Chapter 517: The west wind is rising, the cutting business is on the eyebrows

When the east sky turned white, Yang Jian lost his figure and drove the clouds out of Qinglong Pass. He was refreshed, as if he had let go of some thoughts.
Just now, he finally made a decision.
One month later, the East Road Army entered Qinglong Pass and took the first step to actively attack merchants.
At this time, the Shang Kingdom occupied the most prosperous and affluent land in Nanzhou, with a dense population and abundant people. Although Chaoge City levied taxes on various places year after year, it did not hurt the vitality of this vast plain.
Next, this wealthy land will be reduced to war.
Yang Jian's plan was to rely on the Qinglong Pass to consume the last elite soldiers of the Shang Dynasty, and when the North and South troops were fully prepared, they would march on the three routes and attack Chaoge City.
There are still a lot of things to do before this time, such as persuading surrender, psychological offensive, conquering land to maintain stability, etc., each of which has to worry about him, the immortal prime minister.
It's really cool to charge and fall into battle, and to prepare for war is also exhausting...
"I took a step forward, and I don't know how much wind and waves it will arouse. The Hundred-legged Worm of the Shang Kingdom is dead but not stiff.
Yang Jian shrugged, driving the clouds to Zhou Ying.
Sleep for two or three hours first, and start to dispatch tasks.
Of course, this also needs to be told to King Wu. The month Yang Jian left was the final preparation time for Zhou.
When Zhou Jun steps into the Qinglong Pass, the initiative will be in the hands of Zhou Guo, and the fate of the gods will change drastically.
At this time, it seems that the calamity is fairly stable, and if it is not said, it will bring down the boundless killing, and there will be a sea of ​​blood!
"The prime minister, General Chan Yu said that he has something to report. When you come back, let me call her over."
In front of the main tent, a messenger whispered.
Yang Jian waved his hand: "I won't see you for the time being, I'll talk about everything when I wake up."
"Yes," the soldier hurriedly lowered his head to answer, Yang Jian stepped into the tent, wrapped the place with profound energy, lay back on the regular corner bed, closed his eyes and took a nap.
If you don't take advantage of this to relax and rest, I guess there will be no chance later.
It stands to reason that, like Yang Jian's cultivation level, dreams can already be controlled at will, and there will be no sleep and dreams. but
But today’s Yang Jian had a brief dream. In the dream, he seemed to have finished the matter of entrusting the gods. He and Ao Xinke hugged in front of the attic window on the cliff of Meishan, Liuya and Xiaochan compared swords in the clouds, The fairies serving their mother danced on the edge of the cliff.
Tinglan Cuizhu seems to be teaching Xiao Zixia to reciting poems. At the foot of the mountain, there is a Mei Kongmei who is looking depressed, sitting on a plum tree dangling his feet...
All kinds of situations slowly emerged like a picture scroll, and the fairy lights lingering everywhere in Meishan were the real fairyland on earth.
Unconsciously, Yang Jian flew out of the attic window, escaped from Meishan by the wind, and wandered between heaven and earth. Suddenly heard a soft call behind him, and turned his head to see the Empress Houtu strolling, accompanied by colorful clouds in her hands. Also carrying a food container.
But the Empress Houtu walked halfway on the cloud, but behind her appeared dark clouds in the sky. The black cloud condensed into a somewhat familiar face, and opened her mouth to swallow Houtu.
Yang Jian wanted to fly to the rescue, but he felt like he was trapped in the mire. He wanted to fly but was so slow that he could only watch the colorful auspicious clouds disappear in his eyes, and the black cloud condensed a face with a warm smile...
In the military tent, Yang Jian suddenly sat up on the bed and let out a low voice:
"Tian Yandao!"
Halfway through the shouting, Yang Jian suddenly opened his eyes, and the muddledness in his eyes flashed past, and he immediately regained brightness and purity.
Have you dreamed?
