As the saying goes, a victor is not considered to have too much strength, to see the sun and moon is not considered to have bright eyes, to hear thunder is not considered to have sharp ears.
As the saying goes, a good fighter is better than an easy opponent. He is invincible and will not lose to the enemy.
These were the two sentences from Sun Tzu's Art of War that Yang Jian knew. It was about the way to use troops and the way to win.
Although the current Yang Jian was commanding thousands of troops in the mortal world and had a lot of understanding of strategy, when faced with the wisdom of the ancient sages in his hometown in the future, he still couldn't understand the essence of it. He didn't know what kind of realm it was at.
But today, in his own mansion, Yang Jian understood …
The problem was, he was taught by someone else …
Around the sand table that Yang Jian made with Xuanqi, six of the Six Friends of Meishan gathered, five of the twelve Wu people gathered, and the Great Shaman Daon, who had not shown his face for a long time, was also watching from the side with his hands behind his back.
On one side of the sand table, a handsome young master smiled and waved the folding fan in his hand. He was neither impatient nor fast, neither slow nor slow.
On the other side, Yang Jian had a rare cross-shaped vein bulging on his forehead. His eyes flashed. He raised his hand, but could not put it down.
The situation on the battlefield was very unclear to him.
His side had more than six hundred thousand soldiers and horses, and the enemy had close to nine hundred thousand soldiers and horses, with almost no losses. His own side had been divided and surrounded. No matter how he mobilized now, if he made a wrong move, it would no longer be a defensive position, but a complete collapse.
The Six Friends of Meishan were anxious for their second master. Daon kept nodding, as if he really understood the rules and regulations.
Yang Jian stood quietly. The sun was high up in the sky. With his cultivation, he was actually sweating a little.
"Brother Yang, oh no, Prime Minister, you can call on anyone in the mansion to help. There is no need to be embarrassed. We are close, so I naturally do not care about this."
The smile on Young Master Xiao's face revealed some pride. Yang Jian nodded and shouted. A few figures flew over from all over the residence and landed beside the sand table.
The Princess of the Dragons and the Mistress of the Yang Residence, Ao Xinke, stood beside Yang Jian, carefully observing the battle. Feng Shan and Feng Wu were also here, but they were not familiar with the battle formation, so they were of no help in this situation.
Mei Kongmei stood on the eaves of a distant pavilion and gazed into the distance. She was rather afraid of Yang Jian and didn't dare to take another step forward.
Yang Jian simply took a step back and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, come over and try to solve this situation."
"Yes, sir!" The Six Friends of Plum Mountain walked forward and observed the battle from the side. They constantly transmitted voice transmissions to discuss the situation, and the debates gradually intensified.
Yang Jian didn't believe that they wouldn't be able to deal with a mere Xiao Lan.
Half a day later, more and more figures gathered around the sand table. The immortal chefs in the backyard, the intelligent maids, and the generals and doctors who were dragged in from the streets gradually filled the courtyard, arguing non-stop.
Xiao Lan stood in the middle of this group of people, gently waving her folding fan. She was neither fast nor slow, and she was confident, as if she was really mobilizing thousands of troops and horses.
Yang Jian stood in the pavilion and drank tea and ate snacks with Ao Xinke, who had already taken the initiative to retreat. He watched the magnificent scene in front of him.
"Husband, why aren't such people willing to join the army?"
"If the Shang and Zhou armies were similar in strength, with Xiao Lan here, I would be able to save most of my energy, and the Zhou army would be able to win a hundred battles." Yang Jian pursed his lips. "However, the Zhou army already has the absolute upper hand. The decisive factor in the battle between the two armies is the battle between the immortal generals. She can't play much of a role."
Ao Xinke covered her mouth and chuckled. "Husband, there's no need to deceive yourself. I've just calculated that hundreds of years ago, she helped the Old Mother of Lingshan repel the fierce attack of the Skyward Pavilion. She also helped the Old Mother of Lingshan form an alliance with the Skyward Pavilion. Don't underestimate her."
"She's that powerful?"
Yang Jian was also a little surprised. The Skyward Pavilion was the Celestial Court's power in the trichiliocosm. The Celestial Court consecrated countless Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals. Their combat power was extraordinary. They had already included countless Great Worlds into the territory of the Celestial Court.
Xiao Lan had once defeated the Skyward Pavilion's attack and even made the Old Mother of Lingshan form an alliance with the Skyward Pavilion.
"I've underestimated her," Yang Jian said. He smiled again and said, "I thought she was just a willful and reckless young lady of an immortal family. I didn't expect her to be so capable."
Ao Xinke smiled and did not say anything. The group of strategists and generals gathered in the front courtyard cheered at the same time. Before the cheers were halfway through, Xiao Lan's finger tapped gently. The sand table seemed to emit the roars of thousands of troops and horses, and the cheers stopped abruptly.
This was destined to be the day of the Yang Residence's defeat. There were actually a few generals who were pulled to dispel the formation and cried. The Six Friends of the Mei Mountain also looked ashamed.
"Everyone, please go back. I've lost for a while, and I still have to trouble everyone to rack their brains. I really feel uneasy." Yang Jian stood up and gave the order. The figures in the courtyard gradually dispersed.
"How was it?" Xiao Lan asked with a smile.
Yang Jian gave her a thumbs-up. "You're more than one level better than me in the art of war. I'm impressed. Forgive me for not sending you off."
"Hey!" Young Master Xiao glared at him and ran over. "You're the Perfected Lord of Purity and Magic, the marshal of the Celestial Court, and the third generation Senior Brother of Chanism. How can you be so shameless? You're acting shamelessly!"
Yang Jian said calmly, "What did I say earlier?"
"If I can last for more than a hundred rounds, you'll let me join the Zhou Army as a general!"
