Chapter 522: This heart speaks for itself

The so-called winner is not much effort in lifting the autumn, seeing the sun and the moon is not a good sight, and hearing the thunder is not a clever ear.
The so-called good fighters are better than the easy winners and stand in an invincible position without losing the enemy.
These are two sentences that Yang Jian knows from "The Art of War by Sun Tzu", which is about the way of using soldiers and winning.
Although Yang Jian commanded thousands of troops in the mortal world at this time, he also had a lot of understanding of strategy, but facing the strategy of warfare in his hometown of later generations, he still can't understand the essence of it. I don't know what it is. What kind of military level.
But today, in his mansion, Yang Jian understands...
The problem is that he was taught...
Around the sand table made by Yang Jian with profound energy, the six friends of Meishan gathered six, and the twelve witch clans gathered five. The great witch Daang, who hadn't shown much for a long time, also looked at him with his hands behind his back.
On the side of the sand table, the handsome young man smiled and shook the folding fan in his hand gently, not irritable, slow or slow.
On the other side, Yang Jian's rare forehead violently crisscrossed, his eyes flickered, but his raised hand could not fall for a long time.
The situation on the court is not obvious to him.
There are more than 600,000 soldiers and horses left on one's side, and nearly 900,000 soldiers and horses on the enemy's side, almost undamaged; and his own soldiers and horses have been divided and surrounded, no matter how he mobilizes now, as long as he takes a wrong step, he will not Then there is the defensive trend, but the total collapse.
The six friends of Meishan were anxious to get angry for their second master, and Daang kept nodding his head, seeming to really understand the rules.
Yang Jian stood quietly, the sun was shining brightly, his cultivation level was so good that he was a little sweaty.
"Brother Yang, oh no, the Prime Minister can call the people of the mansion to help out at will, don't be embarrassed, you and I have a lot of relationship, I naturally don't care about it."
The smile at the corner of Young Master Xiao's mouth revealed a little bit of pride, Yang Jian nodded and sipped, and several figures flew around the mansion and landed beside the sand table.
Ao Xinke, the princess of the Dragon clan and the hostess of the Yang Mansion, stood beside Yang Jian, carefully observing the battle; Feng Shan and Feng Wu also arrived here, but the two of them were not in the battle line, which was of no help to this situation.
Mei Kongmei stood on the eaves of the attic in the distance and looked at it. She was quite afraid of Yang Jian and did not dare to move forward.
Yang Jian simply took a step back and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, come over and try to crack this game."
"Nuo!" The six Meishan Friends walked forward, watching the battle from the sidelines, talking and discussing continuously, and the argument gradually became fierce.
With all the efforts of Yang Mansion, Yang Jian couldn't deal with a mere Xiao Lan before he believed it.
After a little half a day, more and more people gathered around the sand table. The fairy chef in the backyard, the intelligent maid, and the general doctor who was dragged in by the street, gradually filled the yard, and they were noisy.
Xiao Lan stood among the group of people, gently swaying the folding fan, not eager nor slow, confident, as if he were really mobilizing thousands of troops.
Standing in the pavilion, Yang Jian drank tea and snacks with Ao Xinke, who had voluntarily retreated, watching the feat in front of him.
"Husband, why don't such people want to be included in the army?"
"If the strengths of the Shang and Zhou armies are similar, with Xiao Lan present, I will have most of my energy left, and the Zhou army will be able to survive all battles," Yang Jian curled his mouth. Fairy generals duel, she can play little role."
Ao Xinke hid her mouth and chuckled, "Why should your husband deceive yourself? I just calculated that she helped Lingshan old mother repel Chaotian Pavilion's onslaught hundreds of years ago and urged Lingshan old mother to form an alliance with Chaotian Pavilion. I just saw her."
"so smart?"
Yang Jian was also a little surprised; Chaotian Pavilion was the power of the Heavenly Court in the three thousand worlds, and the Heavenly Court enshrined and enshrined the heavenly soldiers and generals innumerable, and the combat power was extraordinary, and an unknown number of great worlds had been brought into the territory of the Heavenly Court's direct control.
Xiao Lan once defeated the Chaotian Pavilion's offensive, and let the Lingshan mother's line form an alliance with the Chaotian Pavilion. Among them...
"I underestimated her," Yang Jian said, and then smiled again, "I thought she was just a wayward eldest eldest Xian family, I never thought she had such a talent."
Ao Xinke laughed without saying a word. The group of counsellors and generals gathered in the front yard cheered at the same time. When the cheers were not halfway through, Xiao Lan's finger lightly tapped, as if thousands of horses galloping and shouting in the sand table. , The cheers stopped abruptly.
This was destined to be the day of the fiasco of the Yang Mansion, and there were still a few generals who were pulled to relieve the formation, thumping their chests and crying, and the six friends of Meishan were also embarrassed.
"Go back, you guys, I lost for a while, and I have to bother you so hard, and I really feel uneasy." Yang Jian stood up and gave an order, and the people in the courtyard gradually dispersed.
"How?" Xiao Lan asked rhetorically with a smile.
Yang Jian gave her a thumbs-up, "Strategic strategy, you have more than one victory over me, I admire it, and I won't send it far."
"Hey!" Young Master Xiao glared, and ran over in two steps, "The true monarch of Qingyuan Miaodao, who was proclaimed by the dignified saint, is still the marshal of the heavens and the three generations of masters of interpretation. Shame!"
Yang Jian said calmly, "What did I say before?"
"If I can hold on to a hundred rounds later, you will let me join the Zhou army to be a participating general!"
