After the Nine Bends Yellow River Array, the experts of the two sects became much more obedient. Yang Jian's worries were all about the politics and military affairs of the Zhou Dynasty, so he was happy to work.
He naturally did not have any thoughts about the riches of the human world. However, he could not turn the Zhou Nation into a mess just because he had snatched Jiang Shang's position.
Deep in his bones, Yang Jian always had a kind of unyielding spirit.
Originally, compared to "himself", every time he could not endure the pain when he broke through, he would always have the thought of not admitting defeat.
How could he be inferior to the Erlang God that he knew? How could he be inferior to Jiang Shang?
It was because of that thought in his Dao heart that Yang Jian managed the heavy government affairs in an orderly manner and provided sufficient support for the Zhou Army's Eastern Expedition.
Most cultivators of the Dao Sect were indifferent to fame and fortune and focused on cultivating their character. However, Yang Jian had taken the path of becoming a Saint with his body. His Dao heart did not need to pursue a calm state.
From this aspect, the Essence Soul Dao required a calm Dao heart to comprehend the world and ponder the Great Dao between the world. One had to integrate oneself into it and transcend it. That was the Saint realm.
Slaying the Three Corpses was just a way for the Essence Soul Dao to become a Saint. It was not a necessary path.
As for Yang Jian's cultivation of his body, it was more like cultivating himself. He used his body to create a Great Dao that pierced through the Dao laws of the world and entered the ranks of the Great Dao. Only then could he achieve the Dao with strength …
Although that realm was still quite far away, it was still beneficial to think more about it.
After relaxing a little, Yang Jian began to think about the "mount".
At that moment, in the Primordial World, anyone with some face would have a mount. Moreover, the stronger the mount and the higher its character, the brighter the owner's face would be.
The Saint's mount was a green ox. Goddess Nuwa did not have a mount, but she had a Connate numinous treasure carriage.
Generally speaking, mounts had to be ferocious and powerful. The best choice was naturally the Primordial World's mutated beasts, such as the Celestial Dog Howling. If not for the fact that riding a dog was too undignified, Yang Jian would not have been so conflicted.
What was suitable to ride?
Dragon, phoenix, and Qilin? Dragons were his wife's race. At most, she could find a dragon as a mount. Otherwise, it would affect the relationship between him and the Dragons.
There were too few members of the Phoenix Clan. He had already taken Feng Wu and Feng Shan back home. If he found another Phoenix as a mount, Kong Xuan would probably come over and fight him …
Qilin …
Yang Jian was actually quite fond of Wen Zhong's Black Qilin. However, the Black Qilin had wholeheartedly protected its master and had died in battle with Wen Zhong. Wen Zhong had entered the God Decree, and a wisp of the Black Qilin's Essence Soul had also entered the Decree. In the future, they would never separate.
Was he really going to fool Bai Ze?
Senior Bai Ze … forget it. How could he treat a fellow Daoist like a mount?
As Yang Jian thought about it, he looked at the immortals of Jie School.
But then, Yang Jian realized another problem …
Should he get a male mount or a female mount? Most mounts could transform. What if he rode a male dragon all day, rode it to the battlefield during the day, and transformed into a human at night to drink and have fun with him?
Yang Jian suddenly felt a little restless …
Find a female mount? That's a little ridiculous.
Since he could not do anything, Yang Jian decided to let the matter go.
That monkey had the Somersault Cloud as a companion. In the future, he would definitely have a satisfactory mount.
In the future, he would have to ask around and see where there were Qilins. It would be best if they were Fire Qilins or Cloud Qilins. The former was domineering, while the latter was elegant. They were not bad.
More than a month after the Nine Bends Yellow River Array.
In the Zhou Nation, half of the people who had moved to the west of the Qi Mountain had moved back. Yang Jian ordered the immortal soldiers in the Yang Residence to go out and help the mortals farm and build, quickly restoring the vitality of the eastern part of the Zhou Nation.
