The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The conquest of Chonghouhu will return in July, directly expanding the territory of Zhou State to the northern part of Nanzhou.

Among the 200 princes in the northern towns, 123 surrendered to Zhou. The whole world heard of the virtues of King Wen of Zhou. Now seeing the strong rise of Zhou, they sent worship services one after another.

This battle allowed Yang Jian to gain a firm foothold in the state of Zhou. From slaves to officials, he was convinced of Yang Jian's government and military affairs.

Master Yang Jian returned to Xiqi, and Ji Fa worshiped Yang Jian as his young teacher. Whenever he had free time, he would go to Yang Jian's mansion to ask for advice on the way of being a king and the strategy of governing the country.

If it was a mortal, it would be considered extraordinary human ability to achieve Yang Jian's step;

But for Yang Jian, these are just some trivial matters. His eyes have been falling on the sky, waiting for those Taoist immortals who might appear on the stage at some time.

Bigan is dead, and the next major event should be Huang Feihu's rebellion a few years later.

Yang Jian carefully calculated for a few days after realizing the Dao, set the pace of Xiqi's development in the next few years, and continued to wander around with his avatar, hiding his real body to comprehend Xuangong.

After he moved into Xiqi, the immortals who explained the teachings did not show up, but some of the masters who intercepted the teachings secretly observed several times, and found nothing unusual, and they did not stay for long.

After a few years of peace like this, Xiqi became more and more prosperous, children ran around everywhere on the streets, and the schools promoted by Yang Jian were full of people reading, and they were thriving.

The past few years of kung fu have not been wasted, and Yang Jian faintly felt that he had caught a ray of light and found a way to break through this limit.

But the feeling is vague and not yet fully grasped.

Practice cannot always rely on epiphany, more often it is like Yang Jian, a little bit of understanding, continuous thinking, and exploring a further path.

One day, when it was snowing heavily, a guard in the palace rushed to Yang's mansion, saying that the King of Zhou had summoned him.

Yang Jian disappeared in front of the guards in a flash, and arrived at King Wen's bedroom.

A strong smell of medicine came over his face, Yang Jian looked at the old man who was lying on the ground, and sighed softly.

"Teacher, how did you come here?" Ji Fa called out from the side.

"Taoism," Yang Jian walked to the front of the collapse, and took a elixir into King Wen's mouth. A little light flickered on King Wen's body, and those cloudy old eyes opened, and he looked at Yang Jian gratefully.

"Thank you, Prime Minister..."

Yang Jian said: "I can only continue my life for the king for half an hour, but there are still things that have not been explained?"

King Wen grabbed Yang Jian's arm and said in a trembling voice:

"Since I heard that the Prime Minister and my son Jifa beheaded Chonghouhu, my heart is always restless. When I closed my eyes, I saw Chonghouhu standing on one side. In the early years, I was blessed by the Holy Grace, and I sat in the northwest and commanded the princes of the two hundred towns on the West Road, all given by the Lord Shang."

"After I died alone, my son, Ji Fa, was assisted by the prime minister, and the week was stable. Although the Shang monarch is tyrannical today, the disaster is not as bad as Xiqi. If the Shang army does not commit crimes, I must not listen to the princes' instigation, and use my ministers to beat the monarch. This is a great treason!"

Yang Jian was silent, although he didn't want to deceive King Wen, he didn't want the old man to leave with regret.

King Wen had no intention of defeating Zhou, but Ji Fa had great ambitions, but he intended to replace Emperor Xin.

"Don't worry, my lord, this is what I should do," Yang Jian said, "Do you still have unfulfilled wishes?"

King Wen asked, "My son Bo Yikao, can he still come back?"

Yang Jian said: "He will enter the heavenly court, and the future will be rich in blessings, so don't worry about it."

"That's good..." King Wen suddenly cried out, "Ji Fa!"

"My son is here," Ji Fa knelt before the collapse, crying for a long time.

King Wen sighed: "A minister should have the duty of being a minister. Don't offend your superiors. Otherwise, you, old father, will never die!"

"Remember, my son! Also ask the prime minister to extend my father's life!"

"Fate must not be messed up," Yang Jian said in a deep voice, there was already a group of ghost messengers waiting outside the door, and he persuaded Ji Fa with a gentle voice.

King Wen closed his eyes, his face was peaceful, gradually he released more air and less air, his face was filled with dead air, it was no longer possible.

