"Popularity" sounded familiar, but it was hard to put into practice, so it was somewhat superficial.
But it was real.
When the Qi Emperor asked the people, Jiang Wuxie said, "Insufficient popularity, insufficient vitality. With the system of a country, popularity is the source of the official energy. This is the basis of the competition between countries and kidnapping people. "
The first sentence referred to the influence of popularity on the vitality of Heaven and Earth. The second sentence referred to the connection between popularity and the system of a country.
The Ninth Return Marquis' Ancestral Hall was a place without much popularity.
Although it was worshipped in the Guardian Hall and people often came to clean it, it still seemed deserted.
Jiang Wang walked into the Ancestral Hall.
It was still morning.
Most of the places in Linzi City were already bustling.
Only this place was solemn and peaceful.
The slightly cold morning light shone from somewhere.
A figure with his back facing Jiang Wang was bathed in the morning light.
This was a familiar person.
Perhaps he heard the footsteps, he slowly turned around and looked at Jiang Wang.
Seeing Jiang Wang, he did not seem surprised. He only turned back and inserted the Tianyi Incense into the incense burner. Then, he completely turned around and faced Jiang Wang.
"Long time no see, Jiang Qingyang," he said.
The Tianyi Incense was green, like a curtain that wrapped around the blue sky.
It was so faint that it was almost invisible, but there was smoke that faintly rose behind him.
The smoke jumped over him and curled in front of the tall statue of the first Ninth Return Marquis —
This was a statue of the same height, about eight feet tall. Its body was not particularly strong. This statue was half-naked with countless scars on its body. It was half-naked because there was half a purple robe.
Back then, the Ninth Return Marquis had fought nine battles nine times and died of exhaustion. The Martial Emperor took off his robe and put it on his corpse.
The statue was like this, probably to commemorate this matter.
And to be able to come to the Guardian Hall of the Imperial Ancestral Temple unimpeded and worship the Ninth Return Marquis here, it was naturally the only bloodline of the Phoenix Immortal Zhang family, Zhang Yong.
Or rather, it was very likely someone who was not Zhang Yong.
Jiang Wang subconsciously thought of Chung Geng Sheng's warning yesterday — "You may be in trouble."
Although he was on guard, he didn't show it on his face. "It has been a while."
After the battle on Mount Yunwu, they hadn't come into contact with each other again. Even if they met by chance, it was just a glance.
Back then, he had come out of the Heavenly Palace Mystic Realm at the same time. His friendship with Xu Xiangqian and Li Longchuan had deepened. However, after meeting Zhang Yong a few times, they had become strangers.
"Are you here to offer sacrifices to the ancestors of my Zhang clan?" Zhang Yong said softly, "You are very considerate."
As he spoke, he moved to the side and gave Jiang Wang the position of the priest.
Marquis Jiu Gui was naturally a martyr. Jiang Wang had the idea to come in and take a look. Originally, he also wanted to pay his respects.
Without saying anything more, he walked to the altar and took out three sticks of Heaven's Will Incense. He lit them together and bowed respectfully before inserting the incense into the incense burner.
He bowed again.
Zhang Yong stood to the side and waited for Jiang Wang to finish before asking, "Why can you not be perfunctory at all? You don't know him, and you're not a native of Qi. The current Phoenix Immortal Zhang Clan can't possibly bring you any benefits … How can you be so serious? "
The current Zhang Yong was different from any other Zhang Yong Jiang Wang had seen before.
Before entering the Heavenly Palace Mystic Realm, Zhang Yong was brave but also a little childish and timid.
After leaving the Heavenly Palace Mystic Realm, Zhang Yong was reserved and obviously more confident.
At that time, Zhang Yong, who followed the Eleventh Prince Jiang Wuqi on Mount Yunwu, was eager to stand out and achieve merits. His eyes were full of ambition.
This was a complete portrait of a person's growth.
As for the Zhang Yong who was in the middle of the overlapping layers of Daoist techniques and Daoist techniques, he was complicated and mysterious.
But no matter which Zhang Yong it was, he wouldn't be so talkative like today. He would take the initiative to speak.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" he asked again.
"I don't think your question is a question. Do all things in the world have to force a 'why'? "Jiang Wang said," Marquis Nine Returns is a person worthy of respect, so I respect him. It's that simple. "
"You're very sincere, really, you're very sincere." Zhang Yong looked at Jiang Wang and then turned his head to look at the statue of Marquis Nine Returns.
He sighed. "Unfortunately, I can't do it."
He used a strange, dream-like tone to say, "No matter how I convince myself, no matter how I deceive myself, I can't respect … anyone in this nation from the bottom of my heart."
Jiang Wang calmly took a step back. "So?"
Zhang Yong seemed to suddenly regain his wits and comforted, "You don't need to be nervous. We're not enemies. I don't have any personal hatred for you. Besides … "
He laughed. "I'm not your opponent, am I?"
Jiang Wang naturally wouldn't relax his guard because of Zhang Yong's words. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword. "Who in the world are you?"
"If you ask me this question a thousand times, ten thousand times, I'll only have one answer." He lowered his eyes slightly and said, "I'm the descendant of Marquis Nine Returns, the only surviving bloodline of the Phoenix Immortal Zhang family, Zhang Yong."
"It's very strange." Jiang Wang stared at him and said, "Now that I think about it, it's very strange. At that time on Mount Yunwu, I actually chose to remain silent and didn't expose your suspicions. And after so long, I didn't think about it again. "
Zhang Yong chuckled. "There's nothing strange about it. You're kind-hearted and know how to be considerate and sympathetic. The you on Mount Yunwu just succumbed to your natural instincts. "
"At that time, I was under your Eye Technique?" Jiang Wang asked.
"Jiang Qingyang, that's not important." Zhang Yong said, "What's important is that you're kind-hearted."
Jiang Wang thought for a moment and slowly pulled out his long sword. The beautiful body of the sword was even clearer in the morning light.
"I think it's just because …" he said, "At that time, I didn't plan to settle down in Qi, and I wasn't a Blue Medal Arrester yet."
Zhang Yong was still laughing. He smiled and asked Jiang Wang, "Is it your duty?"
"Then what about your compassion?" he asked, "Your kindness, your sympathy, and your compassion?"
Jiang Wang looked at him calmly. "My compassion won't be given to assassins, nor will it be given to conspirators."
Ever since Mount Yunwu, Zhang Yong always walked around Jiang Wang. If he didn't have to, he would never meet him.
The reason why a person like him would expose himself today and no longer hide in his words. Jiang Wang could only think of one reason, and that was that he couldn't hide it anymore.
Why couldn't he hide it all of a sudden?
The only thing Jiang Wang could think of was Cui Ju's assassination of the emperor.
There must be some kind of relationship between this Zhang Yong and Cui Ju!
"Sigh." Zhang Yong sighed with a smile. "There are too many smart people in this world. If you reveal a single hair, they can dig out eighteen generations of your ancestors … "
He suddenly raised his head and took a step forward. "Come, take me!"
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