The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The treasures collected by Chu Qian are really quite a lot. It is difficult for an ordinary golden fairy monster to have such a family background, and the dead bone monster really has a few treasures.

First of all, the big blood-colored banner, when waved, can roll up the sea of ​​blood and black clouds. At this time, if you just take a closer look, you can hear the sound of ghosts crying and howling...

"What a poisonous magic weapon," Lu Chunyang said with a frown.

Yang Jian got up to meet him, took the flag directly, took off the flag, grabbed the black gun, and shook it vigorously.

The weight is fine.

But Yang Jian injected a ray of Xuangang into it, and the black gun shook, and with a bang, some cracks exploded.

"A piece of scrap iron," Yang Jian shattered the black gun. Obviously the main treasure is the flag, and the gun shaft is just for 'decoration'.

Lu Chunyang laughed and said, "Such a vicious magic weapon should be destroyed as soon as possible."

"Senior, please take action."

"Okay," Lu Chunyang sat there motionless, a ball of colorful flames bloomed from the palm of his hand, and threw it on the flag. The flame was really miraculous, and it ignited the flag in a blink of an eye, burning it up completely.

Yang Jian didn't ask about supernatural powers, nor did he have any envy. He glanced at the treasures behind Chu Qian, and there was nothing that interested him, so he sighed.

"Give all these treasures to Senior Lu Chunyang."

"Yes," Chu Qian responded by leaning back, waving her bare hands lightly, and those treasures floated in front of Lu Chunyang.

Lu Chunyang straightened his face immediately and said, "You look down on me?"

Yang Jian was dumbfounded, "Chu Qian, put away these treasures. If you don't need them in the future, if you save more, you can also exchange for some magic weapons for your own use."

Chu Qian nodded in agreement, smiled a little, put away these treasures, and then naturally knelt and sat on the futon on the side of the low table, sitting quietly.

Only then did Lu Chunyang's expression soften, and he looked at Chu Qian and said, "I saved you before, and you don't need anything in return, just play a zither."

Chu Qian looked at Yang Jian and said softly, "I need to ask... my son."

Son? Yang Jian was eating vegetables and almost bit his tongue.

Yang Xiaochan also chuckled, and then felt a little strange in her heart, feeling that Chu Qian's attitude towards her brother had changed a little bit.

Yang Jian is not uncommon for such a polite and sour title.

"Then who, that young master!" Lu Chunyang patted the table, also likes to watch jokes, raised his brows, "Just listening to a piano, you shouldn't be so stingy, right?"

"Play it!" Yang Jian glared at Chu Qian, who was so weak and pitiful that Yang Jian couldn't get angry.

The sound of the piano is played, and the wine is replaced with a new one.

Yang Jian and Lu Chunyang continued to change cups, this time the immortal wine was not intoxicating, but had pure immortal power, which helped Yang Jian recover quickly.

Back and forth, Lu Chunyang and Yang Jian chatted gradually.

Lu Chunyang originally wanted to discuss friendship with Yang Jian as equals, so he found an opportunity to make Yang Jian stop calling him senior and call him "Brother Lu".

The majestic prince of the East was reincarnated, and before reincarnated, he was born of the congenitally powerful Virgin Mary, and his heels and blessings are all profound generations.

When the Heavenly Court was first established, he entered the Heavenly Court to be in charge of the male immortal registration, which was also a high position. Now that he was reincarnated as a human being and rebuilt Da Luo, he was called "Big Brother" by Yang Jian, which was not considered a wrong to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian honestly called out "Brother Lu", Lu Chunyang was all smiles, and he could see that he was really happy.

He really liked Yang Jian, and he also mentioned a few words to Yang Jian.

Although the monster clan showed weakness, their own strength was not weak. If Yang Jian killed the big monster with such unscrupulousness, the ancestors of those monster clan might plot against him behind his back.

Yang Jian pondered for a while, and asked: "Brother Lu, the monster race is still doing harm to the human race at this time, and there are not many people in our race who can match the power of their ancestors?"

"Of course there are, but most of them have scruples," Lu Chunyang said with a wry smile. "I'm not going to put it bluntly. If you talk about the power to protect the human race in the gate, half of them are not human races, and they are just for the luck of the human race."

Yang Jian was noncommittal about this, because to be honest, Master Yuding is not human...

Lu Chunyang drank a glass of wine, and then said: "Da Luo, who came here by virtue of our own luck, how many casual cultivators like me are there? Which old guy doesn't have tens of thousands of disciples and descendants everywhere? They have a lot of scruples in their actions. They are afraid that they will be bitten by snakes if they don't die."

"I see," Yang Jian glanced at Chu Qian, who also nodded slightly.

Lu Chunyang sighed: "Unfortunately, the law of heaven is running, leaving the position of the emperor of the human race in the secular world. The dragons in Central China have no leaders, and they can't eradicate the stubborn disease of the monster race. Over time, it has become what it is today."

Yang Jian frowned and said, "If things go on like this, wouldn't the Yaozu have a chance to rejuvenate?"

As soon as the words fell, a bright light flashed across Yang Jian's heart, and he felt something in his heart.

Journey to the West!

Perhaps Journey to the West is a catastrophe for the Yaozu, but Journey to the West has no great power to show up, it is not an immeasurable catastrophe, and it will be a plan in the future.

