The eight generals represented almost half of the military power that the Jin Dynasty could control. Each of them commanded an army of one million tigers and wolves and guarded some important frontier cities.
However, Yang Qian knew that the name of the "Eight Generals" was not concerned with the affairs of the secular world of the Jin Dynasty.
But it is said that among the eight generals, except for two or three of them who are close confidants of the royal family, the rest have some relationship with several major forces in the world of immortality, and some of them are even supported by these forces themselves.
Even the royal family of the Jin Dynasty could not easily touch them, and since General Zhunan was not from the royal family, he must be related to a certain force.
I just don't know if this person knows the mysterious elder of the Ye family of the Jin royal family. After all, judging from the information he received, the name of the elder Ye family's guest minister is actually very familiar, which makes him very shocked.
However, at least for a short period of time, there is no need to worry about the other party's safety.
Yang Qian thought silently in his heart.
"I heard from Meng Rong that your husband is also a cultivator of immortality, and his cultivation level is not low. How can a mortal dare to show off in front of your husband?" The middle-aged man laughed, and after bowing his hand to Yang Qian, he said quite humbly. said.
Hearing what the other party said, Yang Qian smiled slightly and did not explain too much.
As the opponent's general, it may not be possible to get too much contact with Yuanying level monks, but it is not difficult to recruit monks at the Dan Formation stage.
But facing himself, he can still be neither arrogant nor humble. This person does have some courage and courage, and he is worthy of being a general commanding millions of tigers and wolves.
However, this person led a team to Beijing, why was there no high-level monk accompanying him? This courage is really not small.
Yang Qian thought so in his heart, but responded humbly:
"General Wang, you're too polite. Even monks like us have heard of the general's reputation for a long time."
For such soldiers stationed on the border, even if they were mortals who could not cultivate immortality, Yang Qian would show some respect.
"Don't you dare! Mr. Yang is overly praised! You are a senior master with great magic power. I, Wang, am just a mortal. How dare I stand up in front of you? However, I always like to make friends with immortal masters. I think Mr. Yang will also go there. Capital City, I wonder if I can come with you?" the middle-aged man surnamed Wang invited very calmly.
"Let's go on the road together? Okay, I'll excuse you Yang." Yang Qian pondered for a moment and then agreed happily.
He was looking for someone who was familiar with Jinjing to have a good understanding of Jinjing's general situation.
With the prominent status of the person in front of me, even if he is not an immortal cultivator, he should know a lot of details.
So next, Yang Qian had a brief chat with the two women, and learned that Cao Mengrong's father had been successful in his official career in recent years. He had been transferred from a mere county lieutenant to the capital to serve as a military attache.
Although the grade has not really been adjusted much, being transferred from the local area to Jinjing is naturally a lot higher.
When Cao Mengrong's father came to the capital, Cao Mengrong did not go to the capital with his father until the critical moment of his retreat.
This time, Senior Sister Wang and her father passed by her residence. Cao Mengrong happened to come out of seclusion, so naturally he went to Beijing with his Senior Sister.
Yang Qian only talked about his experiences in the past few years and only said that he was recuperating in seclusion somewhere and had just left the mountain recently.
There is certainly nothing to elaborate on.
Cao Mengrong and the two daughters did not ask any more questions. After all, the situation when Yang Qian came out of the giant golden cocoon was extraordinary. Cao Mengrong had already informed the woman named Wang, so they had no reason to ask any more questions.
At this time, the waiter in the tea shop below brought a pot of good tea. Yang Qian and the two women chatted for a while and then tasted it leisurely.
After sipping tea, the middle-aged man named Wang finally spoke, and actually chatted with Yang Gan about some fragments of ancient books collected in the mansion. It was completely impossible to tell that this man's true identity was an iron-blooded warrior, and he was regarded as a poor scholar. , quite possible.
However, this General Zhunan always spoke in a gentle and gentle manner, with a smile on his face, and his demeanor was truly extraordinary.
Yang Qian couldn't help but have a good impression of him, and developed some favorable impressions out of thin air.
After all, General Zhunan does not look rough, and there is nothing wrong with his speech and behavior.
Yang Qian also had a good impression of him, and the two chatted as if they had been close friends for many years.
Although Yang Qian is not keen on poetry and books, he has read countless ancient books in the spiritual world and knows a lot of secrets. General Zhu Nan was greatly surprised by the few past events he casually mentioned, and he couldn't help but ask endless questions.
As a result, after just a few words, Yang Qian and the middle-aged man started talking happily, but instead left the two women aside in the cold.
Seeing this, Miss Wang turned to Cao Mengrong and smiled bitterly, feeling a little depressed secretly.
Her father is good at everything, but he usually likes to collect ancient books and antiques, and is particularly interested in various rumors and secrets that happened in the wild ancient times.
