During the banquet in the palace, Yang Jian brought Lei Zhenzi to meet King Wu.
When King Wu learned that Lei Zhenzi was the hundredth son of King Wen and heard an old official report that Lei Zhenzi had saved the late king, he was surprised and happy. He pulled Lei Zhenzi to sit with him, drank and chatted, and recognized him as a brother.
"Come here, Lei Zhenzi. I'll introduce you to a few other brothers." Yang Jian brought Lei Zhenzi to meet Nezha and the other junior brothers. The third generation disciples of Chanism got along well and had a good time.
Lei Zhenzi's strange appearance was also ordered by King Wu not to be discussed inside and outside Xiqi. It was obviously a side effect of the immortal apricot, an imperfection of reaching heaven in one step.
Lei Zhenzi himself was very … shy.
He trusted Yang Jian and listened to everything he said. He felt that whatever Eldest Senior Brother said was right and what Eldest Senior Brother did was definitely wise. The admiration in his eyes was not concealed at all.
Thus, the only one who could fight among the third generation of Chanism was Wei Hu.
Yin Hong and Yin Jiao were, after all, the sons of Di Xin. After they left the mountain, they were tricked into helping the Shang Dynasty.
Among these third generation disciples, Yang Jian was the Eldest Senior Brother with his powerful strength and the advantage of being the first to enter the sect. He was trusted and relied on by everyone.
After the banquet of King Wu, Yang Jian held another tea party in the Yang Residence. He called all his fellow disciples to talk about the fun in cultivation and improve their relationship.
The third generation disciples of Chanism played until noon the next day before returning to the barracks.
Although King Wu recognized Lei Zhenzi as his brother, he only gave him some gold and a house as a reward after some consideration. He did not give him an official title, as if he was afraid that Yang Jian would hold a grudge.
In fact, Yang Jian did not care about this. He was only thinking about becoming a god. The riches and honor in the world were really fleeting.
As soon as he returned to the barracks, Huang Feihu rushed to discuss with Yang Jian. He said that Grand Preceptor Wen had put up a no-battle sign at noon and stationed the troops three hundred miles away.
Yang Jian smiled and said, "In King Wucheng's opinion, this Grand Preceptor is neither fighting nor retreating. What is his intention?"
"Feihu, I heard that Grand Preceptor has many Immortal friends in the Three Mountains and Five Peaks. He couldn't defeat the Prime Minister yesterday, so he must have gone to find help." Huang Feihu speculated, and it was not far from the truth.
Yang Jian pondered for a while and asked, "Can't we fight him just because he has a 'no fight' sign?"
"This …" Huang Feihu was stunned. Then, he looked at Yang Jian and smiled bitterly.
The Prime Minister seemed to have a thought again. He wanted to ignore the battle exemption sign and charge over. If there was no Grand Tutor Wen in the Shang army, the Shang army would naturally be in chaos.
"But isn't this against the rules?" Huang Feihu said in a deep voice, "If the two armies were to put up a 'no battle' sign in a battle, there might still be room to turn things around …"
"Is there any room for negotiation between the Shang army and our army?" Yang Jian's expression gradually turned serious. "He hangs up his no-battle sign, and I'll send my troops. King Wucheng, go and make arrangements. Instruct the three armies to catch him off guard. "
"But it's a distance of 150 kilometers. Even if we march quickly, it will only be noon tomorrow …"
"That's right. I forgot about that." Yang Jian smiled awkwardly.
This was purely a mistake. When he heard the no-battle sign, he had a sudden impulse and forgot that he was quite far away.
Wen Zhong went to call for help. He had to do something.
Yang Jian pondered for a while and immediately called for Nezha. The two of them rode a cloud out of the military camp sneakily. In the blink of an eye, they had traveled 150 kilometers.
Wen Zhong was indeed not a mediocre person. Looking from the sky, the Shang army's camp had vaguely been set up into a huge array formation. There were mountains behind them and rivers in front of them. If they really wanted to attack the camp, they would have nowhere to attack.
