Mei.
In Yang Jian's impression, this word should be as clean and elegant as "I know it is not snow, because there is a hidden fragrance", or as "there is a special charm in the fragrance, and it is extremely pure and does not know the cold".
However, this deputy city lord of Plum City, Mei Linhan, had too much worldly aura. His words were filled with flattery and flattery.
Although the Great God-Conferment War had just begun, these cultivators had already sensed the complete rise of the Celestial Court.
Moreover, the Celestial Court had been the elites of the Three Thousand Worlds for countless years, and no one could say for sure how much strength and foundation it had.
After the Great God-Conferment, the disciples of the Dao Sect would enter the Celestial Court to become the righteous deities, and the Celestial Court would become the true ruler of heaven and earth, truly controlling the Three Realms.
Then, who was Yang Jian?
The nephew of the Jade Emperor! The Marshal of the Celestial Court! He was also the leader of the three generations of the Jade Void Palace under the Sage!
Even the Dragon Palace had directly used the Dragon Palace Princess to rope in Yang Jian before he had made a name for himself, let alone the "unruly" forces outside the imperial court.
It would be better if it was in the Three Thousand Worlds, such as the Tianfang Kingdom, and they could still compete with the Celestial Court.
However, this was in the five continents of the Primordial World. After the Great God-Conferment, the Celestial Court's purge of the five continents of the Primordial World was already a matter of fact.
They also had to think of a way out for themselves.
Yang Jian did not know who his six sworn brothers would be in the future, but in Yang Jian's opinion, there might be a few people at this table. At the very least, he had a good impression of Yao Gonglin, who was neither servile nor overbearing, and Zhang Boshi, who seemed rough but was actually meticulous.
Speaking of the surname "Mei", Yang Jian only knew a powerful figure of the demon race named "Mei Kongmei", who had schemed against him many times.
Although Yang Jian did not have any concrete evidence, he always felt that the quasi-sage who used the Blood Dissipating Divine Saber and almost killed him in the East Sea was Mei Kongmei.
Could this Mei Shan be related to Mei Kongmei?
He hadn't heard any trace of Mei Kongmei during this period of time. Could it be that she was secretly … preparing a big move?
Yang Jian wanted to sneak into Mount Meishan to investigate, but the twelve commanders had already been sent out. If he wanted to cultivate his own power, he couldn't do everything himself. He had to train his subordinates' ability to do things.
If the twelve commanders still couldn't restrain their hatred and battle intent when facing the Demon Race, then Yang Jian wouldn't entrust them with important tasks in the future. He would only treat them kindly.
In the Nine Pavilions of Plum City, a banquet was held. The guests and the host enjoyed themselves to the fullest, but the matter of sending troops had not been decided yet.
Although the generals were getting impatient, Mei Linhan kept saying that this matter had to be decided by the City Lord.
Yang Jian had just arrived, so he didn't want to steal the show. Therefore, he only expressed his desire to meet the City Lord of Plum City. He also wanted to stay in Plum City for a few days to see if the City Lord of Plum City would come out of seclusion.
After the banquet …
"Why don't you stay at my place for a few days?" Mei Linhan asked with a smile.
Yang Jian hesitated for a moment, then said with a smile, "May I know which building is City Lord Mei's residence?"
"It's in the city, in that tall pavilion."
"Oh, then I'll stay at General Gonglin's residence." Yang Jian smiled faintly. Mei Linhan's breath was stuck in his throat. He felt strangely suffocated.
Yao Gonglin was stunned at first, then he immediately replied with a smile, "My residence is a little simple and crude. I'm used to living a carefree life. I don't even have anyone to serve me."
Yang Jian said, "I also like seclusion."
Yao Gonglin wanted to decline, but Zhang Boshi ran over and punched Yao Gonglin. He scolded, "True Lord Erlang has given you face! If you want to stay at your place, then go to your place. Why are you still dawdling here?! "
"If that's the case." Yao Gonglin looked at the smiling Mei Linhan and nodded in agreement. "This way please, True Lord."
