The Jiang family is located in Jiangcheng on the west side of Yongchang City, only a hundred miles apart.
Because the family was inherited too long and had too much influence, it gradually became known as "jiang".
After Zhou Tiezhu resigned from Tianzhu, he opened a restaurant and converted to business. Zhou Huaiwu's son inherited his father's business and was also a business owner.
No matter who is the emperor, it is the basic national policy to value agriculture and suppress commerce. According to the regulations of the court, business status is low and it is not allowed to wear brocade robes and gorgeous clothes or take high-end carriages. Zhou Huaiwu did not care about so many things, imitating the rich merchants in the world, doing his own things.
According to him, if you wear a coarse cloth gown, let alone aristocratic families, any scholar who has read books will not take you with a direct look when you go out.
After passing through the city gate, Jiangcheng is not as big as Yongchang City, but it is even more prosperous and has a lot of people.
The rich businessmen and powerful men were riding in a car and sitting in a sedan chair, and the servants were lined up with lanterns. The streets were surrounded by high-end and wealthy families, and the street doors were wide open, showing the luxury in the yard and fighting for each other.
Walking all the way to the depths of Jiangcheng, there is an ancient manor covering an area of 100 acres.
Hutubao ascended the throne and became the emperor. At that time, Mingzhu of the Jiang family became the queen. Apart from the Hutu royal family, there was no more prominent family than the Jiang family.
After letting the servants pass it, Zhang Wu and Zhou Huaiwu successfully entered the manor.
The living room was crowded with no seats, and everyone whispered to each other and whispered.
Anyone who can sit in the seventh rank or above is either an official from a famous family or a top-notch master in the world. He is so powerful that he comes to join as a disciple.
Behind these people's seats were martial arts masters, all of whom were burly, with deep auras and high temples.
Zhou Huaiwu had seen big scenes, but the Jiang family's atmosphere still made him secretly shocked.
Zhang Wu glanced at him and shook his head and said:
"I think your trip will not have any results."
Zhou Huaiwu smiled bitterly:
"Actually, I have heard of this situation for a long time. Ten thousand taels of silver and the courtesan were given away for nothing. I can only buy a ticket to enter the living room."
Jiang Huan, the nephew of the head of the Jiang family, whom he contacted, was actually not a big shot.
The big family has direct descendants and side branches, with a large population, a large number of uncles and uncles, and a lot of wine bags.
Only Jiang Bufeng and his sister are the ones who are in good shape and have twins.
Jiang Bumi, a top-notch master who practices the Immortal Golden Body, is just a side-class team, and it is not his turn to inherit the position of Chief of the Jiang family.
As for Jiang Huan, he was just a son of the Jiang family with a slightly outstanding ability and was friendly, so he helped the elders meet these strange guests who were visiting.
Those who are truly well-known and have a huge background will not let you wait here.
Soon, a tall young man walked in, and everyone in the living room stood up to greet him, with warm eyes.
Zhou Huaiwu hurried forward, which made several people look unhappy and secretly hated him, but he also successfully stood in front of everyone and took the lead.
But Jiang Huan just glanced at him indifferently and ignored him.
Then he habitually looked around and saw if there were any particularly important characters that needed to be received.
Until he saw Zhang Wu through everyone, he was stunned.
Not because he is outstanding.
But everyone surrounded him, and he was distracted and had a smile on his face to compliment him. Only Zhang Wu stood alone in the corner, looking at everyone quietly with his hands behind his back, which seemed very abrupt.
There are all kinds of weird people in the world, with a arrogant personality and a person who wants to ask others for help but cannot let go of others. There are many people who are there.
After glanced over, Jiang Huan withdrew his gaze, ignored Zhou Huaiwu in front of him, and said to a fifth-rank official with a gesture of invitation:
"Sir, please follow me."
The fifth-rank official smiled and held his head with his head held high for everyone, leaving a thigh with a slight head.
The rest of everyone returned to everyone, and Zhou Huaiwu returned to the corner in disappointment, sighing and feeling very disappointed.
Zhang Wu comforted:
"Don't be anxious, this is how you ask someone to do things. Be patient and it's always your turn."
Zhou Huaiwu shook his head and said:
"Uncle Ma'an, you don't know anything. Every time Jiang Huan meets a guest, it takes about an hour to arrange the guests. He has to arrange them carefully. He is afraid of being rude. He will meet up to five guests every day. You won't see them today, and tomorrow will be again.
If you have new powerful people visiting, you will never be your turn to rank seniority.”
“…”
Zhang Wu was silent.
It’s too difficult for a small family to make a comeback.
Climbing high branches requires you to be strong enough.
Zhou Huaiwu felt several cold gazes, all of whom were the powerful people who had just been squeezed into him, and whispered:
"Uncle, why don't we leave? Waiting for a while is a waste of time."
Zhang Wu replied:
"I'm afraid it's not easy to leave."
After the words came, at the warning of a powerful man, a martial arts master suddenly came over and asked politely:
"I don't know where the young master is?"
