The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Wen Zhong was sitting in the main tent, while Mo Qilin was lying outside the tent, with a little jade light flickering under the black color all over his body.

In the first catastrophe of the opening of the sky in ancient times, although the dragon and phoenix were the protagonists, the Qilin clan was also involved. It's just that the Qilin clan's reputation is not obvious because there are not many masters in the Qilin clan.

The dragon and phoenix collapsed, and the Qilin family was also punished by the heavens, so they should disappear without a trace. Shifeng sank the immortal volcano, the dragon clan suppressed the world, built ancient pilgrimage roads, and protected the ancient human race in order to preserve the last blood of the clan, while the Qilin clan had to submit to the way of heaven, transform into auspicious beasts, and cut off the door of practice, so as to be able to thrive in the prehistoric.

Even so, unicorns are very rare. This black unicorn was given by the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit. It has accompanied Wen Zhong in his practice until now, and he has made great military exploits.

A ray of jade light flew from the sky, and Mo Qilin immediately raised his head vigilantly, frightening the legs of several guards around him.

Whoosh!

Yuguang went straight into the main tent, and Mo Qilin saw clearly that it was just a messenger jade talisman wrapped in cloth, so he didn't pay much attention, and continued to lie back to the original place.

Inside the tent, Wen Zhong looked at the jade talisman with some doubts. There was no message in the jade talisman, it was completely empty.

Who has nothing to send an empty letter here?

"Grand Master," Deng Chanyu, who was sitting at the side studying the art of war, reminded in a low voice, "there seems to be words on the cloth."

Wen Zhong looked down, spread out the cloth, first concentrated on his beard and meditated for a while, then clapped his hands and laughed.

"Wonderful! Really wonderful!"

Deng Chanyu was a little puzzled, why this normally calm and honest elder lost his composure suddenly.

"General Deng, come and see," Wen Zhong raised his hand to greet, Deng Chanyu moved to the table after saluting, and saw the cloth covered on it, and the word "good" on the cloth.

"Master, what is the meaning of this?"

Wen Zhong said with a smile: "Then Yang Jian agreed to fight with me, it's as simple as that. I just never thought that Yang Jian would be so happy, a good word, without beating around the bush at all, and didn't leave any room for me and him."

Deng Chanyu seemed to understand, although she was smart and good at leading soldiers, but she rarely came into contact with this kind of twists and turns.

Wen Zhong got up and paced back and forth behind the case.

Deng Chanyu said: "If the last general's words are inappropriate, please forgive me. Yang Jian, who claims to be a god and prime minister, is quite popular in Zhou, and sees that he manages the army well, sets up flags, and sets the formation. Our Shang army has confronted him several times, and all of them... are at a disadvantage. Taishi, please make plans early."

"What General Deng said, I understand in my heart," Grand Master Wen sighed, "Our Shang army has been defeated by the Zhou army several times, and the soldiers have already feared the Zhou army in their hearts. Therefore, our great merchant needs a big military victory."

"But Grand Master...then Yang Jian has several strong generals under his tent, and we are afraid that there are very few people who can lead the battle."

"It doesn't matter," Grand Master Wen waved his hand, "When I marched past Huanghua Mountain, I had four generals under my command, Deng Xin and Zhang Tao. That Xin Huan had two wings and powerful mana, enough to be a vanguard."

Deng Chanyu nodded lightly, she had also seen the person the grand master said, but the other person was full of gangsters, and she always felt a little disgusted in her heart.

Wen Zhong thought for a while, shook his head and nodded, suddenly chuckled twice, as if he had figured something out.

Wen Zhong sat back in the grand master's chair and asked: "I heard people mention it many times in Chaoge City, saying that Yang Jian is handsome, brave and courageous, and he is said to be one of the most beautiful men in the world. General Deng has fought against Yang Jian several times. Have you ever seen his true face?"

Deng Chanyu was stunned for a moment, then shook her head and said: "I once saw him sitting on a high platform, wearing white clothes and scarves, but I didn't look at it in detail."

"Oh?" Wen Zhong smiled and said, "General Deng, sit down and let me take a look at this son with my eyes."