A ghost messenger outside shouted respectfully: "I pay homage to the real king, the underworld calls back souls, and please don't stop the real king."

Yang Jian left the front of the collapse and walked outside. A gust of wind blew by, and crying could be heard from all over the hall.

The ghost messenger took the soul of King Wen and came to salute Yang Jian again; King Wen was a ghost, so naturally he could see Yang Jian's real body wrapped in a golden aura, and seeing the ghost messenger salute Yang Jian was even more suspicious.

The ghost messenger said: "Zhenjun, I will go back and return after waiting."

"Don't make things difficult for King Wen."

"Don't worry, Zhenjun, I don't dare to make things difficult," the ghost messenger agreed, holding King Wen's arms, and flew towards the outside of the hall.

King Wen wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak. He just turned his head to look at Yang Jian, with a relieved smile on his lips...

It's really a fairy.

In the 20th year of Zhou Dynasty, Ji Changwen, Marquis of Xibo, and March of Xiqi, all the princes of the world mourned.

The prosperous and powerful King Wu succeeded to the throne and worked hard to govern, and the luck of Xiqi became stronger and stronger; Yang Jian patrolled the four directions for the king, stockpiled food and grass, and trained soldiers in the cities of the Zhou Kingdom.

Yang Jian promotes the establishment of slave soldiers, promising that as long as he accumulates military exploits, he can lead his family to get rid of slavery, which makes Zhou Jun even more powerful.

King Wen's instructions before his death were still in his ears, and King Wu did not dare to attack Zhou at will. What's more, he had just come to power and the people's hearts were unstable, so it was not appropriate to go to war.

But even if King Wu can't afford soldiers, there will always be troubles coming to him.

In the twenty-first year of Zhou Dynasty, a great star moved westward in the central sky. Yang Jian entered the palace late at night and had a secret talk with King Wu.

Tonight, Chaoge City is still singing and dancing.

Yang Jian is also a bold person with high skills, so he went straight to Lutai, but he saw soldiers running around Lutai, and there were seven or eight court ladies cleaning up on the side of the terrace.

With divine light in his eyes, he could see countless resentful souls hovering under the deer platform. But among these resentful souls, Youdao's thin figure huddled in a corner, crying bitterly.

In Shang Jun's palace, resentful spirits, fierce ghosts and evil spirits intersected and criss-crossed, eating away the last bit of the great business's national fortune. The ghosts of the underworld did not dare to come here to take their souls, so they had to let them go. Therefore, as soon as this soul leaves the body, it has nowhere to go, only waiting to be eroded by resentment and turned into a resentment.

Yang Jian hid his figure and landed in the corner of Lutai, looking at the curled up figure.

This is a beautiful woman, she still looks young and beautiful, with a light yellow face, cute and pitiful, and her gorgeous long dress is stained with blood.

Yang Jian said: "Madam Huang, don't be afraid."

"You, who are you..."

"Yang Jian, Huang Tianhua's senior brother." Yang Jian opened his hand, holding a magic jewel in his hand, and said, "Come in first, I will take you out of this place, and meet Tianhua in the future."

The soul of the beautiful woman nodded slightly, maybe it was the warmth of Yang Jian that made her let go of her guard, turned into a ray of glory, and submerged into this orb.

Yang Jian turned around and left without doing anything else. After leaving Chaoge City, he stayed on the cloud, waiting quietly for the incident in Chaoge City.

Why did his mother Tianhua die?

A few days ago, Marshal Huang Feihu, Marshal of the Shang Dynasty, went to the palace for a banquet. Because he was dissatisfied with the demon queen 'Daji', he released Shen Ying and scratched the demon queen.

The demon queen felt hatred and waited for an opportunity to retaliate. Today, she set up a grand banquet for the wife of an important minister of Chaoge City.

During the banquet, the demon queen used magic to get Huang Feihu's wife, Jia Shi, drunk and made her fall asleep in the palace. After nightfall, the drunken Di Xin saw Jia Shi drunk, and Di Xin wanted to forcefully molested her, but Jia woke up in time and resisted vigorously.

Jia's temperament was quite chaste and strong, she jumped off the deer platform and died on the spot.

After Di Xin sobered up, she was quite remorseful, but Huang Feihu's sister and concubine Huang Fei was furious when she heard the report from the servant, and hurried to the deer platform, yelling at Di Xin, and then pinned 'Daji' on the ground and fought for a while.

