The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"Second Master is back!"

Following Zhi Jian's shout, the Yang Mansion suddenly became lively.

Yang Jian went out for less than ten days this time, but it really made people nervous. Seeing Yang Jian's return, the Meishan army, the witch youth, and the fairy maids in the mansion all heaved a sigh of relief.

He is the backbone of the Yang family, the pillar of Meishan, and the current reliance of the Wu clan, so there is nothing to lose.

Immortal Yuding sent Yang Jian home and returned to the mountain to practice. Yang Jian made up his mind in his heart that he should stop the matter of enshrining the gods and let his master and uncle stand out for him.

The key to the seventy-two transformations has been found, and Yang Jian only needs to study carefully to gradually dig out his combat power.

He walked around the mansion, saw his mother, and hurried to the attic where Ao Xinke lived.

Regarding Taibai Jinxing's coming here, Yao Ji issued a password-sealed order not to allow anyone to leak the news, so she wanted to keep it from Yang Jian, for fear that Yang Jian would have a bad heart.

In the backyard of the Yang Mansion, Yang Jian hurried into the attic.

"Xinke? How's your injury?"

Ao Xinke, who was practicing by the window, opened her eyes, feeling a little pleasantly surprised.

Just now she was a little distracted and didn't notice Yang Jian's return; Yang Jian also didn't feel Ao Xinke's breath, so she hurried to the backyard.

Seeing that his wife was fine, she seemed to be practicing in seclusion before, and Yang Jian also felt that he was a little reckless, so he moved forward and hugged Ao Xinke in his arms.

Originally, Ao Xinke had a thousand grievances in her heart, but now she listened to Yang Jian's greeting, and was embraced by Yang Jian's arms, and quietly dissipated...

"Husband, don't be so brave again."

"Well, Ma'am, let me tell you something."

Yang Jian told Ao Xinke about his experience in Fenggu, and concealed the difficulties and dangers, mainly explaining the matter of Fengwu and Fengshan.

Ao Xinke just listened quietly, and the situation Yang Jian imagined that she was jealous and awkward did not appear...

Really so generous?

"That Fengwu girl is affectionate and righteous. It is reasonable for my husband to fall in love with her. Xinke is already satisfied if my husband can tell you frankly."

"That's not what I meant..." Yang Jian saw Ao Xinke's serious face, and smiled, "My heart is loyal to you, madam. I tell you this because I want you to take care of Feng Wu and Feng Shan later. I have to be busy with the catastrophe of the gods. Their sisters must have left a lot of trouble when they first encountered this disaster."

Ao Xinke blinked, "Husband really thinks so?"

"I really think so. Although you and their sisters have long-standing feuds, in our house, we don't care about these big hatreds for the time being."

"Since my husband has orders, Xinke should obey them," Ao Xinke agreed softly, and moved closer to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian sealed the black turtle belt with mysterious energy, covering this place.

This tenderness, which was delayed for a while, was not disturbed by anyone.

Arranging Fengshan and Fengwu in the Yang Mansion, accompanied by three women from the family, and watched by Xiao Tiangou, Yang Jian felt relieved.

In the evening, he finally remembered Wen Zhong's attack on Xiqi, he showed his breath in the city, and went to the military camp outside the city.

After a little inspection, Wen Zhong's soldiers and horses have entered the border of Zhou State, and there are still thousands of miles away from Qishan.

But the Zhou army was gloomy, morale fell to the bottom; the soldiers were fine, those generals all knew that Wen Zhong was invincible, and they really panicked.

Huang Feihu couldn't sleep for several days, and King Wu didn't go to court for two days.

Fortunately, at this juncture, Yang Jian finally came back.

When he entered the army, the first thing Yang Jian did was to order people to beat the drum and call the generals to discuss matters.

When Yang Jian returned, the Zhou army immediately beat gongs and drums, and the soldiers scrambled to send them. The cloud that shrouded the sky over Xiqi was finally diluted a little.

