Chapter 90 Emperor Zhaowu

Seeing that Jiang Wu remained silent, several other guests also came over curiously to look at the photo.

"Is this... Cloud Seal?" Bi Yan said.

Ji Ruoxuan was at a loss, "What is Cloud Seal?"

"It's the characters that Taoist priests use to write talismans." Bi Yan hesitated again, "No, it seems a little different. It's a bit like the ancient bird and insect script."

"What is Bird and Insect Seal?"

"that is--"

"This is not Cloud Seal, it's a spell, a type of writing that belongs to the same heavenly book as Cloud Seal." Cheng Ye put away his phone and glanced at Jiang Wu suspiciously, "It's an ancient writing that briefly appeared in the history of the Great Zhou Dynasty more than a thousand years ago. People who use this writing are called spellcasters."

Qiao Qiao whispered, "It sounds a bit like a wizard or something."

"What you are talking about are foreign things. The witches in our country were originally people who communicated with the gods of heaven and earth, and their status was even higher than that of the emperor. In the Zhou Dynasty more than a thousand years ago, there were many schools of thought, including Taoism, Wuling Master, and Taoism. Only a few people knew about sorcerers."

Cheng Ye spoke slowly, "Because this mysterious school only existed briefly in the history books of the Great Zhou Dynasty for more than 200 years, and then completely disappeared."

Jiang Wu said calmly, "Maybe he died before he could pass on his legacy."

Cheng Ye glanced at him speechlessly, "Even if it wasn't passed down in time, there should have been some fragments of these words left in the folks, but there's nothing left at all, as if someone deliberately erased it."

Jiang said "Oh" as if it had nothing to do with him.

Bi Yan suddenly remembered something and said in surprise, "The two hundred years you are talking about, could it be the two hundred years starting from the seventeenth year of Yuanshen?"

"right."

"No wonder."

There was some sigh in his tone as he said, "The Restoration of the Zhou Dynasty, the Northern Barbarians' Rebellion, the Feng Yule Mountain... the most exciting parts of the entire history of the Great Zhou Dynasty all occurred within these two hundred years."

The guests present were all art students. They hurriedly lowered their heads and took out their phones to check who was the emperor in the 17th year of Yuanshen in the Great Zhou Dynasty. At this moment, they suddenly heard a faint sentence in their ears -

"Emperor Zhaowu, Yan Zhong."

“…”

Han Zhong looked at Jiang Wu beside him. The other person had his eyelids slightly lowered and his expression was calm, as if it was just a casual remark. However, he had a strange feeling in his heart. He always felt that the tone of Jiang Wu's words just now was a little different.

Whether it was the pause in the middle or the short but prolonged ending tone when pronouncing the name, it gave him the illusion of lingering reluctance.

Besides, he always felt like he had heard this name somewhere recently.

"It's true!"

Teng Hongfei looked at the content searched on his phone and looked at Jiang Wu in surprise, "You are good at history!"

Cheng Ye looked at Jiang Wu with a hint of unexpected admiration, thinking that this boy was not completely useless and actually knew a little bit of history.

"I know that!"

Ji Ruoxuan couldn't wait to raise his hand, "Emperor Zhaowu Yan Zhong, who defeated thousands of troops with one arrow, was ranked first among the Thirteen Generals of Yuntai. He was also the only emperor in history to be granted the Yule Mountain. I like him very much!"

Jiang Wu glanced at him with admiration, he had good vision.

Ji Ruoxuan felt inexplicably proud of being looked at by him, and thought that his brother Jiang also liked the charming ancestor in the history books of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Cheng Ye nodded, "Yes, this Emperor Zhaowu had a very legendary life. He was also the longest-lived emperor in history, living to the age of ninety-seven. After he ascended the throne, he changed the words used in the sacrificial books to pray to God into this kind of spell."

Jiang Wu pursed his lips guiltily, this was actually his idea. He saw that Yan Chong had ascended the throne, but he hadn't shown any signs of ascending. He was extremely anxious and thought that maybe the heaven didn't receive the message in time, so he asked Yan Chong to replace all the words on the sacrificial book with spells, intending to remind the heaven.

Naturally, it was of no use, but Yan Zhong did not change the text on the sacrificial book again, and continued to use the spell of the Siming clan. At that time, this caused strong protests from some ministers, who said that doing so would anger the gods.

