nashuaworldcup Chapter 261 My outrageously handsome younger brother!
Chapter 261 My outrageously handsome younger brother!
Yang Jian didn't have time to care about that; his eyes were darting around.
Yang Jiao was nowhere to be seen, and his eyes dimmed.
My sister is not in Xiqi.
If he weren't tasked with delivering grain, Yang Jian would be looking for his sister right now.
He said anxiously:
"Yang Jian has come to deliver military provisions to Xiqi on the orders of his ancestor, Yuanshi."
When it comes to food.
The soldiers around him had their eyes shining. They had been hungry for two days. Just yesterday, Prime Minister Jiang had said that if they still couldn't break through, they would have no choice but to kill their warhorses to fill their stomachs.
And just like that, the military rations arrived.
Huang Feihu looked behind Yang Jian, both anxious and worried, and said:
"Where are they? Are the grain transport teams still outside the pass? How can they get in?"
How could they safely deliver the food supplies for hundreds of thousands of soldiers when the Shang army surrounded them?
Just as everyone was worried about this, Yang Jian took out a small square box called a 'bamboo tube' from behind his back, with rice grains overflowing on top.
Huang Feihu asked, puzzled:
"This might not be enough for this general alone."
The soldiers in the camp all looked gloomy. They had thought they would have a good meal, but it turned out to be a disappointment.
They all said dejectedly:
"What kind of disciples of the Chan Sect? Who can eat this little bit of food?"
Jiang Ziya shouted:
“All who come here are in accordance with the will of Heaven to help the Great Zhou. How can you speak rudely and discourage them?”
The soldiers, who were starving and dizzy, lowered their heads and retreated.
It's not that they harbor resentment; they're fighting for their country and not even getting enough to eat, so they've lost their rationality.
Yang Jian didn't care.
He only cares about what the people he cares about say.
He bowed and stated clearly:
"This was bestowed by the Primordial Celestial Venerable, and it will surely resolve the crisis of Qinglong Pass being without rice."
After saying that, a flash of light appeared in his third eye on his forehead. It was so fast that it disappeared in an instant. Before anyone could react, Yang Jian walked towards the grain storage area.
This action attracted a crowd to follow behind.
After Yang Jian went inside, he tilted the small square box in his hand towards the cloth bag.
An astonishing scene unfolded before everyone's eyes.
The small box seemed like a miniature world, from which a steady stream of grain poured out, filling a bag in an instant.
Huang Feihu was greatly shocked:
"What a treasure! This rice is still overflowing."
Now everyone breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Yang Jian with the eyes of a god.
Before long, Yang Jian had filled the granary at Qinglong Pass.
The white rice grains were much more refined than the coarse grains they used to eat.
At that time, apart from royalty and nobility, what household could possibly see polished rice?
Everyone was in high spirits and cheered.
Why do they fight? Simply so that they and their families can have enough to eat.
The common people's wish is simply to have enough to eat and wear.
Jiang Ziya bowed deeply towards the direction of Yuxu Palace:
"Thank you for your concern, Master."
Then he looked at Yang Jian, who, although the disciple of Yu Ding Zhenren, the least skilled member of the Chan Sect, was also Yang Jiao's younger brother.
If Yang Jiao is so formidable, Yang Jian seems to be no less so.
Jiang Ziya's admiring gaze never stopped for a moment, and he wished that such an outstanding child was his own!
Yang Jian recalled the scene he had witnessed from the city wall and frowned as he asked:
"Why did my uncle hang up a white flag and set up so many defenses? And how did Nezha become mentally impaired?"
After asking the question, all that could be heard was a chorus of sighs from those around him.
Jiang Ziya recounted the story in detail:
"There were four generals who guarded Jiameng Pass. They were all cultivators from Jiulong Island, each of them extremely powerful, and their magical treasures were even more formidable. They had trapped us in Qinglong Pass for five days and we were unable to get out."
Upon hearing this, Yang Jian felt a jolt in his heart.
I'm so glad I finally made it to Qinglong Pass.
As long as this crisis is resolved, the military merit will come.
He immediately requested permission to fight, saying:
"If you trust Yang Jian, then remove the truce sign. Yang Jian will go out of the city to meet the enemy now."
