In the shadow of the mountain rock, Yang Jian and Xuan Du sat opposite each other. The immortals who had yet to leave were curious about what the two of them were doing. However, Yang Jian used Xuanqi to envelop them, so no one could pry.
Xuan Du also looked like he wanted to hear what Yang Jian had to say. However, Yang Jian suddenly did not know what to say.
He directly asked, "Where's your hometown?" This was a little too obvious.
"Yes … Uncle-Master, do you know the name of the song just now?"
Xuan Du thought for a while and pinched his fingers to deduce. "Let me think about it. I've lived for too long and walked too many paths. I've buried these in my heart. When I want to recall, I'll slowly search for them."
That was actually a method that the mighty figures of the Primordial World often used. Using such mystical abilities to organize their memories, they did not have to think too much usually.
A moment later, Yang Jian was shocked.
"Got it." Xuan Du smiled and said, "The name of this song should be … What Does the Wind Blow? Wheat Wave? I remember that I heard it in my dream … Could it be that you have also traveled to the future? "
Travel? In a dream? In the future?
Yang Jian looked at Xuan Du. There was no need to say anything. His blank expression made Xuan Du smile.
Xuan Du smiled and said, "I cultivate the Great Dao of following my heart. It combines Taiji, Yin-Yang, and nature. In the ancient times, I comprehended a mystical ability — Dream of the Ancient World. In my dream, I can turn myself into ten thousand spirits and appear in the eternal heavens as I wish. I can use that to experience the mysteries of the Great Dao. "
Yang Jian's eyes almost popped out when he heard Xuan Du's explanation.
"I once used this technique to dream of splitting the sky and saw the figure of the Great God Pangu. I also listened to the teachings of the Great God Pangu and perfected this mystical ability."
"I also transformed into a small demon and watched some scenes of the battle between the dragons and phoenixes. I experienced a short reincarnation."
"I also obtained an opportunity to see the future appearance of this world. It seems to be the end of the world where the Dao laws no longer exist. It also seems to be a new world where the Dao laws have been completely changed. The tune I hummed just now came from there."
Yang Jian's Adam's apple quivered. "How do I address the people there?"
"The future and the Primordial World are separated by a shadow that I can't see. In my dream, I only stayed in the future for a few years." Xuan Du shook his head. "Moreover, many scenes in the dream will be forgotten after I wake up. I won't remember what I have done."
Yang Jian asked again, "When did Shibo dream of going to the future?"
Xuan Du recalled for a while and pinched his fingers. "A thousand years ago, I was just taking a nap. Later on, because something happened in Xuandu City, I was woken up by someone."
A thousand years ago …
He took a nap …
"The exact date!" Yang Jian was a little excited. He stood up and walked in front of Xuan Du.
Perhaps his soul could come to the Primordial World because Xuan Du had accidentally brought it over back then!
"Calm down, calm down." Xuan Du waved his hand to signal Yang Jian to calm down. Then, he smiled and asked, "Why are you so excited? As far as I know, I'm the only one who has comprehended this divine ability. "
"I!"
Yang Jian had the urge to reveal everything about himself, but he swallowed the words back when they were at the tip of his tongue.
It was not that Xuan Du could not be trusted, but this matter was too important. After all, it was his biggest secret.
"I …" Yang Jian smiled apologetically and sealed the truth in his heart. He said casually, "Ever since I heard about the Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth from Grandmaster, I've been thinking about the Primordial World. If there are future generations, the Primordial World will naturally be fine in the future, right?"
Xuan Du chuckled, his smile filled with playfulness.
Yang Jian knew that he could not deceive such a person. He bowed and said, "I've made an agreement with someone not to tell anyone else about this. Please forgive me, Uncle-Master."
"Forget it, forget it. Who doesn't have a past that they don't want to mention? Since you're a disciple of the Dao Sect that Teacher thinks highly of, I'm at ease with you."
Yang Jian took the opportunity to change the topic and deliberately said, "I'm afraid the Great Tribulation is only so-so in the battle between Saints. The path ahead should be easier."
"Don't get lucky," Xuan Du said seriously. "There might be a bigger battle later on regarding the God-Conferment. Don't think that it's over. Although Third Uncle-Master has lost the Four Immortal Vanquishing Swords and Jie School has suffered some damage, there are many disciples of Jie School. This matter is still quite troublesome. "
Yang Jian replied seriously, "Thank you for your reminder, Uncle-Master."
Xuan Du nodded. "In that case, you've already asked. You know that the Primordial World will not end its life. All living beings will eventually have a home. Are you at ease?"
"I'm mostly at ease."
"That's good. You … Forget it. I won't ask you anymore. You probably won't tell me even if I ask." Xuan Du pursed his lips. Yang Jian felt a little guilty.
He was clearly the one who had stopped Xuan Du and asked him about that. Xuan Du had told him the truth, but he had lied.
It was indeed because this matter was too important to him. Only the other two people involved — the Lady of Earth and the Heavenly Flame Daoist — knew about that. He had not even mentioned it to his master.
"If you're fine, I'll return to Xuandu and continue my eternal dreams. Cultivate well and end the God-Conferment matter as soon as possible. I'll come to Xuandu City to search for treasures. Ha … "
After saying that, Xuan Du yawned and stretched. He turned into a cloud and disappeared in the Xuanqi that Yang Jian had set up.
Yang Jian did not sense any fluctuations at all. He did not know how Xuan Du had left.
Before Xuan Du left, the playfulness in his eyes made Yang Jian feel guilty.
Why couldn't I hold it in and ask the Great Daoist Master Xuan Du about that? Doesn't that mean that I'm going to be exposed?
