The sun rose in the east and shone brightly. In front of the Shang Palace, he watched Lu Bu fight the three heroes …
Yang Jian pursed his lips and smiled. He felt a little emotional.
Although Di Xin was tyrannical, his bravery was worthy of the title of the Human Emperor.
Unfortunately, the destruction of the Shang Dynasty and the Great Tribulation of the Dao Sect were implicated. No matter how brave a mortal was, he could not compare to a small Dharma spell of the Dao Sect's immortals.
When Huang Feihu fought with Di Xin, he looked ashamed and his heart was in a mess. He was naturally not Di Xin's match. Fortunately, the four generals were protecting him from the side. That was why Di Xin did not behead him.
After fighting for a while, a large number of elite soldiers surrounded the street. Di Xin slashed at Huang Feihu's shoulder and almost removed his right arm. Huang Feihu originally wanted to die today, but he was protected by the four generals and retreated.
Di Xin did not chase after him. He only sneered and ordered the armored soldiers to capture Huang Feihu before returning to the palace.
However, Di Xin clearly ignored King Wucheng's prestige in the army. Zhou Ji and Huang Ming shouted along the way, "King Zhou is tyrannical. He forced the Jia family to death, killed Consort Huang, and forced his subjects to rebel." The armored soldiers pretended to slack off and allowed King Wucheng and the other four to rush out of the west gate of Chaoge.
Yang Jian pondered. Could this Zhou Ji be a "spy" that West Qi had arranged in Chaoge?
Why didn't he remember such an arrangement?
As the Prime Minister of Zhou Kingdom, of course, Yang Jian had to protect this general when he surrendered to Xiqi. He followed them along the way and sometimes secretly helped them, so that the pursuers and ambushers could not stop Huang Feihu and his entourage.
After running for more than half a day, Grand Tutor Wen returned to Chaoge City. When he heard about this, he cursed Di Xin.
Di Xin was only afraid of Grand Tutor Wen. He could only nod and agree. However, a minister reported to the Grand Tutor that Huang Feihu had led the generals to rebel and fight against the palace and His Majesty. He had already violated the rules.
Grand Tutor Wen could not protect Huang Feihu. He was also afraid that Huang Feihu would return to West Qi. He could only sigh and send someone to send an order. He ordered the three generals of Azure Dragon Pass, Lintong Pass, and Beautiful Dream Pass not to let Huang Feihu go.
Then, Grand Tutor Wen ordered a troop of horses, mounted the Black Qilin, and chased out of the west gate.
Huang Feihu's journey to the west was fraught with obstacles.
Yang Jian secretly protected him and stopped some incompetent troops, but he couldn't let Huang Feihu directly rush to West Qi.
When they arrived at Mianchi City, Grand Tutor Wen was about to catch up with them. The commander-in-chief of Qinglong Pass, Zhang Guifang, led his men to the left wing. The commander-in-chief of Lintong Pass, Zhang Feng, led his men to block them from the front. The four generals of the Mo family from Jiaomeng Pass charged from the right wing.
Huang Feihu was sitting on the Rainbow Divine Ox. How could he not understand the military situation? He looked at his seven-year-old son, Huang Tianxiang, and smiled bitterly.
"Today, will I, Huang Feihu, die here?"
Yang Jian scratched his head on the cloud. He wondered if he should directly appear and fight Wen Zhong and the four generals of the Mo family, or use other methods to help Huang Feihu leave.
The four generals of the Demon family were not too difficult to deal with. However, Wen Zhong, the third-generation disciple of the Jie School, was present. If he acted rashly, he might even attract the big shots of the Jie School. Huang Feihu would be in an even more dangerous situation.
"Disciple-Nephew Yang Jian, why are you here?"
A chuckle came from behind. Yang Jian turned his head and saw a handsome Daoist flying over from the sky.
It was the Perfected Lord of Qing Xu Dao, who was ranked last among the twelve Golden Immortals of Chanism.
Yang Jian heaved a sigh of relief. He smiled bitterly and said, "I'm doing my job. I'm not as carefree as Uncle-Master."
"Hahaha," the Perfected Lord of Qing Xu Dao laughed and arrived beside Yang Jian. He lowered his head and looked down.
Huang Feihu's troops were hiding in the forest, but they were surrounded from all sides. It was impossible for them to escape.
The Perfected Lord of Qing Xu Dao Virtue said, "Disciple-Nephew's recent actions in West Qi have been praised by the senior brothers. Today, Huang Feihu and I are fated. His son, Huang Tianhua, is my disciple. I have to save him. "
Yang Jian smiled. He hesitated to attack just now because he was alone and afraid of falling into a trap.
