Fengshen Wendaoxing

At this time, Jiang Ziya, who came back to life, rested for a day and recovered a lot.

The next day he started to deal with Xiqi's military affairs.

At that time, under Ji Chang's command, he had a left arm and a right arm, the left arm was San Yisheng, and the right arm was Nangong Shi.

The status of these two people in Xiqi is as important as that of Huang Feihu and Wen Zhong in Dashang.

Although Nangong Shi was killed in battle now, San Yisheng was able to take on government affairs, only the military still needed him to solve it.

"Uncle Master, the spies are here to report that Lu Xiong's 100,000 troops from Chentang Pass have passed through five passes. They will spend the night at Jinji Ridge tonight, and they will arrive at the commercial camp tomorrow."

Yang Jian walked in and said, "At that time, the two armies will be in one place, and there will be 170,000 troops outside the city, and our situation in Xiqi will be very dangerous."

"Seventeen thousand..."

Jiang Ziya stopped and rubbed his eyebrows: "How many troops do we have now?"

Yang Jian said: "Including the 30,000 returned to Hong Jin, about 180,000, the remaining 150,000 were disarmed and returned to the fields to farm. Even so, our army's food and grass are still very short."

On that day three years ago, the Three Immortals of Jiejiao caused too much damage to Xiqi in all aspects.

Almost a third of the able-bodied man workforce was lost overnight.

In this way, the productivity of food was greatly reduced. As a last resort, Jiang Ziya liberated half of the army and returned to the fields.

This allowed Xiqi to breathe, relieved and improved.

Jiang Ziya lightly frowned and muttered: "It's almost summer harvest now, food and grass are the most important thing, those soldiers can't be recalled, and at this time, there will be a large number of soldiers coming..."

After a while, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes: "It seems that's the only way. Tonight, a hundred thousand troops will come and go, Yang Jian!"

"The disciple is here!"

Jiang Ziya said: "Before tonight, hurry up and build a dharma altar, three feet high, there must be no mistakes!"

Yang Jian said: "No!"

"In addition, distribute cotton clothes and other items to our soldiers." Jiang Ziya said.

"Cotton... cotton coat?"

Yang Jian was startled, and looked back at the blazing sun outside.

It is the unbearable midsummer.

"Uncle Master, is he going to..." Yang Jian's eyes flashed.

Jiang Ziya waved his hands and sighed: "Go for it!"

When he was about to turn around and go out, Jiang Ziya said again: "How is Nezha?"

Yang Jian shook his head: "I've thought about all kinds of methods, but I just can't untie that weird rope. I can't even burn out the real fire of Samadhi, and I can't cut it with my three-pointed knife. I'm going to find Uncle Fear Liu Sun to have a look."

Jiang Ziya nodded: "This is fine, but the altar is the most important thing, I need it urgently tonight."

"Disciple understands, I'll go and supervise it now." Yang Jian walked out of the hall.

In the afternoon, when the sun was setting and night fell, the altar was finally built.

Jiang Ziya came to the altar with his hair and sword in his hands.

Seeing this scene, Jin Zha said in a low voice, "Senior brother Yang, what method is this uncle going to do?"

Yang Jian said, "Look for yourself!"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Ziya bowed three times to the Kunlun Mountains in the east, and then added incense, stepped on the gangster, made formulas and chanted mantras, and burned the talisman...

Not long after the talisman burned and flew into the sky, the wind blew violently for three hours in a row.

The temperature plummeted, and in the end it turned the world into a winter-like one, with the biting cold wind, as if quickly entering a severe winter from a scorching summer.

Not long after, snowflakes fluttered in the night sky and fell to the world...

"Very big snow!"

Jin Zha rubbed his arms and looked at Jiang Ziya, and said in a low voice, "As expected of an uncle, I didn't expect to have such supernatural powers."

Yang Jian glanced at him, then raised his head to look at the snowy night sky, his eyes opened and closed, and the silver light flickered.

Of course, with Jiang Ziya's Taoism, it is impossible to turn summer into severe winter and heavy snowfall.

Then, with a flash of Yang Jian's eyes, he saw the shadows of two real dragons circling in the sky above the sky of snowflakes and dark clouds, one opened its mouth to blow the wind, and the other opened its mouth to spew out cold air and flying snow.

Beside the real dragon, there are several other gods with dim light.

"Ao Run, Ao Shun..." Yang Jian's eyes moved.

These two are the Dragon Kings of the West Sea and the North Sea.

