Standing on the cloud and looking at the Boundary Plate Pass hundreds of kilometers away, Yang Jian saw immortal clouds filling the sky. A large number of immortals were facing each other outside the Boundary Plate Pass.
The immortals of the two sects were already waiting for the Zhou Army outside the Boundary Plate Pass. The Zhou Army was still at the Golden Chicken Ridge.
That gave Yang Jian plenty of time to prepare.
On the Golden Chicken Ridge, the Zhou Army's camp stretched for 50 kilometers along the mountain. As they had stopped there for more than half a year, the soldiers were quite familiar with the place. They could see many soldiers training outside the camp.
In the afterglow of the Sun, Yang Jian descended from the cloud and silently floated to the main camp of the Zhou Army on the main peak.
After three months, the Zhou Army in the east did not have him guarding it. They did not rashly leap over the Golden Chicken Ridge. It was not that the main general, Huang Feihu, was not confident. However, he did not have much confidence after seeing the aftermath of the battle between Yang Jian and Kong Xuan.
In addition, the soldiers of the three armies were worried about the Prime Minister's safety. Under such circumstances, fighting the Shang army would obviously increase casualties.
The reinforcements from the rear had arrived. There were 300,000 of them this time, and they had made up for the casualties of the battle at the Golden Chicken Ridge.
In front of the Yuan Gate, Yang Jian walked down from the cloud. The hundreds of soldiers guarding the gate first shouted at the camp, "The Prime Minister is back!" They knelt on one knee on the ground with their weapons to welcome him.
"You may dispense with the formalities." Yang Jian's voice drifted to various parts of the Golden Chicken Ridge. He used this method to inform the soldiers of his return.
Then, Yang Jian floated into the camp and went to the main tent in the army. A few figures rushed out of the various tents. Those who had Dharma powers used escape techniques, while those who did not ran all the way to welcome Yang Jian.
"Eldest Senior Brother!" Wei Hu arrived the fastest. When he saw Yang Jian, he did not know what to say. He could only smile and bow to Yang Jian. "Eldest Senior Brother is the one who will spread the reputation of Chanism."
Yang Jian waved his hand and entered the main tent with Wei Hu.
The main tent was exactly the same as the one Yang Jian used to live in, except that it was moved from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.
Yang Jian looked at his small bed and smiled. He was about to sigh with his hands clasped behind his back and express some thoughts about his life after the battle with Kong Xuan when a sneer came from outside the tent.
"Hmph, this stubborn Prime Minister finally knows to come back!"
The curtains of the main tent were kicked open, and Young Master Xiao walked in with a long face. He glared at Yang Jian, as though he was looking at some boorish fellow. After sizing him up, he clicked his tongue in disdain.
Yang Jian jokingly scolded, "What kind of expression is this? My recovery from my injuries is not worth celebrating. Brother Xiao, you shouldn't be giving me a scowl, right?"
"Yes, yes, yes." Young Master Xiao crossed his arms and held a folding fan in his hand. With a fake smile on his face, he replied, "Lord Prime Minister fought Kong Xuan and became famous throughout the world. You are a great hero who saved the entire army from danger and made outstanding contributions to the eradication of evil in the Three Realms."
What's going on? Could it be that she had reached the stage where she would have a few days of menstruation every month? Why is it so … aggressive …
Pfft, Xiao Lan's cultivation base is already a Heaven Immortal, how can she have a woman's menstruation?
Yang Jian smiled and said, "Who made our Lord Military Advisor unhappy?"
"No one, I'm very happy!" Xiao Lan rolled her eyes and turned her head to the side. She minded her own business and sat on the chair beside the main seat. She opened her fan and started fanning herself.
A chuckle came from outside the tent. The beautiful Princess of Jade Lake entered the tent and saluted Yang Jian respectfully.
"Greetings, Prime Minister."
"Take a seat, sister. No need to stand on ceremony."
Just as Long Ji sat down, Huang Tianhua also walked in slowly from outside the tent. He lowered his head and coughed. The first person he saw was not Yang Jian, but … Long Ji?
