Chapter 367: King Wen rides a crane, King Zhou wears armor!

Conquering Chonghou Tiger, returning in July, directly expanded Zhou's territory to the northern part of Nanzhou.
Among the princes of the two hundred towns in the north, one hundred and twenty-three returned to Zhou. Everyone heard of Zhou Wen and Wang Xiande. Now, seeing Zhou's strong rise, they have sent worship.
This battle allowed Yang Jian to stand firm in the Zhou state, from slaves to officials, and he was convinced of Yang Jian's government and military affairs.
When Yang Jian returned to Xiqi, Ji Fa worshipped Yang Jian as a young teacher. As long as he had free time, he ran to Yang Jian’s mansion for advice as the rule of the emperor and the policy of governing the country. Yang Jian also patiently taught and instilled the thought of diligence and love for the people in the future King Wu of Zhou.
If it is a mortal, it is a very human ability to do Yang Jian's step;
But for Yang Jian, these are just small things. His eyes have been on the sky, waiting for the Taoist immortals who might appear on the stage.
Bi Gan is dead, the next big thing should be Huang Feihu's rebellion a few years later.
After enlightening the Tao, Yang Jian worked carefully for a few days, set the pace of Xiqi's development in the next few years, and continued to use his avatar to wander around, hiding his real body to comprehend the profound arts.
After he moved to Xiqi, the immortals did not show up, but some of the masters of the education had secretly observed a few times, and found nothing unusual, and did not stay long.
After a few years in such a peaceful way, Xiqi became more prosperous, children running around everywhere on the streets, and the schools that Yang Jian promoted were also full of reading.
The kung fu in the past few years has not been wasteful and faint, and Yang Jian felt that he had grasped an aura and found a way to break through this level of limit.
But this feeling is vague and not yet fully grasped.
Cultivation cannot always rely on epiphany, more often it is like Yang Jian, a little bit of understanding, constant thinking, and searching for a further way.
One day, when there was heavy snowfall, a guard in the palace rushed to the Yang Mansion and said that Zhou Wang had summoned him.
Yang Jian suddenly disappeared in front of the guards, and arrived in the king's bedroom.
A strong smell of medicine rushed over his face, and Yang Jian looked at the old man who stepped on the bed and sighed softly.
"Teacher, how did you come?" Ji Fa shouted from the side.
"Tao Shu," Yang Jian walked to the front of the collapse and took a spiritual pill into King Wen's mouth. King Wen flashed a little light, and his muddy old eyes opened, and he glanced at Yang Jian gratefully.
"Thank you, Prime Minister..."
Yang Jian said: "You can only continue to live for the king for half an hour, but there are still things that have not been explained?"
King Wen grabbed Yang Jian's arm and trembled:
"I heard that the prime minister and my son Ji Fa killed the Chonghou tiger, and my heart was always uneasy. When I closed my eyes, I saw the Chonghou tiger standing on one side. In the early years, he was sacred, sitting in the northwest and commanding the princes of the two hundred towns on West Road. All are given by the Shang prince."
"After the lonely death, my son Ji Fa was assisted by the prime minister, and Zhou Zi was stable. Although the Shang prince is tyrannical today, the disaster will not be as good as Xiqi. If the merchant does not commit the crime, I must ask my son not to listen to the persuasion of the princes, and to defeat the prince. It's an unruly thing!"
Yang Jian was silent, although he didn't want to trick Wang Wen, he didn't want the old man to leave with regret.
Wen Wang did not have the heart to fight against Zhou, but Ji Fa was ambitious, but he meant to take the place of Emperor Xin.
"My lord, don't worry, this is what I should do," Yang Jian said, "Is there any unfulfilled wish?"
Wang Wen asked: "My son Boyi takes the exam, can he still be resurrected?"
Yang Jian said: "He will enter the heavenly court, and he will have a deep blessing in the future, so don't worry about it."
"That's good..." Wang Wen didn't notice the tears, and suddenly shouted sharply: "Ji Fa!"
"The son is here," Ji Fa knelt before the collapse, crying.
Wang Wen sighed and said: "As a minister, you should have the duty to serve as a minister. Don't commit the following crimes, otherwise, your old father will be hard to come by!"
"Child, remember! Please also ask the prime minister to prolong my father's life!"