Yang Jian followed with his hands behind his back and left with Yao Gonglin and Zhang Boshi.
The generals of Plum City whispered to each other. They all said that Yao Gonglin was lucky to have a friendship with Yang Jian.
Mei Linhan also sighed with a smile. However, a cold glint quietly flashed across the depths of his eyes.
"Everyone, True Lord Erlang is staying in this city for a while. We have to support the city's defense. If anything goes wrong and we become a laughing stock in front of True Lord, don't blame me for not recognizing our old friendship."
"Yes!"
The generals received the order and left. They turned into streams of light and flew to various parts of Plum City.
Seven or eight people went outside the city, while four or five stayed in the city.
Mei Linhan went to the Castellan's residence in the center of the city. After walking in, there was no movement for half a day. The Castellan's residence was also protected by a powerful Dharma Formation. Not only could one not check it with their divine senses, even Daira Jinxian would have to go through a lot of trouble to break in.
Yao Gonglin, Zhang Boshi, and Yang Jian walked side by side. According to Yang Jian, the three of them each concealed their auras and strolled casually on the street.
"Perfected Lord, did you drink the plum wine here at the banquet just now?"
Yao Gonglin pointed at an ordinary-looking tavern and asked with a smile. Yang Jian shook his head with a smile and walked over happily.
Zhang Boshi laughed out loud and ordered two jars of plum wine in a heroic manner. The three of them sat on a small stool and drank to their heart's content.
In the Primordial World, it was impossible to not be able to drink well.
Yang Jian wiped the wine stains at the corner of his mouth and asked, "Did Gonglin also come from Plum Mountain?"
"That's right. Ah …" Yao Gonglin recalled what had happened in the past and smiled bitterly. "Perfected Lord, you might not know … I've forgotten how long ago it was. It was probably in the ancient times. Our human tribe fled to Plum Mountain …"
Yao Gonglin's eyes turned red when he talked about the past. He could not help but sigh.
At the end of the ancient times, the demon race fought to the death and slaughtered the human race to obtain their souls to refine the Wu-killing Divine Weapon. The human race suffered a disaster. Many tribes had experts to protect them and fled.
That was how the Plum Mountain came to be.
After this lineage found Plum Mountain, they used a huge array formation to seal it. They even relied on the experts of the tribe to survive the calamity. The heroes who had fought against the demon army before it was weak were Yao Gonglin and the others' fathers.
That battle was very tragic. Their tribe suffered heavy losses. Fortunately, the Wu people and the demon race broke out in advance. After the world was in turmoil for a few Yuanhui, it gradually calmed down.
Yao Gonglin, the dozen or so generals who had been sitting with Yang Jian, including Mei Linhan, were actually the first batch of cultivators of the Plum Mountain tribe who had obtained immortality after the ancient times.
It was a very long period of peace and tranquility. The Plum Mountain tribe gradually prospered. Their lives were prosperous, and the mortals were healthy. The Immortal Dao was prosperous. Everyone could cultivate immortality. Those with potential could be taught wonderful techniques.
When the five continents were restored, the era of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors ushered in the glorious era of the human race. The Plum Mountain lineage also paid tribute to every "common ruler of the world" and had never left the human race.
Later, the Wu people hid in the North Continent, and the demons struggled in the cracks of the five continents. The Plum Mountain was remote and had a dangerous terrain. It also had a complete dragon vein that could accumulate luck. Therefore, it was targeted by the demon race and they plotted to occupy it.
A great war broke out without warning.
It was precisely because the Meishan tribe had nothing to do and was celebrating peace and prosperity that they were caught unprepared by the demonic army. Some demonic Sage-to-be even made a move and forced the allied forces of the human race to retreat, leaving the Meishan tribe isolated and helpless.
That war only lasted a few days and nights. The Plum Mountain was burned to the ground, and the entire tribe was almost wiped out overnight!
