The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

During the palace banquet, Yang Jian brought Lei Zhenzi to meet King Wu.

When King Wu learned that Lei Zhenzi was the hundredth son of King Wen, and heard the old minister tell that Lei Zhenzi had rescued the former king, he was surprised and delighted. He sat with Lei Zhenzi, drank and talked, and recognized this brother.

"Lei Zhenzi is here, let me introduce you to some brothers from the same school," Yang Jian took Lei Zhenzi to meet Nezha and other juniors. A group of three generations of disciples got along well and had a good time.

Lei Zhenzi's strange face was also ordered by King Wu not to be discussed inside and outside Xiqi; this is obviously a 'sequence' of Xianxing, the incompleteness of reaching the sky in one step.

Lei Zhenzi himself was very... shy.

He is quite convinced of Yang Jian, similar to the kind of obedient, thinking that what the senior brother said is correct, and what the senior brother did must be a wise move, and his admiration is not concealed at all.

In this way, among the three generations of Chanjiao who can fight, Wei Hu is missing.

Regardless of Yin Hong and Yin Jiao for the time being, he was the son of Emperor Xin after all, and he was tricked into helping Da Shang after he left the mountain.

Among these three generations of disciples, Yang Jian, with his strong strength and the advantage of being the first to learn, firmly sits on the position of senior brother and is trusted and relied on by everyone.

After King Wu's banquet, Yang Jian held another tea party in Yang's mansion, calling all the brothers and sisters of the same school, and talking to each other about the joys of practice, which can be regarded as enhancing mutual affection.

A group of disciples of the third generation of interpretation and education played around until noon on the second day before returning to the barracks.

Although King Wu recognized Lei Zhenzi as his brother, after several considerations, he only gave Lei Zhenzi some gold and a house as a reward, but did not confer an official title, as if he was afraid that Yang Jian would be resentful.

In fact, Yang Jian wouldn't care about these things, what he only thought about was the matter of enshrining the gods.

As soon as he returned to the barracks, Huang Feihu hurried over to discuss with Yang Jian, saying that he had heard that the grand master had put up a no-war card at noon, and the army was stationed three hundred miles away.

Yang Jian laughed and said, "According to King Wucheng's opinion, what is the intention of this grand master not to fight but not to retreat?"

"Feihu has always heard that the grand master has many immortal friends in the three mountains and five mountains. He lost to the prime minister yesterday, so he must have gone to find a helper." Huang Feihu speculated like this, but it is almost the same.

Yang Jian thought for a while, and then asked: "If he hangs up the waiver card, we can't beat him?"

"This..." Huang Feihu was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Yang Jian and smiled wryly.

The prime minister seemed to have changed his mind again, and wanted to ignore the free card and kill him directly. If the unknown grand master in the merchant army was in charge, the merchant army would be in chaos.

"But this is not in accordance with the rules," Huang Feihu said in a deep voice, "If the two armies are fighting, if the battle card is suspended, there may be room for turning around..."

"The merchant army and our army, is there still room for turning around?" Yang Jian's face gradually became serious, "He hangs up his exemption card, and I will send out my soldiers. King Wucheng, let's make arrangements, raise some of the three armies, and kill him by surprise."

"But three hundred miles away, even if you march in a hurry, you will have to wait until noon tomorrow..."

"That's right, but I forgot about it," Yang Jian smiled awkwardly.

One hundred secrets and one sparse, this is purely one hundred secrets and one sparse. At that time, I had a whim when I heard the free battle card, and I forgot that it was quite far away from there.

Wen Zhong went to call for help, he always had to do something.

Yang Jian murmured for a while, and immediately called Nezha, the pair of senior brothers sneaked out of the barracks on a cloud, and three hundred miles passed by in a flash.

Wen Zhong is indeed not a mediocre person. Looking from above, the barracks of the merchant army were faintly arranged into a large formation, with mountains to support in the back and water in front to rely on. If they really wanted to attack the camp, they would have nowhere to start.