Not long after, Nezha and Huang Tianhua, who were in charge of the Chinese army, rushed back to report the military situation ahead, Huang Feihu and Nan Gongshi reported the many arrangements they had made, while Jin Zha, Mu Zha and the other generals just listened.

Yang Jian sat on the chief seat and pondered for a while, but Wen Zhong was not afraid of Wen Zhong's aggressive approach this time.

Wen Zhong's ability is always inferior to the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit, so he should be able to take over.

The difficulty is that at this time, I don't know how many Jiejiao immortals Wen Zhong called out to, and who they were.

"The two juniors have been staring at the Shang army, but can you see any Jiejiao Xianren appearing?"

"Brother!"

"Brother!"

"I'll come first!"

"I'll tell you!"

Huang Tianhua and Nezha spoke almost at the same time, and then the two stared at each other, stretching their necks and refusing to give in to each other.

This pair of enemies, how long has he been gone, how did they develop to such a state...

Yang Jian said with a straight face, "What are you two fighting for? Now that the army is in front of you, Wen Zhong is coming in menacingly, and you two, as disciples of Chanjiao, are you still fighting in the nest?"

Nezha and Huang Tianhua turned their heads away at the same time, Yang Jian said, "Nezha speaks first, if what you say is not as comprehensive as Tianhua said, go and get the Ten Army Staff."

"Of course I'm more accurate than him!" Nezha tilted his head, and said so and so and so on, telling Wen Zhong's army's arrangement, chief general, and Jiejiao Xianren one by one.

Wen Zhong was personally in command, and Deng Chanyu was the deputy general. Apart from that, there were no other monks except for a few three-generation disciples of Jiejiao.

"How many third-generation disciples are there?" Yang Jian was suddenly puzzled.

Could it be that the Jiejiao Immortal wants to wait for the great battle to reappear?

"Does Tianhua have anything to add?"

"It's the same situation I found out," Huang Tianhua hesitated to speak, glanced at his father, Huang Feihu stroked his beard, and presented a letter.

"Prime Minister, this is a letter sent by Wen Zhong a few days ago."

"oh?"

Yang Jian opened the slip of paper slowly, looked at the big characters flying like dragons and phoenixes, and couldn't help but smile, "This Grand Master Wen actually said that he wanted to compare me with the art of war, not supernatural powers."

Nezha's eyes lit up, "Could it be that they are afraid of stopping the teaching?"

"It's definitely not like that," Yang Jian shook his head, laid the slips on the table, read them carefully twice, and said with a smile, "Judging from the words, it can be seen that this Grand Master Wen is also a man with a strategy. It's a pity that he helped the tyrant to abuse, and he doesn't know the number of days. He will eventually be defeated by you and me."

Yang Jian laughed a few times and closed the slip of paper, seemingly in a good mood, "The order is for all the troops to rest and wait for the Shang army to come. This time, we will have a good fight with them. As long as Wen Zhong is defeated, Shang Jun will have nothing to rely on!"

All the soldiers inexplicably cheered up, but Huang Feihu, who could not sleep peacefully, felt a little sleepy at this time.

Yang Jian ordered all the generals to go back to the camp to rest, and set up a battle against the enemy at noon tomorrow.

After all the generals left, only the disciples of Chanjiao were left in the tent, but Yang Jian put away his smile and sat there pondering a few words.

"Senior brother, what's the matter?" Jin Zha looked like he knew this before, obviously thinking that Yang Jian was pretending to be relaxed just now to stabilize the morale of the army.

Unexpectedly, Yang Jian said with a serious face: "Wen Zhong is going to compete in military strength, you guys will go to battle later to kill the enemy, and you can't fly into the sky, so as not to let Wen Zhong not be convinced. You have learned how to ride horses these days, go back."

Jin Zha blushed from being choked, Mu Zha couldn't help laughing when he saw this, and the disciples of the three generations of Chanjiao all laughed in the tent.

The laughter spread into the barracks, and the soldiers felt more at ease.

