At the banquet in Mei City, the Mayor of Mei City suddenly asked for benefits. What he meant was that if Mei City sent troops, Yang Jian would have to use 'treasures' in exchange.
This' treasure 'could refer to physical objects, such as spirit treasures, precious treasures, and a large number of spirit stones. It could also refer to promises and guarantees. As long as Yang Jian could move them, they would naturally send troops to help Yang Jian take down Mei Mountain.
Mei Gui Hun and Mei Lin Han's words had left the Plum City out of this matter. How could the generals of the Plum City sit and watch Yang Jian attack the mountain? They had a deep hatred for the Plum Mountain's demon, and they were ashamed to show their faces. If the news spread outside the mansion, everyone in the Plum City, from immortals to mortals, would be enraged.
This matter was not done openly enough.
Lü Chunyang was originally invited to receive Yang Jian. When he heard Mei Guihun's words, he couldn't help but want to leave.
He didn't have much face to lose here.
However, Yang Jian pulled Lu Chunyang back and said with a smile as if nothing had happened, "Brother, don't be impatient. I can understand that the two City Lords are just thinking about Plum City. Why are you angry?"
"Brother, you!" Lü Chunyang glared at Yang Jian. Yang Jian smiled and nodded.
"Sigh!" Lü Chunyang swept his sleeves and sat on a chair. He didn't look at the Second Mayor of Mei Clan.
Yang Jian's smile gradually disappeared. He said solemnly, "I'm a bit straightforward. There's no need to beat around the bush. Since I've borrowed troops to come here, I can't let Mei City bleed for nothing. If you have any requests, please tell me. As long as I can accept them, I won't bargain. "
"Good! Perfected Cultivator is a straightforward person, I won't hide anything. "Mei Linhan directly took over Mei City. He toasted to Yang Jian and said," How about we use Guan River as the boundary? After we conquer Mount Mei, the north side of Guijiang will be your garrison, and the south side of Guijiang will belong to Mei City. What do you think? "
Before Mei Linhan could finish his sentence, Zhang Boshi exploded in anger. He pointed at Mei Linhan's nose and shouted angrily, "Short-sighted! How short-sighted! "
"Zhang Boshi!" Mei Linhan scolded him with a cold face. "Don't forget the hierarchy! You have no right to speak here! "
"Seniority?" A general shook his head and stood up. He looked at Mei Linhan and suddenly laughed. His laughter was full of self-deprecation. "Now you're talking about seniority with us? Back when we were pioneering, you called us brothers!"
A slightly older uncle also said, "Lin Han, don't speak without thinking. The Immortal has already promised us that we can cultivate and settle down in Mount Mei. Why are you saying this to the Immortal now?"
Yang Jian sat there calmly, as steady as Mount Tai. There was a faint smile on his lips.
In fact, the crux of the problem was not the fief. The problem was that Mei Linhan did not seem to want him to get involved in the muddy waters of Mount Mei.
First, he said that he would only send half of the city's troops. Then, he proposed such harsh conditions to take away half of Yang Jian's garrison. At first, it seemed to be for the sake of Mei City. But after thinking about it carefully, it seemed to be a disguised way to force Yang Jian away.
If it were anyone else, how could they give up Mount Mei, which was their fief?
But when it came to Yang Jian, there were many variables. After all, in Lü Chunyang's opinion, Yang Jian's actions were often unexpected.
He shook his head and sighed. "It seems that Mayor Mei has a lot of misunderstandings. I need to make it clear. I only received the order to station troops in Mount Mei at the Hall of Enlightenment of the Celestial Court. It's not to give Mount Mei to me, like those secular dynasties. "
"Then, the Immortal means …"
"I'm only in charge of the garrison. What happens in Mount Mei has little to do with me. But if someone disturbs my barracks, don't blame me for being impolite. "
As Yang Jian spoke, his eyes were a little cold. Mei Linhan seemed to feel great pressure facing Yang Jian. When Yang Jian looked away, Mei Linhan's back was already covered in cold sweat. He secretly used an immortal spell to wipe it away.
"I was rude. Immortal, please don't blame me. Please don't blame me."
Mei Linhan laughed dryly and apologized. He sat down on his seat and looked down at his wine cup, as if nothing had happened.
In fact, Mei Linhan was really in a dilemma. He didn't know how to answer.
Yang Jian's move was very ingenious. He only said that the army would be stationed in Mount Mei, but he didn't say where it would be stationed. He also made it clear that outsiders were not allowed to disturb the military camp. If Yang Jian waved his hand and turned the entire Mount Mei into a military camp, then they wouldn't be able to do anything.
Lü Chunyang secretly gave Yang Jian a thumbs-up. Yang Jian pretended not to see it and asked directly, "Are you satisfied with my answer?"
"Of course," Mei Guihun said softly and met Yang Jian's gaze.
She said softly, "Then, Perfected Lord, when will you attack the mountain? I can get people to prepare in advance. "
"I'm also the one who will face the calamity of the South Continent. It's better to attack the mountain sooner rather than later." Yang Jian tapped his fingers on the table. "We cultivators are different from mortals. We don't care about food and fodder before the army moves. Why don't we start preparing now and attack the mountain tomorrow at noon?"
Mei Linhan glared at him. "Tomorrow at noon?"
Mei Guihun: "So soon?"
"Alright!" Zhang Boshi slammed the table and laughed. "I like men who are as fast as Perfected Lord!"
Yang Jian was rendered speechless.
You're fast.
