Chapter 275: Have to be good

In fact, Yang Jian has always been very cautious about making friends, so by this time there are only a few friends, and they all made friends while traveling abroad.
Lu Chunyang, who is not sure of his beautiful master, is now Fu Dongliu, who has a cultivation base that does not know the geometry. Wen Wanke is now also Wen Qingling, who is in the fairy gate, and the son of Longgong, the son of Aoji who matched himself...
These are all friends, and most of the other friends are seniors, so how dare you be a confidant?
When Yang Jian was in his hometown on the earth, he always felt that he didn't need too many friends, just three or two people who could keep in touch with each other would be enough.
Up to now, he also thinks like this, but he did not expect that in this small Meicheng, he would meet a few defenders of temper. Although the influence of the two in the predicament is not the same, Yang Jian But I feel that making friends, talking, and drinking with them are all blessings in life.
It’s a good practice to have a few friends.
However, he and Yao Gonglin could not be regarded as true confidants, not because of other reasons, but because Yao Gonglin wanted him when the two got acquainted, and Yang Jian also had the heart to solicit.
If the rights are combined, the rights will be neglected.
Yang Jian felt a little sad when he thought of this, but he also knew that this was something that could not be avoided; if he came to Meishan not at this time, but earlier, when he had just traveled through the great famine, he arrived here and made friends with Yao Gonglin and others. At that time, I might be able to become true friends with them.
Under the grapevines, Yang Jian and Yao Gonglin talked all night.
At first they were still discussing the Meishan Demon Clan, and then they gradually began to talk about the world, and when they became white in the east, the two had begun to discuss the "wu" and "dao" suitable for the battle formation.
The two talked happily and harmoniously.
At the beginning, Yao Gonglin really wanted to climb the backing of Yang Jian, but he became more familiar with Yang Jian, and was very kind to Yang Jian's easygoing calmness, and told the truth about these words that should not have been said.
"True Monarch, after the Nanzhou Daomen tribulation, Heavenly Court may have to liquidate Wubuzhou. By then, the brothers also want to have a basis. I wonder if the true monarch has the intention of recruiting troops?"
Yang Jian went on the road more this time. He didn't have any plans to take Meicheng City Lord instead, but he also wanted to win over several warlords who could lead to join his subordinates.
One thousand and two hundred... Oh, no, although the three thousand grass head gods will be the main force in his future conquests, he still has to station some generals in Meishan, and he can't go out on his own to guard against emptiness in his home.
"I am thankful that Gonglin will not give up. Although I only have twelve leaders at this time, I have no soldiers or generals. If Gonglin is to come, I must have Gonglin's place."
Yang Jian's earnest eyes and sincere words also gave Yao Gonglin a promise.
Yao Gonglin's eyes flickered, and he tentatively said, "True Monarch, but you are looking at this Meicheng?"
"What does Gonglin mean?" Yang Jian pretended to not know what Yao Gonglin meant, and smiled: "I think this Meicheng is a good one. All mortals and monks can live in peace. In the future, you can often come and walk around and take my family and children. Relax."
Yao Gonglin was a wise man, and he heard what Yang Jian said.
He did not get involved in the heart of Meicheng.
This made Yao Gonglin breathe a sigh of relief, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and most of the guilt in his heart disappeared.
Uncle Zhang, who was asleep in the room, grinned and turned to sleep.
After hesitating, Yao Gonglin said, "True monarch, I don't know if I should talk about something."
"But it's okay to speak."
"Meishan...In the Heavenly Court Sealing Reward, it is already the confinement of the true monarch, but the tens of thousands of Meishan children in Meicheng, will there be a chance to return to their hometown..."
Yang Jian shook his head and chuckled, "I have only four people in my family. Can I live in such a big mountain? You can build a walled city, of course, I will not stop it. Gong Lin, these things are all things that should be right." What I did was to find a place to live for my mother, my little sister, and my wife who had not been through the door."
Yao Gonglin got up and said, "Thank you, Zhenjun, for your fulfillment."
This is so decided.
After Yang Jian captured Meishan, he promised to give the Meishan line a chance to return to his hometown. Yao Gonglin and Zhang Boshi would also join Yang Jian as a leader after the Meishan line was settled.
Although Yao Gonglin and Uncle Zhang acted in this way, they had already found the ‘next house’ before pacifying Meishan, which was not quite authentic.
But these are their own affairs in Meishan's line, and they have nothing to do with Yang Jian.
Moreover, the reason why Meicheng exists, and the reason these people follow Meicheng's lord Meiguishun, is for the purpose of returning to Meishan's hometown and smoothing the Yaozu's wish for revenge for the ancestors.
When they have their wish, wherever they go, it's all personal fate, and there is no betrayal.
"You don't have to be polite," Yang Jian waved his hand, seeing the sky was bright, then stood up and said: "Let's go, let's go to the City Lord's Mansion together. If the City Lord has not left the customs, I will wait a few days."
"Here, please, I'll call Bo Shi!"
Yao Gonglin seemed to be a little bit excited. He walked with wind, rushed into the guest room in two steps, and took out the beard Zhang who was asleep.
In fact, the Twelve Commanders had already practiced in the room on standby. Yang Jian made a gesture, and the Twelve Commanders opened their eyes at the same time. They guarded Yang Jian, but their young faces were full of mature and seriousness. This was naturally the same as their earlier experience. related.
Long live Beizhou, why is cold?
On the eve of the end of their lives, they ushered in the new life given by Yang Jian. This kind of mental experience is really not easy.
Slowly live and die, near death to survive.
The Twelve Witch Clan children just stood there. Although they were not yet a master, they had the momentum, the majesty was already there, and they were full of energy. They were dressed with old blood and looked like eagles, and did not lose face to Yang Jian.
