Chapter 370: The flying tiger returns to Xiqi

Nezha, Huang Tianhua, Wei Hu...
The wind was noisy in his ears, Yang Jian was hiding in the golden light, and these names were flashed in his heart. The figure had already reached under Qishan and went straight to the palace of King Wu.
A few days later, Huang Feihu and his entourage were about to arrive in Qishan. King Wu had planned to go out to meet him, but Yang Jian stopped him and explained the principles of the emperor and his ministers.
Yang Jian led Xiqi civil and military forces out of the city for ten miles, set up camp, and waited for Huang Feihu's carriage.
Huang Feihu heard from the general Zhou Jun who said that Prime Minister Zhou Guo was waiting in front of him, and after discussing with Huang Dang about one or two, he took the first step in the light car. Riding a five-color sacred bull, four generals and hundreds of fine riders, he rode horses and gallops under Qishan Mountain.
Along the way, Huang Feihu saw many towns and villages in the Zhou Kingdom, all of which were rich in people, fertile farmland, neat winding paths, and peaceful everywhere. They really looked completely different from the surroundings of Chaoge City.
I asked the generals of Zhou Jun and learned of the various systems implemented by the immortal prime minister of the State of Zhou.
See also that the Zhou army’s upper and lower armours are slightly different, and the weapons have also been improved. The camps and marches are all neatly organized.
When I inquired, I knew that this was the skill of the immortal prime minister, and I was even more surprised.
In Chaoge City, I always hear that "the world is three points, the week gets the second", and I think it's just a lie. After entering Zhou's territory, he was deeply moved by what he saw and heard along the way.
The general of Zhou also said that Qishan Mountain was actually the most barren land in Zhou. The prime minister said that there will be more than ten years of warfare here, and that most of the people have been taken to the west of Qishan early, and left here, Most of them came from exile from outside Zhou.
Huang Feihu thought about the politics of business, and was speechless, thinking to himself:
"This immortal prime minister must have the appearance of a fairy like a crane."
Only five miles away, I saw a young man in a white robe standing in the middle of the road from a distance, with long hair and shawl, unspeakably handsome and elegant, but there was nothing fascinating.
Huang Feihu stopped the sacred bull, turned over and got off the bull, and said to the white-clothed young man: "I'm going to Huang Feihu, it's polite to be here. Is this little brother sent by Prime Minister Xiqi to lead the way?"
Yang Jian had no entourage. He was really embarrassed at this time, but he nodded and laughed, "Yes, I also invite King Wu Cheng to come with him. The prime minister has been waiting for too long."
"Thank you!" Huang Feihu jumped on the cow's back, and Yang Jian moved forward, reaching out to take the reins of the five-color cow.
Huang Feihu was hurriedly trying to stop him, this sacred cow is psychic, and if an outsider wants to touch it, he will open his mouth and bite. From broken bones and tendons, to severely lose a wrist.
Unexpectedly, before Huang Feihu had time to speak, the young man had already grabbed the rein and pulled forward.
This sacred cow, who is not even a bird of the four generals of the Huang family, bowed his head like the little wife and kicked forward with the tail of the cow.
Huang Feihu's heart shuddered, only saying that Xiqi, Hidden Dragon and Crouching Tiger.
"This little brother," Huang Feihu asked with a fist, "I heard that there is a prime minister in Xiqi. Is this true?"
"Naturally it is true," the white-robed young man replied with a smile, "How difficult is it for mortals to become immortals if they don't know anything about cultivating? It's rare to just be happy."
"Oh?" Huang Feihu started to talk, and asked with a smile: "Since you have become an immortal, how can you not be happy?"
Yang Jian said: "Becoming a celestial being is just the beginning of the road of cultivation. It is still not possible to avoid the three plagues and six calamities, and cannot avoid natural and man-made disasters."
Huang Feihu couldn't help asking: "Then, how can I be really happy?"
