"The Prime Minister hasn't returned for half a month, and I've been worried about you. Today, the Prime Minister has returned safely, and I offer you this cup!"
In the main hall of King Wu's palace, King Wu, who usually didn't drink much, also raised his wine cup and exchanged toasts with Yang Jian.
The emperor sat on the main seat of the low platform, and the officials sat cross-legged behind the low tables below. Only Yang Jian could sit below King Wu and in front of the ministers.
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Yang Jian raised his cup in greeting. Looking at the heroic King Wu, he thought that his return might be in a month's time, and felt a little reluctant.
The world passed by in a hurry, but there were still some feelings that had not changed …
"Cough, cough cough!"
King Wu suddenly coughed twice and raised his hand to cover his mouth, his face flushed red.
Yang Jian thought that King Wu had been injured by the Six Soul Banner, and hurriedly got up to check on his condition.
"I'm fine … cough, cough cough, I choked …"
King Wu waved his hand to stop Yang Jian, but unexpectedly, his sleeve swept over the wine cup on the table and spilled the sake all over his body.
"I'm fine, I'm fine." King Wu was immediately flustered. The palace servants beside him hurriedly ran over to wipe, but for some reason, they pushed King Wu back into his seat. The palace servants were so frightened that they hurriedly knelt down and the ministers jumped up one by one.
Yang Jian touched the tip of his nose and looked at King Wu, who was lying there laughing. He felt that there was a little awkwardness in the laughter.
"Drink, drink. Someone, play the music."
The banquet continued. King Wu quickly forgot the awkward situation from before, because he then fell into even more awkwardness …
Yang Jian stayed at the banquet for an hour. King Wu choked on his wine twelve times and bit his tongue three or four times. When Yang Jian left, King Wu got up to send him off, but accidentally fell off the table.
Fortunately, King Wu was strong, so it was not a big deal for him.
After Yang Jian left, King Wu suddenly felt as if his soul had returned. He had been a little dizzy at the sight of Yang Jian, but he gradually recovered his state.
The military headquarters was designated by King Wu as the commander-in-chief's office, and it was also Yang Jian's place of residence.
Hearing that Yang Jian had returned, the disciples of Chanism and the generals of the Zhou army hurried over. Other than the generals of the northern and southern armies, the generals of the Zhou army gathered together and waited quietly for Yang Jian to enter the Zong Bing Office.
Standing in front of the military headquarters, Yang Jian hesitated for a moment before waving at the young guard who was kneeling on one knee.
"Prime Minister?" The young general stared blankly for a moment before hurrying forward, his face full of excitement.
Yang Jian said calmly, "Go to the front hall and tell the generals that I will meet them in two hours. I am covered in dust and have to go to the backyard to change."
"Yes!"
The young general shouted and turned to run. However, before he could take two steps, he tripped over the threshold and fell to the ground. He fell face first onto the ground.
"Sigh …"
Just as Yang Jian was about to greet him, the young general jumped up again. Covering his bleeding mouth, he quickly ran toward the military headquarters.
With a soft sigh, Yang Jian turned into a gust of wind and went directly to the backyard of the military headquarters.
Previously, he had been secretly taken away by Daoist Tianyan, which naturally made Ao Xinke anxious. After the Ten Thousand Immortal Array, all the experts of the Dragons had returned to the Dragon Palace. She had not had an easy time in the past half a month.
When she heard that Yang Jian had appeared in King Wu's temporary imperial residence, Ao Xinke's heart finally settled down.
Even Xiao Lan, who had not eaten or drunk for more than ten days, could not help but have her eyes light up …
Yang Jian's figure entered the backyard with the wind and went to a pavilion. Ao Xinke and Xiao Lan, who were in the room, stood up at the same time and came out to welcome him.
Seeing his wife enter and leave together with a handsome young master, although he knew that Xiao Lan was also a beautiful fairy, Yang Jian still felt a little depressed …
Strange, why was he depressed?
Suddenly, Yang Jian became alert. His emotions seemed to be silently affected.
