The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

In the dead of night, it was very lively inside Zhou Ying's main tent.

Seeing that Yang Jian had come, the generals immediately relaxed their minds. Many generals were already pleading for Jin Zha and Huang Tianhua.

Yang Jian didn't say too much, so he asked the generals to go back to rest, while he sat in the main tent, holding a jade talisman that recorded the Dao of Talismans, and read it quietly.

Even if you don't practice, it's good to know more.

In fact, Yang Jian's ray of consciousness has been placed on Deng Chanyu's body, and Deng Chanyu has never noticed that ray of consciousness wrapped in profound energy. Everything she said appeared in Yang Jian's heart.

The words she persuaded Deng Jiugong were not too different from the words Yang Jian used to persuade her before.

From the benefits of conferring the gods to the inevitability of the rise of the state of Zhou replacing the state of Shang, what Deng Chanyu said was true, and step by step, Deng Jiugong had no words to refute.

General Military Mansion, in the study.

This place has been isolated by Deng Chanyu's formation. Although her cultivation level is not high, and the formation is not too strong, but there is Yang Jian who is a hundred miles away, so there is no need to worry too much.

"Is Daddy still hesitating?"

"Ah!" Deng Jiugong got up and paced back and forth in the study, "It's not because I hesitated, but, as long as people live for a lifetime, there are some things that can be done, and some things that can't be done! Let me die on the battlefield, shrouded in horse leather, that's where a man belongs!"

Deng Jiugong took a breath, "But if I am allowed to surrender to the Zhou army like this, even if King Wu of Zhou is righteous, I will be shamed by thousands of soldiers!"

"I know Daddy cares about face, but opportunities are hard to find," Deng Chanyu said with a bow, "Daddy first came to Xiqi, and he didn't know how powerful Yang Jian is. My daughter has been watching here, and has seen him fight time and time again. This Qinglong Pass, he can destroy it with a single flip of his hand."

Deng Jiugong frowned and said: "Yu'er, why do you have to be so majestic to others? If he has such abilities, why didn't he just go to level Chaoge City?"

Deng Chanyu didn't know how to explain it.

Fortunately, Deng Chanyu stood up and looked at Deng Jiugong, "Father, my daughter has made up her mind, and I will take you out of the customs to the Zhou camp tonight!"

Deng Jiugong asked anxiously: "Are you bewitched by magic?"

"father……"

"General Chanyu doesn't need to persuade you much," Yang Jian's voice sounded in Deng Chanyu's ears, which made Deng Chanyu startled, but then she was relieved.

Yang Jian said: "General Chanyu can go out with your father tomorrow. I will have a way to capture your father and daughter tomorrow. It should be better if you advise him in the Zhou camp."

Deng Chanyu sighed softly and nodded slowly.

She said to Deng Jiugong: "Father, do you really think that Tu Xingsun can stop Yang Jian?"

"Daughter, don't look at General Sun's ugly appearance, but his ability is first-class and tyrannical!" Deng Jiugong felt a little more confident, "Go to rest tonight, and wait for the battle tomorrow, and you will see for yourself."

"If Tu Xingsun loses, can dad listen to his daughter's persuasion?"

"Soldiers repay their loyalty to the country with death. If General Sun loses, I will stick to Qinglong Pass."

Deng Jiugong's eyes were full of firmness, which made Deng Chanyu on the side secretly anxious.

"It's getting late, go and rest, you're still injured," Deng Jiugong waved his hand, urging Deng Chanyu to say a few words;

That night, Deng Jiugong was sleepless in the study, and Deng Chanyu tossed and turned in the boudoir.

Yang Jian tasted and read the talismans in the main tent, reading with gusto; the Tu Xingsun held the wine bottle and slept very lightly in the big tent...

On the second day, when the Golden Crow first rose, the barracks on both sides tacitly sounded the sound of rumbling drums.

A group of men and horses rushed out of Zhou Jun's barracks, led by King Wu Cheng Huang Feihu, but Yang Jian knew that Huang Feihu had some personal relationship with Deng Jiugong, so he ordered Lei Zhenzi to invite King Wu Cheng overnight.

When Huang Feihu heard that Huang Tianhua had been captured by mistake, he was quite anxious, he took the lead to ask for orders to fight, rode the five-colored bull, and led four generals, together with Mu Zha and Lei Zhenzi, they rushed out of the Zhou camp and headed straight for Qinglong Pass.

Coincidentally, more than 100,000 soldiers and horses rushed out of Qinglong Pass, and a large "Deng" character was hung on the handsome flag, with the word "Tu Xing" next to the word Deng.

Deng Jiugong rode in front, Tu Xingsun was on the left, and Deng Chanyu was on the right. They led the army to fight Huang Feihu thirty miles outside Qinglong Pass.

"Wu Cheng rebelled against the king!" Deng Jiugong roared when he saw Huang Feihu, "You still have the face to lead the army to fight! The king treats you well, and even makes you an extremely human minister! You actually came out of Chaoge City and became an enemy of the king! But you still know how to be a minister! This is a disorder of the rules of the monarch and ministers!"

Huang Feihu was no longer ashamed at this time, and said coldly: "You and I know this matter well, why bother to say it again! How Di Xin treats me, you really don't know?"

"Hmph, let your rhetoric be yours! Come out and fight!"

"Why not!"

