The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The so-called victors are not strong enough to hold autumn, see the sun and the moon are not good eyesight, and hear thunder is not good ears.

The so-called good fighters are better than those who are easy to win, and they are in an invincible position without losing the enemy's defeat.

These are two sentences that Yang Jian knows from "Sun Tzu's Art of War", which talk about the way of using soldiers and the way of winning.

Although at this time, Yang Jian was commanding thousands of troops in the mortal world, and he also had a lot of understanding of strategy, but facing the art of war and strategy of ancient sages and wisdom in his hometown in later generations, he still couldn't understand the essence of it, and he didn't know what kind of state it should be.

But today, in his own residence, Yang Jian understood...

The problem is, he was taught...

Around the sand table made by Yang Jian with profound energy, six of Meishan's six friends gathered, and five of the twelve commanders of the Wu Clan stood. The great Wu Daang, who hadn't shown his face for a long time, also looked at with his hands behind his back, nodding constantly, as if he knew the art of war very well.

On the side of the sand table, the handsome young man was smiling, shaking the folding fan gently in his hand, neither in a hurry nor in a hurry.

On the other side, Yang Jian's rare forehead bulged with cross tendons, his eyes flickered, and he raised his hand, but he couldn't put it down.

The situation on the court is not obvious to him.

There are more than 600,000 soldiers and horses left on our side, and nearly 900,000 soldiers and horses on the enemy side. The main army is almost undamaged; and our soldiers and horses have been divided and surrounded. No matter how we mobilize now, if we make a wrong move, we will no longer be in a defensive position, but will collapse completely.

The six friends of Meishan were on the sidelines anxiously getting angry for their second master, and Da Ang kept nodding his head, as if he really understood the rules and regulations.

Yang Jian stood quietly, the sun was shining brightly, he was sweating a little due to his cultivation.

"Brother Yang, oh no, the Prime Minister can call on the people in the family to help out at will. You don't have to be embarrassed. You and I have a very close relationship, so I naturally don't care about it."

The smile on the corner of Mr. Xiao's mouth revealed a little pride, Yang Jian nodded, and let out a low drink, 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 situation; Feng Shan and Feng Wu also came here, but they didn't know the battle formation, so it didn't help the situation.

Mei Kongmei stood on the eaves of the attic in the distance and watched. She was quite afraid of Yang Jian and did not dare to take another half step forward.

Yang Jian took a step back and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, come and try to solve this situation."

"Promise!" The six friends of Meishan walked forward, gearing up in various ways. Several grass-headed army commanders were also observing the situation from the sidelines, and they kept talking and discussing, and the debate gradually became fierce.

With the concerted efforts of the entire Yang family, Yang Jian can't deal with mere Xiao Lan if he still doesn't believe it.

After half a day, more and more people gathered around the sand table. The fairy chefs in the backyard, the clever maids, and the generals and doctors who passed by on the street and were dragged in gradually filled the yard, making a lot of noise.

Xiao Lan stood in the middle of this group of people, shaking the folding fan lightly, taking no time to rush, with a well-thought-out plan, as if she was really mobilizing thousands of troops.

Yang Jian stood in the gazebo, drinking tea and eating snacks with Ao Xinke who had retreated voluntarily, watching the scene in front of him...

I am so tired, this Young Master Xiao actually still has the hidden passivity of the national scholar Wushuang...

It's a shame.

"Husband, why is such a strange person unwilling to join the army?"

"If the strength of the Shang and Zhou armies is similar, with Xiao Lan here, I can save most of my effort, and the Zhou army will be able to fight a hundred battles." Yang Jian twitched his lips, "But the Zhou army has already gained the absolute upper hand at this time, and the decisive factor in the confrontation between the two armies is the confrontation between immortals and generals. The role she can play...is not very big."

Ao Xinke covered her mouth and chuckled, "Husband, why should you deceive yourself? I just figured it out. Hundreds of years ago, she helped Lingshan old mother repel the onslaught of Chaotian Pavilion, and prompted Lingshan old mother to form an alliance with Chaotian Pavilion. Don't underestimate her."

