Chapter 478

"So it's Master Shen... I'm rude, I'm rude, my disciple is practicing in Jialong Mountain, and his Taoist name is Tu Xingsun."

"You and I are friends of the same generation, so why bother to be so tight-lipped, all monks are friends of the Tao! Friends of the earth, I am a poor Taoist."

"Don't dare..."

Tu Xingsun immediately responded in a hurry, his heart was inexplicably flustered, and he always felt that the Taoist in front of him was very close.

Shen Gongbao fooled the gods, and those with great powers and supernatural powers could not help but sink in the mud, let alone Tu Xingsun, who had just practiced Taoism for not many years, and his Taoist heart could not be talked about at all.

In a few words, Shen Gongbao sat under a tree with Tu Xingsun and learned about Tu Xingsun's worries.

Tu Xingsun only felt that this uncle who was "not tolerated by the interpretation of teachings" had the same roots and fate as himself, and his destiny was similar, so he immediately introduced him as a confidant, and vomited bitterness to Shen Gongbao, saying how his master didn't like him...

Shen Gongbao was at the side to enlighten, and in just a moment, he named Tu Xingsun a "bright and smooth road".

Half a day later, Shen Gongbao rode a black leopard to the east, Tu Xingsun sat under a tree in a daze for a while, then gritted his teeth, and returned to Jialong Mountain using the method of Tudun.

After hesitating for a long time, Tu Xingsun entered the side hole of Feiyun Cave with trepidation, afraid of leaving Sun's hidden treasure.

A pot of healing elixir, Tu Xingsun took out three and put them in his bosom in case of emergencies.

Among the many treasures, Tu Xingsun found the strongest piece of 'Immortal Binding Rope' and wrapped it around his waist, turned his head and drilled out of Feiyun Cave.

Just leave?

Tu Xingsun hesitated for a moment, turned his head to look at the surrounding scenery of Feiyun Cave, and stared at the gate of Feiyun Cave.

He bowed down and kowtowed three times. Tu Xingsun didn't say a word, his figure slipped into the soil and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Fellow Daoist Shen is right!

Master doesn't value himself because he doesn't believe in his own abilities and feels that he can't compare with Yang Jian and Nezha!

Forget it, senior brother Yang Jian, he is an indomitable figure in the prehistoric world, and I can't compare with him; but what is the difference between Nezha, Huang Tianhua and that kind of Jin Zha Mu Zha?

If you grow tall, you can call the wind and rain, be taken care of by the elder brother in every possible way, and make contributions in the secular world of Nanzhou?

He just wants to show some color to these senior brothers and brothers, let them know that he is not useless!

Tu Xingsun's Tudun is silent, his supernatural power has really reached the level of perfection.

Not long after he left, in the depths of Feiyun Cave, a pair of eyes slowly opened, apart from a little relief and a little depression in the eyes, there was only a half sigh.

This is exactly:

Tu Xing didn't know his teacher was kind, so he was ordered to enter Fengshen from time to time.

...

Zhou Capital City, Yang Mansion.

Three days later, another letter was placed on Yang Jian's desk. This time it was Mu Zha who delivered the letter. After Nezha went to Chentangguan, he stayed at home and tried his best to persuade Li Jing to follow Zhou.

The letter was still written by Deng Jiugong, and it was a reply to Di Xin's second will.

Di Xin once again urged Deng Jiugong to send troops, his words already had a ruthless meaning, but Deng Jiugong still insisted on not sending troops, pleading with Di Xin with the lives of hundreds of thousands of soldiers in Wuguan, let them use defense as offense...

Yang Jian thought about it carefully. In fact, he didn't need to do anything. Di Xin, who is now tyrannical and has no tolerance or vision, will also issue a strict order for Deng Jiugong to directly send troops to fight Zhou Jun to the death.

"Always do something."

Yang Jian thought for a while, and wrote two simple letters to Mu Zha, one was to be sent to Chaoge City, Fei and Youran, and the other was to Chaoge City Jiang Shang.

Jiang Ziya did not agree to King Wu's conquest, which surprised Yang Jian, so he simply asked Mu Zha to send Jiang Shang a letter.

Fei Zhong and You Hun had completely become Yang Jian's 'eyes and ears', and Yang Jian gave them two orders to speak to Di Xin, telling Deng Jiugong how to support the soldiers and respect themselves.

This kind of strategy, Yang Jian has used it with ease.

The other letter was to persuade Jiang Shang to come. Yang Jian clearly stated in the letter that after he became a god, he would leave the secular world of Nanzhou. King Wu of Zhou needed someone to help him. Jiang Shang was born in Jiejiao and was quite talented, so he had to focus on training just now.

How much, there is such a bit of shamelessness...

But there was no fluctuation in Yang Jian's heart, and he was even a little complacent.