Zhou Huaiwu replied with a fist on his face:
"I'm not talented, I'll do some business in the capital."
"Beijing?"
The martial arts master was stunned and said:
"Come to visit the Jiang family not far from the capital?"
"Yes, I'm entrusted by the elders in my family."
It is difficult to compete with the big clan with personal strength. Having elders at home means having a backer.
But this martial arts master has been in the world for many years and is not Yi Yu, so he asked directly:
"I wonder if my brother's surname Gao?"
Zhou Huaiwu felt a sudden heart and answered honestly:
"I'm in the next surname Zhou."
There is no big family named Zhou in the world, and there is no particularly powerful boss in the court. This tiger skin cannot be pulled.
Besides, your real name has been registered when you entered the manor, and Jiang Huan also knows you, and you can't deceive anyone by lying.
The martial arts master stopped asking and went straight back to his employer, muttering for a while, and when he looked up, he swept over Zhou Huaiwu with malicious eyes and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
When you come out, you are very important. Urgent, offense, and not following rules are all the causes of trouble.
But this is the Jiang family, so it is not easy to cause trouble. After leaving the manor gate, there is a saying.
Zhou Huaiwu has a strong aura on his face, and he holds his head up straight, but when he looks at Zhang Wu, his eyes are full of "We are miserable."
He has practiced martial arts, and it is still the Indestructible Divine Arts. It is passed down from his father, and almost all the prison guards in the Tianzhuo were able to do it.
Unfortunately, when he was born, Zhou Tiezhu had a wealthy family, and the restaurant was very popular. His family was not short of money and had a good life. His children were spoiled and naturally he could not bear the hardship of practicing martial arts.
Zhou Huaiwu can barely be considered a third-rate player. He can deal with street gangsters, but he has no power to fight back against martial arts masters.
Knowing that he had caused trouble, Xiao Zhou asked anxiously:
"Uncle Ma, what should we do?"
“Cool.”
Zhang Wulong walked forward a few steps, and the Great Horse Golden Knife sat in the position of the fifth-rank official just now.
In an instant, the living room was silent.
After the fifth-rank official left, the first chief seat on the left side of the hall was empty, and no one dared to occupy it casually, so as not to suddenly come back and see the seat occupied, causing trouble.
Zhang Wu's behavior made Zhou Huaiwu feel terrified. He hurriedly stepped forward and touched him lightly and said:
"Uncle, we are not suitable to sit here."
"It's okay."
Zhang Wu did not explain, but just started to close his eyes and rest.
What is the purpose of practicing?
If there are strong enemies, we will be vulnerable, and if all the weak are weak, we will start to attack.
If someone else has a seat, I want to have a higher seat than someone else!
Others have great face, so I want all his ancestors to come and kowtow!
...
An hour later, after meeting with Jiang Huan, a fifth-rank official, sent the other party away. He was about to come to the living room to meet the others, but he saw his confidant coming hurriedly.
"Jiang Bufeng has come out of seclusion and is about to go to the ancestral temple to burn incense."
Jiang Huan was shocked and didn't care about seeing the guests. He turned around and ran to the ancestral temple a hundred feet away.
The patriarch was eighty years old and his health was getting worse. As the emperor's elder brother-in-law, Jiang Bufeng did not run away as the next patriarch.
But he himself did not intend to inherit the family career, but instead became obsessed with martial arts and did not care about family affairs.
So things became suspense.
The main reason is that Jiang Bufeng is too erratic and ungrateful. He is still very stinky at the age of 40. He often asks others whether I am handsome or not... Such a person is really not suitable to lead a thousand-year-old clan.
Jiang Huan ran all the way outside the ancestral hall, and did not dare to break in without permission. He did not meet him until Jiang Bufeng came, bowed and said:
"Brother Feng."
"Xiao Huan, you haven't been to see the guests today?"
Jiang Bufeng asked with a silver toothpick in his mouth.
Jiang Huan said:
"See, Brother Feng, aren't this? You've come out of seclusion? I'll take a look at you."
"I'm afraid you don't want to see me?"
“…”
Jiang Huan laughed dryly and rubbed his hands awkwardly.
Jiang Bufeng looked up, put away the toothpick and waved:
"Let's go, you must control your mouth after you come out."
Jiang Huan was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly.
Entering the solemn ancestral hall, raising incense and worshiping ancestors, the two of them followed each other to the corridor at the end of the ancestral hall.
The porch opened, and the sun shone into the dim long house, and dust flew.
At first glance, there was nothing in the shaped room in the corridor, it was very empty, only portraits were hung on the walls, with clear colors and lifelike.
The first portrait of the oil lamp on the wall was lit. The first portrait was the ancestor of the Jiang family. He had a firm face and bright eyes. Although he was old, he had a temperament of overcoming obstacles.
After that, they were still ancestors of the Jiang family. Only those who have outstanding achievements and can be called sages can be entitled to be hung on the wall.
Looking back all the way, Jiang Huan's eyes narrowed.
"Is this... Jiang Bumi?"
"good."
