Chapter 555 Eternal One Dream, Eternal Dreams

In the shadow of the mountain rock, Yang Jian and Xuan Du sat facing each other. The immortals who hadn't left were quite curious about what they were doing, but Yang Jian was enveloped in mysterious energy, and no one else could spy on them.

Someone shouted, Xuandu also looked like he wanted to hear what Yang Jian said, but Yang Jian suddenly didn't know how to speak.

It would be too obvious to directly ask 'Where is your hometown?'.

"Hmm... the song just now, does Master know the name of the song?"

Xuandu thought for a while, and then pinched his fingers to calculate, "Let me think about it, I have lived too long and traveled too much, so I buried these in my heart, and I will search slowly when I want to recall."

This is actually a method commonly used by Hong Huang Da Neng. With such supernatural powers to organize memories, there is no need to think too much on weekdays.

After a while, Yang Jian was shocked.

"Yes," Xuan Du said with a smile, "The title of this song should be... What is the wind blowing, Mai Lang? I remember, it should be heard in a dream... Have you also traveled to the future world?"

Fugue? in a dream? Future generations?

Yang Jian looked at Xuandu, without saying anything, the blank expression on his face made Xuandu chuckle.

Xuan Du smiled and said: "I cultivate the Dao of Nature and Heart, which combines Tai Chi, Yin and Yang, and nature. In ancient times, I realized a supernatural power - One Dream Eternal. In my dream, I can turn myself into a spirit and appear in the eternal heavens at will, so as to experience the mystery of the Dao."

Hearing Xuandu's narration, Yang Jian's eyes almost popped out.

"I used this method to dream of opening the sky, saw the figure of Pan Gu, and listened to the teachings of Pan Gu, and perfected this supernatural power."

"I also turned into a little demon, watched some clips of the dragon and phoenix battle, and went through a short reincarnation."

"By chance, I got a glimpse of what this world will look like in the future. It seems to be the end of the law where the Tao does not exist, and it seems to be a new world where the Tao has been completely changed. That's where the tune I just hummed came from."

Yang Jian's Adam's apple trembled, "How do you call the people there?"

"The afterlife is separated from the prehistoric world by a shadow that I can't see. In my dream, I stayed in the afterlife for only a few years," Xuandu shook his head. "Moreover, many scenes in the dream will be forgotten by themselves after waking up, and I don't remember what I have done."

Yang Jian asked again: "When did the uncle dream of going to the afterlife?"

Xuandu recalled for a while, then pinched his fingers, "Thousands of years ago, it was just a doze, and because something happened in Xuandu City, someone woke it up."

Thousands of years ago...

took a nap...

"The specific time!" Yang Jian was a little excited, stood up, and walked to Xuandu in two steps.

No way, his soul was able to come to Honghuang because it was accidentally brought here by Xuandu back then!

"Calm down, calm down," Xuan Du waved his hand to signal Yang Jian not to get excited, and then asked with a smile, "Why are you so excited? As far as I know, only I can understand my supernatural powers."

"I!"

Yang Jian had the urge to tell the whole story about himself, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

It's not that Xuan is untrustworthy, it's just that this matter has too much to do with it, and it's always his biggest secret.

"I..." Yang Jian smiled apologetically, sealed the truth in his heart, and said lightly: "Ever since I heard about the catastrophe from my master, I have been thinking about Honghuang; if there are descendants, Honghuang will not be ill in the future, but that's the case?"

Xuandu smiled lightly, there was a lot of playfulness in the smile.

Yang Jian also knew that he couldn't fool such a person, so he bowed his head, "I have made an agreement with others on this matter, please don't tell others, and please ask Master Haihan."

"That's all, who hasn't said anything about the past that they don't want to mention to others. Since you are a Taoist disciple that the teacher favors, I can rest assured of you."

Taking advantage of the situation, Yang Jian changed the subject and said on purpose: "A sage fights his way, and the catastrophe is probably nothing more than that. The road ahead should be easier."