"That's right." Yang Jian spread his hands. "I lost at the 46th round. You didn't last for more than a hundred rounds either."
Xiao Lan almost fainted from anger.
Yang Jian sighed softly and looked at Xiao Lan. He said seriously, "The Great Tribulation of the South Continent is the Great Tribulation of the Dao Sect. It has affected countless living beings. You're not a famous general on the God roll. Why do you have to trap yourself? "
"I've made up my mind." Xiao Lan looked at Yang Jian. Her slender neck and skin were glowing faintly. "If you don't allow me, I'll follow myself."
"Why are you so stubborn and willful?"
"Hmph." Xiao Lan looked to the side.
Yang Jian immediately felt a little helpless. He could only be patient and say warmly, "I'm advising you kindly because I'm thinking about your life. Don't be so willful. If you want to regain your lost thoughts, I'll accompany you to the end after the Great Tribulation. How about that? "
Yang Xiaochan had gone into seclusion again. Otherwise, she might be able to persuade Xiao Lan if she came out to deal with it.
Xiao Lan muttered, "Can't you protect me?"
"It's difficult."
"Then I'll protect you." Xiao Lan raised her head gently and looked into Yang Jian's eyes.
Ao Xinke said softly, "Husband …"
"Let's go," Yang Jian said to Ao Xinke and walked to the door with his hands behind his back.
Xiao Lan immediately followed. She stared at Yang Jian and made a move to pounce on him at any time. She was wary of Yang Jian suddenly escaping.
Yang Jian said, "Without my permission, you can't make a sound. You can't return to your female clothes. You can't cause trouble …"
"I'm not a child! Uh, you agreed? "
"You jumped into the Great Tribulation yourself. Why would I stop you!?!" Yang Jian snorted and turned into a white cloud. Xiao Lan jumped onto the cloud first.
"Miss!"
"Perfected Lord, you can't!"
A few old women who had been watching from the side hurriedly said. They knew that Xiao Lan might really be involved in the Great Tribulation of the South Continent this time. They were rather terrified.
"Please go back and report to Grandmother." Xiao Lan smiled and said, "I'm an advisor under the famous Perfected Lord Erlang. It can be considered as training outside. Grandmother, don't worry."
"Well …"
"If you don't mind, you can stay in the residence for a few days," Ao Xinke said softly. "There are many experts in the army. Miss Xiao is blessed and intelligent. She will definitely not have any worries. She might even be able to find her own opportunity in the Great Tribulation."
As soon as the quasi-saint aura was released, the Golden Immortal old women who were serving Xiao Lan could only lower their heads.
Yang Jian had already flown into the sky with Xiao Lan. Xiao Lan bowed to Ao Xinke from afar and said, "Thank you for protecting me, Sister-in-law."
Ao Xinke bowed and returned the greeting. She watched the two of them slowly ascend.
Yang Jian waved his sleeve and the white cloud suddenly sped up. Ao Xinke let out a soft cry and almost fell from the cloud, causing Ao Xinke to chuckle softly.
When Yang Jian and Xiao Lan went to the Shang Army's East Camp and prepared to attack the Shang Army, Ao Xinke stood in the pavilion and looked at the east. She did not recover for a long time.
At some point in time, a petal blew past with the wind. She sighed softly.
Yohime walked over slowly from the side and whispered, "Mother's good daughter-in-law, I've really wronged you."
Ao Xinke shook her head lightly. "Miss Xiao is good at attacking, which complements my husband's bravery. She can be of great help to my husband. I don't feel wronged at all."
"This Miss Xiao should be the woman that Yue Lao mentioned, right?"
Ao Xinke thought of the jade hairpin and recalled what Yang Jian had said on the cloud path about getting to know Xiao Lan. There was a hint of sadness in her eyes.
"I'm not the first to get to know him …"
"Xinke." Yohime held Ao Xinke's hand gently. "Don't think too much. I only recognize you as my son's legitimate wife."
"Thank you, Mother. I want to go into seclusion to cultivate."
Ao Xinke bade farewell and left. Yohime stood in the pavilion and smiled bitterly. She thought about how to quell the fire in the backyard for Yang Jian. She was also worried about her son.
Which woman would be willing to share her husband with others?
Although Ao Xinke was unwilling, she wouldn't stop him or obstruct him. She would even make plans for her husband. She didn't want her husband to be in any trouble, and she didn't want her husband to bear the reputation of being lustful.
However, the bitterness in her heart was not known to others.
Ao Xinke knew that Yang Jian and she treated each other with respect and were very close. They had never been fed up with each other since their wedding. They supported and took care of each other. If Yang Jian knew that Elder Moon and Venus Taibai had visited the residence, he would probably deliberately distance himself from Xiao Lan to take care of Ao Xinke's feelings.
However, Ao Xinke would not tell Yang Jian about this. Not only that, she even secretly looked for the people in the residence who knew about this. She either made a pact with them or directly wiped their memories.
Here, where will you go with my deep feelings? Don't forget the old debts in your new bed.
On the cloud to the military camp, Yang Jian seemed to have sensed something and turned around to look.
"Perfected Lord and Princess Wan Zhi are really in love. We've just come out and we already miss each other."
Xiao Lan joked with a smile at the side.
Yang Jian nodded calmly and replied, "If it weren't for the fact that I have something to do during the God-Conferment Battle and only want to stay with her in Mount Mei, I wouldn't leave her behind to run around."
"It's really enviable."
Xiao Lan sighed inattentively. She admired the mountains and rivers of the South Continent. After getting rid of those old women, she felt rather free.
'Could this guy be using Yu Zan's name to be unrestrained?'
The corners of Yang Jian's mouth twitched slightly, and he did not care about her anymore.
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