sbdcsierra Chapter 462 Grand Master Xuandu, Before the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation
Chapter 462 Grand Master Xuandu, Before the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation
Chapter 462 Grand Master Xuandu, Before the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation
For half a month in a row.
Xiqi has not won a single battle.
Jiang Ziya, looking worried, paced anxiously around the military camp with his hands behind his back.
Since Yin Shou arrived at Tongguan, the Shang Dynasty's army descended like a divine force, defeating them one after another. If this continues, they may have no choice but to retreat back to the land of Xiqi.
Taoist magic is useless, and the soldiers are no match for them.
At this moment, the drums of Tongguan began to beat again.
dong dong dong.
dong dong dong.
It sent chills down people's spines.
Jiang Ziya and his group went out and approached Tongguan City. They saw a large drum standing on the top of the city gate, its skin being struck with mallets and making a loud noise.
After a long pause, the soldier stopped and shouted to the people below:
"By order of the King, all those who repent may lay down their weapons and enter Tongguan Pass directly."
"Those soldiers of Xiqi who surrender to the Shang will not be killed, tortured, or captured."
He paused briefly, glancing at Huang Feihu and the others, before continuing in an even louder voice:
"All generals who have betrayed the Shang and aided the Zhou, if they are sincere in repentance, the King will forgive their past mistakes and they will retain their original official positions in Chaoge upon their return."
Jiang Ziya was startled.
King Zhou was used to being tyrannical, and any slight resistance would surely anger him and lead to his order to be killed. How could he suddenly change his nature?
He hurriedly looked at Huang Feihu, hesitated, and called out, "King Wucheng?"
Huang Feihu turned to look at Jiang Ziya, his temples already streaked with white hair. He concealed the hint of confusion in his eyes before chuckling:
"Prime Minister, there is no need to worry. Since Fei Hu has chosen a wise ruler, he will not be misled by such petty gains."
King Wu Cheng and King Zhou were no longer Huang Feihu and Yin Shou.
The key reason Huang Feihu rebelled against the Shang Dynasty was that his wife died tragically in the palace.
Moreover, his son Huang Tianhua died on the way to attack Shang, and the king's two sons also died during the campaign against Zhou, with no way back.
Huang Feihu was the first to turn around, followed by Deng Jiugong, Su Hu, and the others.
On the city floor.
Yin Shou watched the backs of his former generals in the court, then hid himself in the shadows.
"Daji, even if I bow my head, they will not forgive me."
A soft, boneless hand clung to King Zhou's shoulder, applying a gentle pressure.
Daji slowly leaned her head closer, her tone gentle yet firm.
"Your Majesty, no matter what, Daji will never leave you."
Even if the entire Shang Dynasty were wiped out, even if the whole world abandoned the king, Daji would not.
She turned her gaze back to the figure in the sky and made up her mind.
That night.
The sound of frogs croaking filled the mountain forest.
Daji quickly left Tongguan, the bright moonlight illuminating the earth.
She walked very quickly and soon arrived at the stream. On a crooked tree, a Taoist priest with long hair hanging down lay.
On the ground, several empty wine jugs lay scattered about.
Daji looked up and hurriedly called out:
"I am willing to try the method you proposed, Imperial Advisor."
Shen Gongbao held the mouth of the wine pot between two fingers, then loosened his grip slightly, and the wine pot fell to the ground.
Pour out the wine.
His slightly tipsy eyes looked at Daji, and he chuckled:
"You are quite affectionate."
"Willing to take such a big risk and provoke the God of Pure Blessing for such a person."
Daji's eyelids twitched, and she hurriedly said:
“I don’t want to hurt her, but if I don’t do this, the king will die. He doesn’t want to be a god. I have to help him.”
"As for Qingfu Zhengshen..." Daji's mind flashed with her image, such a clear and pure woman, "She will definitely be alright."
Daji kept repeating, "If what the Imperial Advisor said is true, and the Heavenly Court is behind her, they certainly won't let her die like this."
It seems that if you say it a few more times, your wish will really come true.
Shen Gongbao glanced at her sideways, then turned his gaze back to the yellow moon in the sky and said in a low voice:
"The destiny of the human race is something that ordinary people cannot bear."
Hopefully, Yang Jiao truly has such good fortune that she can support the entire human race.
If the true energy of Ziwei is transferred, then King Zhou will not be so important in the Investiture of the Gods.
Daji's mission can now be completed.
It all depends on whether they are destined to be husband and wife in this lifetime.
Shen Gongbao turned to the side, propping his face up with his elbow, and murmured, "Jiang Ziya, don't die of old age too soon..."
……
Yang Jiao was fortunate enough to witness what it meant for ten thousand immortals to pay homage at the Jie Sect.
I was also fortunate enough to see the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation at Lintong Pass.
She was brought here by a sword!
"Zhu Xian Sword, where is your master?"
The Zhuxian Sword swayed left and right, indicating that it didn't know either.
"Then why did you bring me here?"
The Zhuxian Sword was held horizontally again, its tip pointing in one direction.
Yang Jiao looked over and saw only a patch of azure blue fabric, which seemed somewhat familiar.
The mosquito-like Taoist beside him recognized him instantly, gritting his teeth:
"The one swatting mosquitoes, is your senior brother?"
Grand Master Xuandu!?
Yang Jiao rushed over and, as expected, saw her senior brother in the corner. She immediately exclaimed in surprise:
"Senior brother? You came here after you left that day?"
Under the moonlight, Grand Master Xuandu's features appeared even more defined, and he nodded.
He immediately beckoned, and the Immortal Execution Sword obediently landed beside him.
Upon closer inspection, Yang Jiao discovered that Senior Brother Xuandu was carrying the four swords from the Zhuxian Sword Formation!
How did the sword end up with you?
"Wherever the sword is, Heaven's secrets need not be investigated." Xuan Du turned around and smiled.
"A fox raised by three old foxes!" Yang Jiao muttered.
This Ten Thousand Immortals Formation was actually chosen and laid out by the Grand Master Xuandu!
Those three Qing are so cunning.
"Why does this sword obey you so much?" Yang Jiao asked curiously.
This is the sword of the Tongtian Sect Master, yet it can be wielded by the Grand Master Xuandu.
Xuan Du selectively avoided answering the question.
There's no other reason than that I suffered abuse since childhood, something I can't talk about.
When I joined the Human Sect, all three sects only had one name. Back then, my master, uncle, and junior uncle took turns bullying me!
Xuan Du couldn't even remember how many times those four swords had been beaten up.
It cannot be said, it cannot be said, it would be disrespectful to my senior brother if I did.
"Ahem..." Grand Master Xuandu cleared his throat with his fist to his lips and said, "With your cultivation at your level, you can wield any kind of sword."
"That's amazing!" Yang Jiao complimented.
My senior brother's cultivation is the best among the disciples of the three religions. Although he rarely makes a move, his reputation is far-reaching.
Every time he appeared, those Taoist priests and immortals who usually looked down on everyone would bow and pay their respects.
Show utmost respect.
"Yes, you can also cultivate diligently in the future."
Xuan Du accepted Yang Jiao's starry gaze and became elated.
Mosquito Daoist glanced at Xuandu, thinking that Yang Jiao had once again suffered from a lack of experience in the prehistoric world, and pouted:
"How could a sword that has recognized its master be wielded by magic? You can use it..." Isn't it because the Tongtian Sect Master gave you permission?
The remaining words were stuck in Mosquito Daoist's throat.
This was because Grand Master Xuandu had already raised his hand, and the gesture was very similar to the one he had once made when he slapped himself flat.
She choked.
How annoying Xuan Du is!