Du Xingsun was a disciple of Ju Liusun. Ju Liusun was similar to Manjusri and Randeng. If there was no change in the matter of entering Buddhism, he would be one of the seven Buddhas of the Buddhist Sect in the future.
That was different from Jinzha and Muzha. Jinzha and Muzha's father, Li Jing, was a disciple of Ren School. Nezha was also in Chanism. Jinzha and Muzha would not do badly regardless of whether they followed their respective masters to enter the Buddhist Sect or stayed in Chanism.
Although Jinzha's personality was a little gloomy, his personality was not bad. Muzha was even more carefree. It was quite rare.
However, Du Xingsun …
Yang Jian's dislike of him was mostly because of Du Xingsun himself.
Before he could calm down, Yang Jian had unknowingly walked to the tent where Du Xingsun was imprisoned. Two soldiers with good eyesight helped Yang Jian open the tent curtain, and Yang Jian walked in.
Du Xingsun was tied up by an immortal treasure rope and hung in midair. There were also more than ten talismans sealing his cultivation level, leaving him with no way out.
The moment Yang Jian arrived, Du Xingsun immediately began to struggle and let out whimpering sounds.
"Eldest Senior Brother … Eldest Senior Brother, I know I was wrong, Eldest Senior Brother!"
"What's wrong?"
"I shouldn't have listened to the scoundrel's provocation!" Du Xingsun's eyes turned red. "I really shouldn't have become enemies with all my senior brothers. Eldest Senior Brother, please let me go. This time, I will definitely be at your beck and call!"
Yang Jian smiled on the surface, but he sighed softly in his heart.
To put it nicely, Du Xingsun was adaptable. To put it bluntly, he had no integrity.
He subconsciously shirked responsibility and only said that he had been provoked by a traitor. He did not admit that there was something wrong with him and that he had compared Yang Jian, Nezha, and the other disciples.
Yang Jian did not point that out. With a wave of his hand, Du Xingsun landed on the ground.
However, Du Xingsun did not escape immediately. Instead, he quickly jumped up and hugged Yang Jian's thigh, kneeling beside Yang Jian's leg.
"Eldest Senior Brother, please take me in! If I return to the mountain like this, Master will definitely beat me half to death! "Du Xing Sun shouted," I'm willing to atone for my sins by meritorious deeds! "
Yang Jian smiled and said, "That's fine too. Get up first, I'll order someone to hold a banquet for you. Tomorrow, come to my tent and I'll arrange a task for you."
Du Xing Sun was overjoyed. He didn't want to let go of Yang Jian's leg.
It was good to have a big tree for shade. This Du Xing Sun saw that Yang Jian was highly skilled, but he relied on his status as a disciple of Chanism to cling onto him.
However, Yang Jian had no choice but to put on the demeanor of a Senior Brother. He softly comforted him and turned to leave the tent.
The corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched. He was unhappy, but he did not say anything to the others.
The night was peaceful. The next morning, Du Xing Sun was already waiting outside Yang Jian's tent.
Nezha, Huang Tianhua, and Jinzha stood in front of Du Xing Sun. They rubbed their palms together, clearly wanting to settle old scores with Du Xing Sun.
"Senior Brothers." Du Xing Sun smiled apologetically. "I've offended you previously. Senior Brothers, you can hit and scold me …"
"Hmph!" When Huang Tianhua heard Yang Jian's voice transmission, he swept his sleeves and made way. He did not want to say anything else.
Jinzha chuckled and stood up to be the peacemaker. "We're all disciples of Chanism. Now, we're all working hard for the rise of the Zhou Nation. Why should we take the past to heart? Why don't we bury the hatchet and work together in the future? "
Du Xing Sun immediately cupped his hands at Jinzha gratefully. Nezha rolled his eyes and retreated to the side with his Fire-tipped Spear.
"Hurry up and go in. How long did you make Eldest Senior Brother wait for you?"
"Yes, yes." Du Xing Sun apologized repeatedly. When he lowered his head, there was a hint of darkness in his eyes.
When Du Xing Sun heard that he was only given the title of "Deputy Vanguard" by Yang Jian, he was immediately displeased.