"Don't take chances," Xuandu said seriously, "There may be a bigger battle behind the matter of conferring the gods. Don't think that this is the end. Although the third uncle lost the Four Swords of Immortals, cutting off the teaching can be regarded as a loss of vitality, but there are many disciples in cutting off the teaching, so this matter is still quite tricky."

Yang Jian sternly responded, "Thank you for reminding me, uncle."

Xuandu nodded, "Since that's the case, you asked as well, and you know that Honghuang will not cut off its vitality, and all spirits will eventually have a home. Can you feel at ease?"

"It's safe for the most part."

"That's good, you... Forget it, I won't ask you, and I probably won't tell you if I ask you," Xuan Du curled his lips, and Yang Jian felt a little guilty.

Obviously he was the one who held Xuandu to ask these questions, but Xuandu told the truth, but he lied.

It was indeed because this matter was too important to him, not even an omnipotent sage, only he and the other two involved - Houtu and Tianyan Daozi knew about it, and he didn't even mention his master.

"If you have nothing to do, I'll go back to Xuandu and continue to dream of my eternal dream. I'll practice hard, finish the matter of enshrining the gods as soon as possible, and come to Xuandu City to hunt for treasures. Ha—"

After saying that, Xuandu yawned, stretched again, and disappeared into clouds and mist in the layer of profound energy arranged by Yang Jian.

Yang Jian didn't notice the slightest fluctuation at all, and he didn't know how Xuandu walked.

When Xuan Du was about to leave, the playfulness in his eyes made Yang Jian feel guilty for a while.

Why didn't he hold back, and directly used this matter to ask the great mage Xuandu, wouldn't this mean that he would also be exposed?

Just now I really lost my mind, the reason is that I am not calm enough...

Yang Jian complained to himself for a while, then sighed softly, got up and walked out of the rocky mountain like waves, and looked up into the sky.

The Immortal Chanjiao had left, only Huang Tianhua and Wei Hu stood in the air, a jade talisman swayed slightly, and landed in front of Yang Jian, who was caught by Yang Jian.

It's a letter from Master.

There are only twenty words in it:

There is nothing wrong with the world, don't talk lightly about your thoughts. There is no difficulty in cutting off the changes during the Conferred God Tribulation.

Master he...

Yang Jian froze for a moment, stopped for a long time, and did not move for a long time.

When the cloudy sky cleared, Yang Jian just bowed his head and sighed, and returned to Zhou Jun's barracks.

The army set out, traveling day and night, along dozens of small paths in the strange terrain shot by Yang Jian, and rushed to Jiepai Pass.

This is exactly:

The sage's words in front of Zhu Xian's sword explain and cut off and compete with each other to ignite the five levels.

In this battle, the five saints gathered to fight, and all places in the prehistoric world were shaken, but only the Taoist disciples knew what the saints fought like, and the monks outside the Tao didn't know who to look for if they wanted to inquire.

The Daoist catastrophe intensified, and there was such a commotion; the monks who had nothing to do with the Taoist sect were all shocked by the majesty of the saint, and practiced in the mountains honestly, avoiding going out as much as possible, lest they be burned by the fire.

The situation in Nanzhou seems to have become clear. Behind Zhou Guo stood the shadows of the four saints. From the monk's point of view, this was already the winning side.

But no one on the side of the big merchants would tell Di Xin these things. Although people in Chaoge City were panicked, they still sang songs every night on the Lutai, as if they were drunk today.

On the third day after the Great War of the Saints, Zhou's army attacked Jiepai Pass like a broken bamboo, and Xu Gai, the guard of Jiepai Pass, surrendered to Zhou.

Yang Jian ordered to reorganize the army in Jiepai Pass, and ordered the army to collect all the towns in the two passes, and the officials of Zhou Guowen were in charge of each city.

In this era, as long as the corvee and taxes are light, the people will support them desperately.