Heavenly Dao …
"Husband!"
"Don't come over, just stay there."
Yang Jian sighed. Seeing that the two were a little stunned, he smiled bitterly and said, "I am now a real God of Misfortune. Whoever gets close to me will suffer."
"Suffer? Husband, what's wrong? "Ao Xinke was slightly puzzled. She looked at Yang Jian with a little doubt in her eyes.
Yang Jian sighed softly and looked at Xiao Lan. "Xiao Lan, come here. I want to talk to you."
Xiao Lan blinked. Beside her, Ao Xinke's pretty face was also full of doubt. She watched as Xiao Lan walked to Yang Jian's side. Yang Jian smiled and said, "How is your relationship with me?"
"Are you Yang Jian or not?" Xiao Lan asked doubtfully. She looked away and snorted. "You and I are just chess friends."
"Alright, let's go back."
"Could it be that you're toying with me? Hmph! "
Xiao Lan turned and left angrily. She had only taken two steps when she reached the steps below the pavilion. She fell down inexplicably and landed with the word "Da" on her back.
Yang Jian stood with his hands behind his back. He had the aura of an expert who could hurt people invisibly.
"What! Pfft! "Xiao Lan crawled up in a sorry state. She turned to look at Yang Jian and then at the steps.
She was a Sky Immortal. Although she was not as strong as Yang Xiaochan, she could not fall down while walking …
"Xinke, listen to me carefully."
There was nothing to hide about this. He could tell Xiao Lan and Ao Xinke. Immediately, Yang Jian told them about Qian Hong and the sin of cutting Dao that he had to bear.
Xiao Lan immediately hid far away from Yang Jian. She gritted her teeth at Yang Jian and said, "You're really despicable. You actually schemed against me!"
"I need some evidence," Yang Jian said calmly. Xiao Lan was so angry that she kept stomping her feet. However, Ao Xinke suddenly took a step forward and walked toward Yang Jian.
Yang Jian wanted to stop her but swallowed his words. When Ao Xinke walked closer, the two of them hugged each other gently in the pavilion and did not say a word.
However, in just a few breaths, Ao Xinke frowned slightly and said softly, "Husband, my cultivation path seems to have some obstacles."
"Hurry up and stay away from me."
"It's fine." Ao Xinke was very intelligent. Yang Jian only said that the Six Saints and Daoist Tian Yan had used him to kill Daoist Qian Hong, but she had already guessed everything.
Ao Xinke said in a low voice, "Wherever my husband goes, I'll go too."
"I want to go …"
"I'll accompany you. At most, I'll leave this world and roam the Chaos Sea." Ao Xinke's words were gentle, but her gaze was rather firm.
Yang Jian hugged her tightly and said warmly, "In that case, let's go out and roam. I still have a few things that I can't rest assured about. Don't stay by my side these days. Let's stay together after we leave the Primordial World."
"Alright, I'll listen to your arrangements."
With someone helping him, Yang Jian could finally relax.
Not far away, Xiao Lan leaned against the railing of the corridor and listened to the couple's conversation. For some reason, she felt a little complicated.
"Yang Jian!"
Yang Jian looked up. "What's wrong?"
"The God-Conferment Tribulation is almost over. I'll go back and see Grandmother."
"Aren't you going to the Celestial Court to be on duty?"
"I don't want to go. There's no point." Xiao Lan turned her head and waved her hand coolly. "I'll return to the wild. I won't get drunk."
"Live forever as soon as possible!"
"Then become a Saint as soon as possible!"
Yang Jian could not help but laugh. He said in a low voice, "Xinke, send Xiao Lan off. If she's unwilling, protect her secretly."
"Don't worry, Husband. I know."
Ao Xinke left Yang Jian's side reluctantly and chased after Xiao Lan. However, when she flew away, Yang Jian clearly sensed that her aura was not smooth for a moment.
The power of the Heavenly Dao was really powerful. Even with his wife's cultivation level, she could not escape.