However, he did not dare to say anything. Perhaps it was because he was afraid of Yang Jian, or perhaps he had plans for the future. As a disciple of the Dao Sect, he actually kowtowed to Yang Jian.
"Junior Brother, please get up." Yang Jian raised his hand and lifted Du Xing Sun up with the Xuan Gang. "You and I are fellow disciples of the same sect. There's no need for such formalities."
"In the army, we should treat each other according to military etiquette." Du Xing Sun said a sentence that he had been pondering for a long time. Then, Du Xing Sun secretly observed Yang Jian's gaze and felt a little smug.
Indeed, although Eldest Senior Brother is more powerful, he also falls for flattery.
However, what Du Xing Sun did not know was that Yang Jian's smile was only forced. If Du Xing Sun could read minds, he would probably be able to hear Yang Jian's curses.
For a disciple of the Dao Sect to be so unscrupulous … he was truly unique.
Yang Jian stayed in the army camp for three days. Firstly, he gave Deng Chanyu a chance to transition. Secondly, he deliberately gave Deng Chanyu many opportunities to speak when discussing military affairs.
Deng Chanyu had already taken off her visor. She no longer had any fear working under Yang Jian.
She was indeed powerful. Her prestige in the army increased by the day. In just three days, she had already broken through the "vase" in the hearts of the soldiers. She truly had a lot of true skills.
Du Xing Sun naturally heard people in the army often mention Yang Jian and Deng Chanyu. He usually avoided Deng Chanyu and did not dare to look up.
However, there were a few times when Du Xing Sun would look at Deng Chanyu's back with hatred and deep unwillingness.
On the fourth day after Yang Jian defeated Deng Jiugong, Yang Jian called all the generals to the main tent for a discussion. He said that he would return to the capital today.
"Senior Brother, aren't we attacking the Shang Dynasty?" Nezha asked in surprise.
Yang Jian shook his head and smiled. "There's no hurry to attack the Shang Dynasty. At this moment, our army is still lacking. The general situation needs time to brew. Guard the borders well. There are already tens of thousands of people farming and settling west of here. If you lose the battle, the casualties will not only be the soldiers in the army. "
"Prime Minister, don't worry. If we are defeated, we will raise our heads to ask for punishment!"
"Eldest Senior Brother, don't worry." Du Xing Sun smiled and said, "No matter who comes, they will not return!"
Yang Jian nodded slightly. His expression was inscrutable. He raised his hand and the Immortal-Binding Rope landed in Du Xing Sun's hand.
Yang Jian said, "This is your master's treasure. I will naturally return it to you and help you kill the enemy in the future."
Du Xing Sun was overjoyed. He grabbed the Immortal-Binding Rope and felt more confident than before.
Yang Jian sighed softly when he saw that.
Although he did not like Du Xing Sun, as long as Du Xing Sun stayed in the army in the future, it would be a good thing for him to go out and fight in the future and make contributions.
Unfortunately, Yang Jian's expectations were dashed in less than two days.
After Yang Jian left, the army gradually quietened down. Apart from training, most of the generals had nothing to do.
Nezha could not stay idle and ran back to the Yang Residence to eat and drink. Huang Tianhua focused on cultivating and caught up with his senior brothers and junior brothers.
Muzha was in charge of supervising the Shang Army. He drank and strolled around the five passes every day. He was quite satisfied.
On the other hand, Jinzha gradually became familiar with Du Xing Sun. The two of them drank a few times and became "good brothers" who could talk about anything.
Du Xing Sun was unsophisticated. Under Jinzha's deliberate flattery, he soon lost his bearings …
"Jinzha, do you know that Deng Chanyu, who is currently doing well in the army, was actually engaged to me a long time ago!" Du Xing Sun lowered his voice and complained, his eyes filled with indignation.
If Yang Jian were there, he might slap him.
In the original God-Conferment story, Du Xing Sun was instigated by Jiang Ziya to use force on Deng Chanyu. After occupying Deng Chanyu's body, Deng Chanyu had no choice but to submit to him. She was rather virtuous.
Now that Deng Chanyu had Yang Jian as her backer, her status had risen. How could Du Xing Sun not be jealous?