"Brother, what are we doing here?"

"Naturally, it's robbing the camp," Yang Jian said lightly.

"Just the two of us?" Nezha was a little puzzled, "It doesn't mean that killing mortals with Taoism will damage one's own luck and fortune, and even cause karma to be cast down by heaven..."

Yang Jian laughed and said, "We don't need to kill mortals, Wen Zhong is really not in the camp, you just do as I say, and listen to my voice to tell you."

When Nezha was a little puzzled, Yang Jian heard his voice, telling him this and telling him that, and the big eyes on Nezha's delicate face gradually brightened.

Soon, the two brothers split up and acted separately. Yang Jian used the method of transformation to hide his figure, and Nezha directly shouted in the air.

"That Xin Huan! You didn't enjoy the fight last time, so you dare to fight me!"

In the middle army of the Shang army, Deng Chanyu, who was in charge of commanding the three armies when Wen Zhong was away, frowned slightly. She was just about to make a move when Xin Huan, who was slightly injured yesterday, had already soared into the sky.

"Why are you afraid!"

Deng Chanyu frowned slightly, she should be punished for going out without asking the commander for instructions.

"General!"

"Let him go," Deng Chanyu said softly, her face behind the visor showed no joy or anger, and was always cold.

At present, Nezha and Xin Huan continued their battle yesterday, Hot Wheels pursued Fengleiyi, Diamond Hammer fought against Fire Pointed Spears, and merchant battalions looked up to watch the aerial battle.

Deng Chanyu thought for a while, but did not send a jade talisman to find the grand master back. The Zhou army was three hundred miles away, and the fight between Xin Huan and Nezha was more like a fierce fight, and it had nothing to do with the army.

A gray bird flew behind Deng Chanyu, and Deng Chanyu turned around suddenly, scaring the two female guards behind her at a loss.

"General, what's the matter?"

"Someone seems to be spying in the dark," Deng Chanyu said in a low voice, before she finished her words, she heard a miserable howl not far away, and a group of soldiers rushed to a tent.

There, it seems to be the camp of a partial general in the army?

"Go over and have a look," Deng Chanyu stepped forward, her slender figure was walking around in the camp, when the soldiers saw her, they bowed their heads and backed away, not daring to look directly at her.

After a few steps, she rushed to that general's tent, Deng Chanyu opened the curtain and walked in, but saw blood dripping on the ground, and that general was rolling in the pool of blood, clutching his back...

"Go and call the priest accompanying the army! Who hurt General Wang!"

None of the soldiers could answer, they just said that General Wang was taking a nap when he suddenly howled.

Soon, the priest accompanying the army checked General Wang's wounds, and went to report to Deng Chanyu outside the tent, saying that General Wang was fine, but there were two wound holes on his buttocks, and there seemed to be invisible hard things in them that could not be removed.

Deng Chanyu frowned, and called the monks in the camp to investigate, but they also couldn't take out the invisible thing from the wound on General Wang's hip.

The two wounds were not deep, and they didn't hurt any muscles or bones, but they made it difficult for this general to ride a horse and drive, and it was very difficult for him to walk.

The medicine stone was weak and the panacea was ineffective. Even Deng Chanyu, with a blushing face, could not resolve the 'invisible hard thing' in General Wang's buttock wound.

"Who is making such a fool of yourself!" Deng Chanyu was immediately furious, and just when she was helpless about the injury, there were several screams from the army.

The orderly ran away in a hurry, and another general in the army was injured for no reason.

Deng Chanyu immediately realized that something was wrong, but before she came back to her senses, more than 30 generals of the merchant army were severely injured in their hips, leaving invisible 'weapon' that could not be dissolved in the wound holes.

What kind of weapon is this? It's just Yang Jian's Xuangang.

"Who is playing tricks in our army!"

Deng Chanyu's coquettish shout spread throughout the army.

