"Brother, there is news about the Songjiazhuang you asked me to monitor. This afternoon, a ray of light fell into the Songjiazhuang, and an old man who called himself Jiang Ziya came."
In the Chaoge, Wang Xu was watching the Beihai newspaper when he heard Li Huanzhang, the third among the Six Sages of Meishan, coming to report.
Hearing such news, Wang Xu looked happy and thought to himself: "Have we finally come down from the mountain?"
After Jiang Ziya came down from the mountain, he lived in Chaoge for half a year. He found that King Zhou was fatuous and was not a wise ruler, so he defected to Xiqi, and this was the beginning of King Wu's campaign to conquer Zhou.
Now that Jiang Ziya is here, do you want to meet him?
After seeing it better, Jiang Ziya is so poor now that he doesn't even know what a heavy responsibility he is carrying. Going now is considered an early investment.
However, this matter is not urgent for the time being, and we have to find a reason to start again, so as not to appear too enthusiastic and let Jiang Ziya notice something.
Thinking of this, Wang Xu picked up the Beihai Navy News again.
The seventy-two princes in Beihai rebelled, and Taishi Wen Zhong led the troops to suppress it. It took more than a year to count.
At this time, the military newspaper showed that Wen Zhong had won a series of battles, and most of the seventy-two princes had been pacified. It took as long as one year and as little as half a year. Wen Zhong could lead his army back.
"Wen Zhong?"
Wang Xu read the name. During the Conferred God Period, the most respected person was not Ji Chang, but the Grand Master Wen Zhong.
Taishi Wen Zhong clearly knew that Shang Zhou was about to overthrow, but he still tried his best to rebuild the country. No matter in terms of ability or military strategy, he must be superior to Jiang Ziya.
Jiang Ziya's victory and Wen Zhong's defeat were not due to war, but because Shang Zhou was corrupt and Zhou's army was at its peak.
In addition, the Chanjiao side represented by Jiang Ziya was a group of people when they came out, and they killed each other when they met. They completely ignored the friendship between the three religions, which really made Jiejiao suffer a big loss.
You know, even in the later stage of Conferred God, Sanxiao ended up never killing anyone in the Chan Sect.
Otherwise, under the golden dragon's shear, in the nine-bend formation of the Yellow River, the twelve golden immortals would be killed or injured who knows how many times.
Unfortunately, Sanxiao's mercy did not earn Saint Yuqing's forgiveness, but instead resulted in bloody suppression.
At the end of the quarrel, Yunxiao was wrapped up by Laozi with the Qiankun Diagram and suppressed under the Qilin Cliff.
Qiongxiao was killed by Yuanshi Tianzun when he hit the heavenly spirit with three precious jade, while Bixiao was put into a jade box by Yuanshi Tianzun and turned into blood and died. Both ended up miserable.
Songjiazhuang...
After the banquet, Jiang Ziya stayed at Songjiazhuang and slept until noon.
After he got up, he went to look for Song Yiren in the house and found that Song Yiren had gone out early in the morning.
When I asked the doorman, he couldn't give me an answer. He only knew that his father had gone to Majiazhuang before dawn with gifts, and he didn't know what he was going to do.
Jiang Ziya waited for Song Yiren and he didn't come back, and he waited for Song Yiren and he didn't come back either. He secretly thought that nothing would happen.
I waited until night, when the moon was above the branches, to hear movement outside the door.
Jiang Ziya didn't bother to put on shoes and ran out barefoot.
When he went outside, he saw that Song Yiren was getting out of the carriage drunkenly. When he saw Jiang Ziya coming to pick him up, he smiled and said, "Brother, great things have happened!"
It turns out that seventy miles away from Songjiazhuang, there is Majiazhuang.
There was a wealthy man named Ma Hong in the village. He had a daughter who had been married twenty-seven times, and each time her husband died before they got married.
As time goes by, Ma is now sixty-eight years old, and she is still a young girl, which makes Ma Hong worried and frowning all day long.
Today, Song Yiren came to ask for his hand in marriage. Ma Hong was so happy that he wanted to kneel down to Song Yiren.
As a result, when I asked my husband's family whether he was noble or not, the Song Yiren replied that there were two out of seventy.
Ma Hong immediately turned from joy to sorrow. This man was already seventy-two years old, and he still had a few more days left to live. Otherwise, if his daughter got married, he would become a widow.
When Song Yiren saw it, he quickly took out the betrothal gift.