Now this "Senior Yang" seems to know a lot about this, and when talking about such things, he actually feels like a confidant.
Cao Mengrong didn't have much opinion. He just sat quietly and listened to the conversation between the two of them. His eyes occasionally glanced at Yang Gan's face and then quickly looked away, as if he was dodging.
As Miss Wang's eyes wandered, she couldn't help but sigh silently when she saw this scene.
Through the heart-to-heart conversations with Junior Sister Cao along the way, she vaguely knew that a ray of emotion in this Junior Sister's heart seemed to be entangled with the person in front of her. Usually when he talked about this person with her, he also had a look on his face. Blushing and thinking about it.
Seeing this, Miss Wang, who was originally excited to see the senior master, calmed down a little, and the sympathy on her face flashed across her face. You must know that the gap in cultivation between Cao Mengrong and the senior Yang in front of her is too huge, even if Even the two alchemy-formation priests in the palace cannot compare with Senior Yang. Such a gap in cultivation level means that the length of life span is also very different.
It’s really not a good match for my junior sister!
"So it turns out that the great changes in the world that year were caused by the instability of space cracks, which allowed monsters from other worlds to invade the human world. This was the first time that Wang heard this statement. The two alchemy masters in the lower house both I have never mentioned this to Wang, but Brother Yang really knows everything!
However, there is still something I don't understand and I would like to ask someone for advice. In ancient legends, there is a fairy mountain called 'Kunwu', which is said to be the place where the true immortals live in the sky. Back then..." General Zhunan seemed to have not finished talking. After asking about one thing clearly, when he asked what else, he suddenly Suddenly, he noticed that Yang Gan's expression suddenly changed, and the faint smile that originally hung on his face disappeared instantly. The other person's body flashed with purple light and he suddenly disappeared from the chair
The two women were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they hurriedly looked around, only to find that Yang Qian had appeared strangely outside the tea shed.
He stood at the entrance, looking up to the sky, with a hint of indifference on his face.
At the same time, the aura exuding from Yang Gan also leaked slightly, making it suffocating.
"Senior Yang Yang!" Cao Mengrong, Miss Wang and the middle-aged man surnamed Wang were just oppressed by Yang Qian's leaked breath and could hardly breathe.
Although the middle-aged man surnamed Wang is a general and has accumulated a lot of evil energy in his body, even if he faces the spiritual pressure of the monks in the Danjie stage without changing his expression, he has to admit at this moment that the strength of the senior in front of him is really profound. Judging from this, it is completely different from the monks in the pill-forming stage.
The two women were even more pale, and their hearts were full of fear.
Yang Gan seemed to realize his gaffe, and his expression quickly returned to calm.
He turned around, hugged the middle-aged man and the two women, and said apologetically:
"Yang lost his composure. He just sensed an old friend flying through the air. Unfortunately, he was too fast to catch up. This made General Wang and the two fellow Taoists laugh. But in this way, I'm afraid I won't be able to communicate with you. The rest of us are on the road together. I have something urgent to do, so I’ll go ahead.”
Then, without waiting for anyone else to react, Yang Gan stamped his foot, turning into a purple rainbow that was about ten feet long, piercing the sky and disappearing before everyone's eyes.
This scene happened to be seen by several nearby vendors who had just come out of another tea shop. They were panicked and immediately fell to their knees, kowtowed repeatedly and shouted:
"Immortal Master, it's an Immortal Master who just flew into the sky!" "Flyed away from that place!"
The surrounding tea shops suddenly became commotion, and people rushed out to witness this rare scene.
After a meal, Yang Gan's figure appeared on a low mountain.
He looked from a distance and saw the huge city gate looming, and there was an endless stream of carriages and pedestrians in front of the city gate. His face was as gloomy as water.
"It's really an ancient demon, and the aura on its body gives me an inexplicable sense of familiarity."
Yang Qian muttered a few words in a low voice and frowned. The situation was not very clear yet, so he had to be more cautious. He would make further inquiries after entering the city.
He straightened out his clothes and walked down the hill calmly, heading straight for the huge city gate in the distance.
Although the Jinjing City was boasted to be majestic and majestic in the eyes of mortals and some low-level immortal cultivators, in Yang Qian's view, this city was still inferior compared to the Tianxing City in the Chaos Star Sea.
Not to mention Tianyuan Holy City and Xuanwu Hegemony City in the spiritual world, which are truly giant cities. The prosperity of one city can be comparable to that of several countries in the human world.
But Jinjing also has its own uniqueness. If nothing else, just the layers of city walls are enough to make people marvel.
From the outside to the inside, another six layers of huge walls were built every other mile, each one five or six feet higher than the previous one. The last layer of the tallest stone wall was even more than forty feet high. It was built with just the strength of mortals. It is indeed an incredible miracle.