Before Mei Guihun could reply, Yang Jian had already stood up and said, "Since there's still some time, I'll call for some helpers and invite the teachers. At noon, I'll sound the drum. I'll definitely get rid of the demons of Mei Mountain tomorrow! "
At the end of his words, Yang Jian's body emitted a strong aura. Mei Guihun's face was pale. How could she, who had a low cultivation level, resist Yang Jian's aura?
Although Mei Linhan tried her best to remain calm, she still could not say a word.
Yang Jian suddenly smiled like a spring breeze. "Everyone, I'll take my leave first. See you again at noon tomorrow."
"Perfected Lord, please!" Zhang Boshi shouted, feeling an inexplicable sense of pride.
He stood up and bid farewell. Yang Jian left and rode a cloud out of the door. Twelve streams of light flew up from the front yard and followed closely behind Yang Jian.
After Yang Jian left, Lü Chunyang stood up and put his hands behind his back. He looked at Mei Linhan and Mei Guihun with an unfriendly expression.
Lü Chunyang sneered and said softly, "Do the two of you think that since Yang Jian, the marshal of the Celestial Court and Perfected Lord Erlang, has taken over Mei Mountain, you won't have a share of it?"
"Uncle Lü, how dare we have such a thought?"
Mei Guihun sighed softly. There was some bitterness in her eyes. "I'm just afraid that the Mei Mountain branch will lose its foothold and become a rootless duckweed. I hope that the generals can understand my painstaking efforts. Don't think that I'm plotting against you. "
An old general sighed. "Governor, you're too kind. We're family after all."
A few generals also tried to comfort him, but most of the generals of Plum City had ugly expressions on their faces.
"Hmph!" Lü Chunyang swept his sleeves. "I really don't know whether to say that you're short-sighted or that you're frogs at the bottom of a well! You only have eyes for Mei Mountain! That's all I have to say. The demons of Mei Mountain will be destroyed today. There's no need for us to meet each other anymore. "
"Uncle Lü!"
"Goodbye!"
Lu Chunyang directly flew out from the banquet, stepping on his sword as he tore through the air.
He did not go anywhere else. Instead, he rushed back to his sect and deployed a group of experts. Then, he invited his good friends to come and help at noon the next day.
Lü Chunyang flew and threw out jade talismans along the way. He used all the connections he could and alarmed almost half of the Middle Continent.
As for Yang Jian, after leaving Plum City, he issued a few orders to the twelve commanders, then flew south at top speed.
He had seen Kunlun Mountain once from afar. However, he did not really enter it and stopped at the ancient road of pilgrimage.
Now, Yang Jian's cultivation was considered successful. He had made a name for himself in the Primordial World. Naturally, he did not need to walk to the Jade Void Palace step by step. He could just fly there.
After flying for four hours, Yang Jian felt a little tired. However, he heard immortal music in the sky. He looked up and saw a towering mountain. It seemed to have pierced through the Nine Heavens Imperial Court and stood above the clouds. There seemed to be vast smoke beneath it, and the sound of water rumbled.
Kunlun Immortal Mountain.
The Jade Void Palace was the Saint's Daoist site. If he was not fated to be there, even if Daira Jinxian dug three feet into the ground, he would not be able to see it.
However, a disciple like Yang Jian, who had never met but was highly regarded by the Saint, had returned to the mountain. A golden bridge flew out from Kunlun Mountain and led Yang Jian towards the palace hidden in the clouds.
What was an immortal tree? It was as magnificent as a treasure, as quiet as a jade carving. The brush was vigorous, and the pine and cypress were indistinguishable.
That scene was like a dream, real, and illusory.
Yang Jian followed the Golden Bridge and passed by like a flash of light. He did not take a closer look.
At the end of the Golden Bridge, there was a stone hall with an ajar door. There were two complicated ancient words on the hall. It was probably 'Jade Void'.
The Hollow Jade Palace was where he was based.
Yang Jian did not dare to be rude. He first bowed in front of the palace and walked towards the stone door with his head lowered.
The stone door slowly opened with him. Yang Jian cupped his hands in front of him, looked down at his feet, and walked into the stone hall.
"Disciple-Nephew Yang Jian, look up."
Huanglong Daoist's gentle voice sounded beside his ear. Yang Jian looked up and saw more than ten strange-looking teachers sitting in two rows in front of him. At the back was a jade statue of a man sitting upright. His face was blurry and unclear.
That was the statue of a Saint.
The stone hall was very big, but it also seemed very narrow. There were only simple reliefs and murals on the four sides. If one looked at the murals, one's mind would be in a trance. It was as if the stone hall was extending infinitely and forming a world of its own.
Hiroshige and Chijing Jing stood under the jade statue. Hiroshige said warmly, "Don't mention anything else. Come and greet our master first."
"Yes." Yang Jian did not dare to have any wild thoughts. With respect and yearning, he bowed in front of the jade statue.
After the ceremony, Hiroshige held his horsetail whisk and helped Yang Jian up.
"We already know why you're here," Hiroshige said with a smile. "Go and make other arrangements. If any mighty figures make things difficult for you tomorrow, we'll fight with them."
Yang Jian felt warm. He always felt that the world was cold. Only his master could rely on him at ease.
Yang Jian bowed and greeted the teachers before bidding farewell.
He first went to the East Ocean and then to the North Continent. Finally, after some thought, he went to the Celestial Court to meet Venus Taibai.
Originally, Yang Jian was still in a dilemma. Where should he borrow troops? The trip to Mei City made him feel a little depressed. He borrowed all the troops he could.
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