"Yes," Yang Jian spread his hands, "I lost in forty-six rounds, and you didn't hold on to after a hundred rounds."
Xiao Lan almost fainted.
Yang Jian sighed lightly, looked at Xiao Lan, and said with a serious face: "The Nanzhou Tribulation, this is the Daomen Tribulation, which has affected countless lives. You are not a famous general on the list of gods, why should you be trapped in it."
"I have what I wish, and I have decided," Xiao Lan looked at Yang Jian, her long neck and skin should be lightly radiant, "If you don't allow me, I will follow."
"How can you be so stubborn."
"Huh," Xiao Lan looked to the side.
Yang Jian suddenly felt a little weak to complain, so he had to be patient and warmly said: "I can persuade you, just for your life, don't be so selfish. If you want to get back the lost thoughts, how about I stay with me after the catastrophe?"
Yang Xiaochan is going to retreat again, otherwise let her come out to deal with it, maybe she can persuade Xiao Lan.
Xiao Lan muttered: "Can't you still protect me?"
"difficult."
"Then I will protect you," Xiao Lan raised her head slightly, looking directly at Yang Jian's eyes.
Ao Xinke whispered: "Husband..."
"Let's go," Yang Jian said to Ao Xinke, walking towards the palace gate with his hands behind his back.
Xiao Lan immediately followed, her eyes fixed on Yang Jian, making a rushing action at any time to prevent Yang Jian from suddenly running away.
Yang Jian said: "If you don't have my permission, you can't make a noise, you can't restore women's clothing, and you can't cause trouble..."
"I'm not a child! Uh, did you agree?"
"You jump into the catastrophe yourself, what am I stopping you for!" Yang Jian snorted and made a white cloud. Xiao Lan jumped onto the cloud first.
"Miss!"
"True monarch!"
Several old women who had been watching by the side hurriedly said out, knowing that Xiao Lan might really be involved in the South Continent Tribulation on this trip, quite panic.
"Some of you, please go back and report to your grandmother," Xiao Lan said with a smile, "I work as an assistant under the famous Erlang true monarch, and I also have some experience outside, please don't worry about my grandmother."
"This……"
"If you don't dislike it, you can stay in the house for a while," Ao Xinke whispered beside him. "There are many military masters. Miss Xiao has a profound fortune and great wisdom, so she won't be worried. , Said that it is impossible to find one's own chance in the catastrophe."
As soon as the quasi-sage breath was released, several old golden immortals serving Xiao Lan could only bow their heads.
Yang Jian had already taken Xiao Lan into the air. Xiao Lan said to Ao Xinke, saying, "Thank you for your protection."
Ao Xinke leaned back and watched the two slowly rise.
With a wave of Yang Jian's sleeves, the white cloud suddenly accelerated, and Xiao Lan whispered, almost unable to stabilize her figure and fell off the cloud, causing Ao Xinke to chuckle.
When Yang Jian and Xiao Lan went to the camp of Shangjun East Road together, preparing to attack the merchants, Ao Xinke stood in the pavilion and looked east, unable to recover for a long time.
She just sighed slightly when a petal was blowing by the wind at some unknown time.
Yao Ji walked slowly from one side, and said in a low voice: "Mother's good daughter-in-law, I really wronged you."
Ao Xinke gently shook her head: "Ms. Xiao is good at attacking, and she complements her husband's courage, but she can help her husband, and her daughter-in-law is not at all wronged."
"This girl, Xiao, should be the woman Yue Lao said."
Ao Xinke thought of the hosta, and remembered the various things Yang Jian had said about getting acquainted with Xiao Lan on the road before, and her eyes were always a little sad.
"I am not the first to meet him..."
"Xin Ke," Yao Ji gently pulled Ao Xin Ke's little hand, "Don't think about it, my mother only recognizes you as the wife my son Ming Mei is married to."
"Thank you mother, my daughter-in-law wants to go to retreat and practice."
Ao Xinke retired, Yao Ji stood in the pavilion with a wry smile, thinking how to calm the fire in the backyard for Yang Jian, and also broke her heart for her son.
Which woman would like to share her husband with others?
Although Ao Xinke was unwilling, she would not hinder or hinder her, and even plan for her husband.
It's just that the sourness in my heart is not known to others.
Ao Xinke knew that Yang Jian and her were so respectful and as glued as glue. They have never been bored since their wedding, and they support and take care of each other. If Yang Jian Zhiyue Lao and Taibai Jinxing had visited the mansion, they were afraid that they would alienate Xiao Lan to take care of Ao Xinke's mood.
But Ao Xinke wouldn't tell Yang Jian about this. Not only that, she also secretly found someone in the house who knew about it, or made an appointment with three chapters, or directly erased the memory of the other party.
Where is the affectionate king here, do not love the new couch and forget the old account.
On the cloud that went to the barracks~EbookFREE.me~ Yang Jian seemed to feel something, and turned to look back.
"True Monarch and Princess Wanzhi are really affectionate, I miss them when I just came out."
Xiao Lan smiled and joked.
Yang Jian nodded calmly, and replied: "If it wasn't for the battle of the gods, I would have to do something, I just want to stay with her in Meishan, and I won't leave her to run around."
"Really enviable."
Xiao Lan sighed with emotion, admiring the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in Nanzhou, and after leaving the old women, she felt quite free.
This guy, shouldn't he just use the name of the hosta to come up with a bohemian?
The corners of Yang Jian's mouth twitched lightly, and he didn't bother her much.
In recent years, many people have taken the initiative to jump into the quagmire, and it is really rare to see someone who jumps in such a fresh, refined and firm manner.