Deng Chanyu immediately sat back in her seat when she heard the words, Wen Zhong closed her eyes, a red light surged on her forehead, and then slowly opened, revealing a vertical eye.

The celestial eye is not unique to Yang Jian, and the celestial eye cultivated by various monks is also different.

Like Wen Zhong's heavenly eye, which can distinguish between true and false, and can see through falsehood, this is the heavenly eye that destroys falsehood, and has the effect of suppressing evil spirits.

And Yang Jian's samsara divine eye is not something he can cultivate, but the great fortune of getting the six samsara discs, and it should not be confused with it.

Let's say that Wen Zhong opened his eyes, looked directly at the foot of Qishan Mountain, and saw the continuous barracks.

At first glance at the layout of the barracks, Wen Zhong was very vigilant, thinking that he was setting up the camp, and he was not as good as he was.

——Zhi Jian and the other six friends of Meishan have fought against the Yaozu for countless years, and the matter of leading the army has its own unique features, which is still higher than Wen Zhong's ability acquired in decades of fighting.

With his eyes spinning, Wen Zhong found Zhou Jun's main tent, broke through the wall and looked inside, and saw a young man in white who was sitting on the main seat with his eyes closed and resting his mind.

Yang Jian?

The young man on the chair seemed to feel something, opened his eyes and looked towards the empty front, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and said loudly: "I heard that the Grand Master wants to see me so much, why don't you come to the camp and talk about it, I will not let it go."

Wen Zhong withdrew his celestial clairvoyance, a little surprised in his heart that his celestial clairvoyance was so easily seen through this day.

"This kid is really no small thing," Wen Zhong pondered a few times, and said: "General Deng, you and I will deduce the method of confrontation again, so there should be no mistakes."

Although Deng Chanyu didn't know what happened, but when she heard the grand master's call, she could only endure the drowsiness and walked to the map with the mountains and rivers in Xiqi.

This conversation between the old and the young by candlelight is related to the victory or defeat of the army of millions, which is not easy.

On the other hand, Yang Jian, whom they had painstakingly dealt with, was sleeping with his wife in his backyard at this time, and what Wen Zhong saw was just his incarnation.

It's not that Yang Jian is slack in his heart, it's just that he's somewhat tired from one incident to another recently.

When the sun was up, Ao Xinke served Yang Jian to dress up and leave the house. Yang Jian was full of energy and thoughts, and one strategy after another emerged to defend against the enemy.

Three rounds of beating and drumming, the whole camp of Zhou army began to practice, Yang Jian specially ordered Nezha, Huang Tianhua, Mu Zha, and Jin Zha to sit in the three armies, assisting ordinary generals such as Nan Gongshi, Ji Shugan, and Ji Shuming.

No matter how powerful their mana is, they don't know much about the army formation, and they won't be of much use in fighting Wen Zhong.

On the contrary, Huang Feihu felt for the first time that he was so important in the Zhou army. He was busy running around, showing the heroic appearance of King Wucheng in the past.

After practicing for an afternoon, all the troops set up camp for dinner, and some scouts came to report that the former merchant army had traveled six hundred miles away.

Yang Jian discussed with Huang Feihu, the army pulled out the camp overnight, marched a hundred li to set up camp, and pushed the battle line to the east side of Qishan Mountain.

Two days later, at noon, the two armies finally confronted each other.

Under the Qishan Mountain, banners were unfurled, and drums were beating loudly. More than 600,000 Zhou troops and more than 800,000 merchant troops gathered here, surging blood into the sky, and monks whose cultivation level was below the Daluo realm could not stay in the sky for long.

War horses are galloping in formation, and unicorns are looking for them everywhere.

It was heard that the grand master rode Mo Qilin in front of the Shang army, and Yang Jian sat on a high platform inside the Zhou army.

Wen Zhong raised his hand, and the beating of the drum stopped. This big merchant rode forward slowly on the ink unicorn, and said, "Yang Jian, Feihu, talk to me."

Such a high-ranking attitude does not make people feel slighted, after all, the status is here.

Yang Jian jumped down from the high platform, stood on a chariot, and drove out of the formation.

