Chapter 19: Uncle Zhende

　　 After setting foot in the Hou Mansion for the second time, Yang Jian still couldn't adapt.
　　 This ‘poor, ferocious, extravagant’ of the rich and noble in the world is indeed an unspeakable temptation to the pains of practice.
Na Hou greeted Yang Jian to take the seat, and then called several respected elderly people in the mansion. He called more than a dozen generals and staff members to sit down around a table. They all kept saying grateful words to Yang Jian, and he insisted on arranging Yang Jian. In the main seat.
　　 Pushing the cup and changing the cup, looking for a gorgeous look.
　　 Yang Jian is not cautious, using tea instead of wine, just saying, "It is inconvenient for monks to drink outside." This Hou Ye was full of emotion in his words and kept giving Yang Jian thumbs up.
　　 Hou Ye laughed heartily, "This is the real fairy style!"
　　 Yang Jian did not float away, he always remembered what he was here for, and did not put himself high, after all, he wanted to ask others.
　　 "How should the little fairy be called?" This Lord Hou asked warmly, "Can you tell me where the fairy gate is?"
　　 Yang Jian smiled indifferently, without concealing it, and said it directly. They would not know anyway.
　　 The cultivation environment in this big world is exhausted, the Taoist traditions are almost impossible to maintain, and there are not many fairy family stories that mortals can know.
　　 "My name is Yang Jian, and I have the honor to worship the real man of Yuquan Mountain Yuding as a teacher. Now I am just a beginner monk, and I have not yet become an immortal, so I cannot be called an immortal."
　　 These middle-aged and elderly people in brocade clothes suddenly looked dazed.
　　 Yuding real person? It is expected to be the hidden transcendent figure, and they are normal if they haven't heard of it. Don't make a fuss, so as not to be embarrassed.
　　 They were all at the banquet that day, and they all saw Yang Jian kill the fierce fox and rescue Shang Dehou with their own power.
　　 There are such capable monks, even in that imperial city, I am afraid that they have not provided a few.
　　 It’s just that these people didn’t expect that this young man would be so humble, his speech was calm and calm, he claimed to be ordinary, but he exuded an unconventional temperament in his bones.
　　 There are two gray-haired old people who secretly stared at Yang Jian and observed carefully. Naturally, they would not be able to look at the air, but they always have the ability to look at people when they are old.
　　 But I saw that this young man seemed to have a long history of weather and frost, and his skin was a little dark, but his sword eyebrows, eagle nose, and angular nose were very handsome, but he was a bit childish.
　　 The two old men kept admiring in their hearts, and then winked at Master Hou. Under the table, they gave a thumbs up, and Master Hou smiled a little more.
　　 Yang Jian naturally felt that these people were looking at him, and they were not malicious, so he didn't care much.
　　 "I don't know how I should call Lord Hou?"
Shang Dehou said blindly: "My name is Zhende, Wen Zhende, Xiaoxianren... If Brother Yang doesn’t mind, just call me by name. Brother Yang saved my life, so don’t call me Lord Hou. ."
　　 "Master Hou..." Yang Jian chuckled and laughed. It would be too shameful to call "Master Hou" again, but you can't directly call someone's name.
　　 After all, this is a prince in a place, and even in the presence of so many of Shang Dehou's subordinates, he was originally seeking martial arts, so he should not be too rude.
　　Thinking about it, in fact, it was just a moment’s away. Yang Jian smiled and shouted,
Uncle, this time I’m not going back, but I want to ask for some questions.