In the Azure Dragon Pass of the Shang Dynasty, the military power gradually increased. Deng Jiugong was rather good at managing the army, and the morale of the Shang army gradually stabilized. Their fear of the Zhou army gradually disappeared.
After all, the matter of hundreds of thousands of Shang troops being wiped out by the Zhou army had already spread throughout the South Continent.
Ever since the battle between the Yellow Emperor and Chi You, there were few battles where an army was wiped out. Yang Jian had ruthlessly killed Wen Zhong's troops. Although the total loss to the Shang army was not too serious, it was like a sharp sword that slashed the chest of the dying Shang Dynasty.
The kind where blood splattered three feet high.
The five passes were empty, and they had no choice but to deploy troops from everywhere. However, not many of the 800 vassals were loyal to Chaoge City. It was difficult to borrow the troops of the vassals. The Shang Dynasty still had to leave troops to defend Chaoge City in all directions to prevent the other vassals from taking the opportunity to cause trouble …
If he was not in charge, he would not have known Wen Zhong's predicament.
On Yang Jian's side, the destiny of the Zhou Nation was flourishing. From the Martial King to the people, they seemed to have condensed into a rope. They kept repelling the Shang Dynasty's crusade. Apart from exhausting the Shang Dynasty's troops, they also greatly boosted the morale of the Zhou Army.
Now, the Zhou Army's expedition to the east was certain. An endless stream of troops gathered at the border of the Zhou Nation.
Deng Jiugong had not slept for a few days. He had been busy outside Azure Dragon Pass and had been setting up various obstacles. He wanted to exhaust the Zhou Army's troops and morale when the Zhou Army advanced east.
What did it mean to have a rainy night?
Just as Deng Jiugong finished setting up the fortifications, Chaoge City sent the King's decree.
Di Xin encouraged Deng Jiugong, but he urged Deng Jiugong to send troops to the west as soon as possible to avenge the Grand Tutor, Wen Zhong.
After Deng Jiugong received the decree, he let out a long sigh and asked the messenger to bring a heartfelt letter back to the King of Shang. He said that this place was in a difficult situation and that it was difficult to advance west.
However, this letter appeared on Yang Jian's desk half a day later …
In Chaoge City, Yang Jian had made more than one arrangement.
Before the letter reached Fei and You Zhong, it was intercepted by a courier and sent to the military camp at the border of the Zhou Nation.
The messenger who sent the letter was secretly dealt with by Fei Zhong.
When Nezha received the letter, he immediately called for his friends and flew to Yang Jian's residence together. He took the opportunity to stroll around.
"This Deng Jiugong is a knowledgeable person." Jinzha smiled and said, "Although he's only a mortal, he knows the changes in the military situation. It's not easy."
Nezha asked, "Eldest Brother, do you also know about the military situation?"
"I learned from Father for a few years. I know a little."
Yang Jian took the opportunity to shift the topic to Li Jing. "Has Commander Li given in?"
Jinzha and Muzha looked at each other and looked ashamed. Muzha said, "Father also knows that fate is in Zhou. However, he still feels that Di Xin did not let him down. Therefore … he did not reply to us."
Jinzha hurriedly said, "Eldest Senior Brother, don't worry. We will definitely be able to persuade Father."
"Yes!" Ne Zha nodded with a firm expression.
Yang Jian pondered for a while and wrote a line of words on a piece of cloth. "Nezha, take this and show it to your father. See if it's effective."
Nezha leaned closer to take a look and read softly, "Soldiers do not betray the general, officials do not betray the monarch, loyalty does not betray righteousness, who does not betray the people of the world?"
Muzha and Jinzha were deep in thought. Yang Jian smiled and said, "Try using the righteousness of the people. Your father might just be embarrassed. Just give him a way out."
Nezha nodded, not understanding.
Yang Jian glared at Nezha. "Don't tell your parents what I said just now!"
