Chapter 277: Tomorrow noon, Umeyama Youkai!

At the banquet in Meicheng, the city lord of Meicheng suddenly asked for a profit. The implication was that Meicheng sent troops and he needed Yang Jian to exchange it for a'treasure'.
This treasure can refer to physical objects such as spirit treasures, treasures, and a large number of spirit stones; it can also refer to some promises and guarantees given. As long as Yang Jian can impress them, they will send troops to help Yang Jian attack Meishan.
The words of Mei Guihun and Mei Linhan directly put Meicheng out of the picture. Let’s not talk about how these generals in Meicheng can sit and watch Yang Jian go to attack the mountain, but they have a feud with the demon of Meishan. The news spread to the outside of this mansion, and Meicheng went from immortal to mortal, and it was impossible to say that it would be angry.
This matter is really not bright enough.
Lu Chunyang was originally invited to receive Yang Jian, when he heard the words of Mei Gui Hun, the lord of Mei City, he couldn't help but walk away.
He doesn't have much face to lose here.
But Yang Jian grabbed Lu Chunyang, and smiled casually: "Brother, don't worry, the two city owners are just for the sake of Meicheng. I can understand. Brother, why are you angry?"
"Brother you!" Lu Chunyang glared at Yang Jian, and Yang Jian nodded with a smile.
"Hey!" Lu Chunyang swept away his sleeves and sat on the chair, but he turned sideways not to look at the second city lord of the Mei family.
Yang Jian's smile gradually diminished, and he solemnly said: "I am a bit straight, and this twists and turns is unnecessary. Since I got here with the help of soldiers, naturally I can't let Meicheng bleed in vain. If you have any requests, it doesn't hurt to talk about it. I can accept it and will never bargain."
"Okay! Really sir, quick talk, I won't hide it," Mei Linhan directly took the voice of Meicheng, toasted a glass of wine to Yang Jian, and said: "Well, let's use Guanjiang as the boundary. To be attacked. After descending to Meishan, the north of Guanjiang will be the place where the real monarchs can garrison, and the south of Guanjiang will belong to Meicheng. How about?"
Before the end of the word "how" broke, Uncle Zhang on the side exploded in anger, pointing at the tip of Mei Linhan's nose and jumping angrily: "The mouse is short-sighted! The mouse is short-sighted!"
"Uncle Zhang!" Mei Linhan scolded with a cold face, "Don't forget your superiors and inferiorities! It is not your turn to speak here yet!"
"Poor and humble?" A general shook his head and looked at Mei Linhan. He suddenly laughed and laughed at himself. "At this time, you said to me about honor and inferiority. When you opened up the territory, you called us brothers! "
An uncle with a slightly longer dimension also said: "Lin Han, don't speak without hesitation. Since the true monarch has promised that I will be able to cultivate and settle in Meishan freely, why do you speak such a mouth to the true monarch at this time? ?"
Yang Jian sat there peacefully, as steady as Mount Tai, with a seemingly non-existent smile on his mouth.
In fact, the problem is not above the fief. The problem is that Mei Linhan doesn't seem to want to let himself drip into the muddy water of Meishan.
First, it said that only half of the city will be sent for soldiers and horses, and then put forward such harsh conditions, to cut Yang Jian's garrison in half. At first glance, it is indeed for Meicheng to consider, but after careful experience, this seems to be a disguised force. Yang Jian.
As someone else, Meishan is his own land, how can he let it?
But when it comes to Yang Jian, there are many variables. After all, Yang Jian's work is often unexpected in Lu Chunyang's view.
He shook his head and sighed, "It seems that City Lord Mei has a lot of misunderstandings and needs to be clarified. I was only in the Tianting Tongming Hall and led the decree to station troops in Meishan. It was not that Meishan was assigned to me to learn from those secular dynasties. One place."
"That, true monarch meant..."
"I only care about the garrison. What happens in the Meishan area has nothing to do with me. But if someone disturbs our barracks, I can't blame me for being polite."
When Yang Jian spoke to the back, his eyes were a little cold; Mei Linhan seemed to feel tremendous pressure facing Yang Jian. When Yang Jian looked away, Mei Linhan's back was covered with cold sweat, and he secretly took it away with the immortal method.
"It was me who was abrupt. Don't blame the true monarch, don't blame the true monarch."
Mei Linhan smiled dryly and agreed, and sat down in his seat, looking down at his glass, as if none of these things had happened before.
In fact, Mei Linhan was really guilty and didn't know how to answer.
Yang Jian’s trick is very ingenious. He only mentioned the garrison in Meishan, but did not say where the garrison is in Meishan. He also said that outsiders in the barracks should not be harassed. If Yang Jian waved his hand and turned the entire area of ​​Meishan into a heavy camp, then they too No trick.
Lu Chunyang secretly gave Yang Jian a thumbs up, Yang Jian pretended not to see, and asked directly: "My answer, are some of you satisfied?"
"Self-satisfied," Mei Guihun said softly again, taking Yang Jian's gaze.
She whispered: "Then I don't know when the true monarch will attack the mountain? I can make people prepare early.
"The Nanzhou Tribulation, I am also the one who should be robbed. It is advisable to attack the mountain sooner rather than later." Yang Jian tapped his finger on the table. "The monks of my generation are different from mortals. I don't care about what the three armies do before they start. Now we are ready to attack the mountain at noon tomorrow."
Mei Lin stared coldly: "Tomorrow noon?"
Mei Guihun: "So urgent?"
"Okay!" Uncle Zhang patted the tabletop and laughed twice, "My old Zhang likes a man who is so fast!"