Yang Jian secretly raised his eyebrows. He acutely sensed that there was something wrong.
"Eldest Senior Brother, are you alright?"
"I'm fine. I'm completely fine," Yang Jian replied with a smile and said to Huang Tianhua warmly, "Go and find a place to sit down. There's still something to discuss later."
Huang Tianhua immediately nodded and agreed. He nodded a little too hard.
Then, he dawdled and glanced at the seat beside Princess Long Ji from the corner of his eyes. He looked like he had caught a cold. He lowered his head and coughed a few times before walking diagonally opposite Princess Long Ji …
Yang Jian's smile carried a hint of playfulness, but he didn't expose anything.
Huang Tianhua's current appearance was truly … pure.
Long Ji's eldest cousin had a gentle temperament, but she could be considered a big sister next door. Huang Tianhua's childishness had yet to fade. It seemed that he had already moved his "childish heart".
If they really became a couple, it would be interesting.
Yang Jian asked, "Where's Nezha?"
"The northern front is in a tight spot. Nezha went to help," Wei Hu hurriedly agreed.
Yang Jian nodded and stood there, waiting for Huang Tianhua and a few generals to come over. He exchanged a few pleasantries with them and sat down one by one.
"Tell me the battle situation in the past few months in detail."
As soon as Yang Jian gave the order, Huang Feihu cupped his fists and bowed. He said in a low voice, "Our army has occupied the Golden Chicken Ridge, but the Prime Minister has yet to return. We do not dare to act rashly. We have already stayed here for more than three months. We have exhausted countless rations, but we have not achieved anything. I have failed in my duty."
"King Wucheng has contributed to the defense. What's the crime? Please sit down and talk. "Yang Jian sighed and said," The powerful enemy previously is something that you and I don't want to encounter. However, the matter of attacking the Shang Dynasty involves many people. Many mighty cultivators waved their long sleeves, the immortals fought, and demons appeared. After all, manpower is exhausted. "
Huang Feihu's expression darkened. Although he knew that he might be able to enter the God roll and become an immortal in the Celestial Court, he still envied these carefree immortals.
At that moment, Huang Feihu told him about the military situation in the north and northwest. Most of them were smooth sailing. In three months, they had advanced quite a distance.
However, the two armies had been blocked by powerful enemies. Li Jing and Mu Zha had even been injured. That was why Huang Feihu sent Nezha to help.
After reporting for an hour, Yang Jian nodded slightly. He closed his eyes and focused. He corresponded the location of the Zhou Army in the South Continent to the map in his heart.
A moment later, Yang Jian chuckled and said, "Overall, it's not bad. We've been left behind a lot along the way."
Xiao Lan finally spoke. She waved her folding fan and sighed softly. "If not for the fact that a certain Prime Minister left directly after the fight and did not appear in the army, he might not be spending the night in this desolate mountain. Instead, he would be in the Jiepai Pass with a woman in his arms."
Why does she have so many complaints …
Yang Jian did not want to explain further, but for some reason, he felt a little depressed if he did not explain. He replied, "I just woke up in front of Master's Cave Abode today. After leaving the Chaos Sea, I fainted from exhaustion. I don't know anything about what happened before."
Long Ji said worriedly, "Brother, are your injuries serious?"
"It's fine," Yang Jian replied with a smile.
Xiao Lan blinked and looked at Yang Jian. She suddenly asked, "Did you really faint?"
"Why would I lie to you?"
"I thought you would leave me … our million troops here and go to experience the results of the battle." Xiao Lan looked away and pretended to be very forthright. She said in a rough voice, "In that case, I'll admit that I've misunderstood the Prime Minister. I'll apologize here."
Yang Jian rubbed his glabella. "Let's not talk about these matters first. Have you sent anyone to sneak into the World Tablet Pass in the three months that the troops have been stationed here?"
"General Wei Hu went to arrange this matter," Huang Feihu answered immediately.