"The number of fate should not be chaotic," Yang Jian said in a deep voice. Outside the door, there was already a group of ghosts waiting, and Wen Sheng persuaded Ji to send a few words.
King Wen closed his eyes, his face was peaceful, and gradually he vented more and less air, and his face was filled with lifelessness.
There was a ghost outside and shouted respectfully: "Worship to the true monarch, the underworld calls souls, please don't stop the true monarch."
Yang Jian left before the collapse and walked to the outside. A gust of wind blew by, and crying sounded everywhere in the hall.
The ghost chaser took the spirit of King Wen and came to bow before Yang Jian; King Wen was a ghost, so he could see Yang Jian's true body wrapped in a golden breath, and he was even more surprised when he saw the ghost bow to Yang Jian.
The ghost said: "True monarch, I will return to my life after this."
"Don't make it difficult for King Wen."
"Don't worry, true monarch, don't dare to be embarrassed," Gui Chai promised, holding Wang Wen's arms and flying towards the outside of the hall.
Wang Wen wanted to say something, but couldn't speak. He just turned his head and looked at Yang Jian, with a relieved smile...
Really a god.
In twenty years, Xibo Hou Ji Changwan, Xiqi Jinsu March, the world princes Qi Yu.
The prosperous and powerful King Wu succeeded to the throne and tried his best to govern, and the air luck in all parts of Xiqi became stronger and stronger; Yang Jian guarded the four directions for the king, and the cities of the Zhou Dynasty stored food and grass and trained soldiers.
Yang Jian pushed to build slave soldiers and promised that as long as he accumulated military exploits, he could take his family out of slavery together, which made Zhou Jun more powerful.
King Wen's advice before his death is still in his ears, and King Wu dared not arbitrarily attack him, not to mention that he has just taken office, and the people's sentiment is unstable.
But even if King Wu can't afford soldiers, he always has trouble finding his door.
In the twenty-first year of Zhou, a big star moved westward in the middle of the sky. Yang Jian entered the palace late at night and had a close conversation with King Wu. Then he hurriedly left Xiqi and directly displayed the golden light to Chaoge City.
Tonight, Chaoge City is still singing and dancing.
Yang Jian was also a brave artist, and went straight to Lutai, but saw soldiers running around Lutai. On the side of the terrace, there were seven or eight court ladies cleaning.
With divine light in his eyes, there were countless grievances hovering under the deer platform. But among these resentful souls, a thin figure shrank in the corner, crying bitterly.
In the palace of Shang prince, resentment, spirits, ghosts and demons crossed and crisscrossed, eroding the last bit of the fortune of Dashang, the ghosts of the underworld did not dare to come here to take the soul, so they had to let it go. Therefore, this soul has just left the body and has nowhere to go, waiting to be eroded by the resentment and turn into a resentful soul.
Yang Jian hid his figure and landed in the corner of Lutai, looking at the crouched figure.
This is a beautiful woman who still looks young and beautiful, with a yellow face and a pitiful, gorgeous dress stained with blood.
Yang Jian said, "Mrs. Huang, don't be afraid."
"You, who are you..."
"Yang Jian, Huang Tianhua's senior," Yang Jian opened his hand, holding a magic bead in his hand, and said: "Come in first, I will take you out of this place and meet Tianhua in the future."
The soul of the beautiful woman nodded slightly, perhaps the warmth on Yang Jian's body made her unguarded, turned into a ray of glory, and sank into this orb.
Yang Jian turned and left without doing much. After leaving Chaoge City, he stayed on the cloud and waited for the Chaoge City Incident.
Why did Tianhua's mother die?
A few days ago, Huang Feihu, Marshal of soldiers and horses of the Shang Dynasty, Wang Feihu, the king of Wucheng, entered the palace for a banquet. Because he was dissatisfied with the demon queen's Daji, he released the divine warrior and scratched the demon queen.
With hatred in her heart, the demon queen waited for an opportunity to retaliate, and set a big banquet today to entertain the wives of the important officials of Chaoge City.
During the banquet, the Demon Empress drunk Huang Feihu's wife Jia, and made her sleep soundly in the palace. After nightfall, the drunk Di Xin saw Jia's drunk again, and Di Xin wanted to force him to molest him. Jia Clan woke up in time and fought back.
Jia's temperament was quite Zhenlie, and Yu Lutai jumped down and died on the spot.