Jiang Bufeng said:
"The super first-class master has great force, and this force is military power. Only by grasping military power can we protect the power and wealth of our Jiang family."
Jiang Huan nodded in agreement, then looked back and saw a big bald head hanging on the wall. He couldn't help but look weird and asked:
"This person should be the Demon-Suppressing Heavenly King, why is he hanging in our ancestral hall?"
"I received a secret report two years ago. I have cultivated to become a master. Such people have the ability to fly to the sky and hide in the earth, and call the wind and rain. If they don't hang it on the wall as a sacrifice to the ancestors, what should I do if I destroy my Jiang family in the future?"
“…”
Jiang Huan's whole face was twitching.
What a thief who recognizes thieves as his ancestors!
In recent years, the Demon-Subduing Heavenly King robbed thousands of years of spiritual medicine everywhere and visited the Jiang family's warehouse many times. He did not hide it, but directly robbed it openly, and even called it "drug injection", which made the Jiang family dared to be angry but not speak out from top to bottom.
It would be fine if people bullied this way, but they even hung this dog thief on the wall and stood with their ancestors. Aren’t they afraid that the ancestors of all generations would send dreams and take away you snobs?
Jiang Huan sweated coldly on his forehead and cursed in his heart, but he could only fold his hands together and salute respectfully to the portrait of Shi Fumo.
Looking back, Jiang Huan sincerely bowed for a while this time.
It’s just because this portrait is about Taizu Hutubao.
Not to mention the extra thing, although Abao was born as a beggar and liked to hook up girls when he was young, he worked hard to govern the country after becoming emperor and loved the people as his son. He knew the hardships of the people at the bottom. He worked hard under his control. How could the people not love them? ?
Further down, there is another old bald man.
Jiang Huan was born in a great clan and knew a lot of secrets. He knew that this was the Shaolin ancestor. There was a 170-year-old living Buddha in the legend.
Further behind is the corner of the corridor. Jiang Huan thought it was the exit, but he was stunned when he walked to the corner.
"Why are there still portraits?"
This painting is very large, several times larger than the ancestor of the Jiang family, and almost occupy the entire wall.
But the picture is very abstract, like a five-year-old child who used paint to randomly graffiti, and then modified by adults. The two people in the painting are portrayed on the paper and are about to come out.
Jiang Huan held the oil lamp and looked closer, and was stunned.
One of them was wearing a dragon robe and knelt on the ground with only a side face, but he could clearly see his appearance - Taizu Hutubao!
The other man stood with his hands behind his back, with a majestic face, with a straight face, and a proud look on all living beings, looking at Abao quietly.
It would be fine if Taizu of the dynasty kneeled down to others. What's important is that he also drew a frame on his head, which read "Dad!" in it, indicating that he was calling him dad.
Such a funny scene made Jiang Huan stunned and his eyes almost popped out.
"This is this..."
“No need to be surprised.”
Jiang Bufeng's expression was as usual:
"This painting was painted by Hutubao himself. The person in the painting was his godfather. After being modified by the court painter, he perfectly drew the appearance of the two. I was asked to come here with shamelessness, so I had the opportunity to hang it here. .”
"…Your Majesty's godfather?"
Jiang Huan looked confused.
Jiang Bufeng said:
"Hutubao was able to create the Dagan Dynasty, and my Jiang family made great efforts, but it was not a decisive factor. First, he was backed by Shaolin and supported by a great master, and second, he had a close relationship with the people in the painting, a supreme destined to be destined by heaven. Grandmaster.”
"Supreme Master?"
Jiang Huan swallowed, and his temper was gone, leaving only respect.
Jiang Bufeng sighed and said:
"Hutubao is worthy of being the hero, more shameless than my Jiang family. The emperor is the supreme emperor and ruled the world. He can still put down his pride and make this painting, trampling his dignity under his feet, and deserve him to be the Taizu."
“…”
Jiang Huan felt that all three views were destroyed.
Whoever sits in the world and who becomes the emperor is the shameless one?
Jiang Bufeng's expression was also a bit complicated and said:
"According to Hutubao's words, with this painting and the people in the painting, his great dynasty will have a national life of at least several hundred years."
Jiang Huan couldn't speak, so he could only get closer, and looked up at the person in the painting carefully.
It would be fine if he didn't look at it, but the more he looked at it, the more he felt that this person looked familiar.
While he was confused, he asked:
"Brother Feng, what's the name of this senior?"
"His real name is Zhang Wu, and there are many pseudonyms, Ma Wu, Lao Jiu, Ma An..."
The two left the corridor room together and walked out of the ancestral hall.
"Ma An?"
Jiang Huan's eyes widened, and he looked at the registration list of visitors, and one of them was named Ma An!
"Boom--"
Suddenly, a loud noise came from afar, and the ground under your feet was shaking. The living room not far from the ancestral hall collapsed. While smoke and dust filled the sky, more than a dozen martial arts masters flew out like cannonballs.
Zhang Wu's cold voice spread all over the world:
"A bunch of flies, noisy!"
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