Chapter 12: General Zheng Lun
"That's a fire-eyed golden-eyed beast. Don't go there. It's hard to fight!"

The magic eye issued a reminder.

"Grass~"

Yang Jian paused and dodged the sledgehammer that was attacking him again from behind.

As he fled towards the lake, he did not forget to say something harsh.

"If you don't chase me, you're a grandson. Come here if you dare!"

There are many trees in the mountains and forests. As long as Yang Jian is determined to escape and keeps changing positions during the escape, the enemy archers will not be able to aim at him effectively.

The purple-faced sturdy man's magical powers were also useless.

Yang Jian's voice was getting farther and farther away, until his figure disappeared.

The rest of the soldiers did not dare to chase after them, fearing that they would be defeated one by one, and asked, "General Zheng, should we chase after them?"

"No hurry, he can't escape. The trees are getting sparser in the direction he's running. He's courting death. I just used up a lot of mana by performing my magical powers continuously. I'll catch him after I've recovered my breath."

The purple-faced sturdy man came over with two hammers in his hands and casually hung the hammers on the fire-eyed golden-eyed beast.

He rubbed his sore wrist. The three-eyed guy was really a monster. He had tried his best but could do nothing. His wrist was only grabbed and was still swollen.

In addition, he had been using his magical powers continuously and now more than half of his magic power was consumed. If the three-eyed guy didn't run away, they would suffer heavy losses even if they could capture him.

This job is really hard, even more dangerous than fighting on the battlefield.

Unfortunately, there are too many trees here, making it difficult to charge while riding a mount, and archers are also subject to many restrictions.

If he had the help of the Fire-Eyed Golden-Pupil Beast on flat ground, he would be confident that he could defeat the opponent.

He thought about the follow-up plan for a while, then sat down and calmed his breath.

About half a minute later.

The purple-faced sturdy man opened his eyes, turned over and rode on the fire-eyed golden-eyed beast, then took out a stone from his arms and handed it in front of the nose of the mount under his crotch.

This stone was obviously the one that Yang Jian had used to knock out the hunter, but for some reason it was in the hands of this strong man.

The fire-eyed golden-eyed beast lowered its head and sniffed, then rushed out in the selected direction.

"Hei Ye, get up quickly. I brought a group of people for you to eat."

When Yang Jian returned to the lakeside, the black tiger was sleeping soundly in the sun.

"Wow~Where~"

The black tiger's ears moved slightly, and the next second his eyes suddenly widened, and he rolled over.

The body that was dozens of feet tall seemed to block out the sky and the sun, and the pressure of the superior predator was undoubtedly revealed.

When Hei Hu opened his mouth to speak, a large pool of saliva flowed out.

Yang Jian pointed in the direction they came from.

When he looked back, the black tiger had disappeared.

Yang Jian went back the way he came again, planning to take advantage of the black tiger's killing to gain some benefits.

Not long after walking, they saw the huge figure of the black tiger, but the expected battle did not happen.

When Yang Jian approached, he suddenly heard the purple-faced sturdy man talking to Hei Hu.

The strong man called Hei Hu "senior"~
what's going on!
He is still waiting to sit on the mountain and watch the fight between tigers!

The purple-faced sturdy man noticed Yang Jian coming over and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Junior Brother Yang, I didn't know you were Senior Shen Gongbao's disciple before."

Yang Jian was completely confused. He thought he had been beaten for nothing and just wanted to take it lightly with a simple "I'm sorry".

He walked up to Black Tiger and asked quietly, "What's going on, Master Black? Why don't you eat them?"

The soldiers behind the purple-skinned burly man suddenly turned pale, as if they had heard the conversation between Yang Jian and Hei Hu.

Hei Hu glanced at Yang Jian unhappily. This boy seemed to speak quietly, but everyone here was not an ordinary person. His self-proclaimed quiet voice was heard clearly by others.

"This kid's name is Zheng Lun. He is a disciple of Master Du'e from West Kunlun. Master has been to Master Du'e's cave many times to ask for money. He is also an old acquaintance of his."

Zheng Lun, the immortal Du'e.

In addition, during the previous battle, the strong man sprayed white magic attacks from his nostrils.

Yang Jian instantly realized that this was General Heng, one of the two generals Heng and Ha.

Hei Hu also mentioned that Zheng Lun told him about the strange eyes between Yang Jian's eyebrows when he was fighting.

Ask Yang Jian what's going on.

Yang Jian evaded the question by saying that it was a new magical power - the Eye of Breaking Delusion - that was born from the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art after he slaughtered a nearby kennel of dogs.

Hei Hu just asked casually and didn't pursue the matter.

When Zheng Lun saw Yang Jian's expression change, he knew that both parties had explained it clearly, that there was no acquaintance without fighting. He had already explained to Hei Hu why he went into the mountains to hunt down Yang Jian.

The hunter that Yang Jian had let go before was a relative of Jizhou Hou Su Hu. When they went into the mountains to hunt, a group of people were captured by monsters, leaving him alone alive. Then Zheng Lun led his troops into the mountains to subdue the monster.

He was just helping out while escorting grain and grass, and thought the one causing trouble was a little monster. Who would have thought that he would actually run into Senior Shen Gongbao's mount.

This is just like a flood that has washed away the Dragon King Temple, and family members no longer recognize each other.

He looked at Yang Jian, forcing a smile on his purple face: "I see that Junior Brother Yang has such divine power at such a young age. Right now, the northern barbarians are rebelling, and Jizhou Hou Su Hu is leading the army to fight. It is a good time to need people. Why don't you come out and join me in building achievements? Practitioners pay attention to wealth, friends, and land, and Dashang has everything."