"If you are free, you need all kinds of laws to not invade, ten thousand calamities are immortal, jump out of the three realms, not in the five elements." The white-robed young man said slowly, "This world is so big, Nanzhou is no more than a small place, and the world is no more than turning back. Fangyuan, there are only six or seven people who really dare to call Xiaoyao."
Huang Feihu had some yearning in his eyes, and he hadn't spoken for a long time.
All the way hurriedly, starting from Chaoge, thousands of mountains and rivers, ten obstacles and hundreds of obstacles, finally arrived here.
The sun is warm at sunset, and Xu Fengbo is not surprised.
The young man who pulled the bull exuded a little rhyme and hummed a little tune; Huang Feihu gradually relaxed, sitting on the back of the sacred bull, closing his eyes, there was a snoring sound from his nose.
The grief of the bereaved wife and sister, the self-blame of treason and the exhaustion of fierce fighting all the way made Huang Feihu, who had not slept for more than ten days, sat on the back of the cow and fell asleep.
The four generals of the Huang family didn't dare to speak out when they saw it, so they had to follow them slowly.
Ahead, the Zhou Army Barracks can be seen from afar, dozens of ministers of the State of Zhou are waiting quietly, and seeing the young man leading the five-color sacred bull, the faces of the civil servants and military generals are not very attractive.
Isn't this young man Yang Jian?
Yang Jian is now becoming more and more mysterious in the Zhou state, and he is also regarded as the backbone of Zhou's Wenwu, saying that he is the of heaven to help Zhou Guo to smooth Liuhe.
Never thought that this King Wu Cheng was just a "criminal minister" who took refuge in Xiqi, dare to let the gods in their hearts lead the reins.
Seeing that the warlord on the cow's back was asleep, they were all relieved.
"King Wucheng? It's the place." Yang Jian yelled softly.
Huang Feihu opened his eyes and quickly looked around. He saw dozens of old men wearing court suits in front of him. He quickly turned over and lowered his back, clasped his fists in salute.
"It's so rude, everyone."
Then, Huang Feihu looked in the crowd and couldn't help asking: "I don't know who is the Prime Minister Zhou?"
There was a voice beside him: "I am."
Huang Feihu was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look, and was stunned.
Yang Jian smiled and said: "Wang Wucheng is struggling with his car. Let's rest for a while in the camp, and wait for the old General Huang Gun to come, and then go to see King Wu together."
"Feihu didn't know it was a prime minister who came here! This! This is really bad for me!"
Huang Feihu was full of embarrassment. Yang Jian smiled a few times when he saw it, waved his hand, and took Huang Feihu into the barracks.
"Why does King Wucheng have to be modest? Walk around, I have ordered people to prepare wine, as a swig!"
Huang Feihu was dragged into the barracks, accompanied by Zhou Guo's civil and military, and Huang's four generals also led them into this place.
Huang Feihu is a leading expert, and when he entered the barracks and saw the layouts everywhere, he was amazed. Huang Feihu said: "Hearing the name of the Prime Minister along the way, just seeing this barracks, you can see one or two!"
"King Wucheng is absurdly praised," Yang Jian waved his hand, "I actually only take care of government affairs. This barracks is in charge of my two family generals. Now that King Wucheng came, I was relieved. I can always be lazy for a few days. ."
"The prime minister... I am a criminal minister. I only ask for a few roof tiles. I dare not ask for anything else."
Yang Jian smiled and said: "Wu Cheng Wang feels that Xiqi is not as prosperous as Chaoge, and Zhou is not as prosperous as Dashang?"
"Today's big business, don't mention it." Huang Feihu smiled bitterly.
Into the main account, sit left and right.
Yang Jian said: "I will meet with King Wu later, and King Wu has his own reward. Emperor Xin has lost his virtue, reversed his behavior, persecuted Zhongliang, and both humans and gods are angry. The world shares the same feelings about Wu Cheng, and my heart also has grief and anger.
Huang Feihu smiled miserably, "I am also a ruler with him, so I won't scold the prime minister."