Yang Jian felt a little dry in his mouth. He looked at the teapot beside him, raised his hand to take the teapot, and took two sips of herbal tea with his head up.
Looking at oneself inwardly, the tree of primordial spirit is no different, the leaves are whirling and the three immature fruits are shaking gently.
Really dreaming?
The spirit platform is ethereal, the Taoist heart has no trace, only the dream image echoes in the heart...
If a mortal dreams, it can naturally be interpreted as thinking and dreaming at night; but like Yang Jian, how can a monk who is able to compare with this world and earth can easily dream?
This dream is probably some kind of omen.
Yang Jian was secretly alert in his heart. After he entered the predicament, he carefully thought about the unknown and incomprehensible things in his heart, sitting on the bed as if he had entered concentration.
Tianyan Daozi is an enemy or a friend. This fashion cannot and cannot be premature. It cannot be directly applied with a simple and superficial framework of righteousness and evil.
The existence of Daozi Tianyan can only be said to be neither an enemy nor a friend, but a demeanor of a true monk.
Maybe Tianyan Daozi shares the same position with him in some matters, and the two can work together, such as to fight the future catastrophe;
But there are some things, and there is no guarantee that he will not go into a big fight. Yang Jian already knows at this time. Houtu said that the ‘cause’ that will eventually find her and him is Tianyan Daozi.
What is the story in this, Yang Jian is completely unclear at this time, so he can only speculate a little--
Tianyan Daozi was born, formed, or did something that caused him Yang Jian to pass through the earth from the soul of later generations and become the true monarch of Erlang at this time; and the Tao of Houtu Empress is related to his own soul. Guo'Liu Ya' was born.
This seems to have led to a lot of confusion, such as the Battle of the Gods, the script written by the heavens has been changed beyond recognition by Yang Jian.
And Tianyan Daozi might come to correct these chaos someday in the future and find trouble with him and Hou Tu.
"Headache," Yang Jian sighed softly, sat up on the bed, moved the Xuan Body, walked to the tent door and asked, "How long have I slept?"
"The Prime Minister!"
The guard guarding outside the door hurriedly saluted, and one person replied, "Prime Minister, you slept early in the morning yesterday."
"so long?"
Yang Jian raised his eyebrows, no wonder he felt a little drowsy because of sleeping too much.
"The generals in the army came to discuss matters."
"Yes!"
Yang Jian was talking about the generals in the army, not just a few juniors, mortal generals in the army were also called.
Dozens of messengers galloped on horses in the barracks, while Yang Jian sat in the main tent to regain his energy, still thinking about Tianyan Daozi in his heart.
In the future, he has a strong enemy, that is, Kunpeng.
Having taken the Xuan Turtle Treasure, he had to ask for an explanation for Xuan Gui, and there would be a battle with Kun Peng.
And the trickier than Kunpeng was this Tianyan Daozi.
The former is strong, the true body is boundless in the chaos, stirring the sea of ​​chaos, can swallow a small thousand world in one bite, and secretly prey on the quasi-sage power in the three thousand worlds to enhance one's own Taoism.
But this kind of strength can be felt intuitively, and he can find a way to deal with it. Yang Jian only needs to push the eighth-nine profound arts to the eighth extreme, and it may not be impossible to fight Kunpeng head-on.
And Tianyan Daozi's strength lies in the mist that is full of him.
He has the Donghuang Bell. If he wants to kill himself, he would just roam through the years and find the child who was carrying his sister before going to Kunlun Mountain. He slapped him to death...Well, Yan Daozi would not be able to offset the fall unless he became a holy. The causal backlash that killed Yang Jian at that time.
In short, Tianyan Daozi is more difficult to deal with, and Yang Jian is also the cultivator that Yang Jian is least willing to be an enemy.
"The Prime Minister!"
"Brother!"
"Prime Minister, it will be late at the end."
The tent soon became lively, the leaders of the various ministries gathered together, and the army of one million would be commanded by these dozens of people.