"Senior Brother, what are we doing here?"
"Naturally, it's to raid the camp," Yang Jian said calmly.
"Just the two of us?" Nezha was a little puzzled. "Didn't they say that killing mortals with Dao techniques will damage one's luck and fortune? They will also be punished by the Heavenly Dao …"
Yang Jian smiled and said, "We naturally don't have to kill mortals. Wen Zhong is really not in the camp. Do as I say and listen to me send a voice transmission to you."
Just as Nezha was a little puzzled, Yang Jian sent a voice transmission into his ears. Just like what he said and instructed, the big eyes on Nezha's delicate face gradually lit up.
Soon, the two of them split up. Yang Jian used a transformation technique to hide his figure, while Nezha called out from the sky.
"That's Xin Huan! I didn't have enough fun last time. Do you dare to fight me!?! "
In the Shang army, Deng Chanyu, who was in charge of commanding the three armies when Wen Zhong was not around, frowned slightly. Just as she was about to attack, Xin Huan, who had been slightly injured yesterday, had already soared into the sky.
"What's there to be afraid of!?!"
Deng Chanyu frowned slightly. He should be punished for going out without consulting the general.
"General!"
"Let him be," Deng Chanyu said softly. No one could tell whether she was happy or angry behind the mask. She was as cold as usual.
At that moment, Nezha and Xin Huan continued their battle yesterday. The Wind-Fire Wheels chased closely after the Wind-Thunder Wings, and the Golden Diamond Steel Hammer resisted the Fire-tipped Spear. The various camps of the Shang army looked up to watch the battle in the sky. Such an intense battle between immortals was rare.
Deng Chanyu pondered for a while and did not send a jade token to find the Grand Tutor. The Zhou Army was 150 kilometers away. The battle between Xin Huan and Nezha was more like a battle of courage and had nothing to do with the army.
A gray sparrow flew behind Deng Chanyu. Deng Chanyu suddenly turned around, scaring the two female guards behind her. They were at a loss.
"General, what's wrong?"
"Someone seems to be spying on us," Deng Chanyu said softly. Before she could finish speaking, she heard a miserable scream not far away. A group of soldiers rushed towards a tent.
That seemed to be the tent of a deputy general in the army?
"Let's go and take a look." Deng Chanyu walked forward. Her slender figure walked in the camp. The soldiers in the army lowered their heads and retreated when they saw her. They did not dare to look at her directly.
Deng Chanyu rushed to the front of the deputy general's tent in a few steps. She lifted the curtain and walked in. She saw that the ground was dripping with blood. The deputy general was rolling around in a pool of blood while covering his back …
"Quickly call the priests who are following the army! Who injured General Wang!?! "
The armored soldiers could not answer. They only said that General Wang was taking a nap when he suddenly roared.
Soon, the priests who were following the army checked General Wang's wounds and went outside the tent to report to Deng Chanyu. They said that General Wang was fine. However, there were two holes on his butt. There seemed to be an invisible hard object that could not be taken out.
Deng Chanyu frowned and called for the cultivators in the camp to investigate. They could not take out the invisible object on General Wang's butt.
The two holes were not deep and did not injure his muscles or bones. However, they could make it difficult for the deputy general to ride a horse or drive a carriage. It was very difficult for him to walk.
The medicine was useless, and the Spirit Pills were useless. Even if Deng Chanyu personally took action with a blushing face, she could not resolve the "invisible hard object" in General Wang's butt.
"Who dares to cause trouble!?!" Deng Chanyu was furious. Just as she was helpless about the injury, a few screams came from the army.
The messenger hurriedly ran away. Another general was injured for no reason.
Deng Chanyu immediately realized that something was wrong. However, before she could snap back to her senses, more than thirty generals of the Shang army suffered serious injuries on their buttocks. There were invisible "weapons" left in their wounds that could not be resolved.
That was not a weapon. It was just Yang Jian's Xuan Gang.
"Who's messing with our army!?!"
