Chapter 482: Local line

It was quiet at night, but Zhouying's main account was very lively.
　　 Seeing that Yang Jian had come, the generals immediately relaxed. Many generals were already begging for Jin Zha and Huang Tianhua.
　　 Yang Jian didn't say too much, so he asked each general to go back to rest. He sat in the main tent, holding a jade talisman recording the road of talisman, quietly reading.
　　 Even if you don’t practice, it’s good to know more.
　　 Actually, Yang Jian has always placed a strand of divine sense on Deng Chanyu's body, and Deng Chanyu has never noticed the strand of divine sense wrapped in profound energy. All the words she said appeared in Yang Jian's heart.
　　 Her words to persuade Deng Jiugong are not too much from what Yang Jian said before.
　　From the benefits of the matter of enshrining the gods to the inevitability of the rise of the state of Zhou to replace the state of Shang, Deng Chanyu's narratives are all the same, and step by step, Deng Jiugong has no rebuttal words.
　　Zongbingfu, in the study.
　　 This place has been cut off by Deng Chanyu with a formation method. Although her cultivation base is not high and the formation formation is not too strong, but Yang Jian is a hundred miles away, she doesn't have to worry too much.
　　 "Daddy is still hesitating?"
"Oh!" Deng Jiugong got up and paced back and forth in the study. "It's not that I hesitate. It's just that a person lives forever. Some things can be done and some things can't be done! Let me die on the battlefield, shrouded in horse leather, that is Where is the husband!"
　　 Deng Jiugong took a breath, "But if I were to surrender to Zhou Jun in this way, even if King Zhou Wu had righteousness, I would be shameless by thousands of soldiers!"
"I know that Daddy cares about the skin, but chances are hard to find," Deng Chanyu lowered his head and said, "Daddy first came to Xiqi, and he didn't know how powerful Yang Jian was. His daughter has been watching here and seen him in a big battle. This Qinglong Pass, He can be destroyed by flipping his hands."
　　 Deng Jiugong frowned and said, "Yu'er, why do you have such a prestige? If he has such a skill, why not go straight to the Chaoge City?"
　　 Deng Chanyu suddenly did not know how to explain.
　　 Fortunately, Chanyu Deng stood up and looked at Deng Jiugong, "Daddy, my daughter has decided, and I will take you out of the camp tonight tonight!"
　　 Deng Jiugong immediately said anxiously: "Are you in a wicked way?"
　　 "Father..."
　　 "General Chanyu doesn't need to persuade me too much," Yang Jian's voice rang in Deng Chanyu's ears, making Deng Chanyu startled, but then relieved.
　　Yang Jian said: "General Chanyu can go with your father tomorrow. I will have my own way to capture your father and daughter tomorrow. If you advise him in the weekly camp, the effect should be better."
　　 Deng Chanyu sighed lightly and nodded slowly.
　　 She said to Deng Jiugong, "Daddy, do you really think Tuxing Sun can stop Yang Jian at this time?"
　　 "Daughter, don't look at General Sun's appearance, but he is a top-notch tyranny!" Deng Jiugong felt a little more confident in his heart, "Take a rest tonight, wait until tomorrow's battle, and see the truth."
　　 "If the native grandson loses, maybe dad listen to his daughter's advice?"
　　 "Soldiers repay their loyalty to the country with death. If General Sun is defeated, I will defend the Qinglong Pass."
　　 Deng Jiugong's eyes were full of determination, which made Deng Chanyu secretly anxious in his heart.
　　 "It's getting late, let's go to rest, there is still injury," Deng Jiugong waved his hand, urging Deng Chanyu to say a few words; Deng Chanyu was a little bit hesitant to say something, and finally could only float away.
　　 This night, Deng Jiugong was sleepless in the study, and Deng Chanyu tossed and turned in the boudoir.
　　 Yang Jian tasted the method of reading amulets in the main tent, and read it with relish; the native grandson holding the wine bottle, sleeping very lightly in the big tent...
　　 On the second day, the Golden Crow was born, and the barracks on both sides of the barracks tacitly sounded the rumbling drums.
　　 A sturdy man rushed out of the Zhou army barracks. The leader was actually Wu Cheng Wang Huang Feihu, but it was Yang Jian who knew that Huang Feihu had some personal relationships with Deng Jiugong, and ordered Lei Zhenzi overnight to invite Wu Cheng Wang.
　　 Huang Feihu heard that Huang Tianhua was captured by a miss, and he was very anxious. He was the first to call for his order to fight. Riding a five-color sacred bull with four generals, he drove out of Zhouying along with Mu Zha and Lei Zhenzi and went straight to Qinglong Pass.
　　 Just in time, Qinglong Pass also rushed out of more than 100,000 soldiers and horses. The handsome flag was hung with a big character ‘Deng’, and there was a word ‘Tu Xing’ next to Deng.
　　 Deng Jiugong rode in front, Tuxing Sun on the left, Deng Chanyu on the right, leading the army to fight with Huang Feihu 30 miles outside Qinglong Pass.
"Wucheng rebelled against the king!" Deng Jiugong roared when he saw Huang Feihu, "You still have the face to lead the battle! The king treats you not badly, and makes you an extremely human minister! You have turned out of Chaoge City and become the enemy of the king. ! I still know the way to be a minister! This is a mess of the ruler and the minister!"
　　 Huang Feihu no longer looked ashamed at this time, and said coldly: "You and I know this well, why bother to say it! How does Di Xin treat me, you really don't know?"