Yang Jian:……
You are fast.
Without waiting for Meiguihun to reply, Yang Jian got up and said, "I’ll call for some helpers first, and invite some teachers. At noon, I use the drumming as the sign, the demon of Meishan, I will tomorrow Up!"
At the end of the words, Yang Jian was full of power, Mei Guihun's face was pale and her cultivation base was low, how could she resist Yang Jian's majesty at this time?
Looking at that Mei Linhan, although he tried his best to stay calm, he still couldn't speak.
Yang Jian smiled suddenly, as if a spring breeze was blowing in the middle of the dinner, "Everyone, leave first and meet again at noon tomorrow."
"True gentleman please!" Zhang Boshi shouted, with a sense of pride inexplicably.
Standing up, saying goodbye, Yang Jian went away freely, and when he went out, he drove up in the clouds; the twelve streamers flew up in the front yard, closely following Yang Jian.
After Yang Jian left, Lv Chunyang just stood up, with his hands behind his back, looking at Mei Linhan and Mei's return with an unkind expression.
Lu Chunyang sneered and said softly: "You two, do you think that the Marshal Yang Jian and the true monarch of Erlang occupy Meishan, this Meishan does not have your share?"
"Uncle Lu, how dare we have such an idea?"
Mei Guihun sighed softly, with a slight resentment between her eyebrows, "I'm just afraid that my Meishan line lost a foothold and became the rootless duckweed. I hope that the generals will understand my painstaking effort. Thought I did that villain meter."
A veteran sighed: "The city lord is serious, we are still our own family after all."
Several generals also expressed relief, but most Meicheng generals looked a little ugly.
"Huh!" Lu Chunyang swept his sleeves, "I really don't know whether you should say you are short-sighted or the frog at the bottom of the well! There is only this Meishan in your eyes! With all that said, the demon of Meishan will be destroyed today, and you don't have to meet again."
"Uncle Lu!"
"Farewell!"
Lu Chunyang flew out directly during the dinner, stepping on the sword and pierced through the air.
He didn't go to the side, but hurried back to his own school, transferred a group of masters, and then invited friends to come here at noon tomorrow to help out.
Not to mention that Lu Chunyang flew all the way, scattered jade charms all the way, and directly used all of his capable lines, almost alarming the lesser half of Central China.
Just say that Yang Jian, after leaving Meicheng, gave the Twelve Commanders a few orders, and flew towards the south with all his strength.
He saw Kunlun Mountain once from a distance, but he didn't really enter it, stopping on the ancient pilgrimage road.
Now, Yang Jian is considered to be successful in his cultivation, and he has also made a name for himself in Honghuang. Naturally, he doesn't need to walk to the Yuxu Palace step by step and fly directly.
After flying for two hours, Yang Jian felt a little tired, but he heard the faint fairy music on the horizon. When he looked up, he saw a majestic mountain, as if it had pierced through the nine heavens and stood above the clouds and mist. Smoke waves and water roar.
Kunlun Fairy Mountain.
Yuxu Palace is a saint's dojo. If it is not connected with this place, even if Daluo Jinxian digs three feet of the ground, it will never be seen.
But like Yang Jian, the disciple who had never met, but was highly regarded by the sage, returned to the mountain, and a golden bridge flew over Kunlun Mountain to guide Yang Jian towards the palace hidden in the misty clouds.
What is a fairy tree? The magnificent treasures, the tranquility like jade carvings, the vigor of the brush strokes, the pine and cypresses are lush.
This scene is like a dream, like a real, like a fantasy.
Yang Jian came with the Golden Bridge, glancing all the way, without taking a close look.
At the end of the golden bridge, there is a stone hall with a vacant door. There are two complicated ancient characters on the hall, which is probably "Yu Xu".
Yuxu Palace, this is where one's feet are.
Yang Jian didn't dare to be rude, first made a daoyi in front of the palace, and then bowed his head towards Shimen.
The stone gate slowly opened as he came, Yang Jian arched his hands in front of him, looked down at his feet, and stepped into the stone hall.
"Mr. Yang Jian, look up."
The gentle voice of Taoist Huanglong sounded in his ears. Yang Jian looked up and saw that there were more than a dozen strange-looking teachers sitting in two rows in front of him. At the end was a jade statue. It was a man sitting upright, his face blurred. Unclear.
This is the image of the saint.
This stone hall is big and big, or small, it seems very narrow. There are only simple relief murals on all sides. If you look at these murals, your mind will be a little trance, as if the stone temple is infinitely extending and forming a world of its own.
Guangchengzi and Chijingzi stood under the jade statue from side to side~EbookFREE.me~ Guangchengzi said warmly: "Molty is the side thing, come and see our master first."
"Yes," Yang Jian didn't dare to have any delusions in his heart, and with reverence and yearning, he bowed before the jade statue.
Li Cheng, Guang Chengzi held the whisk forward and helped Yang Jian up.
"I will know what you are here for," Guang Chengzi laughed. "You have to make other arrangements. If there is something to embarrass you tomorrow, we will do it with them."
Yang Jiandun felt warm and always felt that the world was so cold that only his own teachers could rest assured.
Yang Jianlian did a good job, and after greeting all the teachers, he said goodbye.
He first went to the East China Sea and then to Luzhou in Beiju. Finally, after thinking about it, he went to Tianting to see Taibaijinxing.
Originally, Yang Jian was still in a dilemma where to borrow troops. Meicheng and his party made him feel a little depressed, and borrowed all the soldiers he could borrow.
Just wait for Meishan to be captured, and see what kind of monsters are hiding under the masks of Meiguihun and Meilinhan!