"Wucheng Wang Zhongyi is really admirable," Yang Jian said with a smile, "Let’s talk about cultivating immortals instead of mundane matters? To be honest, I have a lot of friendship with the eldest son of Wang Wucheng. He is my junior and I am His brother, logically should call his uncle."
"How does this make it?" Huang Feihu asked with some trepidation, "My son Tianhua is the same as Cheng?"
"Yes," Yang Jian said, "I have been the teacher of Yuding Zhenren, and the teacher of Tianhua is the true monarch of Qingxu morality. They are all the Kunlun Golden Immortals, the first-class supernatural powers between heaven and earth."
Right now, Yang Jian talked about Taoism and the Three Religions to Huang Feihu.
Who is Huang Feihu? The meaning of Yang Jian's words is clear. Along the way, he encountered a lot of obstacles from Dao Fa. He also got Huang Tianhua's and Nezha's help successively to see those fairy methods.
He sat there and began to meditate. As Yang Jian deliberately instructed him, he gradually understood where the big business disaster came from.
Sprinkling pen and ink in the Nuwa Palace ruined the soup for eight hundred years.
"That's it...that's it...really..."
Seeing that Huang Feihu had understood these reasons, Yang Jian didn't say much. He had a drink with Huang Feihu, and waited for the old general Huanggon to come and meet, and went to Zhoudu City together to meet King Wu.
On the second day, a flying message passed back to Chaoge City, which caused a shock to the Dashang government and the opposition.
King Wucheng returned to Xiqi, titled ‘King Wucheng’, and was commander of Xiqi’s military affairs. The Taishi Wen Zhong was so angry that he was almost fainted with mana several times.
When Wen Zhong returned to the dynasty, Di Xin threw the mess on Wen Zhong and hid directly in the harem and played with his beauties. He didn't care about it, but only knew that he would live and die.
Wen Zhong originally wanted to send troops to fight against Xiqi immediately, but he read about the endless wars in the east and south. Now Zhou has a great power, and the western and northern sides of the Dashang territory are its territory. If there is a war, Chaoge is surrounded by all sides. .
Therefore, Wen Zhongxian lined up two mighty generals, Chao Tian and Chao Lei, and led an army of 30,000 to go to Xiqi to find out about the reality, under the banner of arresting the criminal minister Huang Feihu.
If Ji Fa wants to rebel, the 300,000 army will not be able to win Xiqi; if Ji Fa does not rebel, the 30,000 army can Huang Feihu back to the Chao Song.
As soon as this man and horse passed Tongguan, Yang Jian got the news and sat in front of the hall meditating.
What he is more concerned about now is actually the movement of Jiejiao Immortal.
Yu Hua lost to Nezha. After returning to Penglai Fairy Island, he would definitely bring in a powerful magic weapon. When Yu Hua appeared again, the Blood Sword will be on the stage.
This Chao Tian and Chao Lei, according to the original story development, should be the result of being persuaded by Jiang Shang to surrender, and they are also famous people on the list of the gods.
Do you want to send them directly to the list of gods?
Yang Jian thought about it a little ~EbookFREE.me~ or dispelled these simple and simple ideas.
These two are just mortals. If they are not ‘participated’ enough in the Conferred Gods, they will fight to death if they can’t make merits, just because they will not be accepted by the Conferred Gods.
It's better to be troublesome and take them back.
Huang Feihu's military affairs were actually some restrictions imposed by Wu Wang Ji Chang on his Yang Jian. Yang Jian did not take it to heart, but accepted it happily, which made Ji Chang trust him a little bit more.
The curtain of the Conferred Gods gradually opened, and the gods of all parties might be gearing up at this time. The two sects both wanted to send each other to the Conferred Gods list to solve their own disasters.
Yang Jian suddenly thought of Shen Gongbao, Jiang Shang and Rou'er, the immortals of the two religions believed that Shen Gongbao was jealous of Jiang Shanggu, and now he does not know whether Shen Gongbao's treatment is satisfactory.
"He can't be okay," Yang Jian saw the middle-aged Taoist who was fairly elegant.
The immortals of Jiediao still count on him to pull down the water...