The soldier hurriedly ran into the mansion, but after running for two steps, he came back to his senses and turned his head to glare at Yang Jian.
What a guy, even if he turned from guest to host, he shouldn't be so self-confident, right?
But seeing Yang Jian's air of confidence, his confidence, his strategic mind, his knowledge of the affairs of the world, and his bearing that could make others submit to him, he did not dare to say anything more. He lowered his head and went to the steward's office to report.
Yang Jian stood in front of the door without moving. The shining spear tip blocked in front of him. It seemed that if the soldier's hand slipped, the spear in their hand would pierce through his throat.
After waiting for an hour, the soldier ran back, sweating profusely, and shouted to Yang Jian, "Taoist priest! Our Marquis is here to welcome you personally, please prepare! "
Prepare for what?
Yang Jian snorted, carrying the peach wood sword on his back, arrogant as if the Heavenly Dao was first and the old man second. When the soldiers saw this, they felt that Yang Jian was unfathomable and didn't dare to act rashly.
Then there were three "dong dong dong" sounds of drums, and two groups of soldiers in bright armor walked out of the door, divided into two rows.
A white-haired, tall man in luxurious clothes walked over, his gait was majestic.
This should be the Marquis of Jizhou, Su Hu.
Although Yang Jian didn't know the way of deduction, he still had the supernatural power of the God's Eye. His eyes shone brightly as he looked at Su Hu, but he saw that Su Hu's body was surrounded by layers of gray light, but he had been plagued by bad luck recently.
Before breaking into the mansion, Yang Jian circled around the huge Su Mansion to listen to what the peddlers around the Marquis's mansion were talking about, and from there, he found out a lot of information.
For example, the daughter of the Marquis of Jizhou, Daji, was born with the beauty of a flower and the moon, and was a national beauty. Although she didn't step out of the house, her name had spread far and wide, causing many high officials and nobles to think about her.
Another example was the appearance of many bandits around Jizhou, robbing houses, coming and going without a trace.
The most obvious was a few days ago, when another gust of demonic wind blew into the manor of the Jizhou Marquis. Suddenly, the sky turned dark, and no one knew what had happened.
That demonic wind might have been caused by Daji and the others; Yang Jian did not know if Su Daji had already been possessed by the Nine-Tailed Fox, which was why he had barged into the residence.
When Su Hu saw Yang Jian, he sized him up and bowed with a Dao salute. "Daoist Priest, please come in. Please forgive me if I've neglected you!"
His voice was loud and clear.
Yang Jian's expression softened a little as he smiled and said, "I've been traveling around the world. When I arrived at this place, I saw that there was something strange in the manor. It seemed that there was the demonic aura of an old demon entrenched here, so I came to ask. If I have disturbed you in any way, please forgive me. "
"Demonic Qi?" Su Hu paused, then asked, "Where can I find demonic Qi?"
Yang Jian deliberately showed off. He raised his left hand, put his middle finger and index finger together, and gently drew a line. A layer of fog appeared in front of him, and this fog gradually revealed the general appearance of the Su Residence.
"Look." Yang Jian pointed to a spot in the fog. "It's here."
Su Hu and the others had long been shocked by Yang Jian's "Dao technique". When they saw that the place where Yang Jian was pointing was really the place where the demonic wind had wreaked havoc a few days ago, they no longer had any doubts.
"Daoist Priest, please come in! Daoist Priest, please come in! "
Su Hu turned to the side and invited him. There was a hint of panic on his face.
Yang Jian dispersed the fog and nodded calmly. He walked into the residence with his hands behind his back and walked towards the main hall.
The nobles of the land had their own palaces. Most of the taxes in the territory were collected there. Although the Ji Prefecture was not a big city, it was considered a rich land. The decorations in the Su Residence were rather luxurious.
They stepped on the red carpet and entered the main hall. The guests and hosts took their seats.
Su Hu dismissed his attendants and many guards, leaving only one or two trusted aides.
