Conquered Chonghou Hu, returned in July, and directly expanded the territory of Zhou to the north of Nanzhou.

Among the two hundred princes of the northern towns, one hundred and twenty-three returned to Zhou, and the world heard of the virtuous virtue of King Wen of Zhou, and now saw the strong rise of Zhou, and sent worship meetings one after another.

This battle allowed Yang Jian to completely gain a foothold in the Zhou State, down to the slaves, to the officials, and to Yang Jian's government and military affairs.

Yang Jianshi returned to Xiqi, Ji Fa worshiped Yang Jian as a young master, as long as he was free, he went to Yang Jian's mansion to ask for advice on the way to be a monarch and the policy of governing the country, Yang Jian also patiently taught, and instilled the idea of diligent government and love for the people in the future King Wu of Zhou.

If you are a mortal, doing Yang Jian's step is already an extraordinary human ability;

But for Yang Jian, these were just small things, and his gaze kept falling on the sky, waiting for those Daomen immortals who might appear when they would appear.

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

Yang Jian carefully pondered for a few days after enlightenment, set the pace of Xiqi's development in the next few years, and continued to use his incarnation to wander around, hiding his real body to comprehend Xuangong.

After he stayed in Xiqi, the immortals did not show up, but a few of the masters of the sect intercepted secretly observed a few times, but they did not find anything abnormal, and they did not stay for a long time.

After a few years of such peace, Xiqi became more and more prosperous, the streets were full of children running around, and the schools promoted by Yang Jian were also full of reading, and they were thriving.

In the past few years, the kung fu has not been wasted, faintly, Yang Jian feels as if he has grasped a spiritual light and found a way to break through this layer of limits.

But this feeling is vague and has not yet been fully grasped.

Cultivation can't always rely on epiphany, more often than not, like Yang Jian, a little bit of realization, constant thinking, and exploring further paths.

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

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

A strong smell of medicine came to his face, and Yang Jian looked at the old man who was lying down and sighed lightly.

"Teacher, how did you get here?" Ji Fa shouted from the side.

"Daoshu," Yang Jian walked to the front of the collapse, took a spirit pill and put it into King Wen's mouth, King Wen's body flashed a little light, and the muddy old eyes opened, and looked at Yang Jian with gratitude.

"Thank you, Prime Minister......"

Yang Jian said: "I can only continue the king's life 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:

"I heard that the prime minister and my son Ji Fa beheaded Chonghou Hu, my heart was always uneasy, and when I closed my eyes, I saw Chonghou Hu standing on one side. In the early years, he received the grace of God, sat in the northwest, and led the princes of the two hundred towns on the West Road, all of which were given by the Shang monarch. ”

"After the death of Lone, there is the prime minister to assist my son Ji Fa, and Zhou Zi is stable. Although the current Shang Jun is tyrannical, he is not as bad as Xiqi. If the merchant army does not commit a crime, I must ask my son not to listen to the advice of the princes, and to attack the king with his ministers, this is a great rebellion!"

Yang Jian was silent, although he didn't want to coax King Wen, he didn't want this old man to leave with regrets.

King Wen did not have the intention of destroying the Emperor, but Ji Fa was ambitious, but he had the intention of replacing Emperor Xin.

"Don't worry, the king, this is what I should do," Yang Jian said, "But there are still unfulfilled wishes?"

King Wen asked: "My son Boyi is examined, can he still return his soul?"

Yang Jian said: "He will enter the heavenly court, and he will have a deep source of blessings in the future, so there is no need to worry about it." ”

"This is good...... King Wen didn't feel the old tears, and suddenly shouted: "Ji Fa!"

"My son is here," Ji Fa knelt in front of the collapse, crying incessantly.

King Wen sighed and said: "As a minister, you should have the duty of a minister, don't commit the following crimes, otherwise, your old father will be difficult to see!"

"Remember, child, please prolong my father's life!"

"The number of lives must not be messed up," Yang Jian said in a deep voice, outside the door, there was already a team of ghosts waiting, and Wen Sheng persuaded Ji Fa a few words.