He had really lost his mind just now. The reason was that he was not calm enough …
Yang Jian lampooned himself for a while and sighed softly. He stood up and walked out of the rock mountain that was like a wave. He looked up at the sky.
The Immortals of Chanism had already left. Only Huang Tianhua and Wei Hu were standing in the air. A jade token swayed gently and landed in front of Yang Jian. Yang Jian raised his hand and grabbed it.
It was a letter from his master.
There were only sixteen words.
There was nothing in the world. Don't say it lightly. The God-Conferment Tribulation changed and severed everything.
Master …
Yang Jian was stunned. He stopped in his tracks for a long time and did not move for a long time.
When the dark clouds in the sky dissipated, Yang Jian lowered his head and sighed. He returned to the Zhou Army's camp.
The army set off and traveled through the night. In the strange terrain created by Yang Jian's spear, they followed dozens of small paths and rushed to the front of the Boundary Tablet Pass.
It was none other than …
In front of the Immortal Vanquishing Sword, the battle between Chan and Jie burned the five passes.
In this battle, the five Saints gathered and fought. The entire Primordial World was shocked. However, only the disciples of the Dao Sect knew what the Saints' battle looked like. The cultivators outside the Dao Sect did not know who to look for if they wanted to find out.
The Great Tribulation of the Dao Sect was getting more and more intense. The cultivators who had nothing to do with the Dao Sect were all cultivating in the mountains. They did not go out to avoid being burned by the flames.
The situation in the South Continent seemed to be clear. There were four Saints standing behind the Zhou Nation. In the eyes of the cultivators, they were already the winner.
However, no one from the Shang Dynasty would tell Di Xin that. Although the people in Chaoge City were anxious, the Deer Terrace Pavilion was still singing happily every night. It was as if they were drunk today.
On the third day after the battle of the Saints, the Zhou Army attacked the Boundary Tablet Pass like a hot knife through butter. The garrison general of the Boundary Tablet Pass, Xu Gai, surrendered to the Zhou Dynasty. The soldiers and civilians in the city were unharmed.
Yang Jian ordered the army to be reorganized in the Boundary Tablet Pass. He also ordered the army to incorporate all the towns in the two passes. There were officials of the Zhou Nation in charge of the various cities.
In this era, as long as the taxes were light, the people would support them without caring about their own safety.
King Wu was also a wise ruler. The Zhou Nation's accumulation was considered strong. The various places issued rankings and lightened the taxes. Immediately, the land that the Zhou Army had conquered was impregnable.
"Report! The army in the north has won! "
"Report! General Deng Chanyu has a military report! "
As soon as Yang Jian stayed in the military headquarters, he immediately got busy. The generals were holding a celebratory banquet in the front hall, but Yang Jian was in the study at the side, dealing with the military affairs of the Zhou Nation.
Late at night, before the generals dispersed, Yang Jian appeared and drank a cup of wine. Then, he returned to the study and held the "evaluations" of a few officials. He kept thinking about it.
Gold would always shine. It was indeed not bad to use this saying on Jiang Ziya.
In a short period of time, Jiang Shang had already established his initial prestige in the Zhou Nation. He controlled the food supply accurately and even found some greedy low-ranking officials. He severely punished a bunch of unscrupulous merchants who raised prices. He could be considered to have revealed his talent.
However, some ministers felt that Jiang Shang was too sharp. He would hurt others and himself. It would not be of much benefit to the King. And so on.
After throwing the memorial aside, Yang Jian sat on the chair and began to think. Should I leave more things for the mortal world of the South Continent?
For example, the system of selecting talents and talents. It would not take one step to the imperial examination, but it could also nurture some aristocrats to balance the feudal lords and dukes …
For example, with the current system of the Zhou Nation, if the ruler was a wise ruler, the world would naturally be stable.
However, if the ruler of the country was a good-for-nothing, then the flames of war would definitely rise everywhere and there would be endless rebellions.
Mortals did not know the Dao of longevity. When they encountered a storm, they wanted to transform into dragons. In fact, it was not only mortals. Cultivators were just mortals with some Dharma powers.
Dong!
"Come in." Yang Jian smiled. "When did you become so polite? You actually knocked on the door to enter."
The door was originally open. The handsome Young Master Xiao walked in with his hands behind his back. He snapped his fingers and a huge food box appeared in his hand.
"Prime Minister, I have prepared some wine and dishes. Why don't we go to the pavilion in the backyard to have a drink?"
"It's rare for you to be so elegant. Let's go."
Yang Jian raised his hand and gave his approval on the secret memorial. He stood up and chased after Xiao Lan.
After a while, in the hazy moonlight, Yang Jian and Xiao Lan drank in the pavilion. The moonlight was bright, and the frost was white. It made people unable to help but look at the moon in the sky and think of the person in their hearts.
"I didn't expect that I would be able to see a Saint with my own eyes." Xiao Lan sighed faintly. She was not lonely, but she was not excited either. "It's worth it to mess around in the South Continent and be locked up by my grandmother for a few hundred years."
Yang Jian drank a cup of wine. "Your grandmother is concerned about you."
"She's just concerned about the Xiao Family's bloodline. If I were someone else, it would be fine for her."
Xiao Lan shook her head. She held the wine cup in her mouth and supported her face with her left hand. She looked at the moon in a daze.
Yang Jian smiled. "After all, blood is thicker than water. This is something that others can't replace."
"All day long, you talk nonsense. There's no sense of elegance at all," Xiao Lan complained. "Look at those disciples from cultivation families. Which one of them isn't elegant and talented? They're proficient in zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting!"
Yang Jian snorted. "Can you beat me?"
Xiao Lan was speechless.
"Hahaha, come and drink." Yang Jian smiled awkwardly. How could he say what was in his heart?
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