Originally, when an expert like Yang Jian came, Su Hu would definitely let his son come. If he was chosen by the "expert" and brought to cultivate immortality, it would naturally be an opportunity.
But this time, Su Hu seemed to want to deceive others.
"How should I address you?"
"People call me Qing Miaozi in Jianghu." Yang Jian replied calmly. "Marquis, I'm here to understand your calamity. Tell me what kind of suffering you have."
Su Hu hesitated and seemed to find it difficult to speak.
Seeing this, Yang Jian pretended to calculate with his fingers and said with a smile, "Is it because of the hidden calamity in your home?"
"Ah, that's right."
Su Hu sighed and looked at Yang Jian. He smiled bitterly and said, "Did you hear something?"
"I just came here today. Marquis, you can ask the guards at the gate." Yang Jian said calmly, "We cultivators all have one or two supernatural powers and spells. It's not a big deal to know these."
With that, Yang Jian took out a round plate. It was the Imperial Heavenly Mirror.
Su Hu was also a knowledgeable person. When he saw the Imperial Heavenly Mirror, his eyes lit up. Although he could not understand it, he knew that it was definitely very powerful.
However, Yang Jian pursed his lips. "There's no need for such a treasure for such a small calamity." As he spoke, he took out another "compass". It was the compass that Perfected Taiyi had given him to test his luck.
"Use this. Marquis, please press it here."
After that, Yang Jian tested Su Hu's luck. Su Hu was shocked and worshipped Yang Jian as an Exalted Immortal. He ordered people to set up a banquet.
Yang Jian was not in a hurry. When he was drunk, he suddenly said, "Can I see the root of the calamity in the residence?"
"To tell you the truth, I've already ordered my daughter to wait in the side hall." Su Hu sobered up a little. There were only the two of them and a few maidservants at the huge banquet.
Yang Jian smiled and said, "Why don't you let her come? Why are you hiding it like this? "
"Daoist Priest, you're an outsider. You don't know the troubles of the mortal world!" Su Hu sighed and said, "That daughter of mine … Forget it. Daoist Priest, just follow me."
"Alright." Although Yang Jian could not have wished for more, he was still a little unhappy on the surface, as if Su Hu had neglected him.
The best place to improve their relationship was at the dining table.
Su Hu pulled Yang Jian to the side door at the side. The peach wood sword on Yang Jian's back had never left his body. However, as he approached the side hall, the peach wood sword on his back trembled softly.
Su Hu was stunned. He looked at Yang Jian and asked in surprise, "Daoist Priest, what's going on?"
Yang Jian frowned and whispered, "There's demonic aura."
"Demonic, demonic aura?" Su Hu's eyes were filled with shock and disbelief, but he also had a look of "I knew it".
Su Hu pulled Yang Jian and whispered, "I don't dare to hide it from you, Exalted Immortal. A few days ago, something strange happened in my residence. A demonic wind came from the north and circled around the residence for a while before heading south. "
"Oh?" Yang Jian raised his eyebrows. "Was anyone injured?"
"No, the demonic wind only circled around. No one in the residence was injured. Only an old woman was so scared that she had eye problems. She has been crying non-stop for the past few days."
Yang Jian nodded. He did not care about the old woman's condition in the Su residence and looked at the curtain in front of him.
Behind the heavy curtains in the hall, he could vaguely see a graceful figure standing in the corner, seemingly in a daze.
"Let me take a look."
"Daoist Priest, please." Su Hu subconsciously clenched his fists and bowed. Yang Jian entered the hall with his sword on his back. He passed the curtains and the pillars and finally saw the mortal woman named Daji.
What a beauty that could bring calamity to a country!
The first thing he saw was her side profile. She was standing in front of a desk, holding a painting in her hand and quietly admiring it.
The outline of her face was perfect and flawless. Her chin was sharp and smooth, and the corners of her mouth were charming. It was said that she was naturally charming, but she was pure and untainted. It was said that she was devastatingly beautiful, but how could mortals understand her beauty?