King Wen closed his eyes, his face was peaceful, and he gradually breathed out more and took in less, and his face was filled with death, which was no longer good.

Outside, a ghost shouted respectfully: "Meet the true monarch, the underworld summons the spirit, and please don't stop the true monarch." ”

Yang Jian left before the collapse and walked outside, when a gust of wind blew, and cries sounded everywhere in the hall.

The ghost sent to take the soul of King Wen and came to salute in front of Yang Jian; King Wen looked like a ghost, so he could naturally see that Yang Jian's real body was wrapped in a golden breath, and he was even more shocked when he saw the ghost sending a salute to Yang Jian.

The ghost said: "Zhenjun, I'll wait for this and go back to my life." ”

"Don't embarrass King Wen. ”

"Zhenjun rest assured, I don't dare to be embarrassed," the ghost cha agreed, grabbed 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, and a relieved smile appeared on his lips......

It's really a fairy.

In the twentieth year, Xibohou Ji Chang urn, Xiqi Susu in March, the princes of the world mourned.

Yang Jian patrolled the Quartet for the king, and the cities of Zhou State stockpiled grain and grass and trained soldiers.

Yang Jian promoted the construction of slave soldiers, promising that as long as he accumulated military merits, he could take his family to get rid of slavery status together, which made the Zhou army more and more powerful.

King Wen's instructions before his death are still in his ears, and King Wu does not dare to raise troops at will, not to mention that he has just ascended the throne, and the people's hearts are unstable, and it is not appropriate to use troops.

But even if the Martial King can't afford to be a soldier, there will always be trouble coming to the door.

In the twenty-first year, there was a big star in the middle of the sky moving west, Yang Jian entered the palace late at night, had a secret conversation with King Wu, and then left Xiqi in a hurry, and directly cast the golden light and went to the city of songs.

On this night, the song city is still singing and dancing.

Yang Jian was also a master of art and bold, so he went straight to Lutai, but saw that there were armor soldiers running everywhere in Lutai, and on the side of the terrace, there were seven or eight palace maids cleaning up.

His eyes shone brightly, and he saw countless resentful spirits hovering under the deer platform. But in the midst of these resentful spirits, there is a thin figure huddled in the corner, crying bitterly.

In the palace of the Shang Monarch, the ghosts and demons of the resentful spirits are crossed, eating away at the last bit of national fortune of the Great Shang, and the ghosts of the underworld do not dare to come here to take the soul, so they have to let it go. Therefore, this soul has just left the body, and there is nowhere to go, just waiting to be eroded by resentment and turned into a resentful spirit.

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

This is a beautiful woman, who still looks young and beautiful, with a goose-yellow face, pitiful, and a gorgeous long dress stained with blood.

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

"Who are you, who are you......?"

"Yang Jian, Senior Brother Huang Tianhua," Yang Jian opened his hand, holding a magic bead in his hand, and said, "Come in first, I'll take you out of here and meet Tianhua in the future." ”

The beautiful woman's soul nodded slightly, perhaps it was the warmth on Yang Jian's body that made her take off her guard, turn into a ray of glory, and submerge into this jewel.

Yang Jian turned around and left, didn't do much else, and stayed on the clouds after leaving Chaoge City, waiting for the incident in Chaoge City.

Why did Tianhua die?

Some time ago, the generalissimo of the Shang Dynasty, Huang Feihu, the king of Wucheng, entered the palace to attend a banquet, and because he was dissatisfied with the demon queen 'Daji', he released the god warbler and scratched the demon queen.

The demon queen was hateful, waiting for an opportunity to take revenge, and set up a big banquet today to entertain the wife of the important minister of Chaoge City.

During the feast, the demon queen used a spell to get Huang Feihu's wife Jia drunk and put her to sleep in the palace. After nightfall, the drunken Di Xin saw that Jia was drunk, and Di Xin wanted to force the teasing, but Jia woke up in time and resisted.

Jia's temperament was quite chaste, and he jumped down from Lutai and died on the spot.

After Di Xin sobered up, he was quite remorseful, and Huang Feihu's sister and concubine Huang Fei heard the palace report on the matter, and immediately became furious, hurried to the deer platform, scolded Di Xin, and pressed 'Daji' to the ground for a while.