At that moment, Deng Jiugong charged forward with his horse holding a Qinglong Yanyue knife; Huang Feihu rode a colorless bull, held a sword, and charged forward.

The two generals fought together, there was no change in the situation, no surprises, but the fight was quite thrilling.

Deng Jiugong's moves were open and closed, his momentum was heavy, and his long knife was majestic, and the morale of the merchant army gradually swelled.

Huang Feihu was not at a disadvantage either, he had both offensive and defensive skills with his sword, and from time to time he could force Deng Jiugong to change his tactics to return visits, which was also quite brave.

In the Zhou army camp, a clear and bright voice spread everywhere.

"Beat the drum to cheer for King Wu Cheng."

Hearing the voice, Deng Chanyu's eyes trembled slightly, her consciousness swept over, and she immediately saw the figure sitting on the chariot.

Sure enough, Yang Jian came.

But Tu Xingsun had never heard Yang Jian speak, nor did he notice where Yang Jian was, so he raised his hand and said, "Let's beat the drum too! We must beat the other party!"

The soldiers of the two armies beat the drums at the same time, and the sound of the drums was booming, gradually converging.

Huang Feihu and Deng Jiugong exerted their strength at the same time, and the fight became more and more vigorous, but it seemed that they had met their opponents, and for a while they couldn't tell which was high or which was low.

Gradually, a hundred rounds have passed.

Both Deng Jiugong and Huang Feihu started to use dangerous moves, but the two sides were really close, and they still couldn't tell the difference.

Tu Xingsun was a little impatient, and said in a low voice: "Can you let the old general come back? Just like Wu Chengwang, I can solve it with a stick."

Deng Chanyu glanced at him and frowned slightly.

Whoever withdraws first at this time will be the loser, and the morale of the three armies will inevitably be damaged.

After another hundred rounds, Deng Jiugong and Huang Feihu were still fighting. Deng Jiugong's steed, Liangju, was still not as good as the five-colored bull, and he couldn't hold it anymore.

Tu Xingsun finally couldn't bear it, and shouted: "The old general might as well come back first, let me meet this King Wu Cheng!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Jian also shouted in the army formation: "Wu Chengwang and Deng Zongbing might as well rest for a while, and then we will compete against each other later."

"Hahaha!" Huang Feihu laughed a few times, the long sword drove away Deng Jiugong's sword and the long sword, and the five-colored cow knocked away Deng Jiugong's horse, Huang Feihu took the opportunity to retreat several tens of feet.

"Since the Prime Minister has ordered, Feihu dare not disrespect! General Deng, you and I will compete later!"

"Huh!" Deng Jiugong snorted coldly, out of breath, but he could only ride his horse back to the army formation.

Looking at that Tu Xingsun again, he really seemed to be stunned at this moment.

The prime minister has an order... the prime minister?

The prime minister of the state of Zhou is not the elder brother who taught three generations of disciples, the rising star of the Taoist sect who has been rumored more and more outrageously.

Entering the Heavenly Court to save his mother, marrying the princess of the Dragon Clan, the Heavenly Court conferred the title of True Monarch Erlang, and the Daoist title of Qingyuan Miaodao, all these are understandable, after all, he is the Jade Emperor's nephew, how could his family embarrass his family too much?

In Tu Xingsun's view, these allusions are all for show.

Then, in recent years, Yang Jian suddenly became famous. First, he rescued Zhao Gongming in the hands of Taoist Lu Ya and Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun, and a few tricks shocked the world.

Tu Xingsun felt that it must be a coincidence, and it didn't explain anything.

But in this half year...

He also fought hard against the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit and the Great Immortal Wuyun, broke through the top ten formations, and defeated Ding Haishenzhu and Zhao Gongming...

This is a bit too unbelievable.

Now, when Tu Xingsun saw this elder brother whom his master had been mentioning all this time, he stared blankly for a moment, then gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

The young man sitting on the chariot has a clear face, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a tall and straight figure without any regrets, a natural indifference in his calm demeanor, and a sharpness in his eyes that makes people dare not look directly at him.

This is the elder brother?

Can being good-looking win many battles?

Coincidentally, Yang Jian also looked at Tu Xingsun from hundreds of feet away, with a little kindness in his eyes, nodded and smiled at Tu Xingsun, stood up and took a step, and stood on a grass field in the middle of the two armies.

As soon as Tu Xingsun gritted his teeth, he raised his hand to touch the fairy rope around his waist, and gradually gained confidence in his heart.

Yang Jian's voice came: "I heard from the rear that there is a general Tu Xingsun in the Shang army, who seems to be my Taoist disciple. I don't know who is the teacher, and where is the fairy mountain?"

"Hmph!" Tu Xingsun jumped up on his horse, landed tens of feet away from Yang Jian, and stared at Yang Jian, "Don't talk about this, since the two armies are fighting, let's compete first!"

Yang Jian nodded lightly, turned his hands behind his back instead, and smiled at Tu Xingsun: "In that case, I'll ask you to hit me three times first, how about it?"

Tu Xingsun was immediately enraged by Yang Jian's words, roared, and disappeared immediately.

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows, but still stood still without releasing his consciousness, quietly waiting for Tu Xingsun to show up.

This Tudun skill is really ingenious, Yang Jian couldn't tell where Tu Xingsun's figure was for a while, the so-called letting Tu Xingsun three times, in fact, Yang Jian was weighing Tu Xingsun's ability.

I am not arrogant.