Deng Chanyu's shout spread throughout the army.
In the sky, Nezha and Xin Huan were still fighting fiercely. The Shang army camp was in chaos after more than thirty generals were attacked.
Without a general, they would be a motley crew.
The person who had secretly attacked seemed to be messing around, but he had accurately seriously injured the commanders of the Shang army.
The 700,000 to 800,000 troops of the Shang army were actually commanded by these generals. If these generals could not mount horses or even walk because their buttocks were seriously injured, how could they deploy hundreds of thousands of troops? What was the point of fighting?
Changing generals at the last minute?
Where could he find so many generals in a hurry? Even if he promoted a group of generals to lead the troops, he was afraid that the soldiers and generals would not be compatible, and the combat power of the army would be greatly reduced.
While Deng Chanyu was at her wits' end, dozens of generals were attacked.
The person who ambushed them did not take their lives. It seemed like he was just doing evil and was rather comical. It made people not know whether to laugh or cry. In fact, he was meticulous and ruthless. He hit the throat of their army.
Above her head, the outcome between Nezha and Xin Huan was about to be decided. Xin Huan was no match for Nezha and was in the sky above the Shang army. He did not dare to act recklessly. After fighting for hundreds of rounds, he was already at the end of his tether.
Deng Chanyu immediately felt troubled. Apart from ordering the entire army to be on guard, she had no way to deal with it.
It was not that she was too stupid. The enemy was too unexpected and did not care about the details …
"General Deng, come to the tent for a chat?"
A voice transmission entered her ears. The aura around Deng Chanyu instantly became chaotic. She looked around warily, but she could not see that figure.
She could not be more familiar with that voice. It was the Prime Minister of Zhou, Yang Jian!
In the tent?
Deng Chanyu pondered for a while and immediately looked at her tent. She could not help but feel worried.
She had already seen Yang Jian's mystical abilities more than once. She knew that no one in the Shang army was Yang Jian's match, so she might as well be more magnanimous.
Stepping forward, Deng Chanyu walked towards her own tent and dismissed the people around her.
If Yang Jian wanted to harm her, the guards would only die in vain.
"Without my orders, no one is allowed to approach the tent."
"Yes!"
Deng Chanyu took a deep breath and lifted the curtain to enter the elegantly decorated tent.
Indeed, the white-robed young man was standing behind the desk and writing something.
"Yang Jian?"
"General Deng, you have good taste." Yang Jian smiled and said, "There are even paintings of flowers and birds hanging in the military camp. It can be said to be elegant."
"Prime Minister Yang, are you here to taste flowers and discuss wine with me?" Deng Chanyu was straightforward. She took two steps forward and said, "Prime Minister, you treat my million-strong army as nothing. You're really bold."
"I don't deserve to be called bold." Yang Jian put down the brush in his hand, clapped his hands, and admired his "masterpiece". "I only came so comfortably because I felt that the Shang army could not kill me."
"In that case, the person who ambushed my general is the Prime Minister?"
"Of course." Yang Jian raised his left hand, and there was a seven-colored mystic light lingering on it. "Those generals from Chaoge City are used to living a comfortable life. They are really soft and tender. I forgot to tell you that my Xuan Gang is considered a unique secret technique. Ordinary people can't save them. "
"You!" Deng Chanyu was furious. "Such actions are not what a hero should do! I treated you in vain! I even admired you a little before! "
Yang Jian sighed and said, "I'm not ashamed of such actions. Moreover, the lives of mortals are like candles to me. However, the battle between the two armies is not a child's play. Since General Deng thinks that I'm being frivolous by injuring them, I'll go and take the lives of these generals. "
Deng Chanyu's expression changed. "What did I say!?!"
Yang Jian smiled calmly and did not say anything. Deng Chanyu looked at him for a long time before smiling dejectedly.
"Tell me, what do you want?"
Yang Jian said in a low voice, "I'll use the lives of these hundred generals to invite General Deng to join the Zhou Army. How about that?"
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