Di Xin was quite regretful after sobering up, but Huang Feihu's sister and concubine Huang Feihu heard that the imperial concubine reported the incident. She was furious and hurried to the deer platform. He cursed at Di Xin and pressed'Da Ji' on the ground for a while. Fight together.
Di Xin was irritated, and reached out to pull Huang Fei, but Huang Fei slapped her face with a slap.
Although Di Xin was regretting, when was he slapped? The moment of anger, Huang Fei lifted up with one hand, and dropped the deer platform with one hand.
Yang Jian sat on the cloud with divine light in his eyes. After seeing this, he hesitated a little, but did not save Huang Fei's soul.
Concubine Huang is different from the Jia family in that the former is Di Xin's concubine, even if he saves his soul, he has nowhere to stand.
Not long after, there was loud crying from the Wucheng Palace, and the four brothers under Huang Feihu's account were filled with righteous indignation. They were about to enter the Shangjun Palace with their swords and guns. Huang Feihu rode a five-color sacred bull and stopped them and cursed the four people.
Huang Feihu is indeed loyal, even if his wife was forced to death by Emperor Xin, although her heart is sad, she has no intentions.
The four generals of the Huang family were all in grief and indignation.
When Huang Feihu came into the mansion, he saw his three sons Huang Tianlu, Tianjue, and Tianxiang crying, while the four brothers who were born and died held their palms and laughed. They were upset and went up to make sense.
There was a general named Zhou Ji under Huang Feihu’s account. He was quite scheming. When Huang Feihu scolded and became more angry, he said:
"Brother, you are an extremely human minister and wear a python robe. You know your military exploits in your life, and you know you are brave. But I don't know your past, but you still rely on your sister-in-law's appearance to please the king and get so rich!"
"what did you say?"
Huang Feihu's eyes were round, and he thought of the scenes from the wedding until now, and thought of the tyrannical affairs of the Shang prince now, and immediately roared.
"So why not turn him back today!"
The four generals were overjoyed, and immediately went out to order some soldiers, cleaned up the soft, and ordered a thousand generals and hundreds of vehicles, loaded them overnight, and transported them out of Chaoge City.
Huang Feihu then asked: "Where shall we go back to Chaoge today?"
Huang Ming, one of the four generals, said: "Xiqi Wuwang is in the west and the north, and the world is home to one's heart. Why not defect?"
"Never mind!" Huang Feihu sighed, and said, "Go west!"
Seeing Huang Feihu's expression swaying again, Zhou Ji thought about his previous violent general method. It only worked while Huang Feihu's angrily attacked his heart. If he didn't stop this matter, Huang Feihu would probably return to the Chaoge to lead the crime halfway.
Huang Feihu is true to his loyalty, but how can Emperor Xin accept Huang Feihu again? The torture must be unavoidable.
Right now, Zhou Ji said again: "Big brother! Go to Xiqi to borrow troops and come back to avenge the sister-in-law and the empress, it is too late! How can the sister-in-law look down at Spring? Not today, go to the palace and ask the tyrant to ask for an explanation! "
Huang Feihu's eyes were blood-red, and he attracted a five-color sacred bull, wearing a golden armor, carrying a long sword, and jumping on the back of the sacred bull.
"Follow me to enter the palace gate!"
Everyone will promise ~EbookFREE.me~ The four generals will go up and follow straight to the palace gate.
Huang Feihu’s younger brothers, Huang Feibiao and Huang Feibao, rhyme with the cart and lead their family to Ximen. They are all generals in the army. How can the defenders dare to stop them?
Besides, Huang Feihu was murderous and rushed out of the palace gate on a five-color sacred bull. The sky was already clear at this time. Although the guards at the gate stopped five people, they did not dare to attack King Wucheng and could only go to the palace. Report.
Huang Feihu roared again and again: "Di Xin! Come out for a battle! Return my sister and my wife!"
The palace gate suddenly opened wide, and hundreds of elite soldiers walked out slowly, surrounded by a tall figure.
Look at this man, wearing a Nine Dragon Robe, sitting on a dragon horse, carrying a golden sword, with a majestic face, a dragon robe responding to the morning glow, but his armor is scattered with cold killing intent.
With a cold snort, the coercive song.
Yang Jian raised his eyebrows on the cloud. If he didn't know that this was a mundane world, he really thought he had seen Lu Bu...