Di Xin was irritable and reached out to pull Concubine Huang, but was slapped in the face by Concubine Huang.

Thinking that although this Di Xin was remorseful, when had he been slapped in the face? When he was angry, he lifted Huang Fei with one hand, threw him off the deer platform, and fell to his death.

Yang Jian sat on the clouds, his eyes shining with divine light, and he hesitated a little after seeing this, but he didn't save Concubine Huang's soul.

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

Not long after, there was a loud cry from the Wucheng Palace, and the four brothers under Huang Feihu's tent were indignant, and they were about to enter the Shangjun Palace with knives and guns, and Huang Feihu rode a five-colored sacred cow to stop them and scolded the four of them.

Huang Feihu is indeed loyal, even if his wife was forced to death by Di Xin, although he was sad in his heart, he had no objection.

The four generals of the Huang family were all sad and indignant, threw down their blades and returned to the mansion, shouted for a wine banquet, ate and drank, and kept stroking their palms and laughing.

Huang Feihu came into the mansion and saw his three sons Huang Tianlu, Tianjue, and Tianxiang crying, while the four brothers who were born and died were stroking their palms and laughing on the side, their hearts were upset, and they went up to reason again.

There is a general named Zhou Ji under this Huang Feihu's tent, who is quite scheming, and when Huang Feihu scolds more and more, he becomes more and more angry, until he is angry, and then he says:

"Brother, you are a very good minister, wearing a python robe, and those who know your life and military exploits know that you are brave. I don't know what you have done in the past, but you also said that you relied on your sister-in-law's posture to please the king, and you got such wealth!"

"What did you say?"

Huang Feihu's eyes widened, and he thought of the scenes since the wedding, and thought of the tyrannical things of Shang Jun now, and roared angrily at the moment.

"What's the matter if it's against him today!"

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

Huang Feihu asked: "Where are we going to go to today?"

Huang Mingdao, one of the four generals: "King Xiqi Wu is in the west and north, and the world is in the heart, why not defect?"

"That's it!" Huang Feihu sighed and said, "Let's go west!"

Zhou Ji saw that Huang Feihu's expression was swaying again, and he secretly thought about his previous method of agitation, but it only worked while Huang Feihu was angry, if he didn't do this, Huang Feihu was afraid that he would return to Chaoge halfway to confess his guilt.

Huang Feihu is loyal and righteous, but how can Di Xin tolerate Huang Feihu again? That cannon torture is inevitably inevitable.

At that moment, Zhou Ji said again: "Big brother, go to Xiqi to borrow troops and come again to avenge your sister-in-law and mother-in-law, it will be too late at that time! How can your sister-in-law look at the spring? Why don't you go to the palace today and ask the tyrant for an explanation!"

Huang Feihu's eyes were blood-red, and he summoned the five-colored sacred cow, dressed in a golden armor suit, carrying a long sword, and turned over and jumped onto the back of the sacred cow.

"Follow me into the palace gate!"

All the families will agree, and the four generals will get on the horse and follow straight to the palace gate.

Huang Feihu's younger brother Huang Feibiao and Huang Feibao rhymed with the cart and led the family to Ximen, they are all generals in the army, how dare the defenders stop them?

Let's say that Huang Feihu was murderous, riding a five-colored sacred cow and rushing outside the palace gate, at this time the sky was already clear, although the guards guarding the door stopped five people, but they did not dare to move troops against King Wucheng, so they could only go to the palace to report.

Huang Feihu roared again and again: "Di Xin! Come out and fight! Return my sister and return my wife!"

The palace gate suddenly opened, and hundreds of elite soldiers slowly walked out with a tall figure.

Look at this person, wearing a nine-dragon robe, sitting on a dragon horse, holding a golden big knife, with a majestic face, a dragon robe corresponding to the morning glow, but the armor on his body is full of cold killing intent.

A cold snort, coercing the song.

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows on the clouds, if he didn't know that this was a desolate world, he really thought that he had seen Lu Bu......