Now that this Uncle-Master was present, even if the sky collapsed, the senior would be the first to hold it. He had no fear.
"Uncle-Master, hold the line for me. I'll go and chase away the pursuers."
"Why go through so much trouble?" The Perfected Lord of Qing Xu Dao waved his hand and a flag appeared in his hand.
The Connate numinous treasure, the Primordial Flag!
"Go!" The Perfected Lord of Qing Xu Dao Virtue pointed at the ground. The Primordial Flag turned into a gray aura and covered the forest in the blink of an eye.
A breeze blew and the gray fog in the forest dissipated. The Huang family's generals and carriages were gone.
Yang Jian smiled bitterly.
No matter how many treasures he had, he was still jealous of such a Connate numinous treasure.
"Wen Zhong is good at commanding troops. If I don't transfer him away, Huang Feihu really won't be able to escape." The Perfected Lord of Qing Xu Dao pondered for a while and took out a gourd. He opened the gourd and pinched some divine sand. He threw it into the distance and it immediately turned into a group of troops that sped towards the east.
The Shang army met in all directions, but they could not find a single strand of Huang Feihu's hair.
Wen Zhong rode the Black Qilin and flew into the sky. He circled for hundreds of kilometers and asked the three commanders. The three commanders said that they did not see Huang Feihu and the others.
Suddenly, he heard a report from a scout that Huang Feihu had led his family generals towards Chaoge City.
Wen Zhong was shocked. Even though he was a god at commanding troops, he did not expect that the Perfected Lord of Qing Xu Dao Virtue would secretly plot against him. He immediately ordered the three armies to return to their respective passes. The headquarters turned back and headed straight for Chaoge City.
When the four armies retreated, the Perfected Lord of Qing Xu Dao summoned two yellow-scarved strongmen and carried the Primordial Flag to the main road.
The gray gas appeared again. Huang Feihu and the others appeared outside Lintong Pass. All of them seemed to have woken up from a dream. They did not know what had happened and could only say that the heavens would help a good person and head towards Lintong Pass.
The Perfected Lord of Qing Xu Dao Virtue sent out a jade talisman. It was probably to summon Huang Tianhua. Yang Jian did not ask and he did not say.
The 'Little Junior Brother' of the twelve Golden Immortals floated in the sky with Yang Jian. They watched the battle between Huang Feihu and Lintong Pass' commander Zhang Feng. They were not in a hurry and only closed their eyes to rest.
When Yang Jian saw this, he followed suit. He sat on the cloud and closed his eyes to rest, waiting for the changes below.
Zhang Feng ordered his subordinate, Xiao Yin, to use 3,000 longbowmen to kill Huang Feihu and the others at night. Unexpectedly, Xiao Yin was once Huang Feihu's subordinate and Huang Feihu was indebted to him. He killed Zhang Feng and opened the gate, letting Huang Feihu off Lintong Pass.
The Perfected Lord of Qing Xu Dao Virtue and Yang Jian stood up at the same time and followed on the cloud.
"Martial Nephew, have you been slacking in your cultivation recently?"
"Not at all. Every day, I use my incarnation to deal with Zhou's political affairs while my real body is in seclusion." Yang Jian said gloomily, "Unfortunately, I'm stuck at a bottleneck and my cultivation is fruitless."
The Perfected Lord of Qing Xu Dao Virtue laughed and teased, "You can be considered to be stuck at a bottleneck. If I let you advance triumphantly, I'm afraid it won't take long before I'm inferior to you."
"Martial Uncle, you must be joking."
"What bottleneck is it?" The Perfected Lord of Qing Xu Dao Virtue said, "I've studied the Eight-Nine Arcane Art that you're cultivating. Based on your combat strength, could it be that you don't know how to break through to the eighth tier?"
Yang Jian scratched his head and said, "I've just reached the fifth tier."
The Perfected Lord of Qing Xu Dao Virtue was stunned. He turned to glare at Yang Jian, his delicate face filled with surprise. "How did Senior Brother Yuding teach such a freak like you! Could it be that you're not cultivating the Eight-Nine Arcane Art? "
Yang Jian smiled helplessly. He knew that the Perfected Lord of Qing Xu Dao Virtue was on his side, so he did not hide it. He told the Perfected Lord of Qing Xu Dao Virtue how he cultivated the Arcane Art. The Perfected Lord of Qing Xu Dao Virtue fell silent again.
"This is really … I didn't expect the Eight-Nine Arcane Art to be so mystical. Martial Nephew, you're indeed extraordinary. What's your bottleneck? "
Yang Jian said, "I've perfected the Eight-Nine Accumulation Pearl. However, I have some ideas on how to break through the limit of the fifth tier, but I'm not confident at all."