　　 "Hmph, whatever you can talk about! Come out for a fight!"
　　 "Why not!"
　　 Right now, Deng Jiugong was carrying a Qinglong Yanyue knife, hitting the horse forward; Huang Feihu riding a colorless sacred bull, carrying a sword, headed up.
　　 The two generals fought together, and there was no change, no storm, but the fight was quite thrilling.
　　 Deng Jiugong's moves were open and close, and his momentum was heavy, and a long knife was majestic, and the morale of the merchants gradually bulged.
　　 Huang Feihu did not fall under the wind, both offensive and defensive swords, and from time to time he can force Deng Jiugong to change and call back, which is quite brave.
　　 In the Zhou barracks, a clear voice spread everywhere.
　　 "Play the drums and cheer for King Wu Cheng."
　　 Deng Chanyu heard this voice, his eyes trembled lightly, his consciousness swept across, and he saw the figure sitting on the chariot.
　　 Yang Jian really came.
　　 The native grandson never heard Yang Jian speak, nor did he notice Yang Jian’s whereabouts, so he raised his hand and said, "Let’s beat the drums too! We must beat the opponent!"
　　 The soldiers of the two armies beat the drums at the same time, and the drums rumbled and gradually merged.
　　 Huang Feihu and Deng Jiugong exerted their strength at the same time, and their fighting became more and more vigorous, but they seemed to have encountered an opponent, and for a moment they couldn't distinguish between high and low.
　　 Gradually, a hundred rounds have passed.
　　 Deng Jiugong and Huang Feihu both started to use dangerous moves, but the two sides were really hard to distinguish between them, and they still couldn't tell the difference.
　　 Tu Xing Sun was a little impatient, and whispered: "Can you let the old general come back? Just like this, I will solve it with a stick."
　　 Deng Chanyu glanced at him and frowned slightly.
　　 At this time, whoever withdraws first is the loser, and the morale of the three armies will inevitably be damaged.
　　 Another hundred rounds have passed. Deng Jiugong and Huang Feihu are still fighting. Deng Jiugong's mount Liangju is still inferior to the five-color sacred bull. At this time, he can't hold it.
　　 Tu Xing Sun couldn't help but shouted: "The old general might as well come back first and let me meet this King Wu Cheng!"
　　 As soon as his voice fell, Yang Jian also shouted in the army formation: "It is better for King Wucheng and General Deng to rest for a while, and then we will divide up and down."
　　 "Hahaha!" Huang Feihu laughed a few times, the long sword drove Deng Jiugong's long knife, the five-color sacred bull smashed Deng Jiugong's horse, Huang Feihu took the opportunity to retreat dozens of feet.
　　 "Since the prime minister has orders, Feihu dare not disrespect! General Deng, you and I will be better at a later time!"
　　 "Hmph!" Deng Jiugong snorted coldly, panting, but he could only return to the army with a horse.
　　Looking at the native grandson again, at this time it really seemed to be stunned.
　　 The prime minister has orders... the prime minister?
　　 The prime minister of the Zhou Kingdom is not the elder brother of their three generations of disciples, the rising star who has been rumored more and more outrageous.
　　 Break into the heaven to save his mother, marry the princess of the dragon clan, the heaven is named the true monarch of Erlang, the Taoist title is Qingyuan Miaodao, these are understandable, after all, they are the nephews of the Jade Emperor, how can my family be too embarrassed?
　　 In the eyes of Tu Xingsun, these allusions are somewhat showy.
　　 Then, in recent years, Yang Jian suddenly became famous~EbookFREE.me~ First, in the hands of Taoist Lu Ya and Tianzun Manjusri Guangfa, he rescued Zhao Gongming with a few surprises.
　　 Tuxing Sun felt that it must be a coincidence, and it does not explain much.
　　 can be in this half a year...
　　 Fighting again against the Golden Spirit Mother and the Great Dark Clouds, breaking through the ten unique formations, and defeating the Sea God Pearl and Zhao Gongming...
　　 This is a bit weird.
　　 Now, Tu Xing-sun saw this big brother who had been listening to the master's mention, his eyes were dumbfounded for a few moments, and then he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.
The young man sitting on the chariot has a clear face, sword eyebrows and starry eyes. He is tall and straight, without any regrets. In his calm manner, he has a kind of indifferent indifference. Under his leisurely eyes, there are some people who dare not look straight. sharp.
　　 This is the big brother?
　　 can you win many great powers by looking good?
　　 Just in time, Yang Jian also looked at Tu Xing-sun at a distance of hundreds of feet, with a little kindness in his eyes, nodded at Tu Xing-sun, got up and took a step, and stood on the grass in the middle of the two armies.
　　 Tuxing Sun gritted his teeth, raised his hand to touch the immortal rope around his waist, and gradually became more confident in his heart.
　　Yang Jian’s voice came: "I heard from the back that there was a Tuxing Sun general among the merchants, who seems to be also my Daoist disciple. I don’t know which master I learned from, and where did he practice in the fairy mountain?"
　　 "Huh!" Tu Xingsun jumped up on horseback, landed dozens of feet away in front of Yang Jian, watching Yang Jian, "Stop talking about this, since the two armies are facing each other, let's make a difference!"
　　Yang Jian nodded lightly, but put his hands on his back, and smiled at Tuxingsun: "In that case, I will let you hit me three times first, how about?"