Uncle 　　?
　　 Shang Dehou was stunned, then he stroked his palms and laughed, and there were memories in his eyes.
　　 "Hahahaha! This uncle is really clever! Looking at Brother Yang, you are young, I am already a life-saving year! I deserve this uncle, I deserve this uncle!"
　　 Yang Jian remained silent, but he was also relieved.
　　 Originally, he thought that after coming here, these mortals would definitely surround him, begging for elixir and medicine, and he also thought about his excuses.
　　Unexpectedly, this Hou Ye was so bold, he didn't mention anything about the monk, but Quan regarded himself as a lifesaver.
　　 Thinking of this, Yang Jian also had a better impression of Shang Dehou.
　　 "Brother Yang has any questions, but it's okay to say! Don't be polite with my uncle!"
　　 Yang Jian looked at the table full of figures around him, and smiled bitterly at Shang Dehou.
　　 Shang Dehou waved a big hand, "Everyone, please stay away for the time being. Brother Yang and I have something to talk about, and we will drink together in the evening."
　　 These staff members will get up and retire, and they all cast a kind look at Yang Jian as they left. Obviously, they were very good to Yang Jian's senses.
　　 simple and mellow, but not stupid; extraordinary, but not high.
　　 In their hearts, Yang Jian must have a naive disposition, compared with that, he is ashamed.
　　 After these people left, the more than a dozen maids in the hall also retreated ten feet away, all of them secretly looking at Yang Jian, but they couldn't see enough.
　　 Shang Dehou should have seen the embarrassment in Yang Jian's wry smile before, and drove all these people away.
　　 Yang Jian held a fist at Shang Dehou, and said: "Thank you, I'm a little bit thin, uncle is so troubled."
　　 "It's just a trivial matter, Brother Yang, what do you want, but it doesn't matter." This Hou master waved his hand with pride.
　　 I want you to teach us a few tricks...
　　 Even though Yang Jian's heart had been turned several times, he was really unable to say this.
　　 It's not that he is a proud monk, and it is difficult to speak up to a mortal; he is just pure embarrassment, not wanting to see the prince of the world show that... incredible look.
　　 "Uncle, although I don't want to care about world affairs, I still remind Master Hou, it's a favor of the uncle."
Shang Dehou was stunned. He listened carefully and made a please gesture: "Brother Yang, but you said it's okay. Anyway, you saved my old life, and the kindness I owe you is long gone. "
"I remember sitting with Lord Hou that day. There was a man in brocade clothes, who seemed to be a prince." Yang Jian said calmly, "If I feel right, he has a bit of coquettish air. It seems to have the same origin with those fierce foxes."
　　 That Shang Dehou was stunned and looked up at Yang Jian.
　　 Yang Jian smiled indifferently, not much to say, just click.
　　 When he delivered the food, he actually noticed that the so-called prince seemed a bit abnormal.
　　 was walking by the prince, and felt that the prince was a little weak and weak, and was entwined with a faint demon.
　　 Moreover, the fierce fox slaughtered, leaving no life under the minions, except that the prince was just thrown out and slightly injured his shoulder.
　　 Yang Jian didn't care about it at the time, and only realized it after returning to the mountain. He thought about it in his spare time, and he probably understood who the chief of the attack was that day.
　　 But the struggle for imperial power in the secular world, what is the relationship with his disciple? So I didn't care about anything, and now I just took it out to sell my affection.
　　 The Lord Hou could not sit still, and immediately stood up and kept pacing, his eyes were filled with doubts, then gradually filled with light, and finally became more like two sword lights!
　　 So, he explained all his doubts!
　　 "Thank you Brother Yang!" Shang Dehou said in a final voice, and then slowly took his seat again, the whole momentum became much stronger.
　　 Like a sword out of its sheath.
　　Shang Dehou took a few deep breaths, only to restore his original peace, then he smiled tragically and sighed with emotion.
　　 "I have worked for the emperor for decades, but in the end, I have to be so calculated by the emperor. It's sigh, hateful."
　　 Yang Jian took a chicken leg and ate it, and couldn’t help asking:
I heard that the uncle wants to marry his daughter to the prince, why does the prince have to calculate the uncle you in turn?

"What he did was nothing more than military power," Shang Dehou laughed miserably, "I didn't intend to fall into the whirlpool of a few princes fighting for the throne. In the previous imperial city, I also deliberately pushed down the relationship between the little girl and the prince~www.mtlnovel. com~ I'm afraid that I hate me for it."
　　 Yang Jian nodded seriously, and took a bite of the unknown braised pork that he had stolen before, his mouth filled with oil, "No matter what, the prince will dance with evil spirits all day long, and he will inevitably suffer backlash."
　　 "Okay!" Shang Dehou patted the chair, "I'll go to fix a book and break the marriage with the emperor! I Wen Zhende has guarded the frontier for more than 20 years. I don't think they dare to do anything to me!"
　　 Yang Jian saw that this uncle actually said to leave, and quickly stopped: "Uncle, don't worry, I still have something to ask you!"
　　 "Oh?" Shang Dehou looked at Yang Jian. Suddenly, the Master Hou seemed to understand something.
　　 This young hero made a special visit today to remind himself that there is a problem with the prince. It is so embarrassed that he can't say anything...
　　 Earlier on, I heard the housekeeper in Fuzhong talk about it. My precious daughter seemed to know the fairy who saved her before, and her precious daughter was in a daze with a piece of paper...
　　 That's it!
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
　　 Shang Dehou raised his head and laughed, sounding like a bell, and a burst of ecstasy.
　　 Yang Jian looked distressed, does this uncle already understand his own difficulties? No way? Who is the monk, and how do you feel that this uncle has the ability to'pass through his heart'?
　　 In the laughter of Shang Dehou, he stood beside Yang Jian, turned his head and shouted: "Go, tell the princess to take a shower and change clothes, so you can dress up, come here to meet guests."
　　 "Bring me pen, ink, paper and inkstone to Benhou, and Benhou himself writes a letter to resign the marriage contract!"
　　 "Also, go and inform my two sons so that they can quickly get back from the barracks. I have something important to announce!"
　　 Yang Jian opened his mouth, feeling a little at a loss for a moment, he...he is still a child in his life, what is this battle?