Mu Zha left in a hurry, and Yang Jian continued to deal with political affairs. There were always civil servants and military generals in the small study, and the Yang Mansion was full of people, a bustling scene.

When it was time for lunch, Yang Xiaochan came to ask Yang Jian to rest for half a day. Yang Jian readily agreed and went to sit in his mother's courtyard for two hours.

Yao Ji made some refreshments, Ao Xinke made a pot of good tea, and the family of four got together, but there were many figures to accompany them.

Chu Qian felt more and more serene, and the monster aura on her body gradually faded, and instead began to condense the fairy aura.

This is the work of Yao Ji. After all, Yao Ji is the Princess Bailian of the Heavenly Court, and Chu Qian has the 'status' of a fairy by serving her around.

After all, the so-called fairy breath is nothing more than Heaven's 'reward' and 'blessing' to the immortals in the heaven.

Naturally, Mei Kongmei couldn't come to such an occasion, as if she was imprisoned, the courtyard was surrounded by immortal soldiers, and the six Meishan friends took turns guarding outside the courtyard, lest she would suddenly cause trouble.

It is rare for Feng Wu and Feng Shan to show up. Feng Shan seems to have come out of the gloom, and she is tired of being side by side with Yang Xiaochan, and has become a "close friend in the boudoir" after Liu Ya.

And Feng Wu seemed much calmer, and became more taciturn, but there was a gentle temperament in his gestures, which did not have a special charm.

"My son has worked hard for the King of Zhou in recent years, and he really suffered a lot," Yao Ji put a bowl of soup in front of Yang Jian, and said in a warm voice, "Don't be too tired, let your junior and younger brothers do more things, don't put thousands of things on yourself."

Yang Jian smiled and said, "Mother, don't worry, I know all this."

Yao Ji sighed softly, "Your uncle has the same temperament as you. When mother was in the heavenly court, she saw that he never rested every day and asked about everything."

"Mother doesn't blame uncle?"

"The matter has come to this, what else can we do?" Yao Ji said softly, with a faint sad smile on her lips, "But in the end, I can't blame him all, even if I blame him, I can't go back..."

Yang Jian was silent, and Ao Xinke gently grabbed her mother-in-law's left hand to show comfort.

"Mother," Yang Jian asked suddenly, "after conferring the gods, if my uncle enlists me to be an official in the Heavenly Court, will mother stop me from going?"

"My son is already grown up, and he is already a well-known monk. You can decide these things yourself, why ask your mother?" Yao Ji's eyes were full of tenderness, "Go if you want to, but if you feel that you can't face it, why not go to the Heavenly Court for you? If you don't want to go, let's go back to Meishan, and the family will stay there and practice hard."

There was a slight ripple in Yang Jian's heart, he nodded slightly to Yao Ji, and said with a smile: "The matter of conferring the gods has already made me burnt out, and I really don't want to care about the affairs of the heavenly court."

"You decide on your own," Yao Ji took Ao Xinke's slender hand, and suddenly said something meaningless, "What mother thinks now is when will you have a son and a half daughter."

Ao Xinke is so cultivated, but at this time she still can only look like a little girl, blushing and doesn't know what to say.

Yang Jian laughed a few times, and only said "follow the fate", but he didn't know that there is a disadvantage in his practice of eight or nine Xuan Gong, that is, those who are not as strong as the physical body will hardly have heirs.

In this way, Yang Jian spends his days leisurely in the capital city of Zhou, half a day busy, half a day idle with clouds and wild cranes, although he never went to the border of Zhou State to command the former army, but he calculated the general situation of the whole Nanzhou in his small study.

If there is no movement at the end of teaching, things will be much easier to handle.

In a blink of an eye, more than a month later, there were six more letters written by Deng Jiugong on Yang Jian's desk, and the last one was quite sad and indignant, and he wanted to go out and "perish together" with Zhou Jun.

Rumors arose in Chaoge City that half of the 400 princes in the southern and eastern towns had secretly expressed their favor to Western Zhou, and half had secretly pledged their allegiance.

In the territory of Zhou State, the military power of the princes in various towns was successively reduced, and the number of private soldiers of the princes could not exceed 10,000.

Establishing a system is a very complicated project. Fortunately, Yang Jian has the support of immortal art, and he has a preliminary framework.

On another three days, the merchant army at Qinglong Pass set off, and Nezha heard the news and returned to camp.

Another five days later, a battle report was sent by the jade talisman. It was not a victory report, but a call for help from the front line.

Yang Jian was not too anxious, after reading the jade talisman, he threw the jade talisman aside.

Nezha was injured by Wuguangshi, Huang Tianhua and Jin Zha were captured, and Mu Zha was afraid that things would get out of hand, so he hurriedly asked Yang Jian for help.

"Tu Xingsun..."

Yang Jian muttered the Taoist name in his mouth, his eyes gradually deepened.