Chapter 306: Clothes on the Statue (Additional update for leader Zhijiu!)
“Popularity” is a word that sounds familiar at first glance, but is difficult to put into practice, so it is somewhat frivolous.
But it does exist.
When Emperor Qi asked the people, Jiang Wuxie said: "If there is insufficient popularity, there will be insufficient vitality. With the country's system, popularity is the source of official power. The fight between these countries is the root of the population."
The former sentence talks about the influence of popularity as the energy of living beings on the vitality of heaven and earth. The latter sentence talks about the connection between popularity and the national system.
Jiu Huihou's ancestral hall is a place with little popularity.
Although it is enshrined in the Protector Hall and people often come to clean it, it still seems very deserted.
Jiang Wang walked into the temple.
It is still morning.
Most places in Linzi City are already noisy.
Only here, it is solemn and peaceful.
The cold morning light fell from nowhere.
There was a figure with his back to Jiang Wang, bathing in the morning light.
This is a familiar person.
Perhaps he heard the sound of footsteps. He slowly turned back and looked at Jiang Wang.
He didn't seem surprised to see Jiang Wang. He just turned around and put the Tianyi Incense in his hand into the incense burner. Then he turned around completely and faced Jiang Wang face to face.
“Long time no see, Jiang Qingyang,” he said.
The incense of Heaven’s will is blue, like a curtain wrapped around the blue sky.
Smoke that was almost invisible but still existed was rising faintly behind him.
The smoke jumped over him and curled up in front of the tall statue of the first Jiuhui Hou
This is a life-size statue, about eight feet tall, not particularly strong. The statue has its upper body covered with numerous scars. It is said to be ** because it is also covered with half a purple robe.
At that time, the Nine Return Marquises fought nine battles and died of exhaustion. Emperor Wu took off his robe and draped it over his body.
The statue was enshrined in this way, probably to commemorate this event.
Of course, the only person who could reach the Imperial Ancestral Temple's Protecting the Nation Hall without any obstruction and offer sacrifices to Jiuhui Hou was the only bloodline of the Fengxian Zhang family, Zhang Yong.
In other words, a person who is probably not Zhang Yong.
Jiang Wang subconsciously remembered Chong Xuansheng's reminder yesterday, "You may be in trouble."
Be alert in your heart, but don’t show it on your face: “It’s been a while.”
Since the battle in Yunwu Mountain, they have not been in contact with each other again. Even if they saw each other by chance, it was only a glimpse.
His friendship with Xu Xiangqian and Li Longchuan, who came out of the Tianfu Secret Realm at the same time, became deeper and deeper, but after a few contacts with Zhang Yong, they became strangers.
“Come here to offer sacrifices to my ancestors of the Zhang family?” Zhang Yong said softly, “You are serious about it.”
As he spoke, he turned his body sideways to make way for Jiang Wang to take the sacrificial position.
Jiu Huihou was of course a hero. Jiang Wang came in to take a look, as he wanted to pay homage to him.
Without saying much at the moment, he walked to the altar, took three sticks of heavenly incense, lit them together, and after bowing in a proper manner, he inserted the heavenly incense into the incense burner.
I prayed once more.
Zhang Yong kept standing by, waiting for Jiang Wang to finish, and then asked: "Why can you not be perfunctory at all? You don't know him, and you are not a native of Qi. Now Feng It is even less likely that the Immortal Zhang Family will bring you any benefit...how can you be so serious?"
Zhang Yong at this time was different from any Zhang Yong Jiang Wang had ever seen.
Before entering the secret realm of Tianfu, Zhang Yong was brave but a little naive and cowardly.
After leaving the secret realm of Tianfu, Zhang Yong is restrained and restrained, and is obviously more confident.
At that time, Zhang Yong, who was following the eleventh prince Jiang Wuqi in Yunwu Mountain, was eager to get ahead, eager to make achievements, and full of ambition in his eyes.
This is a complete set of portraits of character growth.
And Zhang Yong, with a pleading look on his face, is complex and mysterious in the two-layered overlapping of Taoist trees and Taoist flowers.
But no matter who Zhang Yong is, he will never talk so much and speak so proactively like today.
“Why don’t you speak?” he asked again.
“I don’t think your question is a problem. Do you have to insist on ‘why’ for everything in the world?” Jiang Wang said: “Jiu Huihou is a respectable person, so I respect him. It’s that simple.”
“You are very sincere, really, you are very sincere.” Zhang Yong looked at Jiang Wang, then turned to look at the statue of Jiu Huihou.
He sighed: "It's a pity that I can't do it."
He said in a strange, sleep-like tone: "No matter how I convince myself, no matter how I deceive myself, I cannot respect from the bottom of my heart...anyone in this country."
Jiang Wang calmly took a step back: "So?"
Zhang Yong seemed to suddenly come to his senses and comforted: "Don't be nervous, we are not enemies. I personally don't have any hatred for you. And..."
He smiled: "I'm not your opponent, am I?"
Of course, Jiang Wang would not let down his guard because of his words. He put his hand on the hilt of his sword and asked, "Who are you?"
"You asked me this question a thousand times, and I only have one answer." He lowered his eyes slightly and said: "I am a descendant of Jiuhui Hou, the only surviving bloodline of the Fengxian Zhang family, Zhang Yong.
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"It's strange." Jiang Wang stared at him and said: "I feel very strange now that I think about it. At that time in Yunwu Mountain, I actually chose to remain silent and did not expose your suspicions. And for so long, I have not thought of it again.
this matter."
Zhang Yong chuckled: "There is nothing surprising about this. You are kind-hearted in nature and know how to be considerate and sympathetic. The you in Yunwu Mountain just succumbed to your nature."
“I fell into your eyes then?” Jiang Wang asked.
“Jiang Qingyang, that’s not important.” Zhang Yong said, “What’s important is that you are kind.”
Jiang Wang thought for a moment and slowly drew out his long sword. The beautiful sword blade of Sauvignon Blanc was clearer than the morning light in the morning light.
"I think it's just because..." he said: "At that time, I had no plans to settle in Qi State, and I wasn't a Qingpai headhunter yet."
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Zhang Yong was still laughing. He asked Jiang Wang with a smile: "Where is the responsibility?"
“What about compassion?” he asked: “What about your kindness, your sympathy, your compassion?”
Jiang Wang looked at him calmly: "My compassion will not be given to killers, assassins, or conspirators."
Ever since Yunwu Mountain, Zhang Yong has always walked around Jiang Wang. If he could avoid meeting, he would never meet.
The reason why a person like him exposed himself today and no longer concealed it in his words. Jiang Wang could only think of one reason, and that was that he could no longer hide it.
Why can’t he hide suddenly?
The only thing Jiang Wang can think of is Cui Zhu's assassination case.
There must be some kind of relationship between Zhang Yong and Cui Zhu!
“Hey.” Zhang Yong smiled and sighed: “There are too many smart people in this world. If you show even one hair, they can pick out the eighteenth generation of your ancestors..."
He suddenly raised his head and took a step forward: "Come, get me!"