Half of the mortals, half of the monks, a pretty good ratio.
"Where is Li Jing?"
Yang Jian's tone was a little flat, and the generals immediately knew that something big would happen.
Li Jing's spirit was shaken, he immediately stood up and bowed to Yang Jian, his majesty dispersed, "The end is here."
"Today, I am ordering you to be the commander in the north, and to blame Muzha and Jinzha as the two vanguard assistants. Nangong is suitable as a supervising army and a lieutenant general. He will command the soldiers and horses of the North, and set off in response to the army."
Yang Jian casually threw a tiger charm into Li Jing's hands, and the four generals named by Yang Jian knelt down at the same time.
"Allow you to transfer ten generals to go with you."
Li Jing breathed a sigh of relief at once, clever women could hardly cook without rice. Although there were many soldiers and horses in the north, there were few elite soldiers and there were not many good generals. Yang Jian was able to adjust ten generals without restricting his selection, which was a great help to him.
"In the end, the general will live up to the trust of the king and the prime minister!"
"Where are General Chanyu and Lei Zhenzi?"
Deng Chanyu and Lei Zhenzi went out at the same time, knelt on one knee and listened to the order.
"Tomorrow, I will return to Chaoge City, and I will ask General Deng to come out personally to serve as the commander-in-chief of the Southern Soldiers and Horses, with General Chan Yu as the assistant, and Lei Zhenzi as the supervising army. Before Chen Bing Jia’s dream, he will seize the Jiameng Pass and open up the Shang Dynasty. Southwest Gateway!"
"Yes!"
"Allow you to assign five generals to go with you..." Yang Jian couldn't help adding, "This army is the main force. Don't transfer all the generals who can conquer the battle!"
Li Jing and Lei Zhenzi nodded decently, but Deng Chanyu said, "There is a prime minister who sits on this road, and he can reach hundreds of generals."
The generals nodded with a smile, and Yang Jian snorted without saying much.
What they want to transfer away is only mortal generals, like Nezha, Huang Tianhua, and Wei Hu, and they also have to fight against Yang Jian and charge a small front.
In fact, Yang Jian also has selfish intentions. Jin Zha and Mu Zha’s mana power has already begun to fail to keep up with the growth rate of Ne Zha, Huang Tianhua, and Wei Hu. It is better to let them escape the Ten Thousand Immortal Array and go to the north to assist Li Jing and lead the troops. Make the best use of everything.
As for Lei Zhenzi, Yang Jian had high hopes for him, hoping that he could take his own role and be the main force on the East Road.
Next, Li Jing and Deng Chanyu began to tell the generals about the three-way division of troops and the strategy of marching. There are a few documents on the side of the book. Write down exactly what the two generals said on the slip. Later, Yang Jian will go and submit it to Prince Wu. read.
In this talk, at midnight, a group of Zhou army generals were gearing up, wishing to make achievements and make great achievements immediately.
Yang Jian also said a little bit about entrusting the gods. He said that if the generals with sufficient merits, loyal character, and good at leading warfare ~EbookFREE.me~ have a chance to be selected into the list of enfeoffment gods, they can reach the sky in one step, and they can die after death. Enter the heavenly court as a general, and live the same life as the heaven and earth.
This made many generals startled. Although Yang Jian had heard of these things, Yang Jian's own words were naturally true, and they had to believe them.
After they left, Yang Jian began to sort out a few large kun scripts to see if there were any omissions, and when he finished reviewing them, he had to leave overnight to return to Zhoudu City.
He can't sleep well, so don't even think of that guy in Ji Fa holding his concubine to sleep until the sun is three poles!
"Report—"
"speak."
Outside the book, Chuan Lingbing shouted: "Enjoy the prime minister, there are a few monks outside the gate, saying they are old friends of the prime minister, come and visit!"
Old friend?
Yang Jian's consciousness swept across and raised his eyebrows suddenly.
She, no, why did he come?