"so smart?"

Yang Jian was also a little surprised.

Chaotian Pavilion is the power of the Heavenly Court in the Three Thousand Worlds. The Heavenly Court has enshrined, heavenly soldiers and generals innumerable, and their combat power is extraordinary. It has brought an unknown number of great worlds under the direct command of the Heavenly Court.

Xiao Lan once defeated Chaotian Pavilion's offensive, and even made Lingshan old mother's lineage form an alliance with Chaotian Pavilion. This trick...

"I really underestimated her," Yang Jian said, before laughing again, "I thought she was just a willful and reckless young lady of the Xian family, I never thought that she has such abilities."

Ao Xinke smiled without saying a word, and the group of counselors and generals gathered in the front yard suddenly cheered.

Xiao Lan's finger tapped lightly, and it was as if thousands of troops galloped and roared, and the cheers came to an abrupt end...

The remnant army left by Yang Jian was defeated for thousands of miles!

This was destined to be the day of the Yang family's disastrous defeat, there were still a few military generals who were dragged out of the formation beating their chests and crying loudly, and the six friends of Meishan also looked ashamed.

"Everyone, go back, I have been defeated for a while, and I have to trouble you so hard, I really feel uneasy."

Yang Jian stood up and gave an order, and the courtyard was full of people, birds, beasts and insects.

"How?" Xiao Lan asked back with a smile.

Yang Jian gave her a thumbs up, "The art of war and strategy, you are more than one step ahead of me, I admire you, and I won't send you away."

"Hello!" Mr. Xiao stared at his bright eyes, and ran over in two steps, "The true monarch of Qingyuan Miaodao, who was personally appointed by the dignified sage, is also the marshal of the heaven, and the third generation senior brother of Chanjiao, why don't you want to be so cheeky, like a shameless person!"

Yang Jian said calmly, "What did I say before?"

"If I can persist for a hundred rounds, you will let me join the Zhou army as a general counselor!"

"That's right," Yang Jian spread his hands, "I was defeated in forty-six rounds, and you didn't persist until after a hundred rounds."

Xiao Lan almost fainted from anger.

Yang Jian sighed softly, looked at Xiao Lan, and said seriously: "The Great Calamity of Nanzhou, this is a great calamity of Taoism, which has affected countless living beings. You are not a famous general on the list of gods, why bother to trap yourself in it."

"My heart wishes, I have made up my mind," Xiao Lan looked at Yang Jian, her slender neck and skin glowed faintly, "If you don't allow me, I will follow by myself."

"Why are you so stubborn and willful?"

"Hmph," Xiao Lan looked aside.

Yang Jian suddenly felt a little powerless to complain, so he had to be patient, and said in a gentle voice: "I'm trying to persuade you, just for your life, don't be so willful. If you want to get back your lost thoughts, I will accompany you to the end after the catastrophe, how about it?"

Yang Xiaochan has gone to retreat to practice again, otherwise, if she comes out to deal with it, maybe Xiao Lan can be persuaded.

Xiao Lan muttered, "Can't you still protect me?"

"Disaster."

"Then I'll just protect you," Xiao Lan raised her head slightly, looking directly into Yang Jian's eyes.

Ao Xinke said softly: "Husband, just promise her..."

"Forget it, for Xinke's sake... let's go!" Yang Jian waved to Ao Xinke, and walked towards the door with his hands behind his back.

Xiao Lan immediately followed up, her eyes were fixed on Yang Jian, and she made a movement of grabbing at any time to prevent Yang Jian from running away suddenly.

Yang Jian said: "Without my permission, don't make any noise, don't restore women's clothing, don't cause trouble..."

"I'm not a toddler! Well, you promised?"

"You jump into the catastrophe by yourself, what am I stopping you for!" Yang Jian snorted and made a white cloud, Xiao Lan jumped onto the cloud first.

"Miss!"

"The real king can't do it!"