"Oh? Why don't Martial Uncle help you think about it? "
Yang Jian did not hide anything and told him all the ideas that he had thought of in the past few years.
Unknowingly, the two of them followed Huang Feihu to the Tong Pass. Chen Tong, the general guarding the Tong Pass, had once served under Huang Feihu. He should have been beheaded for committing a crime, but Huang Feihu spared him. He had always been jealous.
Chen Tong had a Dharma treasure called the 'Fire Dragon Target', which had a 100% accuracy. Chen Tong fought with Huang Feihu for a long time. His martial arts skills were inferior to Huang Feihu's, so he hit his horse as he ran.
Huang Feihu rode on the old bull and chased after him. Halfway through, Chen Tong suddenly released the Fire Dragon Target. Huang Feihu could not react in time and was hit in the chest. He died.
A certain pair of Martial Uncle and Martial Nephew who were discussing the Dao on the cloud paused and looked down. They saw that Huang Feihu was already lying on the ground without any signs of life. They could not help but look at each other.
"Uncle-Master, what should we do?"
"Hmm … It's fine. Your junior brother is here. It's good to let him save Huang Feihu."
It was also rather casual.
As they spoke, Perfected Lord Qing Xu raised his hand and grabbed. A child came from the sky with a flower basket. He had a delicate face and if not for his hairstyle, he would really be mistaken for a woman.
"Master! I've just received your jade talisman and am on my way here. Senior Brother Yang Jian! "
The child was overjoyed and bowed to Yang Jian with a Dao salute. His voice was also rather … delicate.
Indeed, the disciple was like the master.
After Yang Jian greeted him, Perfected Lord Qing Xu hurriedly urged him to go down. "Go and save your father!"
"Master, who is my father?" Huang Tianhua asked curiously.
Yang Jian looked at Perfected Lord Qing Xu speechlessly. The latter smiled and explained how he had taken Huang Tianhua in as his disciple back then and how Huang Feihu had suffered today.
When Huang Tianhua heard that his mother had been killed by Di Xin and that his father was about to die, he immediately burst into tears.
The scene was very sad and beautiful.
At least Yang Jian still had some conscience. He pushed Huang Tianhua and said, "Hurry up and save your father!"
Huang Tianhua hurriedly flew to the ground.
Huang Feihu was grieving in the army. When he saw a Daoist boy carrying a flower basket, he hurriedly stopped him.
Huang Tianhua revealed his identity and rushed to Huang Feihu's side, who had died in battle. He sighed and took out immortal medicine from the flower basket. He ground half of it with water and fed it to Huang Feihu's corpse. He then applied the other half to his wound.
Then, Huang Tianhua used his Dharma powers to cut open the immortal medicine. After circulating his cultivation technique for two hours, Huang Feihu shouted.
"It hurts so much!"
He came back to life.
On the cloud, Perfected Lord Qing Xu and Yang Jian heaved a sigh of relief at the same time. The Uncle-Master and Disciple-Nephew looked at each other and laughed.
Huang Tianhua's family was reunited. Yang Jian handed the pearl containing the Jia family's soul to his Uncle-Master. Perfected Lord Qing Xu nodded with a smile. He took out a spirit branch and placed the Jia family's soul into it before handing it to Yang Jian.
"In 49 days, you will become a flower immortal. However, you have to remember that you can only let the Jia family meet after Huang Feihu enters West Qi. "
Yang Jian understood and nodded solemnly.
Below, Huang Tianhua took off his Daoist robe and put on his armor. He killed Chen Tong in a few moves and Huang Feihu and the others passed another test.
On the cloud, the Uncle-Master and Disciple-Nephew continued to discuss the Dao. Perfected Lord Qing Xu's spiritual comprehension was considered above average among the twelve Golden Immortals. He gave many suggestions to Yang Jian and gave Yang Jian great inspiration.
However, he did not find a way to help Yang Jian break through.
"This mystic technique … is really difficult to cultivate." Perfected Lord Qing Xu shook his head and sighed. "Disciple-Nephew, you should busy yourself with the matters of the mortal world first. I'll go back to the mountain and enter seclusion to study it for you. If I figure out the key, I'll tell you with the jade talisman."
Yang Jian nodded with a bitter smile. "Uncle-Master, thank you."
"It's alright." Perfected Lord Qing Xu looked at Yang Jian and said with a smile, "In the future, Uncle-Master might need your help. I'm going back."
"Farewell, Uncle-Master."
Yang Jian cupped his fists and bid farewell. He turned and flew back to West Qi.
Huang Feihu and the others were not far from the border of Zhou Nation.
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