Now that the conferring of the gods hasn't started yet, I don't want to think about Journey to the West, it's still very early.

All in all, someone like Yang Jian, whose strength is neither too high nor too low, is just enough to fight the Golden Immortal, and who comes from a demon clan and cannot be provoked, let alone retaliated, is really a killer who can weaken the spirit of the demon clan.

Rarely encountered in ten thousand years.

It's just that Lu Chunyang was always worried that the power of the demon clan would plot against Yang Jian, and told Yang Jian to investigate carefully every time he wanted to get rid of the demon.

Yang Jian nodded in agreement, feeling that Lu Chunyang was honest, upright, and thoughtful of himself.

Yang Jian wanted to know why Lu Chunyang reincarnated and recultivated, but he was afraid that if he asked, it would touch Lu Chunyang's thoughts instead, so he pondered a few times and asked about the sword Lu Chunyang was carrying.

Lu Chunyang took off the sword and showed it to Yang Jian. It was really a magic weapon, unparalleled in sharpness.

This sword has an extraordinary history, which makes Yang Jian a little envious.

Lu Chunyang put away the sword and asked Yang Jian why he suddenly appeared and had trouble with the Yaozu, but he had an old grudge with the Yaozu.

But Yang Jian said that he just wanted to be famous in the world, and by the way, eliminate evil spirits for the human race.

Hearing this answer for the first time, Lu Chunyang was also taken aback.

To be able to say the slightly 'vulgar' reason of becoming famous in such a light and casual way, Yang Jian is quite frank and unusual enough.

Yang Xiaochan couldn't help but added: "My brother doesn't want to be praised by the people in the world, we just want to save our mother!"

"Xiaochan!" Yang Jian frowned and blamed, Yang Xiaochan pouted and lowered her head, realizing that she had made a slip of the tongue.

Lu Chunyang put down his wine glass, frowned and said: "What's going on? Your master Yuding, your master ancestor is the immortal saint, and someone dares to harm your relatives? Who is so bold?"

Yang Jian pointed to the sky, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth.

The sound of the piano also stopped at this moment, and Chu Qian also looked at Yang Jian with some concern.

Lu Chunyang counted a few times with his fingers, and seemed to understand something, with a serious expression on his face, he got up and paced back and forth by the low table.

"Do you want to use the opportunity to make that person bow his head?"

"Well," Yang Jian knew who Lu Chunyang was talking about.

"This matter is too dangerous," Lu Chunyang was full of caution, and sat down again, looking at Yang Jian, "I have served him for hundreds of thousands of years, isn't it the same now...how dare you plot against him?"

Yang Jian sighed, raised his glass and said loudly: "I'm not going to mention this anymore, I've made up my mind, I'll continue on the road after drinking this drink, kill demons and demons, and let Honghuang pass on my name!"

"Okay!" Lu Chunyang was infected by Yang Jian's pride, "If you need my help, it's okay to say so! At worst, it's another reincarnation! I, Lu Chunyang, have rebuilt thousands of times, and I'm still Lu Chunyang!"

"In the final analysis, this matter is my family's business, and it would not be good for Brother Lu to take action." Yang Jian's eyes were full of sincerity.

Lu Chunyang thought for a while, then nodded, "I understand a little bit when you say it, yes, this is your family matter after all. Tsk, family matter...your mother, is Princess Bailian Yaoji?"

Yang Jian nodded and admitted that the East Prince was overjoyed at the reincarnation, looked at Yang Jian and Yang Xiaochan again, clapped his hands and smiled.

"It turns out that you are a pair of children of Yao Ji, haha! The world is really so strange, your mother called me "brother" back then, and when I come back to life again, you also... Hahaha! Come, come, drink and drink! I have no long hair, I really..."

"Brother Lu, don't want to meet outsiders! Xiao Chan, you also have a toast to Brother Lu. This is our mother's old friend, and should be our elder."

Yang Xiaochan picked up the wine glass, Lu Chunyang sat up quickly, drank a glass of wine a little embarrassedly, looked at Yang Jian, and simply took out a book in his arms.

"My treasure is only a sword, but I can't give it away. But this fragment of scroll is also a little bit of my heart, to help you save your mother and return home as soon as possible!"

Yang Jian took it respectfully, but he didn't even look at it, he just put it away, clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, Big Brother Lu!"

"Hey, brother Yang... How many people dare to have such pride in fighting against the Heavenly Court?" Lu Chunyang patted Yang Jian on the shoulder.

Yang Jian smiled and said, "Let's not mention this, let's talk about something happy."

"Forget it! If you have wine today, you can enjoy yourself today. If you continue to drink, why did the piano stop?"

Chu Qian was lost in thought at the side, and immediately lowered her head to play the qin when she heard the words, the sound of the qin did not dare to have a sad meaning, it was mostly cheerful.

The two brothers exchanged cups and cups again, talking about heaven and earth, debating the past and the present, Yang Jian broadened his knowledge, and Lu Chunyang also expressed his depression.

Half a day later, Lu Chunyang left with his sword on his back, with a relaxed expression.

Yang Jian practiced on the spot, waiting for his strength to recover before rushing on.

How sophisticated is Lu Chunyang's eyes? When Yang Jian was playing with his long sword, he had seen that Yang Jian wanted a magic weapon, so he left a message and an invitation.

The invitation card is a token, on the front, a majestic four-clawed green dragon is drawn...