Jinzha looked anxious when he heard that. "Don't say that. If others hear it, how will you face Eldest Senior Brother?"
"Hmph, Eldest Senior Brother clearly has his eyes on Deng Chanyu, but he's still putting on an act." Du Xing Sun sneered and said, "Don't look at Deng Chanyu pretending to be pure. The reason why she has such luck is clearly to please Eldest Senior Brother."
Jinzha frowned and said, "If there's no basis, it's best not to spout nonsense. Eldest Senior Brother's Mysterious Arts are shocking. We …"
"So what if his Mysterious Arts are shocking? Can he be stronger than the Saint? "Du Xing Sun was a little disapproving.
Jinzha hurriedly said, "Drink, drink. Don't mention this anymore."
Du Xing Sun also knew that it was not good to brag too much. He nodded and agreed. The two of them continued to drink.
Gradually, Du Xing Sun became a little drunk. Seeing that it was already late at night, Jinzha agreed to come again tomorrow and sent Du Xing Sun back.
When Du Xing Sun left Jinzha's tent, he did not notice the cold smile on Jinzha's lips. He was drunk and swayed as he walked.
As he walked, a beautiful figure suddenly flashed past Du Xing Sun's eyes. His eyes lit up, and when he focused, he realized that it was the useless supervisor in the army.
It was also Ji Qianhua's bad luck. She had already fallen asleep, but she heard that two female soldiers in the army had fallen ill. She, who had learned medical skills, went over to help treat them. She worked until late at night before returning to the tent to rest.
Although she was wearing armor, her slender neck and slender waist made Du Xing Sun a little unable to control himself.
Du Xing Sun was not stupid. Although he was drunk, he still had some tricks up his sleeves.
He first walked back to his camp and pretended to sleep. When the soldiers outside the tent started chatting and laughing, he flipped over and lay on the ground, his figure suddenly disappearing without a trace.
In the blink of an eye, Du Xing Sun appeared in Ji Qianhua's tent. Looking up, he saw a woman lying on her side on the bed, wearing only undergarments. His eyes flashed, and his Adam's apple trembled.
"Who is it?"
Ji Qianhua felt someone beside her and turned her head to shout. Before she could scream, Du Xing Sun used a spell to seal her body. Other than her eyes filled with shock and anger, she could not move at all.
"Little girl, I will treat you well from now on. You are only a minor general in the army. I am a disciple of Chanism, the future commander-in-chief!"
Light flashed in Du Xing Sun's eyes. He directly set up a formation outside the tent and hurriedly took off his armor.
Ji Qianhua really felt like the sky was falling down. She wanted to bite her tongue and commit suicide, but she could only worry inside.
Suddenly, a soft exclamation came from outside the tent.
"Why is there a formation here?"
The voice belonged to Deng Chanyu.
Du Xing Sun did not care anymore. Deng Chanyu's face appeared in front of his eyes. He looked at Ji Qianhua and held back his laughter.
"The heavens are helping me. I can actually pluck both of you at the same time today!"
Du Xing Sun immediately used his escape technique and dispersed the formation. When Deng Chanyu walked into the tent, he immediately restored the formation. He secretly used the Immortal Binding Rope to tie Deng Chanyu up and threw her onto the bed.
"Beauty, let me take good care of you for a night on behalf of Eldest Senior Brother."
Du Xing Sun licked the corner of his mouth. He had already taken off his clothes and was only wearing a pair of trousers. He could not wait to jump onto the bed.
Deng Chanyu's expression suddenly became extremely calm. Du Xing Sun did not even think about why Deng Chanyu did not say a word after entering the tent …
Du Xing Sun jumped over. "Deng Chanyu", who was tied up by the Immortal Binding Rope, suddenly stood up and kicked Du Xing Sun in the chest.
Crack!
The sound of bones cracking could be heard. Du Xing Sun looked at the beauty in front of him in disbelief. His body was not sent flying. Instead, he sat on the side of the bed.
"Deng Chanyu" shone and turned into the figure of a man standing on the bed.
Du Xing Sun's face turned pale …
"Cough, cough cough … Eldest Senior Brother, listen to me. I just, just …"
Cold sweat the size of beans dripped from his forehead.
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