Jiang Wu remembered that Yan Zhong responded to the minister in the court like this:

"If I have really angered the gods, I will let them come and talk to me personally."

It was an era when one could become an emperor by claiming the will of heaven, but he was so contemptuous of the gods. So, Yan Zhong didn't believe in gods either, right?

He tilted his head to look at the person next to him and suddenly smiled. It seemed that... this person had never changed.

Han Zhong was originally thinking about something, but when he looked up and saw him smiling at him, his heartbeat quickened and his mind went blank. All the doubts he had just had were instantly thrown out of the window.

"…What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing."

Jiang Wu shook his head, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

Han Zhong looked at his amber eyes which seemed to be glowing, and couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, and he felt an urge to hug the man in front of him.

"I'm sorry, I don't recognize these spells." Bai Xianling, who had been listening quietly, suddenly spoke up, "I'm sorry to disappoint you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Yun beside him opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but swallowed it back.

Jiang Wu looked at this scene and his eyes moved slightly.

"All right."

Although Cheng Ye was disappointed, he did not ask any further questions.

The casual chat ended quickly. Yang Chen and his friends sorted out the materials and planned to take some more photos of the natural scenery of Qingming Mountain, so they took everyone back to the mountain. Ji Ruoxuan and his friends were enthusiastically dragged by Qiao Qiao to the front gate to draw lots. However, they tacitly did not call Jiang Wu and left him to Han Zhong.

Qin Yuyan looked at the two men standing side by side in front of her, and said in a subtle tone, "It seems that Han will never go back with me?"

Han Zhong smiled, which was considered as his agreement.

Qin Yuyan was still thinking about something and didn't plan to continue the conversation. Just as she was about to say goodbye, Jiang Wu suddenly asked her, "The Qin family is very wealthy, why did you come to a Taoist priest when your father was sick?"

Qin Yuyan paused for a moment, guessing that it was Han Zhong who told him, but he was not angry, and replied, "Because someone had the same disease as my father before, and it was the disease that Taoist Zhou cured."

Jiang Wu asked, "Do I know the sick person?"

When these words were spoken, everyone present was shocked. Qin Yuyan and Yao Ping subconsciously looked at Han Zhong, but Han Zhong himself also had a stunned look on his face, and it was obvious that he did not say that.

Qin Yuyan smiled at Jiang Wu and said, "You can ask him yourself."

Jiang Wu was silent. This sentence undoubtedly confirmed his guess.

"Goodbye."

Qin Yuyan turned and left with his assistant.

Han Zhong behind him felt a little confused. He didn't expect Jiang Wu to know about this, and he didn't know how he would answer if Jiang Wu continued to ask.

While he was daydreaming, Jiang Wu suddenly grabbed his hand, tiptoed to his ear and whispered, "Are you free tonight?"

Han Zhong was stunned, "Yes, what's wrong?"

"Meet at the back door of the Taoist temple at 8pm."

"…What?"

"Stealing."

“…”

Han Zhong's confusion was instantly thrown out of his mind. He grabbed Jiang Wu's shoulder with one hand and said sternly, "Tell me again what you want to do?"

Jiang Wu paused, remembering the criminal law he hadn't finished copying, and cautiously changed the word, "...adventure?"

Han Zhong: “…”

In the living room behind him, Bai Xianling looked through the half-open window at the two people huddled together in the yard, with a hint of emotion in his eyes, "If Zhou Yannan saw these two people together, he would definitely be surprised."

Luo Yun behind him was obviously more concerned about something else. "Master, the spell on that talisman is exactly the same as the spell in the forbidden area in the back mountain. Could this group of people be related to the people who hurt you before?"

"No." Bai Xianling recognized the breath of the man who hurt him.

"But the person who hurt you is in the Shen Ju realm, and Jiang Wu is also in the Shen Ju realm, and there is also that talisman. How can it be such a coincidence?"

Ever since Bai Xianling was beaten half a year ago, Luo Yun has been patrolling the back mountain every night. That night, after he was hit by a spiritual force in the mountain, he immediately followed it and found Jiang Wu, the only cultivator in the group.

Bai Xianling stood up and walked outside, his eyes slightly passing over the ancient roofs and gazing towards the misty Qingming Mountain in the distance.

"There are no coincidences in the world, only the results of one cause after another."