King Wu is also a wise king, and the accumulation of the state of Zhou is considered strong, and the various places issued lists and light taxes, which immediately made the land conquered by the Zhou army as solid as gold.

"Report! The army on the North Road has won!"

"Report! General Deng Chanyu has military information to report!"

As soon as Yang Jian settled down in the General Military Mansion, he immediately got busy. The generals held a celebration banquet in the front hall, but Yang Jian was bored in the study next to him, dealing with Zhou Guojun's government affairs.

Until late at night, before the generals dispersed, Yang Jian appeared to drink a glass of wine, and then returned to the study, holding several officials' evaluations, and kept figuring it out.

It is gold that always shines, and this is really good when applied to Jiang Ziya.

In a short period of time, Jiang Shang has established a preliminary prestige in the Zhou Kingdom, controlled the food and roads to an absolute degree, also picked up some petty officials who were greedy for ink, and severely punished a bunch of profiteers who sat on the ground and raised prices.

However, some ministers felt that Jiang Shang was too aggressive, hurting others and himself, and it was not of much benefit to the king, and so on.

Throwing away the memorial, Yang Jian sat on the chair and began to think, should he leave more things for the secular world in Nanzhou?

For example, the system of selecting talents and promoting talents will not make it to the imperial examination in one step, but it can also train some gentry to check and balance the princes and princes of various places...

Like the current system of the Zhou Kingdom, if there is a wise and powerful ruler in power, the world will be stable and upward.

But if the master of the Ming Dynasty is a waste after the hero, it will inevitably lead to wars and rebellions.

Ordinary people don't know the way of longevity, and they want to turn into dragons when encountering wind and cloud; in fact, not only mortals are like this, monks are just mortals with a little magic power, and few people have no ambitions.

Boom!

"Come in," Yang Jian said without raising his head, "When have you been so polite, you even knocked on the door to come in?"

The door was already open, and the handsome Mr. Xiao came over with his hands behind his back, snapped his fingers, and there was an extra delicate food box in his hand.

"My lord, the general has prepared some wine and dishes, how about going to the gazebo in the backyard for a drink?"

"It's rare for you to be so elegant, let's go."

Yang Jian raised his hand to give a reply on the secret note, got up and chased Xiao Lan.

In a short while, in the dim moonlight, Yang Jian and Xiao Lan were having a drink. In the leisure pavilion, the moon was shining, frosty and snowy, making one unable to help but look at the moon in the sky and miss the person in his heart.

"I didn't expect that I could see the saint with my own eyes." Xiao Lan sighed faintly, not to say that she was lonely, but she was also not excited. "This trip to Nanzhou to mess around and go back to be imprisoned by my grandmother for hundreds of years is worth it."

Yang Jian drank a glass of wine, "Your grandmother cares about you."

"She just cares about the blood of the Xiao family. If I were someone else, it would be all right for her."

Xiao Lan shook her head, holding her wine glass, resting her cheek with her left hand, staring at the moonlight.

Yang Jian laughed, "After all, blood is thicker than water, which cannot be replaced by others."

"There's a lot of reasoning all day long, babbling and crooked, and I don't feel chic at all." Xiao Lan complained a few words, "Look at those children from a family of monks, which one is not romantic and suave, and they are proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting!"

Yang Jian snorted, "Can you beat me?"

Xiao Lan: ...

"Hahaha, come over to drink and drink," Yang Jian smiled awkwardly, how could he just say that from the bottom of his heart.

Xiao Lan couldn't refute anything, she sat on the side, supported her face and looked at the man in front of her, her eyes were a little hazy.

"Yang Jian……"

"Um?"

"You...wow, your nose is so big..."

Yang Jian frowned suddenly, raised his hand and pinched his supposedly straight nose, quite speechless.

This guy obviously wanted to say something, he hesitated to speak, and pretended to be a gesture, but he was still different from a real man.