Liu Yanchang was stunned.
At this moment, a chill rose from the soles of his feet.
He turned to look at the person behind him.
But he saw the man with fluttering clothes already standing in front of the main hall.
Liu Yanchang had an extremely bad premonition in his heart.
The man's movements were as fast as a ghost, and what he just said was mindless, and he looked more like he was looking for trouble.
Liu Yanchang picked up the broom and chased after him.
"No matter who you are, sir, I'm warning you, this is the Huashan Notre Dame Palace, and the incense of the Three Holy Mothers is enshrined here. Sir, please leave quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."
Liu Yanchang came behind Yang Jian and said eagerly with a broom in his hand.
But intimidated by Yang Jian's momentum, although these words were righteous, they had no confidence.
"You're welcome?"
Yang Jian had a smile on his face: "Then let's see why you are so rude."
Yang Jian turned around.
He put one hand behind his back and hooked Liu Yanchang with his right hand: "Come here."
His voice was low and his face was expressionless.
"Sir, please leave, otherwise I will be really rude."
"Gulu." Liu Yanchang swallowed. At this moment, he smelled the smell of blood from the person in front of him.
It's not really the smell of blood, but a feeling, a feeling that comes from the depths of the soul.
"Do not talk nonsense."
Yang Jian's voice was still low: "Don't you have the guts?"
Men don’t like being told that they are worthless.
A wave of heat rose from the bottom of Liu Yanchang's heart, and he didn't say much at the moment, just raised the broom and rushed forward.
"Snapped!"
There was a crisp sound.
The broom was firmly grasped by Yang Jian with one hand.
No matter how hard Liu Yanchang tried, he couldn't shake him at all.
"With this little strength, it would take a lot of effort to kill a chicken."
Yang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly: "How do you protect your wife and children?"
"You...you let go..."
Liu Yanchang was still trying hard to pull the broom out of Yang Jian's hand.
"OK."
Yang Jian smiled slightly.
After letting go of his hand, Liu Yanchang immediately stepped backwards due to too much strength, and finally sat down on the ground.
"ah!"
With a muffled groan, Liu Yanchang covered his buttocks to endure the pain.
Liu Yanchang got up from the ground, looking slightly embarrassed: "May I ask who you are, sir, and why you are here today? If you are here to cause trouble in the Notre Dame Palace, Liu Yanchang will not let you run wild in the Notre Dame Palace today even if you risk your life!"
"Ah……"
Yang Jian smiled: "Fighting your life? How much is your life worth?"
"you!"
Liu Yanchang was speechless.
But at this moment, a clear female voice suddenly sounded, with a bit of excitement and a bit of uneasiness.
"Second brother!"
In the Notre Dame Palace, Yang Chan held her child and looked at her brother who had his back turned to her.
Yang Jian was in seclusion for sixty days. In addition to the period before, he had been busy preparing for the establishment of the two divisions and his own cultivation, and he was in heaven for a full hundred days.
But in the human world, a hundred years have passed.
The brother and sister have not seen each other for a hundred years.
"Second...brother?" Liu Yanchang was stunned.
Yang Jian's body trembled slightly, and he turned around and looked back.
Since the tragedy of the Yang family, in the past few thousand years, there have been only two brothers and sisters.
The younger sister who was once beside her now looks like a woman, holding a sleeping child in her arms.
"Second brother, it's really you."
Yang Chan had tears in her eyes: "It's been more than a hundred years. I know that my second brother, as the great god of justice, can't help himself, but you don't come to see me."
"I……"
Yang Jian wanted to say something, but didn't know where to start.
"Yan Chang, this is the second brother, the second brother who loves me the most."
Yang Chan quickly shouted to Liu Yanchang.
Liu Yanchang is still a little unclear about the situation.
The person in front of me is the Erlang Zhenjun that my wife often talks about?
A great judicial god who is powerful in the three realms. In the past hundred years, he has been killing demons and demons and benefiting the three realms?
Liu Yanchang had imagined countless times in his mind what his unattainable uncle would look like, but today's meeting seemed to be very different from the bright and majestic appearance he originally imagined.
Why is this man so gloomy?
"Brother-in-law Liu Yanchang, pay homage to my brother."
Although I had doubts in my mind, I still followed the etiquette.
"Um."
Yang Jian glanced at Liu Yanchang.
"Second brother, what's wrong with you?"
Yang Chan felt something was wrong.
"This child..."
Yang Jian looked at the child in Yang Chan's arms.
"Ah, second brother, this is your nephew, his name is Chenxiang."
Yang Chan walked up to him with a smile on his face: "Second brother, do you want to give him a hug?"
Yang Jian hesitated, but finally stretched out his hand.
Yang Chan carefully handed Chenxiang to Yang Jian, but she still woke up Chenxiang.
The child in front of him was like a milk dumpling. Holding the child in his arms, Yang Jian felt the closeness of blood relatives deep in his heart.
Yang Jian smiled.
This was his first sincere smile since he came here.
But Chen Xiang, who was only two years old, also laughed. He seemed to like the person in front of him very much, and even reached out to scratch Yang Jian's face.
"What a good boy."
Yang Jian had a low voice and a smile on his face, teasing Chen Xiang who was neither crying nor making trouble.
"Second brother, Yanchang and I..."
Yang Chan came and said softly to Yang Jian: "Please second brother, please help us. As long as Yanchang has passed these few decades..."
"If you know it's against heaven's rules, why do you do it?"
Yang Jian asked while teasing Chen Xiang.
"I……"
Yang Chan couldn't explain for a while.
"Brother, the Three Holy Mothers and I are in love and we want to be together. Even gods have emotions and desires. Heaven does not allow immortals to be with mortals. It is not right. There is nothing wrong with us as husband and wife. Brother wants to If you want to punish me, just punish me and don’t embarrass the Third Holy Mother.”
Liu Yanchang stepped forward, came to Yang Chan's side and said to Yang Jian.
He was full of energy and really didn't look like he had made a mistake.
Yang Jian glanced at the couple in front of him.
Then he looked at Chen Xiang who kept smiling at him.
"Agarwood, please call uncle."
Yang Chan suddenly spoke to Chenxiang, and then smiled at Yang Jian: "Second brother, you don't know, the first thing Chenxiang said was not father or mother, but uncle."
"That's it..."
Yang Jian's voice was still low.
"uncle."
Chen Xiang's words had a milky voice, which was sweet to the ear.
"good……"
Yang Jian said with a smile: "Go to sleep."
As Yang Jian finished speaking, Chen Xiang slowly fell asleep in Yang Jian's arms.
"Second brother, what are you doing?"
Yang Chan suddenly had an extremely bad premonition in her heart.
"The child is innocent. You don't have to worry. I am here to ensure that he is safe and happy for the rest of his life."
Yang Jian's voice was cold, and he looked at Yang Chan and Liu Yanchang: "The Three Holy Mothers, Yang Chan, had an affair with a mortal and gave birth to a son. According to the law, the title of the Three Holy Mothers was deprived of, his magic power was banned, and he was imprisoned in Huashan for three hundred years. Liu Yanchang, a mortal, despised God and disrespected the immortals and gods. According to the law, Execute him and enter the Hell of Sword Mountain."
"Second brother!"
Yang Chan was shocked: "Second brother..."