Several old women who had been watching by the side hurriedly spoke out, knowing that Xiao Lan might really be involved in the Nanzhou catastrophe during this trip, they were quite terrified.

"You guys, please go back and report to grandma," Xiao Lan said with a smile, "I'm working as an aide under the famous Zhenjun Erlang, and it's considered a bit of experience outside, grandma, please don't worry."

"this……"

"If you don't dislike it, you can stay at the mansion for a while," Ao Xinke said softly beside her, "There are so many experts in the army. Miss Xiao is blessed with great fortune and extraordinary wisdom. She will never worry about catastrophe. Maybe she can find her own chance in the catastrophe."

As soon as the quasi-sage's breath was released, several golden fairy old women who served Xiao Lan could only bow their heads.

Yang Jian had already brought Xiao Lan into the air, Xiao Lan bowed to Ao Xinke far away, and said, "Thank you sister-in-law for your protection."

Ao Xinke bowed to return the salute, watching the two slowly ascend.

With a wave of Yang Jian's sleeve, the white cloud suddenly sped up, Xiao Lan let out a soft cry, and almost lost his balance and fell from the cloud, which made Ao Xinke chuckle.

When Yang Jian and Xiao Lan went to the camp on the East Shangjun Road to prepare for the attack on merchants, Ao Xinke stood in the gazebo and looked east, unable to recover for a long time.

At some point, a petal was blown by the wind, and she just sighed softly.

Yao Ji walked slowly from one side, and said in a low voice: "Xinke, mother's good daughter-in-law, I really wronged you."

Ao Xinke shook her head lightly: "Miss Xiao is good at attacking troops, which complements her husband's bravery. It can be said that he has benefited from his help, and my daughter-in-law does not feel wronged."

"This Miss Xiao must be the human woman that Yuelao mentioned."

Ao Xinke thought of the jade hairpin, and all the things that Yang Jian had said about meeting Xiao Lan on Yunlu before, her brows always looked sad.

"I'm not the first to meet my husband..."

"Xin Ke," Yao Ji gently took Ao Xinke's little hand, "Don't think too much, mother only recognizes you as the wife my son Ming Mei is marrying."

"Thank you mother, my daughter-in-law wants to go to retreat and practice."

Ao Xinke resigned and left, Yao Ji stood in the gazebo with a wry smile, thinking about how to quell the fire in the backyard for Yang Jian, and also worried about her son.

Which woman is willing to share her husband with others?

Although Ao Xinke was unwilling, she would not stop her, would not hinder her, and would even plan for her husband. She did not want her husband to be half-divided, and she did not want her husband to bear the name of being greedy and lustful.

It's just that the sourness in my heart is not known to others.

Ao Xinke knows that Yang Jian and her respect each other like a guest and they are like glue. They have never been bored since their wedding, they support and take care of each other; if Yang Jian knew that Yuelao and Taibai Jinxing had visited the house, he might deliberately alienate Xiao Lan to take care of Ao Xinke's mood.

But Ao Xinke would not tell Yang Jian about this matter, not only that, she also secretly found someone in the mansion who knew about it, or made three chapters, or directly erased the memory of the other party.

Where is the affectionate king here, don't love the new couch and forget the old account.

On the cloud going to the barracks, Yang Jian seemed to have a feeling in his heart, and turned to look back.

"Zhenjun and Princess Wanzhi really love each other, and I miss them as soon as they come out."

Xiao Lan laughed and joked beside him.

Yang Jian nodded calmly, and replied: "If it wasn't for the catastrophe of Conferred God, I have something to do, I just want to stay with her in Meishan, and I won't leave her to run around."

"It's really enviable."

Xiao Lan sighed with emotion, admiring the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in Nanzhou, after getting rid of those old women, she felt quite free.

This guy, could he just use the name of Yuzan to want to be unrestrained?

The corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched slightly, and he didn't care about her anymore.

In recent years, I have seen many people who jumped into the quagmire voluntarily. It is really rare to see such a fresh, refined, firm and abnormal jump.

let her go.