Crisis, crisis, crisis contains opportunities. The floating fleet is favored by the royal family, and with the secrets given by the royal family, it is equivalent to a sect in the court.
However, what is different from sects like the Iron Crown Sect is that with the endorsement of the imperial court, the strength of the floating fleet is much stronger than that of the Iron Crown Sect.
With Wang Xian's ability, he can step by step in the floating fleet and be promoted from the first level of the Huangya Fleet. This is much better than him joining the sect. It has to be said that it is an opportunity and good fortune.
"Brother Wang, I don't have anything to give you here. This flying sword at the level of a military commander is indestructible and extremely sharp. It can fight even if you encounter the Wuzong, and it can also enhance the power of your blood to a certain extent. Just treat it as a gift.
Farewell. In addition, I still have a few powerful pills left here, which can be of some help to you, so there is no need to refuse."
Yang Ji said as he drew out a flying sword at the sixth level of martial arts and several powerful pills.
The flying sword of the sixth level of martial arts can hurt Wuzong. Yang Ji used this kind of sword to threaten the evil prince and Yang Xuanlan, and cut wounds on their bodies.
Even the Iron Crown Sect didn't have many flying swords of this grade. Yang Ji passed the exam to be the leader of Wu Xiucai, so the Iron Crown Sect took one or two as a reward.
This means that Yang Ji obtained a large number of high-grade flying swords from the Demon Suppressing Formation. How could anyone else have obtained them? Even the Yellow Fang Fleet did not have many of them.
With this level of magic weapon, Wang Xian can immediately stand out from others, and it will be easier for him to make contributions in the battle, which is of great benefit to him.
"What a sword!"
Wang Xian's eyes lit up, and he knew Yang Ji's thoughts at a glance. He took Yang Ji's flying sword and flicked it with his fingers, "Ding!" The sound was clear and clear, like a leaping dragon and a tiger, and he couldn't put it down immediately:
"Hehe, you can give it away at will. You must have a lot of it with you. A copy of General Wang Tai's "Martial Strategy" can be exchanged for a general-level flying sword. It's really worth it. I'm not polite!"
After that, he took out the original sword and inserted it into the scabbard.
Yang Ji shook his head and laughed, then patted Wang Xian on the shoulder: "Let's go."
He visited his old place again, but it was much dilapidated. Many soldiers were repairing the broken city wall. Under the leadership of Wang Xian, Yang Ji saw many candidates taking part in the martial arts examination. He met them one by one and exchanged a few words.
, and then said goodbye one by one.
There has been no news about Lu Ling for a long time. Ever since Yang Ji and the others left, she has never come back. Wang Xian also asked someone to inquire, but he didn't know where she had gone. She was very secretive.
After hearing this, Yang Ji couldn't help but sigh. He suddenly remembered the scene when he met Lu Ling outside Jin'an City. Speaking of which, Lu Ling was the one who introduced him to martial arts.
When he first met her, she was actually able to freeze the furnace. With her amazing talent and strength, Yang Ji believed that she must have been much stronger before. Even if she surpassed him, it was not impossible.
After walking around Pingchuan City, Yang Ji finally met the person he missed most in Pingchuan City. This was also the reason why Yang Ji had to come.
"Master."
The old housekeeper stood at the door of Zhuyuan. When he saw Yang Ji for the first time, tears fell from his eyes. He quickly reached out to wipe the tears from his face.
Yang Ji couldn't help but shed tears. His nose was also sore. After two years of not seeing each other, the old housekeeper had aged much. There were a lot of gray hairs on his temples. But he was still in good spirits.
"Uncle Liang, I'm back. I'm back..."
Yang Ji hugged the old housekeeper tightly. Yang Ji could feel that the old housekeeper's body was as thin as firewood and seemed to fall over if the wind blew.
In this world, Uncle Liang is the person he cares about most.
"Brother Wang, help me find some Polygonum multiflorum and ginseng. The deeper the heat, the better. I won't treat you badly."
As he helped the old housekeeper in, Yang Ji turned back and whispered to Wang Xian behind him. He knew that Wang Xian had many connections in Pingchuan City, so it would be much better for him to handle this matter than for him.
"Haha, it's just a joke."
Wang Xian smiled. Although he came from a military family, he knew a lot of people in Pingchuan City. Not to mention anything else, just a kid from a wealthy businessman like Shen Tong could get goods anywhere.
"Actually, I think what Old Man Liang needs most right now is not Polygonum multiflorum and ginseng, but proper recuperation of the body. In fact, this does not require too precious medicinal materials. Serious injuries are common in the military. We do have such people in our house. Brother Yang If necessary, I will send them over when the time comes."
Taking a few steps closer, Wang Xian whispered:
"You don't need to tell us about those things. We will all send them over. We are all brothers, and your relatives are naturally our relatives. However, Uncle Liang only recognizes you and is not very familiar with us. He also sends back all the things he sent over. You said that you are used to living a hard life by yourself, so simple is enough, and you don’t need to be that good. In this aspect, you still need to convince yourself."
"Thank you."
Yang Ji was moved and said. He knew clearly in his heart that Uncle Liang was actually afraid of owing others favors and causing more trouble for him.
He followed Uncle Liang into the mansion and summoned the servants from Wang Xian's family, who were served by Yang Ji personally. After staying for three full days, Yang Jicai left Pingchuan City after everything was settled.