Ma Hong opened the box and saw that there were four ingots of gold and four ingots of silver inside, a total of eight ingots of gold ingots, so he reluctantly agreed.
After a busy day out and a drink with Ma Hong, Song Yi just came back drunk.
"Brother, what big thing has happened?"
Jiang Ziya was still confused and had no idea what Song Yiren was talking about.
Song Yiren pulled him over and said with joy: "This morning, I went to Majiazhuang to find a marriage for you. The daughter of Ma Yuanwai is dignified, virtuous, and the best at being a good person. I have asked Ma Yuanwai to speak up and marry the Ma family.
Jane is betrothed to you."
After saying this, Song Yiren looked up and found that Jiang Ziya's face was not happy, and couldn't help but ask: "Xiandi, are you not satisfied?"
"Sister-in-law, things between men and women delay the most rest. I am devoted to the Tao. This..." Jiang Ziya looked troubled, but he still couldn't forget about attaining the Tao.
After listening to this, Song Yiren reprimanded: "My dear brother, you are so confused. If you can become a great person, why would the Heavenly Lord ask you to come down the mountain to do something? Since you are not destined to become an immortal, don't think about those things. It's better to live a good life and leave incense.
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When Jiang Ziya heard this, he agreed again and again without refusing.
Song Yiren was so drunk that Jiang Ziya went back to his room to sleep.
Jiang Ziya also went to the guest room, lying on the bed tossing and turning over and over again. Song Yiren spoke so well of Ma, and Jiang Ziya was also a little anxious, fearing that he would delay others.
After all, he is already seventy or eighty years old, and I don’t know how old Ma is.
Come to think of it, Mrs. Ma is still a young girl. She should not be too old. I wonder if she is in her twenties or thirties. She won't dislike herself, right?
Unexpectedly, Ma is neither in her twenties nor in her thirties. Twenty plus thirty is still a bit rich, and she is already sixty-eight this year.
The sixty-eight-year-old yellow flower girl is so terrifying!!
Jiang Zi didn't have a room or a ridge of land, and he didn't want to use magic to make money. He lived and ate at Song Yiren's house all day long, and Song Yiren arranged his marriage.
Song Yiren saw that Jiang Ziya was getting older, so he decided to do this sooner rather than later, so he decided to set a date for the wedding in three days, on February 16th.
When the day came, Song Yiren Zhang Robin invited his neighbors in Songjiazhuang and Majiazhuang, and thousands of people came to the banquet.
He personally accompanied Jiang Ziya, rode a tall horse to pick up the bride, and carried Ma's sedan chair back.
The whole day of getting married and visiting the church was very lively, and the guests didn't disperse until very late.
Jiang Ziya was very drunk and entered the bridal chamber to remove his hijab. The moment the hijab was lifted open by the bamboo pole, he exclaimed in shock: "Oh my God!"
When you first look, the person sitting on the bed is clearly a pig spirit.
If it weren't for pig sperm, how could he be so fat that he weighed over three hundred pounds and sat down on the bed, making the wedding bed creak.
Jiang Ziya was inexplicably horrified, lowered his head and was about to walk out the door.
After taking two steps, his hand was grabbed by Ma, who asked in a low voice: "Where are you going, husband?"
"You have three urgent needs, let me go quickly." Jiang Ziya said vaguely.
When Ma heard this, he abandoned Jiang Ziya, sat on the bed and cried loudly, crying: "You are so anxious, you clearly dislike me. I am your wife, and I don't dislike you for being old, old and...
You are poor, but you despise me for coming."
When Jiang Ziya heard this, he was seventy-two years old, alone and had nothing else, so how could he have the right to dislike Ma?
To say he was disgusted, it was also because Ma's weight was a little different from what he thought.
Looking at himself who was as thin as a stick, and then at the fat and generous Ma family, Jiang Ziya blew out the lights with tears in his eyes and sighed: "Madam, let's take a rest...ah!"
As soon as the lights went out, Ma Shi grabbed Jiang Ziya and put him on the bed like a rag doll.
Ma is so anxious, she has been married to a man her whole life, and at the age of sixty-eight she is still a young lady, and she has long wanted to indulge in sexual intercourse.
Jiang Ziya has a lot of good fortune and has not been killed by her. If he doesn't take the initiative now, why wait?
There is poetry...
After leaving Kunlun and going to the imperial state, Ziya will marry his wife tonight.
The sixty-eight-year-old yellow flower girl is a rare bridegroom.