"No problem, he will definitely go."

Yang Jian couldn't refuse. The black tiger behind him thought of eating people when he heard about the war, and excitedly helped Yang Jian to agree.

Yang Jian was extremely angry.

Originally, when he was hunting the four hunters, he heard the man he let go say that he would invite the army to come in and wipe out the demons.

When they met just now, he had vaguely guessed that the other party came for this reason.

But plans cannot keep up with changes. He did this before to create trouble for Shen Gongbao in order to find a chance to escape.

But Shen Gongbao left inexplicably. His freedom had just been greatly improved, but it was gone before he could enjoy it for a while.

Who would have thought that the pit Yang Jian had dug before would now bury himself. Now it seems that he is inseparable from the Shang Dynasty.

This is a job that will cost you your head. Not only will you lose your head, but your soul will also not be free in the future.

He then made up his mind to improve his cultivation at all costs and gain true freedom.

Haven't you heard that 'If you don't work hard to cultivate immortality, your name will be left on the list of gods'?

"You don't have to go, but you have to prepare a pair of boys and girls for me every day, or pour a basin of blood to quench my thirst."

Black Tiger threatened through voice transmission.

Yang Jian could only agree temporarily.

Hei Hu knew that his characteristics as Shen Gong Bao's mount were too obvious, and it would not be good for him to get involved in mortal wars and eat people if he was seen by his fellow mortals in public.

It then transformed into the size of an ordinary house cat and was held in Yang Jian's arms.

The group walked out of the forest together. Outside the forest was a grain transport convoy stretching for miles.

"The grain inspector is back~"

A voice rang out in the team.

Zheng Lun asked his soldiers to find a horse for Yang Jian to ride, and then he gave an order and the grain transport team continued to move forward.

Yang Jian was in a very bad mood. His mind was full of thoughts about how to escape and then find a place to hide. He would be safe when the Conferred God Tribulation was over.

He didn't even listen carefully to Zheng Lun's chatter next to him.

"This time, the Northern Qi is led by Grand Tutor Wen, and the 72 princes of the northern border are all out. Those barbarians who refuse to be civilized will be~~~ sooner or later~~~"

"Who's sitting in that carriage over there?"

Yang Jian motioned Zheng Lun to look at a carriage in the grain transport team, from which gusts of fragrant wind wafted from time to time.

The fragrance made him feel like a kitten was scratching his heart. He was so itchy that he almost wanted to lift the curtain of the carriage to take a look.

The most important thing is that they are now walking against the wind and the carriage is behind them.

But this smell can reverse the wind, which is really strange.

"Oh~ That's the daughter of the Marquis of Jizhou. I think her name is Su~Su what is it?"

"Su Daji."

"Oh, yes, Junior Brother Yang, how did you know that?"

Yang Jian raised his lips for a rare moment: "I guessed it."

But his mood was extremely heavy.

After knowing the true identity of the person in the carriage, Yang Jian immediately suppressed his curiosity.

If joining the army of Beiqi of the Shang Dynasty was a matter of losing one's head, then being associated with Daji meant getting closer to the death of one's soul.

In this case, he felt that being included in the List of Gods was not such a difficult thing to accept.

The group traveled day and night, and finally at nightfall of the next day, they were about to arrive at the city guarded by the army - Zhenbei City.

At this point, they were still half a day's journey from the city, and Zheng Lun finally ordered that they could rest on the spot, make a fire, cook, and rest for a night to prevent the enemy from robbing food and causing the soldiers to become exhausted halfway through the journey.

Yang Jian sat under a tree, teasing Hei Ye, who had turned into a black cat, in his arms out of boredom.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Su Daji's servants prepare the meal and send it to the carriage.

One of the maids came towards where he was sitting.

"Sir, our lady invites you to come over and have dinner with us."

Yang Jian suddenly felt that a disaster was imminent, and he felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles. He held Hei Ye's arm tightly involuntarily.

The beauty invited them to dinner, and they fell in love with each other.

King Zhou ruthlessly snatched his love, Daji spread cholera to all living beings, and Yang Jian rebelled in anger.

In the end, the rebellion was ruthlessly suppressed, and Yang Jian died before the great calamity of the Conferred God happened.

Only little Yang Chan was left crying in Jinxia Cave.

"Meow~"

The black tiger cried out in pain, leaving three bloody marks on Yang Jian's arm.

Only then did Yang Jian come to his senses and realize that he was trapped in the illusion he had created and could not extricate himself.

No, this is the devil in my heart.

If Hei Ye hadn't woken him up, he would have been in a daze for a long time.

He looked carefully and saw that the cat that Hei Ye had transformed into had jumped out of his arms and ran into the woods nearby.

"Young Master~Young Master."

The maid waved her hands in front of Yang Jian.

"Ah~ What happened?"

Yang Jian had just come back to his senses, and his mind was still not settled. The maid's voice in his ear made him jump with fear, and he subconsciously said: "No~ No, I'm still young, only fifteen years old."

Although he was only fifteen years old, he had grown a lot taller after two days of practice. He was tall and straight, and he didn't look like a young man who had just started out.

But some traces of his immature eyes and eyebrows can still be seen.

The maid curled her lips when she heard this and walked away with her waist twisted.

After the maid left.

Yang Jian communicated with the magic eye: "Look at what kind of ghost that woman is inside. I was trapped in my inner demon just now and almost couldn't get out."

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