King Wu Cheng, Huang Feihu, reminded him:
“Those four generals of the Mo family are really powerful. Mo Liqing killed my son Tianhua in one move. By the way, my son Huang Tianhua is a third-generation disciple of the Chan Sect, just like you. Do you have anything to talk about in the future?”
As Yang Jian listened, his brows furrowed deeply.
Why does she sound so happy about losing her son?
Jiang Ziya continued:
"You've just arrived at Qinglong Pass and there's still much you don't know. Let's wait until Nezha is freed from the illusion before we fight together."
Jiang Ziya was worried that he would be tired from the journey and could not send him to the battlefield as soon as he arrived.
But Yang Jian couldn't wait even a moment longer.
His mother was still being held captive in Taoshan. How could he, as her son, not want to exchange military merit for her freedom?
not to mention……
Yang Jian's smile left everyone utterly bewildered:
"It has to be before Nezha wakes up."
Why did Jiang Ziya suddenly smell a strange competitive atmosphere?
Seeing Yang Jian's resolute attitude, he said no more.
He ordered the removal of the truce sign and prepared to open the city gates for a counterattack.
"You might as well give it a try. If you are no match for them, remember to protect yourself first."
Yang Jian nodded and left the city first.
He glanced around at the pagoda, then his eyes met those of Jinzha and Muzha below.
The two brothers didn't know who the newcomers were, but they recognized the attire of a disciple of the Chan Sect. Mu Zha immediately shouted:
"Fellow Daoist, from which famous mountain do you cultivate? Please come quickly to rescue my brother and me from this venomous area."
It was just a matter of course, and Yang Jian was about to go down and rescue the person when he heard Jinzha shout:
"We are Nezha's brothers, and our cultivation is not weak. After you rescue us, we will definitely be able to regroup and defeat the four demon generals, and play our greatest role!"
Yang Jian heard this.
I'm not going to save him.
Why was he willing to participate in the Shang-Zhou War? Wasn't it for military merit?
These two were clearly narrow-minded and cunning.
He lowered his eyes and smiled, thinking to himself:
"From this point on, Xiqi's military achievements have nothing to do with you."
They all belong to me, Yang Jian!
Nobody can take it from me!
He then flew over to Nezha's side and watched with great interest as Nezha's eyes lost their clarity, resembling spirals that circled around and around, which was quite comical.
Yang Jian took a closer look at Nezha and murmured:
"An illusion?"
"Such a delightful illusion..."
Then he heard Nezha say in a very excited tone:
"Come on, Yang Jiao, let's go play in the East China Sea."
In an instant.
That captivating face fell.
Yang Jian clenched his teeth, each word sounding as if he had been chewed up and spat out from his back teeth:
"You, just you wait."
He admitted that he was somewhat envious.
This illusion is really quite fun.
An urgent report came from Jiameng Pass, saying that another skilled vanguard officer had arrived at Qinglong Pass.
Wen Zhong's expression suddenly changed, and he was about to get up.
Deng Chanyu stepped forward and requested:
"Grand Tutor, let Chanyu go and meet those disciples of the Chan Sect."
Grand Tutor Wen remained unmoved, his stern gaze fixed on the messenger, and asked in a deep voice:
"Did that young soldier give his name?"
"Yes!" The messenger recalled for a moment and hurriedly said, "He is a disciple of the Jade Cauldron Immortal of the Golden Cloud Cave on Jade Spring Mountain."
Wen Zhong burst into laughter.
Inside the tent, the soldiers asked, puzzled:
"Why is the Grand Tutor so happy?"
Wen Zhong stroked his beard and said casually:
"As you all may not know, although the disciples of the Chan Sect are extremely powerful, there is one exception, namely the Jade Cauldron Immortal of Jade Spring Mountain. Although he is famous among the Twelve Golden Immortals, he is a person with no cultivation who cannot even climb a cloud. He is the number one joke of the Chan Sect."
"Moreover, as far as I know, Master Yuding has no disciples. This newly accepted disciple is probably no different from an ordinary person."
Inside the tent, a mixture of laughter and tears instantly filled the air.
A general stood up and mocked in a high-profile manner:
"Sister Chanyu, please don't make him cry."
"What kind of capable disciple can such an incompetent master produce?"
