Chapter 271: There is Qingcheng beyond the green hills

Going to the Heavenly Court to borrow soldiers is reasonable, but it is easy to lose the tail; if the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals are stationed here, then Yang Jian will really lose out.
Going to the Dragon Palace to borrow soldiers is purely based on one's own ‘private love’, and Dragon Palace will inevitably lend soldiers to itself.
But using his father-in-law's soldiers to open up a site is somewhat... sorry.
Therefore, after thinking about it, he couldn't make up his mind for the time being. Yang Jian glanced at the twelve commanders behind him. These twelve more and more mature witch youths looked at Yang Jian with expectation.
They were expressing their eagerness to fight in front of Yang Jian, and wanted to get a little self-proof.
Yang Jian said solemnly: "For the time being, I will find a place to hide near Meishan, and I will give you half a month to verify all the things you have investigated before."
"Yes," the Twelve Commanders responded with a slight loss.
Yang Jian's stern face showed some smiles, and the Twelve Commanders were like a spring breeze, and the tension and eagerness in his heart also eased a lot.
"Don't worry, there is a time for you to show off your skills. When you hide here and investigate, be careful not to reveal your whereabouts. Hold these."
Yang Jian took a jade plate and cut it into twelve pieces, each with a mysterious energy wrapped around it.
"If you are in danger, crush this jade fragment, and I will show up to help."
Yuluo hurriedly said: "Second Lord, we don't need to..."
"For you, what I say is an order." Yang Jian said indifferently, and the Twelve Commanders hurriedly knelt down on one knee, all nervously.
Yang Jian curled his lips, and he didn't know why they were so afraid of themselves, maybe it was because they didn't meet very often.
With a wave of his hand, the twelve commanders simultaneously used profound techniques to hide their figure, turning into twelve clouds of smoke, drifting slowly towards the foot of Meishan.
Yang Jian was a bit speechless, not knowing how many of his twelve only subordinates had learned when he was away...
It should be Master's masterpiece, except for Master, there are no others.
He stood on the cloud and stopped for a while, searched for thousands of miles with his spiritual sense, and then headed to the southeast.
A thousand and five hundred miles away from Meishan, on the edge of Central China, there was a city that was not too big and not too small. The entire city was shrouded in formations, and there was a lot of monster energy around it. The city was like a reef in the territory of a monster.
Terran City?
Yang Jian couldn't help but mutter in his heart.
The six friends of Meishan, the six powerful subordinates, who were also his own brothers, had not yet settled at this time.
And Meishan was occupied by the monster clan, Yang Jian was still thinking before, can't his brother be the monster clan he has been targeting...
Perhaps, from the time when he rescued his mother in Heavenly Court, his fate was already different from the original Yang Jian; the six close friends he should have met were also missing.
"Snarling dog, three-pointed two-edged sword, Meishan six friends..."
Yang Jian murmured a few words, the figure had already flown over the city, looking back at the direction of Meishan, this place was separated from Meishan by mountains, but there was an inexplicable connection.
The city is full of voices, with a population of hundreds of thousands; many figures are flying in the air and patrolling, and there are also heavy soldiers stationed in several areas outside the city guard, wearing standard armor, and high spirits.
Heavenly soldier?
It seems not, because the banner erected on the city's head is not the banner of the heavenly soldiers and generals.
It was a plum blossom blooming on the snow-white white silk, as gorgeous as blood.
"Mei..." Yang Jian seemed to feel something, wrapping himself with profound energy, using seventy-two changes to make an ordinary bird, ignoring the big formation and flew in.
After turning around the city twice, he landed in the garden of a mansion, quietly observing the monks and mortals in the city.
There is a lot of harmony here, mortals live a rich life, and there are continuous grain fields outside the city, and monks are stationed to guard.
All the guards in the city, no matter the guards patrolling the streets of mortals or those immortal soldiers who practiced well, have a ‘plum blossom’ on their armor, which is still as gorgeous as blood.
family? School?
What is the meaning of a blood plum?
I was afraid of being curious about everything. Yang Jian's curiosity arose. How to conquer Meishan was temporarily put down, and despite the twelve commanders investigating the details of the monster clan, he lived in the city swaggeringly.
There were a few great Luo Jinxian auras in the city, but for Yang Jian at this time, a few great Luo Jinxian could no longer constitute a danger, unless it was the power of Master Taiyi.
The restaurant has always been the place where the three religions and the nine generations gather, and it has always been the most conspicuous building in the city.
This immortal city with plum blossoms as the banner is mixed in the big city. A tall building stands at the intersection of Fansu Street and Xiuzhefang City. People on the ground come and go, and immortals in the sky are very lively.
Yang Jian did not fly, walked into the door of the restaurant, sat in the corner of the lobby swaggeringly, and waved, the shop Xiaoer ran over and nodded and bowed.
"What would you like the guest? Look at it."
"What do you all have here?" Yang Jian leaned back in his chair, slightly'lazy', like a rich kid going out to play, and said: "Master, I can't talk about it, if this wine and food are not to my appetite Don’t blame me for going out to ruin your reputation."
The shop Xiaoer quickly patted his chest to make sure that when Yang Jian directly took a piece of gold cake and put it on the table, his eyes were green.
