After the plague in Chaoge City, stabilizing the hearts of the people and dealing with the aftermath had kept Yang Jian busy for half a month.
It was also because of this plague that King Wu's originally somewhat hesitant decision to head east gradually became firm.
Yang Jian took the opportunity to speak up. Taking advantage of King Wu's intense hatred, he decided on a three-pronged strategy. The commanders and generals of the three armies would all be chosen by Yang Jian, and the mobilization of provisions and troops would also begin from this point on.
When the plague subsided, King Wu once again thanked Shennong for his help. This move made many feudal vassals submit, and the prestige of Zhou completely suppressed the other two great feudal vassals.
If there were a thousand places in the world, at this time, Zhou occupied six hundred, the east and the south one hundred each, and the Shang only the last two hundred.
The Shang occupied the most prosperous Guangao Plain in the South Continent, and its national strength was still not to be underestimated.
In the Wu Palace, after a banquet, the officials all dispersed, but King Wu took Yang Jian's arm and asked him to stay in the palace for the night. The monarch and his officials talked through the night.
Originally, Yang Jian had rejected this kind of thing that could easily cause one's imagination to run wild.
However, after seeing the anticipation and worry in King Wu's eyes, he nodded and agreed. Perhaps these monarchs liked to use sleeping together to express their respect and trust for their officials.
If the following story continued from 'Prime Minister, I have hidden it from you for so long, in fact, I am …', Yang Jian would really bleed the Celestial Dog.
Although it was said to sleep together, it naturally couldn't be on the same bed.
In King Wu's study, King Wu and Yang Jian sat on a soft couch and drank tea. King Wu sighed softly, a hint of disappointment in his eyes. "Prime Minister, in the eyes of immortals, what are mortals?"
This question made Yang Jian unable to answer for a moment.
"Your Majesty's question really puts me in a difficult position," said Yang Jian with a smile. "The so-called immortals can be divided into two types. One is the immortal gods under the Celestial Court, responsible for ruling the Three Realms. The other is the cultivators who cultivate in the mountains, pursuing the Great Dao and understanding nature. In terms of numbers, the latter are in the majority. In terms of power, the current Celestial Court is already vaguely on par with the Dao Sect. "
King Wu also had some understanding of these things and nodded lightly from the side.
Yang Jian continued, "There's another way of categorizing them. It's using humans and other races. Most of the supreme beings in this world have been cultivating in this world since before the birth of the human race. They are … spirits. "
"Spirit?"
"Exactly. Everything in the world can't escape the category of spirits. Demons are spirits, humans are spirits, dragons, phoenixes, qilins, and primitive beasts are all spirits."
Yang Jian explained everything he knew to King Wu in a way that was as understandable as possible. King Wu gradually became entranced, nodding or shaking his head as Yang Jian explained.
In this way, it could be considered as educating the emperor.
Yang Jian was in quite a good mood. He talked from the first half of the night to the second half of the night. Seeing that King Wu was tired, the two of them slept separately.
Yang Jian made a mattress on the floor, and King Wu lay on the mattress.
"Where is the Prime Minister's home?"
"It's been a thousand years. I can't find it." A faint sense of nostalgia arose in Yang Jian's heart, but he quickly wiped it away.
"How many years has the Prime Minister been cultivating?"
"I don't know the exact number. It's probably been more than a thousand years." Yang Jian smiled and said, "When I came to this world, the ruler of the South Continent was still the Great Xia Immortal Dynasty. Later on, I don't know what happened, but all the immortals withdrew from the South Continent and handed this place to mortals."
King Wu thought for a moment. "That should be the matter of Shang Tang's expedition against the immortal sects. It's said that at that time, it alarmed the Celestial Emperor of the Celestial Court. Countless lightning bolts descended and killed a million elite soldiers of Shang Tang. From then on, the immortal sects of the Middle Continent were not allowed to interfere with the change of royal power in the human world."
"Celestial Court?" Yang Jian blinked and placed his hands behind his head.
"According to Father, most of these secrets can only be passed down by word of mouth. They can't be written into history books to avoid causing panic in the world."
King Wu smiled and said, "The Shang Tang has been established for 800 years, but it actually produced a murderous monarch like Di Xin."
"When the King seizes the world in the future, he still needs to set some rules for the future emperors to follow."
"What the Prime Minister said is quite similar to what I think." King Wu smiled awkwardly. "Actually, the position I'm sitting on now should have belonged to my brother. However, he was killed by Di Xin to save his father … My Ji Family will definitely settle this scandal with Di Xin."
Yang Jian turned to look at King Wu.
"Prime Minister, have you seen my ambition?"
"At this point, it's already set in stone that the King will rule the South Continent. However, the more this is the case, the more the King has to cultivate his character. He can't celebrate too early and lose his morals."
Yang Jian instructed. King Wu smiled and shook his head. If he did not have these considerations, he would not have been able to reach where he was today.
"After the King pacifies the world, can you give a territory more taxes?"
"Where are you talking about, Prime Minister?"
"Chentang Pass is on the East Ocean. It's the hometown of the three generals, Nezha, Jin Zha, and Mu Zha." Yang Jian thought for a while. "That should be the place that I have the best impression of in the South Continent. The people there are simple and are far away from the disputes of the Central Plains.
When King Wu heard what Yang Jian said, his eyes lit up. "If that's the case, I want to go to Chentang Pass to take a look."