In the Plum Mountain at that time, there was a peak expert of the Daira, Mei Sanluo, who was only half a step away from the demi-saint level. Before he was killed by the powerful figures of the demon race, he split the Plum Mountain with one palm and broke the dragon vein. He would rather die than give the demon race any chance to revive.
Since ancient times, the demon race and the human race could not coexist!
In the eyes of many cultivators of the Mei Mountain tribe, it was a great insult to their ancestors that the cultivation sects of the Center Continent turned a blind eye to the demon race in the Barbarian Land!
Some hatred could not be forgotten.
After the battle of the Plum Mountain, only about a thousand mortals and a hundred cultivators escaped. They were led by the current City Lord of Plum City, who was also Mei Kongluo's only daughter, Mei Guihun. They found a place to recuperate and reproduce. Gradually, they became a force again.
Mei Guihun was not the original name of the City Lord. It was a name he changed before he built the Plum Mountain. It implied that the Plum Mountain tribe had returned to their hometown.
"I still remember that day, when we arrived at the foot of the Plum Mountain, the City Lord drew a flag." Yao Gonglin's eyes were filled with tears. "There was a plum flower on the flag. Then, the City Lord used the blood from his heart to dye the plum flower red!"
"Now that you mention it, I want to meet the City Lord even more." Yang Jian raised his wine cup. "To the Mei Mountain Lord."
"Thank you, Perfected Lord!"
It was that person who raised his cup and drank together. After drinking, they looked at each other and smiled. Yao Gonglin wiped the corners of his eyes and smiled in embarrassment.
"I've embarrassed myself in front of you, Perfected Lord."
Yang Jian frowned and said, "Then why can't we attack the Plum Mountain now?"
"Ah, speaking of this, it's not that the men are not good at fighting." Zhang Boshi sighed. "In terms of military strength, we are on par with the demon soldiers on the Plum Mountain. In terms of battle formations and treasures, we are not inferior to them at all. However, after so many years and so many battles, every time we reach the most crucial moment, there will always be mistakes. "
Yang Jian frowned and said, "Could it be the deterrence of the demon race's mighty figures?"
Yao Gonglin shook his head and said, "In the past Yuanhui, many mighty figures of the human race have come to help. The number of experts is considered balanced."
At that moment, Yao Gonglin and Zhang Boshi were already peak Golden Immortal cultivators. As they led troops into battle all year round, their cultivation was inevitably delayed.
Zhang Boshi snorted and said, "I just feel that there's a spy from the demon race among us!"
"Boshi!" Yao Gonglin glared at Zhang Boshi. "What nonsense are you spouting!?! Which of us doesn't have a blood feud with the demons? Which of us hasn't fought together until now? Don't go crazy after drinking! If others hear about it, you will have committed a huge sin! "
Zhang Boshi grunted a few times. His beard was filled with dissatisfaction and grievance, but he did not say anything about it.
Yang Jian said from the side, "Tell me in detail what went wrong every time."
"Perfected Lord, do you know the art of battle formations?"
"I know a little."
"In that case, I'll explain in detail to you. Let's talk about the three battles of the Plum Mountain."
Yao Gonglin dipped his finger in some wine and drew a mysterious and complicated battle array diagram on the table. Yang Jian looked at it carefully and looked rather serious, but he muttered in his heart.
These battle arrays were completely different from the ones he had seen in the Celestial Court's battle array book.
The Primordial World was too big. He knew too little.
…
Mei City, the City Lord's Mansion.
Mei Linhan hurriedly walked to a heavily guarded small courtyard and stopped at the entrance.
"Does the City Lord show any signs of coming out of seclusion today?"
"No," the gatekeeper answered respectfully.
Mei Hanlin paced back and forth, his expression becoming more and more worried. Finally, he stomped his feet.
"No, I'll go and call her out of seclusion!"
"Deputy City Lord!"
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