However, in addition to the many city walls, Jinjing is also divided into thirteen major districts.
The northernmost imperial city covers an area of dozens of miles and is majestic, while the other districts are not to be outdone and are equally vast.
The streets and houses are so densely packed that they look like stars, making it dizzying to see.
For an ordinary low-level monk, it would probably take most of a day to walk through two areas from the city gate to somewhere inside the city.
At this moment, Yang Gan stood in front of a two-story restaurant, glanced at the plaque, and walked in calmly, his hands behind his back.
Business in the restaurant is booming, and most of the tables are filled with guests.
Yang Gan glanced at him casually and walked straight to the counter.
A thin middle-aged man who looked like a shopkeeper was standing there with his head down and busy, the abacus in his hand clicking.
Yang Qian walked up to him without any unnecessary nonsense. He swayed slightly and skillfully blocked the eyes of the people around him.
The sleeves of his robe flicked, and a jade pendant appeared silently on the counter.
On this jade pendant, facing up, the words "Zhu Bei" are engraved on it.
When the shopkeeper saw the jade pendant, his face changed slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. He immediately raised his eyelids and looked at Yang Qian, then picked up the jade pendant with force and calmness, and looked at it carefully for a while, as if he was confirming something.
After a while, the man suddenly put away the jade pendant and said in a low voice:
"Follow me!"
The shopkeeper turned around and walked away while the other guests were not paying attention, entering a side door deep in the first floor of the restaurant.
Yang Gan also followed through the door with an expressionless face.
"It turns out that the captain is here, little Cheng Yuan, please see the captain!" As soon as the shopkeeper led Yang Qianfang into a secluded room, he immediately handed the jade pendant back to Yang Qian with an extremely humble attitude.
Naturally, he regarded Yang Qian as a lieutenant under General Zhubei.
"Find me a place where no one will disturb me. It can't be in a restaurant, and no other people are allowed to be around. Only you know about my arrival here, don't let the second person in the restaurant know." Yang Qian didn't say much. Yan, commanded coldly.
"Yes, I will arrange a place for you to live here! Sir, please rest here for a while. It only takes half a day." Shopkeeper Cheng said without hesitation, seeming to be quite capable.
"Okay, go and come back quickly." Yang Qian nodded and ordered with satisfaction.
Then, shopkeeper Cheng responded, then quietly exited the room, carefully closed the door, and then hurriedly left.
Yang Gan glanced at Shopkeeper Cheng's leaving figure, with a hint of sarcasm on his face. Then he casually pulled up a chair and sat down, closed his eyes, and began to rest.
After an unknown amount of time, Yang Qian suddenly opened his eyes without warning, and the next moment, footsteps sounded outside the door again.
Not long after, shopkeeper Cheng walked in with a cheerful face, his steps were brisk, and he seemed to be carrying some good news.
"Sir, we have found a suitable place." Shopkeeper Cheng said excitedly, "The owner of that house is an old acquaintance of mine. Their family moved out of town, so the house has been empty. Moreover, they have been there in the past year or two. Won’t come back. I’ve had it rearranged a bit and adults can move in at any time.”
"Well! You did a good job, lead the way." Yang Gan praised.
"Thank you, Captain, for your praise. Please come with me." Shopkeeper Cheng took a few steps ahead, and Yang Qian followed him out of the house.
They walked out of the back door of the restaurant, and a used two-wheeled carriage was waiting quietly at the door.
An old man with a slight stoop sat in the driver's seat. He looked a little old, but his eyes were bright.
"You are considerate. You have even prepared the vehicle. But didn't I tell you not to talk about my coming to other people in the restaurant? What's going on with this person?" Yang Gan looked at the carriage and looked carefully. He glanced at the old coachman with a white beard and narrowed his eyes.
"Sir, Mr. Liu is an old coachman with sharp ears and eyes. He can't hear any words, so he will never talk nonsense. And that house is a bit far away from our place. I think it will be more convenient to take a carriage. ." Shopkeeper Cheng immediately explained respectfully.
"That's it, okay." Yang Qian raised his lips slightly, nodded with a half-smile, and boarded the carriage without hesitation.
Shopkeeper Cheng kept his head down and didn't see Yang Qian's expression. He followed closely and got into the car.
Suddenly, the old coachman shook the reins without waiting for instructions from the two of them, and the carriage slowly started and drove forward.
Yang Qian sat cross-legged in the car, his face calm, and he closed his eyes again.
Shopkeeper Cheng huddled silently in a corner of the carriage, his head lowered and silent.
For a moment, the entire carriage became quiet.
The carriage did not travel very fast. It shuttled through the streets, just like a fish swimming in a busy market.
After crossing more than a dozen streets, the direction of the carriage suddenly changed and headed towards another area. (End of chapter)