Her skin was as fair as snow and could be broken by the wind.
Her figure was even, slender, and exquisite.
There seemed to be no filth in the mortal world on her body. There was no trace of the mortal world on her face.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps. She put down the painting happily and shouted, "Father, are you looking for me?" She turned around and saw an old Daoist priest with an ox nose. She could not help but be stunned. Her phoenix-like eyes were filled with suspicion.
Only then did Su Hu turn around behind Yang Jian. His eyes were a little turbid, and the complicated emotions contained in them were caught by Yang Jian.
Eh? Why is this old fellow looking at my daughter with an obsession and reluctance to part with her?
It's as if … he's looking at his beloved woman …
Yang Jian sighed in his heart.
When the forest is big, there are all kinds of birds. The Shang Dynasty is really full of talented people.
"Ahem." Yang Jian placed his hands behind his back and looked up at the top of the hall. "Marquis, who is this?"
"Oh." Su Hu immediately turned his head away. When he turned his head back, he had already regained his original clarity. There was a hint of alcohol on his body. Su Hu hurriedly said, "Exalted Immortal, this is my daughter. Her name is Daji. Daji, quickly come and meet this otherworldly expert! "
Daji walked forward and bowed.
Yang Jian nodded calmly. His eyes flickered as he looked at Daji.
A wisp of demonic aura condensed into a small fox tail and wrapped around Su Daji's wrist.
That should be the "backup" left behind by the vixen of the Xuanyuan Tomb. When the time was right and he could use Daji, he would possess Daji.
Moreover, the demonic wind came from the north but went to the south. This meant that the vixen of the Xuanyuan Tomb was not only eyeing Su Daji, but also had other choices.
The Nine-Tailed Demon Fox's goal was very simple. It was to get close to Di Xin and cause chaos in the imperial court. It would follow Goddess Nuwa's orders and speed up the collapse of the Shang Dynasty.
"Greetings, Exalted Immortal."
"Yes, there's no need for formalities." Yang Jian waved his hand but did not look at Daji at all. He did not want Su Hu to be "jealous".
Yang Jian looked at Su Hu and said, "Marquis, excuse me."
"There's no need. Exalted Immortal, please take a seat." Su Hu pulled Yang Jian to the main seat and sat on the guest seat. He said gently to Daji, "Daughter, wait in the pavilion in the garden behind the hall. I have something to discuss with the Exalted Immortal."
"Yes, Father."
Su Daiji bowed and replied softly. Then, she turned around and left.
Yang Jian sat on the main seat and pondered quietly for a while. After Su Daji left, Yang Jian said, "She's being pestered by a demon."
Su Hu immediately turned pale with fright, and his voice became sharper, "Monster? What demon!?! "
His daughter was his life. She usually did not even take a step out of the door. How could she be pestered by a demon?
Yang Jian pinched his fingers and deduced. "It's a vixen. She came from the north. Perhaps she has taken a fancy to your daughter's beauty and wants to possess her."
Possess? Possess?
Su Hu's legs went limp and he almost knelt on the ground. He grabbed Yang Jian's arm and his lips trembled. "Exalted Immortal, please save my daughter's life. Please save my daughter's life! Even if I lose my life, I have to let her be safe and happy. Ancestors, what sin have I committed!?! "
"Marquis, don't be anxious. Why did I come here?" Yang Jian said calmly and raised his hand to grab his peach wood sword.
But suddenly, there was a loud bang coming from the back of the hall. It was followed by the howling of the wind.
Yang Jian suddenly stood up and looked at the back door of the side hall with a bewildered expression. Su Hu jumped up and rushed towards the back door.
Before Su Hu rushed out of the side hall, there were already screams coming from outside the hall. Many soldiers shouted and rushed to the back of the hall.
A delicate laughter was heard. Waves of demonic aura floated from all directions. Two graceful and enchanting figures appeared and disappeared outside the hall.
"Where did this old Daoist come from? How dare he meddle in our business?"
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