The dragon kings of the four seas each have their own attributes and innate magical powers. For example, the dragon king of the West Sea, Ao Run, is good at wind attribute magical powers and is in charge of weather changes.

Ao Shun, the Dragon King of the North Sea, lives in the remote and cold North Sea, and is in charge of snow, hail, freezing, frost and so on.

To be precise, Jiang Ziya's spellcasting this time is called Qiuxue.

With Yuxu Zhengfa, the talisman was directly burned to the heavenly court, and the emperor issued a decree, and the gods came to execute it.

Although there is a vacancy in the heavenly court, the dragons from all over the world are under the control of the heavenly court.

Yang Jian's sky eyes closed.

This time it was true and Xi Qi was forced to the point of no choice, so Jiang Ziya made such a bad move to destroy the enemy with Taoism.

Lu Chuan's 70,000 troops have been stationed for several years and have winter clothes to keep out the cold, but how could the Yin Shang's 100,000 troops wear winter clothes when marching in summer?

Maybe this time there is really no return.

It snowed so heavily that it fluttered and fell all night.

The next day, within Xiqi, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow, turned into a world covered in silver.

There was a biting, biting cold wind blowing between the sky and the earth.

Jiang Ziya looked around, and saw that there was nearly two feet of snow on the flat ground.

Some places where the wind whirls are even as high as four or five feet.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Ziya went up to the high platform again, made formulas and chanted mantras, burned the talisman, and issued tokens.

Soon, the dark clouds cleared and the heavy snow stopped, and a round of scorching red sun was in the sky.

Jiang Ziya said: "Yang Jian, Jin Zha, you two should go to Jinji Ridge to have a look, what happened to the great merchant's 100,000 troops."

"The disciple takes orders!"

Yang Jian and Jin Zha flew into the sky in the Tudun, passed the business camp at the foot of Qishan Mountain, and came to Jinji Ridge.

Then I saw that the countless ice sculptures in the military camp on Jinji Ridge were shining in the sun, as if it was a world of ice sculptures, without a trace of life.

Inside the ice are big merchant soldiers.

Outside the tent of the Chinese army, they saw a veteran with a long sword on his waist, white beard and hair, and a mighty demeanor.

He looked anxious, raised his hand, and opened his mouth as if he was asking people to enter his tent. Surrounded by terrified soldiers, they wanted to go into his tent.

But at this moment, they all turned into ice sculptures.

"This is the general Lu Xiong who led the troops to conquer Xiqi this time. Why is he such an old fellow?"

Jin Zha took a look and said with a smile: "At this age, you still lead soldiers to fight. Now it's all right. I didn't even see Xiqi's shadow before I died. Throw this old bone here."

"Junior Brother Jinzha, don't talk like that."

Yang Jian was looking around to see if there were any living people. Hearing this, he said, "We are just our own masters. Besides, people are dead, so let's show some respect to the dead..."

Click!

There was an imperceptible sound.

Yang Jian's expression changed, and Jin Zha smiled and said, "Senior brother, what's the matter?"

Suddenly, Yang Jian rushed over quickly and shouted: "Junior brother, get out of the way."

Before the words were finished, the ice that sealed the mighty old man burst open, and the old man let out a snarl, and a palm with flames was domineering and fierce, and slashed towards Jin Zha's chest.

Jin Zha never thought that there were still living people here, and in order to see this ice sculpture, he was very close to it.

"puff!"

At this moment, the old man suddenly got into trouble, he couldn't dodge in time, he spurted blood after being hit by a palm, and retreated four or five steps quickly.

The old man wanted to chase again, but a cold silver light flashed, and a three-pointed two-edged knife stabbed at him, forcing him to draw his sword back to defend.

when!

The sword collided with the knife, sparks flew, and the ice layer on the ground broke open.

Yang Jian stood still, and the old man was shaken 'thump-thump' and stepped back hurriedly, the hand holding the sword trembled.

Looking at Yang Jian, his face was full of disbelief.

Yang Jian said: "With a martial arts cultivation in the innate realm, it's no wonder that he can survive in this ice and snow."

"puff!"

Jin Zha at the side knelt down on one knee, couldn't help but spurted blood again, looked at the old man, gritted his teeth and said, "Old man..."

The old man's palm almost cost him half his life.

If he hadn't taken the path of physical sanctification and practiced both physically and mentally, ordinary Qi practitioners in the same realm would be absolutely doomed under this palm.

"you shut up!"

The old man snorted, then stared at Yang Jian, gritted his teeth and said, "The wind and snow last night were caused by you?"