Red Heart Survey

  Chapter 1043 Statue Cloth (Add more wine for the lord!)

  "Popularity" is a word that sounds familiar at first, but is difficult to implement, so it is somewhat imaginary.

  But it really exists.

When Emperor Qi asked the people, Jiang Wuxie said: "The popularity is insufficient, and the vitality is insufficient. With the system of the country, popularity is the source of official power. This country is fighting and plundering the population."

  The previous sentence refers to the influence of popularity as the vitality of life on the vitality of heaven and earth. The latter sentence is about the connection between popularity and the national system.

  The spirit temple of Jiuhuihou is a place with little popularity.

  Although it is enshrined in the Huguo Hall, and people often come to sweep it, it still looks very deserted.

   Jiang Wang walked into the shrine.

  It is still morning.

  Most places in Linzi City have already become noisy.

  Only here, solemn and peaceful.

  The cold morning light doesn’t know where it comes from.

  There was a figure with his back facing Jiang Wang, bathed in the morning light.

  This is a familiar person.

  Xu heard the footsteps, he slowly turned his head back to look at Jiang Wang.

   Seeing Jiang Wang, he didn't seem surprised. He just turned his head back, inserted the incense of heaven in his hand into the incense burner, and then completely turned around to face Jiang Wang.

  "Long time no see, Jiang Qingyang." He said.

  The incense of heaven is blue, like a curtain wrapped around the blue sky.

  The smoke, which was almost invisible but tangible, rose vaguely behind him.

  The smoke leaped over him, curled up in front of the tall statue of the first Jiu Fanhou——

  This is a full-length statue, about eight feet tall, but not particularly strong. This statue has its upper body covered with numerous injuries. The reason why I said it was ***, because I also wore a half purple robe.

  In the past, the Nine Return Hou Nine Fights and the Nine Return, died of exhaustion, Emperor Wu took off his robe and put it on his body.

  The statue is enshrined in this way, probably to commemorate this event.

   and can go unimpeded, come to the Taimiao Protectorate Hall, and worship the Nine Return Marquis here, naturally there is only Fengxian Zhang’s only blood, Zhang Yong.

  In other words, someone who is probably not Zhang Yong.

  Jiang Wang subconsciously remembered Chong Xuansheng’s reminder yesterday-"You may be in trouble."

   was wary in his heart, and did not show up on the face: "There was a period of time."

  Since the battle in Yunwu Mountain, they have not touched again. Even if I saw it by chance, it was just a glimpse.

  The few people who came out of the secret realm of Tianfu at the same time, his friendship with Xu Xiangqian and Li Longchuan became deeper and deeper, but after several contacts with Zhang Yong, they became strangers.

   "Come here to worship my Zhang family ancestors?" Zhang Yong whispered: "You have a heart."

  Speaking, he turned his body sideways and gave Jiang Wang a place for sacrifice.

  Of course, the Nine Return Hou was a hero. Jiang Wang wanted to come in and take a look. He was also going to worship.

  I didn’t say much at the moment. I walked to the altar, took three incense sticks, lit them together, and respected them, before inserting the incense sticks into the incense burner.

   worshipped again.

Zhang Yong just stood by, waiting for Jiang Wang to finish this set, and then asked, "Why can you not be perfunctory? You don't know him, nor are you a native of Qi, now Feng It is even more unlikely that the Xian Zhang family will bring you any benefit...how can you be so serious?"

   Zhang Yong at this time is different from any Zhang Yong Jiang Wang has ever seen.

  Before entering the Tianfu Secret Realm, Zhang Yong was brave with a little naivety and cowardice.

  Zhang Yong, after leaving the secret realm of Tianfu, is restrained and restrained, and 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 his eyes were full of ambition.

  This is a complete set of portraits of growing characters.

  And that Zhang Yong, whose eyes are pleading in the two layers of overlapping Taoist trees into forests and Taoist flowers, is complicated and mysterious.

  But no matter which Zhang Yong is, he will not have so many words like today. Speak so actively.

  "Why don't you speak?" he asked again.

   "I don't think your question is a problem. Do you have to insist on ‘why’ in matters of the world?" Jiang Wang said, "Jiu Fanhou is a respectable person, so I respect him. It’s that simple."

   "You are sincere, really, you are sincere." Zhang Yong looked at Jiang Wang, then turned to look at the statue of Jiu Fanhou.

  He sighed: "Unfortunately I can't do it."

  He said in a strange, dreamlike tone: "No matter what I say to convince myself, no matter how I deceive myself, I have no way to respect...anyone in this country from the bottom of my heart."

  Jiang Wang took a step back calmly: "So?"

   Zhang Yong seemed to recover suddenly, comforting: "You don't need to be nervous, we are not enemies. I personally don't have any hatred for you. And..."

  He smiled: "I am not your opponent, am I?"

   Jiang Wang, of course, would not relax his vigilance just because of his words, putting his hand on the hilt of the sword: "Who are you?"

"You have asked me this question a thousand times and ten thousand times, and I only have one answer." He lowered his eyes slightly and said, "I am a descendant of Jiu Fanhou, the only surviving bloodline of Fengxian Zhang's family, Zhang Yong. "

"Very strange." Jiang Wang stared at him and said: "I feel very strange when I think about it. At that time in Yunwu Mountain, I actually chose to be silent and did not expose your doubts. And for so long, I haven't thought of it again. this matter."

  Zhang Yong hehehe smiled: "It's nothing strange. You are kind by nature, and you know understanding and sympathy. The person in Yunwu Mountain just succumbed to your nature."

   "I was hit by your pupil technique at that time?" Jiang Wang asked.

   "Jiang Qingyang, that's not important." Zhang Yong said, "The important thing is that you are kind."

   Jiang Wang thought for a while, and slowly drew out the long sword. The beautiful sword body of Sauvignon Blanc is clearer in the morning light than 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 was not a green-brand head-catcher."

  Zhang Yong was still smiling, he smiled and asked Jiang Wang: "Where is the responsibility?"

  "What about compassion?" He asked: "What about your kindness, your sympathy, and your compassion?"

  Jiang Wang looked at him calmly: "My heart of compassion will not be handed over to the killer assassin, nor to the conspirators."

  Since Yunwu Mountain, Zhang Yong always walks around Jiang Wang, and can never meet each other.

  The reason why people like him will expose themselves today is no longer covered in words. Jiang Wang could only think of one reason, and that was that he could no longer hide.

  Why is he suddenly unable to hide?

  The only thing Jiang Wang can think of is the case of Cui Zhu's assassin.

  There must be a certain 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 a vellus hair, they can take out your ancestor's eighteenth generation..."

  He raised his head suddenly, and took a step forward: "Come, take me!"

  (End of this chapter)