Huang Feihu rode a five-colored divine bull and followed beside him. Although his back was straight, he didn't dare to look directly at Wen Zhong.

The three of them stopped a hundred feet apart, and when Wen Zhong saw Huang Feihu, he immediately cursed: "Well, you Wucheng King! You are an extremely human minister, one person is below one person and above ten thousand in Chaoge City! Your Majesty even entrusted the world's soldiers and horses under your control!"

"However, you did such treasonous things, murdered the lord and the king, and refused to be a minister! What face do you have standing in front of this old man today! The old man trusts you so much, and entrusts the entire Chaoge City to you, and the teacher returns to the court, but I heard that you want to kill the king!"

"Your Huang family is rich, but it can't match the rumors? Can it not match a woman's family!"

Huang Feihu closed his eyes and sighed, but couldn't speak a word.

Yang Jian frowned and said, "I heard that the Grand Master's words seem to be biased. If the emperor is the emperor, the ministers will be the ministers themselves. But the Shang emperor perverted, killed Zhongliang, and mutilated Huang's sister-in-law. His atrocities are heinous."

"King Wu Cheng couldn't bear it. Although he wanted to avenge his wife, he also wanted to avenge the common people and thousands of righteous men in the world. What is the crime?"

"On the contrary, Grand Master Wen, you are a monk from Fangwai, and you know how many days you have. The prosperity of the Shang in the Zhou Dynasty is the general trend! What's more, the Lord of Zhou is wise, and the King of Shang has lost virtue, and everyone knows it! Why don't you, Grand Master Wen, abandon the dark and turn to the bright today? Help the virtuous king with me? Open up a career?"

What these words said really made Wen Zhong very angry.

Wen Zhong scolded: "How dare Lizi talk nonsense! Rebellious ministers and thieves will be punished everywhere! Cough! Cough!"

"Why is the Grand Master in such a hurry?" Yang Jian said calmly, "The Grand Master led the army today, it must not be to say these few words, but as you and I said before, the two armies are facing each other, and the military affairs will be compared."

"Hmph!" Grand Master Wen grabbed the male and female whips, "Alright, today I want to learn King Wu Cheng's brilliant moves! Let's go!"

Mo Qilin turned around, Yang Jian waved his sleeves, and the chariot also turned around.

Huang Feihu sighed, turned over and got off the hunting cow, bowed to the back of Grand Master Wen, then turned on the bull, and shouted: "Shang Jun betrayed me, and I also betrayed Grand Master!"

After saying that, he turned around and returned to the formation, ordering the three armies to beat drums and prepare for battle.

"Yang Jian!" Grand Master Wen yelled, "Pick me up for a while first!"

After the words fell, a group of soldiers and horses, about 30,000 in the middle of the Shang army, rushed out in the shape of a white crane, with their wings spread high, and forced them towards the Zhou army's barracks.

Yang Jian frowned, this is...

What the hell?

King Wu Cheng hurriedly said: "Prime Minister, this is a battle of soldiers! Please also order my troops to fight!"

"No need," Yang Jian said coldly, "A contest? This is a battle between two armies, and hundreds of thousands of lives were lost in an instant, and there is still a contest! It's a bad habit, it's like a child's play! Order the crossbowmen to prepare! When the enemy is within range, not one will be left behind!"

The standard bearers behind him responded in unison: "Here!"

Then, more than a dozen flag bearers waved the flag on the high platform, and Yang Jian's order quickly spread throughout the barracks.

Huang Feihu was taken aback...

This does not play according to the rules, how to make it?

It seems that there is nothing wrong with destroying the opponent's battle formation with bows and arrows. On the contrary, the own side can reduce a little loss...

this……

Is it useless to learn the way of military formation for decades?

Huang Feihu raised his head and glanced at Yang Jian on the high platform. He was a little unpredictable at the same time, and felt unpredictable, so he could only use the word 'powerful' to describe it.

Whoosh whoosh!

The sound of arrows piercing the air came from the front army, Huang Feihu turned his head to look, and saw thousands of arrows being fired at once, like black clouds...