Starting from Pingchuan City, we went all the way north. There were almost no people along the way. All the people in the scattered villages were either dead or had been evacuated to the city.
The imperial court's encirclement and suppression campaign was very successful. There were corpses of underworld creatures everywhere. However, after all, the mountains and rivers were too large and there were dense forests everywhere. Even the imperial army's army could not encircle and suppress them.
Yang Jing went all the way north and killed two or three evil spirits and yakshas here and there.
"I'm afraid it will take some time for the imperial court to completely eliminate the impact of this disaster."
Yang Ji thought to himself.
The main force of creatures rushing out of the underworld this time has been determined, but the aftermath and impact may last for a long time. Yang Ji speculated that it would take at least one to three months.
Although one or two evil ghosts from the underworld seem to be no threat if they slip through the net, once they break into the civilian population, they will immediately become a massacre. No one can stop them.
Wow!
While he was meditating, a sound broke through the air suddenly. Yang Ji raised his head, and through the dense forest, he saw a sharp-eyed and well-trained falcon flying down from above.
"coming."
Yang Ji smiled slightly, stretched out his arm, and let the falcon land on his arm. He took off the letter from the falcon's iron hook-like claws. Yang Ji took a look, immediately smiled, and headed northeast.
After walking through undulating dense forests for seventy or eighty miles, Yang Ji finally saw a group of familiar figures. Dozens of simple wooden houses were built against the mountains, surrounded by densely packed figures. All of them were wearing iron attire that was familiar to Yang Ji. Crown Taoist robe.
"Yang Ji!"
On the outskirts of the bamboo forest, Lin Qingyan brushed her black hair on her temples with one hand. When she turned around, she was pleasantly surprised when she saw Yang Ji flying past.
This breath immediately attracted a lot of attention. Almost at the same time, figures leaped over from various places around the wooden house group.
"Hahaha, I'm really worried about us."
"Yang Ji, it'll be good if you come back. It'll be good if you come back!"
"It's a waste of time for us to worry about it, but why are you from the south?"
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Zhao Hua, Pan Chen, Lu Wu, Tian Junwen... A large group of Yang Ji's close friends in the sect heard Lin Qingyan's screams and gathered from all directions. They were all beaming with joy.
Yang Ji glanced at them and found that all of them were injured, some even showing deep bones, as if they had gone through repeated hard battles.
"It's been all this time?"
Yang Ji glanced at everyone and said, his eyes passing over the wounds.
"Hey, little junior brother, there are so many underworld creatures coming here. How can we rest at ease? These things can smell the smell of blood and popularity. It's useless for you to hide anywhere. After returning from Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge in the northwest, we basically didn't get much rest.
"
Zhao Hua smiled bitterly and said:
"There are so many fellow disciples. Tieguan Mountain is no longer safe. We have to relocate them here. In addition, some things on the mountain have to be moved."
As he said that, he turned to the direction behind him. Yang Ji looked over and saw a section sticking out from the top of a simple wooden roof, reflecting colorful light.
"The Patriarch's Statue?"
Yang Ji was surprised. When the underworld disaster broke out and it was so dangerous, they actually thought of moving out the statue of the Patriarch.
"The statue of the ancestor is the foundation of the sect. You don't have to have the palaces on the mountains. As long as you have money, you can still build it. But you can't live without the statue of the ancestor."
Pan Chen smiled bitterly and added: "With this thing, even if the mountain gate is destroyed, as long as this thing is here, we can still go back. Or, we can ask the court to replace the mountain gate."
"Yang Ji, the elder has invited you. Come with me quickly."
Among the crowd, a disciple of the Iron Crown Sect whom Yang Jiyin had met several times walked out expressionlessly. He stretched out a hand: "Please."
Zhao Hua, Lin Qingyan and others were startled. They immediately got out of the way. In the Battle of Wanfenling, Yang Ji and the elders were the last ones to cut off the rear. Naturally, they came to him at this time to discuss important matters.
Yang Ji, Zhao Hua, Lin Qingyan and others looked at each other, then walked over with their sleeves fluttered.
"Yang Ji, it's great to be back!"
In a natural stone cave on the back of the mountain, Elder Xing was overjoyed when he saw Yang Ji. He hugged him fiercely.
"At that time we all thought you were dead."
"Yes. After we came back, we have been looking for you. We sent cranes and falcons, but there was no news about you. But now that I see you coming back, I feel relieved."
Elder Zhang also smiled and said. After returning from Wanfenling, his heart that had been hanging around was finally relieved. Yang Ji is the leader of the martial arts scholars in Langya County. This is a rare occurrence in the Iron Crown Sect in a hundred years.
Now that I think about it, I actually feel a little regretful. Although I have confidence in Yang Ji's ability and dexterity, he is the Skeleton Ghost King after all, and the ground is full of smelly, poisonous, and deadly yellow spring water.
He held Yang Ji in high regard.
Yang Ji disappeared into the Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge without any news. He has always regretted it. He should have persuaded him at that time. Fortunately, Yang Ji came back!
"By the way, how did you escape in the first place? And how did you end up in Pingchuan City, which is so far away?"
Elder Zhang said curiously. His words immediately attracted the attention of several other people.
They had been searching for traces of Yang Ji in the north, but they didn't expect Yang Ji to appear from the south. It was really unexpected.