At night, when dinner was served in the army, Yang Jian went to the palace of Wu Wang Jifa, made a confession, and told the strategy of defending against the enemy.

Ji Fa said in a deep voice: "Prime Minister, I heard that the Grand Master is a national weapon for protecting merchants. He has conquered various places for decades and has not lost a single one. This time, the Prime Minister is really determined to win?"

"Seven points are in my chest, three points are determined by God," Yang Jian replied calmly, "King Wu is at ease, the recent affairs outside Fang will not disturb me, I can deal with that Wen Zhong at ease."

"Prime Minister..."

Ji Fa was going to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he looked at the young fairy in robes standing in front of the desk, and felt a little sad in his heart.

"I trust the prime minister, and the prime minister can do whatever he wants."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Yang Jian bowed to leave, and the courtesy of the courtiers was not lost.

After leaving Wuwang Palace, Yang Jian jumped up, flew into the sky, and landed on the top of Qishan Mountain in a blink of an eye.

There is already a high platform with a length of one hundred feet, and the four-image true spirit array is added to the left and right. The scene of ascending immortals and images of flying immortals are depicted on the four sides of the high platform, just like a place for ascending immortals.

Just as Yang Jian landed on the high platform, a figure jumped out and knelt down in front of Yang Jian.

"Second Master, the Conferred God Platform has been built."

"Bai Jian, you have meritorious service in supervising the construction of the Conferred God Platform, and this merit has been recorded in the Conferred Gods List." Yang Jian had an extra golden scroll in his hand, and it must have been written on the Conferred Gods List that day.

Yang Jian stretched out his hand, and Bai Jian's body glowed with golden light, and he held the list of gods with both hands.

Yang Jian said: "Put this list up!"

"Here!"

Bai Jian agreed, got up and took two steps back, then walked straight to the center of the high platform.

There is a jade platform there, Fengshenbang seems to know that this is a place prepared for it, so it slowly opened it up a little, and spread it on the jade platform.

Bai Jian bowed and backed away, Yang Jian stepped forward, bowed to the list of gods, and said: "Yuxu's disciple Yang Jian asks for orders to build the altar of the gods, place the list of gods, and invite the ancestors to show their holiness, so that Xiaoxiao disciples dare not peep here."

As soon as the words fell, a ray of jade light fell from the night and hung on the Conferred God Altar.

The yin and yang qi suddenly rose around the Conferred God Platform, and the two energies became entangled, turning into barriers on all sides, completely covering the Conferred God Platform.

If the sage makes a move, there will be no loss in the list of gods.

And from today onwards, if Jujiao wants to calculate the list of gods, he must first go through the means arranged by Yuanshi Tianzun.

Yang Jian bowed and retreated, but Bai Jian was waiting at the Conferred God Stage. He was the spirit who guarded the Conferred Gods List, and he was destined to have a great opportunity in the future.

After setting up the list of gods, Yang Jian returned to the barracks. In order to calm the morale of the army, he will inspect the Sifang barracks in the next few days.

In fact, the Zhou army already had the power to conquer the east, but these powers were still not enough. There was no guarantee that after the Shang Lord was destroyed, the Zhou army would still have enough power to deter the world and let King Wu ascend the throne.

Still need to wait some time.

Wen Zhong...

Compared with military affairs...

Yang Jian shook his head and smiled, took a piece of cloth, picked up a pen and wrote a large character, took a jade talisman, wrapped the cloth on the jade talisman, and threw the jade talisman out.

It's such a trouble, but it's also a matter of joy.

Looking at the familiar layout in the tent, Yang Jian was inexplicably kind.

For the past two years, he has been living here...

After thinking for a while, he released the avatar of Yuanshen to sit here again, and his real body performed seventy-two transformations to become a gray bird and flew away from the barracks, and flew straight back to the backyard of the Yang Mansion, and got into the attic of him and Ao Xinke.

The spring night is short, and the warm jade tent is warm.

This is called sneaking in, knowing how to live.