Wen Zhende, little fairy... If Brother Yang doesn't mind, just call me by my name. My life was saved by Brother Yang, so don't call me Lord Hou."

"Master Hou..." Yang Jian smiled coyly, it would be too embarrassing to call 'Master Hou' again, but he can't just call people by their names.

After all, this is a prince of the same place, and in front of so many of Shang Dehou's subordinates, he was originally seeking martial arts, so he couldn't be too rude.

After thinking about it for a while, Yang Jian smiled and said, "Uncle, this time I am not returning to repay you, but to ask for some questions."

uncle?

Shang Dehou was stunned for a moment, then clapped his palms and laughed, his eyes were even more reminiscent.

"Hahahaha! This uncle is really ingenious! Seeing that you are young, brother Yang, I have already known my destiny! Be this uncle, be this uncle!"

Yang Jian remained calm, but he also breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little embarrassed.

Originally, he thought that after coming here, these mortals would definitely surround him, begging for elixir and medicine, and he also thought up some excuses.

Unexpectedly, this Marquis was so forthright, he didn't mention anything about monks at all, he just regarded himself as a lifesaver.

Thinking of this, Yang Jian has a little more affection for Shang Dehou.

"Brother Yang has any problems, but it's okay to say! Don't be polite to me!"

Yang Jian looked at the figures around the table, and smiled at Shang Dehou.

Shang Dehou waved his hand, "Everyone, please stay away for now. Brother Yang and I have something to talk about, and we will have a drink together at night."

These staff members stood up and resigned, and all of them cast kind eyes on Yang Jian when they left, obviously they had a good feeling for Yang Jian.

Simple and mellow, but not stupid; extraordinary, but not superior.

In their hearts, Yang Jian must have a pure heart, compared with him, he feels ashamed.

After these people left, the dozen or so maidservants in the hall also retreated ten feet away, secretly looking at Yang Jian, but they couldn't get enough of them.

Shang Dehou should have seen the embarrassment in Yang Jian's wry smile before, and drove these people away.

Yang Jian clasped his fists at Shang Dehou, and said, "Thank you, I'm a bit mean-spirited, Lord Hou, don't worry too much."

"It's just a trivial matter. Brother Yang, what do you want, but it's okay to say it." The Hou Ye waved his hand with great arrogance.

I want you to teach us some boxing kung fu...

Although Yang Jian had already turned these words several times in his mind, he really couldn't say it.

It's not that he is proud of his status as a monk, and it's difficult for him to speak respectfully to a mortal; it's just that he's just embarrassed, and doesn't want to see that kind of...unbelievable gaze from this human prince.

"Uncle, although I don't want to meddle in the affairs of the world, I still want to remind Lord Hou that I'm selling Uncle a favor."

Shang Dehou was stunned for a moment, he listened carefully, and made a gesture of invitation: "Brother Yang, it's okay to say, anyway, you saved my old life, and the kindness owed to you has long been repaid."

"I remember that day when I was sitting with Lord Hou, there was a man in brocade clothes, who seemed to be some kind of prince." Yang Jian said calmly, "If I feel right, he has a bit of viciousness about him, and he seems to have the same origin as those fierce foxes."

That Shang Dehou was stunned for a moment, and looked up at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian smiled indifferently, and didn't say much about everything, as long as he clicked.

When he delivered the food, he actually noticed that the so-called prince seemed a little abnormal.

Walking past the prince at that time, he felt that the prince was faintly weak and weak, and was entwined with a faint evil spirit.

Moreover, the fierce fox was slaughtered, and no one was left alive under the minions, except that the prince was just thrown out and suffered a slight injury to his shoulder.

Yang Jian didn't take it seriously at the time, and only realized it after returning to the mountains. He had nothing to do to think about it, and he probably understood who was the mastermind of the sneak attack that day.

But what does the struggle for imperial power in the secular world have to do with him as a disciple? So I didn't care too much about it, and now I just took it out to sell my favor.

This Lord Hou couldn't sit still anymore, he immediately stood up and kept pacing, his eyes were full of doubts at first, then gradually filled with light, and finally they were like two sword lights!

In this way, all his doubts were explained clearly!

"Thank you, Brother Yang!" Shang Dehou said in a steady voice, and slowly took his seat again, his whole person's momentum became much fiercer.

Like a sword out of its sheath.

Shang Dehou took a few deep breaths before he regained his original peace, then smiled miserably, sighing with emotion.

"I have worked for the Imperial Family for dozens of years, but in the end, I have to be calculated by the Imperial Family. It is a pity, it is hateful."

Yang Jian took a chicken leg and ate it, and couldn't help asking: "I heard that the uncle is going to marry his daughter to the prince, why does the prince want to plot against you, uncle?"

"What he's doing is nothing more than military power," Shang Dehou laughed miserably, "I didn't intend to fall into the vortex of several princes fighting for the throne. Before that, the imperial city also deliberately rejected the marriage between the little girl and the prince, and I'm afraid it's because of it that they will hate me."

Yang Jian nodded seriously, took a bite of the unknown braised pork that he had eaten before, and his mouth was full of oil, "No matter what, the prince dances with evil spirits all day long, and he will definitely suffer backlash."

"Okay!" Shang Dehou patted his chair down, "I'm going to repair a book right now, breaking off this marriage with the imperial family! I, Wen Zhende, have been guarding the frontier for more than 20 years, so they wouldn't dare to do anything to me!"

Yang Jian saw that the uncle would leave as soon as he said so, so he hurriedly stopped him: "Master Hou, don't worry, I still have something to ask you!"

"Oh?" Shang Dehou looked at Yang Jian, and suddenly, this Lord Hou seemed to understand something.

This young hero came to the door specially today to remind himself that the prince has a problem, and he was so embarrassed that he couldn't say anything...

Earlier, I heard from the steward of the mansion that my precious daughter seemed to know the fairy who saved me before, and my precious daughter even held a piece of paper in her daze every day...

I see!

Shang Dehou raised his head and laughed loudly like a bell, bursting with ecstasy.

Yang Jian looked depressed, did this uncle already understand his difficulties? No way? Who is the cultivator? Why do you feel that this uncle has the ability of 'He Xintong'?

Amidst Shang Dehou's laughter, he had already stood by Yang Jian's side, turned his head and shouted: "Go, tell the princess to take a bath and change clothes, so I can dress up and come here to meet guests."

"Bring me a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and I will personally write the letter of resigning from the engagement!"

"Also, go and inform my two sons to get them back from the barracks as soon as possible. I have something important to announce!"

Yang Jian opened his mouth, and there was a moment of drama.

What kind of fight is this going on?