"Haoerlang!" Yao Gonglin praised.
Yang Jian smiled without saying a word, and went out of the General's Mansion with Zhang and Yao. The Twelve Commanders followed behind him, majestic and majestic.
咚咚咚咚...
As soon as I went to the street, I heard the roar of the sky drum in the center of the city.
"True monarch, the city lord should be out of the customs, this is the drumbeat for calling me to wait for the discussion!"
Yang Jian groaned and said, "You go first. I will prepare a few gifts and come to see you personally."
"That's fine," Yao Gonglin had just finished speaking, and Zhang Boshi was about to mutter a few words, ‘how so many things’, when Yao Gonglin slapped his head and slapped him down.
Uncle Zhang rolled his eyes and was dragged away.
Yang Jian smiled and stepped forward, thinking that this guy was muddled a bit, but it was quite interesting.
Behind him, Yuluo whispered: "Second Lord, the generals in Meicheng are all from Meishan's line. After Mei Linhan took power, General Meishan was dissatisfied with him."
"Okay," Yang Jian interrupted Yuluo's words, naturally knowing what she was talking about.
The Twelve Commanders bowed their heads at the same time, and they were about to kneel down in the street to admit their mistakes, and Yang Jian's body was fixed with profound energy.
It's nothing more than recruiting some generals based on his own name, and borrowing the body of Meicheng to quickly pull up a soldier and horse that obeys his orders.
But do you dare to use such a soldier?
"We are here on loan. Don't do anything beyond the rules. Don't let others take the blame."
"Second Lord, it's our misconsideration..."
Yang Jian smiled, and said calmly: "You spend more time on the tricks of fighting the enemy, intrigue and conspiracy, is that still a witch?"
The Twelve Commanders looked at each other, did the second master think of the Wu Clan too ‘simple’...
One thing that Yang Jian likes more about Meicheng is that there are no pavilions suspended in the sky in Meicheng, and they are all houses built on the earth.
And in order to cooperate with the great defensive formation, there are only a few tall buildings, which are still four corners supporting the sky, which are the supporting points of the great defensive formation.
Such an ancient city, although it lacks a little fairy spirit and the ethereal meaning of those fairy cities in the hinterland of Central China, it makes people feel more real and more real.
Walking on the street, Yang Jian felt that something was wrong with his hands empty, so he pulled out the Roaring Sky Dog and put a rein on it.
This snarling dog doesn’t matter. Yang Jian also remembered the nine-headed chicken larva he kept in the black turtle belt; previously because there were Feng Wu and Feng Shan in the black turtle belt, Yang Jian divided the small space. Come out from a corner, stuff Xi Meier into it, and leave it alone.
I don't know if it's suffocated.
Yang Jian stopped by the side of the road, sinking into the gems of the mysterious turtle belt, and withdrew the barrier that separated the corner, revealing the somewhat panicked woman inside.
Her long hair was disheveled, her face was haggard, and there was not much vitality in her eyes. Only after seeing Yang Jian's Yuanshen projection, she showed slight fluctuations.
Looking at this Ximeier, Yang Jian really didn't know what to do.
Originally, I wanted to use her as a ‘remedy’. If I couldn’t get phoenix blood from the refining spear, I would try to sublimate and ripen her blood for refining the spear.
But now, Yang Jian's three-pointed two-bladed spear has been trained, but he has no intention of killing her again.
The three demon of Xuanyuan tomb, Yang Jian killed the blood-sucking jade bone pipa spirit, caught the nine-headed chicken juvenile, and locked Daji in the East China Sea Dragon Palace.
It's easy to kill this young chicken. She is a monster, Yang Jian is a human, and killing is to cut the enemy's partisan.
But Yang Jian always felt a little awkward in his heart, as if killing her would leave a gap in his heart.
No matter whether you kill people or demon, if it is useful to you, you will stay, and if it is not useful to you, you will kill it, instead of judging right from wrong, how can you have a clear conscience?
But unfortunately, I can't let go, I'm afraid that I will provoke the anger of the Saint Nuwa...
"Xi Mei'er, do you want to die or live?"
Xi Mei'er smiled miserably, and ran her slender fingers across her long hair, and whispered: "I said I want to die or want to live, is it useful? My life and death are in your thoughts. Ask me, is it interesting?"
While speaking, she burst into tears, biting her lip and sobbing uncontrollably.
Yang Jian said sternly: "I save your life, originally for the purpose of refining the gun, but the magic weapon has been completed, it is useless for me to keep you here."
"If you want to kill, just give me a good time." Xi Mei'er closed her eyes, her face determined.
She had actually recovered a little bit of demon power at this time, but she had no fighting spirit in her heart, and she didn't even want to escape her birth.
Yang Jian groaned a few times, and said, "Hand over your wisp of demon soul, make a vow of heaven and worship me as your lord. From now on, go and be with Chu Qian."
Xi Meier was taken aback for a moment, then raised her head to look at Yang Jian, her eyes a little stunned.
She thought that she had died to the end ~EbookFREE.me~ was thrown here by Yang Jian, just to absorb the evil spirit for his pet dog practice.
But I never thought that Yang Jian would want her to be a maid...
"If you don't want to, I will have to seal you down for a thousand years. After a thousand years, I will let you go."
After that, Yang Jian flicked his sleeves, and withdrew from the mysterious turtle belt, he continued to walk on the street and headed towards the city lord mansion.
But within two steps, there was a cry from the black turtle belt that only Yang Jian could hear.
"I wish to... serve you as Lord..."
Promised so soon?
Yang Jian couldn't help but doubt, is it possible that there can be fraud?
"Wow! Wow!"
The snarling dog suddenly barked at the front twice, and Yang Jian looked up, but saw a slender figure with a sword back standing in front of him, an elegant face with a high crown.