There were still two hours. Fortunately, Yang Jian lay on his back on the railing beside the pavilion. He enjoyed the breeze and took a nap to slowly relax.
Not long after he fell asleep, all the mortals and cultivators passing by within a hundred zhang of him stumbled and fell. Soft cries rose and fell one after another.
However, that was only the beginning …
On the day he met with the generals, more than ten mortal generals fell off their horses. A few of them cut their fingers when they rubbed their swords. There was even someone who almost drowned because he fell asleep while bathing …
Nezha, Wei Hu, and the other cultivators were also unlucky. Nezha could hit his own feet when he played with the Universe Ring. Wei Hu could actually step on the feces of the Celestial Dog when he walked …
In short, Yang Jian seemed to be emitting a faint bad luck that was causing the Zhou Army to gradually fall into chaos.
Fortunately, Yang Jian knew his limits.
"I plan to stay in Chaoge City for a few days." Yang Jian summoned the cultivators in the Zhou Army and placed the jade token in his hand on the desk. "There are steps on this when to send troops and how to advance. I don't have much time. I'll take down Chaoge City in a month."
"Senior Brother, why are you in such a hurry?"
"When the matter of the God Conferment is over, I'll go back and ask Uncle-Master. You will know," Yang Jian replied calmly. He swept his gaze across the people present and took out a scroll from the Black Tortoise Belt.
The blank decree of the Jade Emperor.
Raising his brush, Yang Jian asked, "If I write your names on this decree, I can help you escape the calamity of the God roll."
"You must already know the disadvantages of entering the God roll. However, I have to say that the Great God-Conferment Tribulation has yet to officially end. The calamity is still there. If I write my name and enter the Celestial Court in advance, if anything happens to you later, you will not have a life-saving last resort like the God roll."
"Are you willing?"
Who would not be willing?
Even Long Ji wanted to say something but hesitated. She said in a low voice, "I can't enter the God Conferment Realm from this. I have to be on the God roll …"
"Sister, you don't have to say anything. I know about this. Later, walk around the army and stop. There's no need to fight with others." Yang Jian said, "Moreover, the Ten Thousand Immortal Array has been broken. The immortals of Jie School have already returned. There are no more powerful enemies ahead."
Long Ji nodded slightly and stood quietly at the side.
Yang Jian said, "I'll write it."
At that moment, Yang Jian picked up his brush and wrote a line of small words.
"The Great God-Conferment Tribulation has risen. The immortal generals and divine weapons have contributed. Today, there is a line. "
"The Li family of Chentang Pass is loyal, brave, and diligent. They protect the area. Their family head, Li Jing, is brave, smart, and virtuous. Their eldest son, Jinzha, their second son, Muzha, and their third son, Nezha, are all fierce generals who are good at fighting. They are allowed to enter the Celestial Court and become an immortal."
Yang Jian thought for a while and wrote the words smaller. He used those words to write the names of Wei Hu, Lei Zhenzi, and Deng Chanyu.
As for a mortal general like Deng Jiugong, Yang Jian did not open the back door. In the future, he would directly enter the God roll. If he did not die in battle, he would wait for a hundred years to enter the Celestial Court as an immortal.
After writing that, Yang Jian said, "Take a look. Which disciples on the God roll did not write it?"
Nezha said straightforwardly, "Tsk, it's a pity."
Yang Jian's expression darkened, but he did not say anything.
After thinking for a while, Yang Jian felt that it was not appropriate for him to open too many doors. He raised his hand and wrote the word 'finished'.
He raised his brush and the decree emitted a dazzling golden light. It turned into a stream of light and flew into the sky.
After a while, a total of seven pillars of light descended from the sky and landed on the Zhou Army's South, North, and East roads. They enveloped the people who had been protected by Yang Jian just now.
The immortal voice lingered and the immortal official issued the decree. The few people who did not know the reason were a little stunned. That was also a huge benefit …
After Yang Jian sent out a few jade talismans, he left the military headquarters and flew to Chaoge City.
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