Yang Jian: "Bring me eight dishes, each of which is the most expensive in your store."
"Hey..." The shop Xiaoer agreed, but whispered: "Guest, this most expensive dish is not bought with gold and silver."
"Oh? What is that for?"
"You have also seen the guest. Our nine-layered fairy brew has nine floors. Here, hehe, it's the third floor. There are middle and upper third floors."
Yang Jian frowned, unhappy, "A broken restaurant does so many tricks, what's the saying on the third and middle floors?"
"The guest is not a local, isn't it?" Xiao Er's eyes flickered.
Yang Jian nodded indifferently: "I followed my master some time ago. To tell you the truth, I am also the Taoist priest who cultivates Talismans."
The shop Xiaoer smiled awkwardly, "Then why don't you go to the third floor of the middle school..."
"Have you never seen a monk who can't fly?" Yang Jian asked in a cold voice, his complexion was very bad, and the shop Xiaoer quickly apologized.
Yang Jian asked about the rules of this place again, the shop Xiao Er hesitated a little, but after Yang Jian threw the golden cake into his arms, he told the truth completely.
This city is really called ‘Mei City’, and the city’s lord’s surname is Mei, and there are more than a dozen monastic families that have been handed down since ancient times, all serving the Mei family.
This restaurant is the property of the Mei family. The upper, middle and lower floors entertain different guests. The lower is the ordinary, the middle is the monk, and the upper is the immortal. The highest floor is said to be opened only when the city lord personally entertains guests.
"I think there are many monsters in the northwest of this place, and there are also many monsters around this city. Why not move this city to the south?"
"Monster?" Dian Xiaoer raised the word, inexplicably indignant, and said straightforwardly: "If we retreat again, wouldn't this place be occupied by the demons? If we are afraid of the demons coming, our human race still Is there a place to survive?"
Yang Jian rubbed his eyebrows and said ‘offend’, but he didn’t think that he would be so righteously educated by a shopkeeper.
So, it can be seen that Meicheng is extraordinary.
"Monsters can eat people," Yang Jian said, "Those monks who come and go may be fine. Are you mortals, aren't you afraid?"
"Let’s tell you, my family is here to tell me this is the twenty-eighth generation, and there are so many demons," the shop Xiaoer smiled, "the demons can’t enter the city. There are so many immortals in the city that the whole world can’t find them. It’s a safer place than this. Guest officer, please wait slowly. I'll call you a meal."
"Go, if the food is not good, you still have to pay me back what you have in your hand."
"Don't worry, you!"
The shopkeeper yelled and ran away holding the golden cake.
Yang Jian listened attentively, and every word and word in this tall building came into his ears.
"It seems that Heavenly Court has sent envoys to recruit again, and he also promised us the post of general in front of the City Lord's Hall. I don't know if the City Lord will agree this time."
"Hey, what kind of general in front of the temple, is to let you listen to the announcement outside the temple, without soldiers and power. Do you remember Erlang to save your mother? At that time, the heavenly court gave Erlang the truth The title of the Grand Marshal in front of the palace, guess what?"
"What else, Erlang true monarch scolds Taibaijinxing, who doesn't know?"
Yes, there are still people talking about themselves.
There are a lot of things, Yang Jian has extracted a lot of information.
First, this place is the forefront of the fight against the demon clan. Every year, many people with the righteousness to remove the demon come to vote. But in the event of a great war, many immortals in the northwestern part of Central China will send people to help.
I also accidentally heard a lot of rumors about Lu Chunyang's brother.
Secondly, the monster clan regards Meicheng as a thorn in the flesh and a thorn in the eye. Great battles will break out almost every hundred years. There was a battle several decades ago, with countless casualties. The monster clan is also a loss of soldiers. It is said that there are quasi-sage-level powers behind. Fight.
Third...
"General! It's him!"
Yang Jian was thinking at ease, and suddenly heard some familiar voices ringing aside, but this time it was a bit sharp.
Turning to see, it was the shopkeeper who had just taken his golden cake. He was hiding behind a burly man in fairy armor. He pointed to Yang Jian and said, "He just asked me about a lot of things in the city, and he came here. Miansheng, I have never seen it before, and it is hard to say that it is the spy of the monster race!"
Look at the general~EbookFREE.me~ with thick eyebrows, big eyes, rough hands and feet, carrying two big knives, and his mana is as vast as a sea of ​​smoke. Although he does not know his realm, he is definitely a person who can conquer the battle.
"You!" The general came forward, holding his arms, thinking of something, and shouted into the lobby: "Why are you still in a daze, leave quickly! I won't wait until Grandpa I start to hurt your small arms and legs. !"
The full house of diners dispersed, rushing out of the restaurant, and the streets gradually became noisy.
Yang Jian picked up a cup of fragrant tea, took a sip, and said, "There are hundreds of thousands of people in this city. You just haven't seen me. How can you tell that I am a spy?"
The general sneered coldly and said, "Really? Since you are from the city, take your token and take a look!"
"Token? Oh, I forgot to bring it."
As soon as Yang Jian's words fell, a bright sword fell from the sky and directly split the wooden table in front of Yang Jian.
"Huh! You monster! Don't hurry to show the prototype!"