"Senior Brother, I'm not a Heavenly Transformation! How can I be so stupid!?! "
Nezha rolled his eyes and took off the cloth. He stepped on the Wind-Fire Wheels and flew out of the study, heading straight for the East Ocean.
Yang Jian gave Jinzha and Muzha two military orders and asked them to leave with Nezha.
In less than half a month, Deng Jiugong would have no choice but to lead the army out of seclusion to attack Xiqi …
A series of plans appeared in Yang Jian's mind. He did not just want to recruit Deng Chanyu to improve the atmosphere in the Zhou Army.
He was thinking about how to take Deng Jiugong and the 100,000 elite soldiers that Deng Jiugong had brought out of the Three Mountain Pass into the Zhou Army.
Deng Jiugong and Deng Chanyu were not formidable enemies. It was enough to let his junior brothers gain experience. With Nangong Shi and the other generals at the front and Huang Feihu at the back, there was no need to worry.
He closed his eyes and cultivated for a while. When he opened his eyes, it was already the morning of the next day.
It was raining outside the window. It was rare for it to rain in Xiqi. The first thing that Yang Jian thought of was that it was good for farming.
He did look like a prime minister.
He stood up and walked to the corridor outside the door. He looked at the misty world with his hands behind his back. He felt peaceful and comfortable.
…
Hualong Mountain, Flying Cloud Cave. This was the place of the 12 Golden Immortals of Chanism, Ju Liusun.
Ju Liusun was considered average among the twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect in terms of ability and reputation. However, he was good friends with Manjushri, Samantabhadra, and Cihang. Therefore, he was disliked by Guangchengzi and other senior and junior brothers. Few immortals came to this place, so it was very quiet.
Ju Liusun had a disciple whose Daoist name was Tu Xingsun. He specialized in controlling the earth and escaping through the earth.
Back then, when the Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning was explaining the God-Conferment Tribulation in the Jade Void Palace, he ordered his disciples to accept disciples to block the disaster. Ju Liusun casually accepted this disciple and taught him a few Daoist techniques. He used immortal pills and mystical powers to increase his power and no longer cared about him.
In the Nine-Turn Yellow River Formation, he was afraid that Ju Liusun's Daoist skills would be damaged, so he closed his door after returning to the mountain.
Tu Xingsun had long heard that Yang Jian and the other senior brothers were famous in the South Continent. He wanted to join them like Jinzha and Muzha, but his master did not mention it, so he did not dare to ask.
Could it be that Master is afraid of embarrassing me because I'm short and small, so he doesn't let me go to the South Continent?
This thought surfaced in Tu Xingsun's heart. This thought was like a demon that became more and more deeply rooted in his Dao heart. His heart was filled with indignation.
On this day, Tu Xingsun was still cultivating the Earth Manipulation Technique and the Five Elements Daoist techniques in the Dragon Clamping Mountain. Suddenly, he had a sudden impulse and escaped thousands of kilometers into an immortal mountain.
He had nothing to do, so he wandered around the place. After his spiritual sense sensed that there was an array formation set up there, he did not think much about it and planned to return to the Dragon Clamping Mountain to continue cultivating.
"Could it be that Master really doesn't want me to make contributions with my senior brothers because of my external appearance?" Tu Xingsun sighed softly.
If that's the case, Master can just teach me some transformation techniques!
Tu Xingsun had a furious expression. Then, he stomped his feet as if he was venting his anger, shattering the mountain within a thousand feet, causing a cluster of trees to collapse.
"Forget it, this is fate."
Tu Xingsun let out a long sigh and was about to use his escape technique to burrow into the ground.
At that moment, a figure flashed out of the immortal mountain. Light swirled in his eyes, and his fingers kept pinching.
"Little Daoist! Please wait! "
Little?
Tu Xingsun's face was immediately filled with anger. He turned his head and roared, "Your ancestor is the little one!"
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