Deng Chanyu looked around at the group with some disgust, waiting only for Grand Tutor Wen's approval.
Wen Zhong raised his cup to toast the four generals of the Mo family, waving his hand dismissively, showing no regard for the newly arrived junior officer, and said:
"Go ahead, but come back quickly."
"Come, come, everyone, drink to your heart's content. Qinglong Pass is already out of rice. In three days at most, we can return to the capital in triumph without losing a single soldier."
Deng Chanyu accepted the order and immediately led her troops to Qinglong Pass.
Standing beneath the city gate was a young man in his early twenties, his robes fluttering in the breeze. He was tall and imposing, with strong features, a straight nose, and deep, mesmerizing eyes that, in the instant he looked up, surpassed even the brilliance of the vast stars.
Deng Chanyu was taken aback for a moment.
Clutching the five-colored stone, he pointed at the man who dared to stand alone at the front of the formation, his mind racing, and said:
"If you surrender, I can take you to Chaoge. If you stay by my side obediently, I guarantee you won't die."
Yang Jian remained silent.
Deng Chanyu continued:
"Otherwise, as they said, they'll beat you until you cry and send you back to your master."
Yang Jian showed no emotion, and let out a low snort:
"Enough with the nonsense."
Deng Chanyu was furious.
She had never been so dismissive of Nezha when they fought each other. If it weren't for his exceptionally handsome appearance, why would he have said so much? The five-colored stone in her hand instantly flew out and swiftly struck Yang Jian's face.
Yang Jian stood still, and the five-colored stone that had injured countless generals suddenly seemed to freeze as it was about to touch his face.
They stopped right in front of Yang Jian, unable to go any further.
Deng Chanyu was shocked and kept repeating, "Impossible, absolutely impossible."
The five-colored stone fell to the ground with a thud.
When it fell to the ground, the divine light faded, and it became indistinguishable from other stones on the ground.
Yang Jian tilted his head, his peach blossom eyes revealing a drunken, intoxicated look, and asked with slightly upturned corners:
"Just now, you said you would make me cry?"
The words were spoken.
His figure vanished from the spot in an instant.
In the brief moment of Deng Chanyu's astonishment and search, she felt herself being lifted into the air, then plummeting rapidly, with an inexplicable pressure on her body that prevented her from struggling.
The instant she hit the ground, another huge rock fell from the sky and struck her hard in the abdomen.
Due to inertia, Deng Chanyu was smashed into a U-shape.
When she looked again, Yang Jian was already standing in the same spot. A gentle breeze blew by, and strands of his hair clung to his face, making him appear even more ethereal and divine.
Yang Jiao arrived just in time to witness this scene.
Then he clicked his tongue in disapproval.
Yang Jian looked up instantly, his eyes and brows lighting up as if a divine light had enveloped him.
"Long time no see, brother."
Yang Jian took a few steps closer, looked up at Yang Jiao, and after a long while, finally uttered a longing sound:
"Long time no see, sister."
Yang Jiao clutched her chest, blaming her younger brother's appearance as truly unparalleled, the best in the three realms.
Her natural charm is evident in her eyebrows, and her captivating peach blossom eyes are so affectionate that she even looks at a dog with deep affection!
Mosquito Taoist stood with his hands on his hips, looking down at Yang Jian, his slender fingertips pointing and gesturing at him from a distance:
"Yang Jian, you've really gone too far, hitting a woman."
Yang Jian lowered his head and smiled, raising an eyebrow:
"As long as you don't swat mosquitoes, it's fine."
Mosquito Taoist cheered and nodded emphatically:
"Yang Jian, you're right!"
……
Jiameng Pass.
Wen Zhong and the four Mo family generals toasted each other, waiting for good news from Deng Chanyu.
The generals inside the tent pondered for a moment:
"It's been quite a while, that young general must have been beaten up by Sister Chanyu and went back to his master crying, hahaha."
"Come on, let's wish Chanyu a great victory."
The words hadn't even landed.
Suddenly, the messenger scrambled into the tent, knelt down heavily before Wen Zhong, and loudly reported:
"Reporting to the Grand Tutor!"
"Vanguard Officer Deng Chanyu was beaten and brought back crying!"