Nezha and Xin Huan in the sky are still fighting in full swing, while the merchant barracks are in chaos as more than 30 generals are attacked.

Soldiers without generals are mobs.

The person who shot in the dark seemed to be messing around, but he accurately injured the commanders of the various troops in the merchant army.

The 700,000 to 800,000 troops of the merchant army are actually commanded by these generals. If these generals are unable to mount horses or even walk due to severe hip injuries, how will the hundreds of thousands of troops be dispatched? What else is there to fight in this battle?

A change of general?

Where to find so many generals in a hurry? Even if a group of generals are promoted to lead the troops, there is a fear that the soldiers will not be in harmony, and the combat power of the army will be greatly reduced.

When Deng Chanyu was helpless, dozens of generals were attacked again.

The person who made the sneak attack did not kill anyone, it seemed like it was just a mischief, it was quite funny, and made people feel dumbfounded; in fact, they had a delicate mind and a ruthless attack, hitting the throat of their army.

Overhead, Nezha and Xin Huan were about to win. Xin Huan lost to Nezha and was in the sky above the merchant army, so he didn't dare to do anything recklessly. After hundreds of rounds of fighting, it was the end of his battle.

Deng Chanyu suddenly felt overwhelmed, and had no way to deal with it except to order the whole army to be on alert.

It's not that she's too stupid, it's that the enemy is too unexpected and so informal...

"General Deng, come to the tent to have a talk?"

A sound came to her ears, and the breath around Deng Chanyu was instantly chaotic. She looked around vigilantly, but she couldn't see that figure.

This voice, she is all too familiar with, is that Zhou Guo's prime minister, Yang Jian!

account?

Deng Chanyu thought for a while, and immediately looked at her tent, feeling a little worried.

She has seen Yang Jian's supernatural powers not once, and knowing that no one in the merchant army is Yang Jian's opponent at this time, she might as well be more open-minded.

Stepping forward, Deng Chanyu walked towards her own tent, and turned around again.

If Yang Jian wanted to harm her, these guards would die in vain.

"Without my order, no one is allowed to approach the big tent."

"Here!"

Deng Chanyu took a light breath, opened the curtain, and entered the elegantly furnished tent.

Sure enough, the young man in white robe was standing behind the desk, writing something there with a pen.

"Yang Jian?"

"General Deng, you have good taste," Yang Jian said with a smile, "There are paintings of flowers and birds hanging in the barracks, which can be called elegant."

"Prime Minister Yang came here, is it because he wants to discuss wine with me?" Deng Chanyu was straightforward, and took two steps forward, "It's really courageous for the Prime Minister to treat my million-strong army as nothing."

"I'm ashamed of the word courage." Yang Jian put down the pen in his hand, clapped his hands, admiring his "masterpiece", "I just felt that the merchant army could not kill me, so I came here so comfortably."

"So, the person who attacked our general is the prime minister?"

"Naturally," Yang Jian raised his left hand, and there was seven-colored mysterious light lingering on it, "those generals from Chaoge City are used to pampering them, they are really delicate and tender. I forgot to mention that my Profound Handle is a unique secret method, and it cannot be rescued easily."

"You!" Deng Chanyu was really angry, "This kind of behavior is really not what a hero did! It's in vain for me to treat you! I still have a little bit of admiration for you before!"

Yang Jian sighed: "I'm not ashamed of such behavior, besides, the lives of ordinary people are like candles to me. But the two armies are facing each other, life and death contests are no joke. Since General Deng thinks it seems frivolous for me to hurt them, then I will go and take the lives of these generals."

Deng Chanyu's complexion changed, "Where did I say that!"

Yang Jian smiled lightly, without saying a word, Deng Chanyu looked at him for a long time, and then smiled dejectedly.

"Tell me, what do you want to do?"

Yang Jian said in a deep voice: "I will invite General Deng to join my Zhou army with the lives of these hundred generals, how about it?"

Deng Chanyu was also taken aback.