Yang Jian sat up. "Why don't we go today? Should I deceive Li Jing of Chentang Pass? King Li Jing must already know that he is San Zha's biological father. He is an expert in leading troops and governing internal affairs. "
"Now? The East Ocean is tens of thousands of kilometers away from us … "King Wu seemed to have understood something. He looked at Yang Jian with burning eyes." Prime Minister, will you bring me to the sky and escape? "
"Let's go! Hahaha! "
Yang Jian laughed loudly and grabbed King Wu's wrist. His figure rushed out of the window and rushed into the sky.
King Wu hurriedly shouted, "I haven't reorganized myself!"
"Why are you so reserved? Let's go beyond the nine heavens tonight!"
"Alright!" King Wu was also aroused by Yang Jian. He laughed loudly and stepped on the clouds barefooted as he soared into the sky.
Looking up, purple Qi surged into the sky, and the stars were chaotic like the clouds.
He looked down and saw that the entire city seemed to be asleep. A few lights were waiting for someone to return.
Riding the wind into the nine heavens, Yang Jian flew above a continuous cloud with King Wu, Ji Fa. Ji Fa looked up at the huge full moon and could not help but ask, "Is there anyone on the moon?"
Yang Jian smiled and said, "There should be the woman in the Glacial Palace who is captivating the Three Realms."
Her name was Heng 'e, and she was known as the number one beauty in the Three Realms by the immortals of the Celestial Court. Yang Jian could not think of anyone who could be more beautiful than his dragon daughter.
Heng 'e was the daughter of the ancient emperor, Di Ku. She was married to the Great Magus of the Wu people, Hou Yi.
She lived in an era when the human race was rising between the Magi and Demons. Not long after the massacre of the human race by the demon race, the vitality of the human race rapidly recovered with the support of luck. At that time, in order to take revenge on the demon race, it was reasonable for the human race to join forces with the Wu people.
That great battle had finally passed and never appeared again.
After becoming a god, would the tribulation of "resurrection" that made all the Saints worry about and made Daoist Tian Yan busy with the East Emperor Bell be more tragic than the ancient war?
Yang Jian felt a little depressed when he thought of that. King Wu looked at the sky, the stars, and the clouds excitedly and did not disturb Yang Jian's thoughts.
"Prime Minister, can you bring me to the Celestial Court?"
"Your Majesty, you can't." Yang Jian hurriedly said, "Your Majesty already has the human emperor's luck protecting you. If you go to the Celestial Court and clash with the Jade Emperor's Celestial Emperor's luck, I'm afraid it will cause a huge commotion."
"There's such a thing? Then I won't go. Hahaha! It's no wonder that mortals admire immortals, no wonder. "
Yang Jian smiled and nodded. He used the Xuan Gang's Xuanqi to protect King Wu so that no one would discover him and cause trouble.
The King of Zhou Palace was probably in a mess.
"Your Majesty, we've arrived at the border. I'll call Nezha over. Let's go to Chentang Pass together."
"I also want to visit the soldiers of the three armies!"
Yang Jian smiled and nodded. He sneaked into the military camp with Zhou Wuwang and dragged Nezha out of the bed.
The King and the Prime Minister were like thieves. They were afraid that they would disturb the sleeping soldiers. They circled around the military camp and flew into the sky with Nezha.
Nezha was still a little excited to travel with King Wu. When King Wu asked about the customs of Chentang Pass, Nezha answered readily.
Yang Jian deliberately bypassed the territory of the Shang Dynasty at the border of the demon race. In fact, the Zhou Nation's forces had already spread to a large area in the northern part of the South Continent. After leaving the northern border, they soon arrived above Chentang Pass.
"Your Majesty, please take a look. This is the Chentang Pass that Li Jing rules."
Yang Jian pushed aside the cloud path. King Wu looked down and saw that the doors of Chentang Pass were not closed at night. The buildings in the city were lined up, and the towns outside the city were densely packed with stars.
Fishing boats went out to sea before dawn. The granaries were tight and the crops were lush. There was a calm and peaceful aura circulating everywhere.
"That's right. Li Jing is really a rare talent in politics!"
King Wu praised. Nezha could not help but leave a good impression on his father. He said, "Your Majesty, my father is best at leading troops to fight and setting up formations. Previously, when the Dongyi invaded, my father led the troops out of the pass and defeated hundreds of thousands of troops of the Dongyi with 100,000 elite troops."
Yang Jian kept nodding at the side. The anticipation in King Wu's eyes increased.
Yang Jian said, "Nezha, go and wake your father up. Don't tell him that the Martial King has come. Just tell him that an esteemed guest has come to visit. Tell him to prepare. I'll bring the king to visit in an hour."
"Alright!" Nezha grinned and flew towards the Li Residence on the Wind-Fire Wheels.
Yang Jian continued to bring King Wu to hide his whereabouts. He changed his robe in the clouds and let King Wu put on a pair of immortal boots. His bearing was extraordinary.
When he saw that a restaurant had already opened and was busy, he brought King Wu to try some of the local breakfast snacks. King Wu praised him endlessly.
An hour later, Yang Jian arrived at the entrance of the Li Residence as promised. Li Jing, Lady Yin, and Nezha were already waiting in front of the residence.
Yang Jian walked forward with King Wu, who was wearing a bamboo hat, beside him.
Li Jing could not help but take a few more looks at King Wu's figure. However, he could not see his face. Even if he saw his face, he probably would not recognize King Wu.
"Nezha said that an esteemed guest had arrived. I didn't expect you to come." Li Jing chuckled.
However, Yang Jian shook his head. "There are too many people here. Let's talk in the residence."
Just as Li Jing was about to turn around and invite him in, Yang Jian deliberately said to King Wu respectfully, "Your Majesty, be careful. The sky is still dark. Pay attention to your feet."
King?
Yang Jian's King … Zhou!
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