Di Xin was restless and reached out to pull Huang Fei, but was slapped on the face by Huang Fei.

Though Di Xin was feeling remorseful, when was he slapped? In a fit of anger, she lifted Concubine Huang with one hand, and threw her down the deer platform, where she fell to her death.

Yang Jian sat on the cloud, his eyes were full of divine light, he hesitated a little after seeing this, but he didn't save Huang Fei's soul.

Concubine Huang is different from the Jia family, the former is Di Xin's concubine, even if she saves her soul, she has nowhere to stand.

Not long after, loud cries came from Wucheng Palace, and the four brothers under Huang Feihu's tent were filled with righteous indignation. They were about to enter Shangjun's palace with their knives and guns in hand.

Huang Feihu was indeed loyal, even though his wife was forced to death by Di Xin, although he felt sad, he had no objection.

The four generals of the Huang family were all sad and angry, they threw down their weapons and went back to the mansion, called for a banquet, ate and drank, clapped their hands and laughed.

When Huang Feihu came into the mansion, he saw his three sons, Huang Tianlu, Tianjue, and Tianxiang crying, while his four brothers, who were born and died, clapped their hands and laughed.

There is a general under Huang Feihu's barracks named Zhou Ji, who is quite cunning, and when Huang Feihu scolded more and more, he became more and more angry, until he became anxious, and said:

"Brother, you are an extremely human official, wearing a python robe. Those who know your military achievements in your life know that you are brave. But you don't know your past, and you still know that you are so rich by pleasing the king with your sister-in-law's beauty!"

"What did you say?"

Huang Feihu's eyes widened, and he thought about the scene after scene of the wedding since the wedding, and also thought about the tyranny of Shang Jun now, so he roared angrily.

"What's wrong with turning against him today!"

The four generals were overjoyed, and immediately went out to order soldiers, packed up the belongings, ordered a thousand generals, hundreds of vehicles, loaded them overnight, and transported them out of Chaoge City.

Huang Feihu then asked: "Where are we going to go out of Chaoge today?"

Huang Mingdao, one of the four generals, said: "The king of Xiqiwu is in the west and the north, and the world is at home, why don't you join him?"

"Forget it!" Huang Feihu sighed, and said, "Let's go west and seek refuge!"

Seeing Huang Feihu's expression wavering again, Zhou Ji thought to himself that his previous method of aggressiveness was only effective when Huang Feihu was in a hurry to attack his heart. If he didn't stop this matter, Huang Feihu might return to Chaoge halfway to plead guilty.

Huang Feihu's loyalty is true, but how can Di Xin tolerate Huang Feihu again? The torture of burning and burning must be unavoidable.

At that moment, Zhou Ji said again: "Brother! Go to Xiqi to borrow soldiers and come back to avenge sister-in-law and empress. It's too late! How can sister-in-law rest in peace? Why don't you go to the palace today and ask the tyrant for an explanation!"

Huang Feihu's eyes were bloodshot, and he summoned the five-color divine bull. He wore a golden armored battle suit, lifted a long sword, turned over and jumped onto the divine bull's back.

"Follow me into the palace gate!"

All the generals agreed, and the four generals mounted their horses and followed them straight to the palace gate.

Huang Feihu's younger brothers, Huang Feibiao and Huang Feibao, rhyme with big carts, and lead their family to Ximen. They are all generals in the army, how dare the defenders stop them?

Let's talk about Huang Feihu's murderous spirit, he rushed out of the palace gate on his five-colored bull. At this time, it was already dark, and the guards guarding the gate stopped five people, but they did not dare to fight against King Wucheng, so they had to go to the palace to report.

Huang Feihu roared again and again: "Di Xin! Come out and fight! Give back my sister, give me back my wife!"

The gate of the palace suddenly opened wide, and a tall figure surrounded by hundreds of elite soldiers walked out slowly.

Look at this man, wearing a nine-dragon robe, sitting on a dragon horse, holding a golden sword in his hand, with a majestic face, a dragon robe in response to the morning glow, but the armor on his body exudes a cold killing intent.

With a cold snort, he overwhelmed Chaoge.

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows on Yunshang. If he hadn't known that this was the prehistoric world, he would have thought he had seen Lu Bu...