Wei Hu said, "I've already arranged for more than 300 scouts to sneak into the pass. There's a lot of news coming one after another … Senior Brother, there are a total of more than 400 immortals from Chan School and Jie School confronting each other in the sky above the World Tablet Pass. This has been going on for more than a month."
Long Ji said softly, "The four eldest personal disciples of Jie School have arrived. Seven of the twelve Golden Immortals of Chanism have come, but they have not fought."
"They're waiting for us to go." Xiao Lan snorted. "How can the immortals of Chanism not borrow the destiny of the Emperor of Zhou and fight Jie School? Even if they can win that way, it will be a pyrrhic victory! "
Yang Jian took the opportunity to compliment, "Military Advisor, you're wise. Do you have a way to resolve this situation?"
"Of course!" Xiao Lan raised her head slightly and pursed her lips. Then, she became discouraged. "No … A group of mighty figures fighting is not wise."
Yang Jian could not help but want to twist her mouth. There's nothing I can do!
He asked again, "What ideas do you have?"
Huang Feihu and the Zhou generals shook their heads at the same time. Of course, they could not interrupt.
Wei Hu said in a low voice, "The battle between the two sects is imminent. Eldest Senior Brother, return today. We have to leave for the World Tablet Pass tomorrow at the latest. Otherwise, I'm afraid the elders in the sect will be dissatisfied."
"That's true." Yang Jian looked at Huang Tianhua and realized that Huang Tianhua was stealing glances at Princess Long Ji. He decided not to ask him anything.
"Sister, do you have any ideas?"
"Brother, you must already have an idea. Why should I say anything?" Princess Long Ji smiled and shook her head gently.
Yang Jian knocked on the desk with his fingers. "In that case, the army will set off at noon tomorrow. We can travel 50 kilometers a day."
"Yes!"
Huang Feihu stood up with the Zhou generals and accepted the order. He knew that Yang Jian wanted to stall for time and think about a solution.
However, even if the Zhou Army traveled 50 kilometers a day, they would be able to arrive at the World Tablet Pass in eight to nine days. At that time, a huge battle would be inevitable.
The battle between the Immortal Dao would bring disaster to the mortal world.
One to two million mortal soldiers would fight. Apart from adding a tragic aura to the battle, there was no other use.
Yang Jian arranged for Wei Hu to go to the front tomorrow to meet the immortals of Jie School. It could be considered a greeting for him. He also asked Huang Tianhua to be in charge of supervising the march tomorrow. No matter what, he had to give that fellow some work.
After sending them all away, Yang Jian asked Xiao Lan to stay behind.
"Do you really have no choice?"
Xiao Lan shook her head, curled her lips and replied, "I'm not an ancient demon master, nor am I the Head of Writings of the celestial heavens. If you're talking about playing chess or fighting a war, I can help you with some ideas. But I don't dare to say a single word about the war between the two sects."
Yang Jian's eyes lit up. "Do you really have a solution?"
"Ahem." Xiao Lan opened her folding fan and covered her mouth. She whispered in Yang Jian's ear.
Yang Jian frowned and pondered. Then, his eyes lit up and he clapped and laughed.
Xiao Lan coughed and said, "I didn't say anything. You thought of it yourself. You're a disciple of Chanism. You're not afraid of Jie School's revenge. I'm just a small family in the trichiliocosm. I don't dare to get involved in such a dispute. "
"Hahaha!" Yang Jian was no longer sleepy. He was in a good mood. "I did not trust you wrongly! Young Master Xiao! Come! Why don't we become sworn brothers?! "
"Stop fooling around! Hey, let go! "
"Uh, sorry." Yang Jian recalled that Xiao Lan was a woman. He smiled awkwardly and probed, "Why don't we be siblings?"
"Pui! Who wants to be sworn brothers with you!?! "Xiao Lan spat at him and turned around to leave. Her face was as cold as ice.
Yang Jian was puzzled.
Are they not close enough?
Forget it. Perhaps she grew up with her grandmother and her personality is a little strange.
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