Chapter 91 Ying Wuji: Your Highness, I Want to Marry You! (10,000 words, please subscribe)
"Descendants of Zhuanxu, when the great gathering of hundreds of schools of thought takes place, it must be in Jiangcheng..."
Ying Wuji smacked his lips, feeling something was not right no matter how he thought about it.
He looked up at Jiang Taiyuan and found that he was also looking at him with a half-smile. He couldn't help but curse, "Why the hell are you staring at me? There are many descendants of Zhuanxu. There are fourteen Ying clans and more than twenty Mi clans. Which one is not a descendant of Zhuanxu? Li State is still the home of the Ying Zhao clan. Putting aside the Zhao clan, Xiang Ding is more reliable than me."
"That's true."
Jiang Taiyuan smiled and did not continue to make a fuss about the identity of the sword holder, as if he was just joking.
However, Ying Wuji felt that something was not right. When Zhai Yun was here, Jiang Taiyuan did not mention this matter at all, but waited until he left to mention it. And then, with the inexplicable help from the Yang Zhu lineage, could it be that they discovered some clues in him?
Damn it!
I admit that I have a cheat, but I really have no interest in the Emperor of Zhou!
Ying Wuji was a little annoyed, but he was more curious about the details of the matter: "Are they making a big deal out of nothing? And how come the Yao official calculated so accurately? It's like a bluff!"
Jiang Taiyuan grinned: "Who said it wasn't true! But I heard that this guy from the Yin-Yang School is a very evil fortune teller!"
“I see!”
"That's right!"
"But I think Nangong Ling might have made a wasted trip. There are so many descendants of Zhuanxu in Jiangcheng. Which one can he find?"
"That's not necessarily true..."
Jiang Taiyuan chuckled, "Didn't they say at the beginning that the military strategist would provide one luck for this grand gathering of 100 strategists? This time Nangong Ling came and directly took out three extra luck in his private name. All of them were hidden in the thieves' grave. Then everyone can go in and fight for it."
"Thieves' Grave Plate? What the hell?!"
“At that time, Nangong Tuo was the only one standing guard over the pass. The allied forces of the princes left behind hundreds of thousands of dead soldiers and fled in disgrace. The palace was already in ruins, and a new palace was about to be built. Nangong Tuo invited a few friends in the realm of spiritual enlightenment to transform the ruins of the old palace into a magical weapon. It is rumored that all of Nangong Tuo’s inheritance is hidden here. The Nangong family has been able to master the art of turning beans into soldiers for generations because of this magical weapon.”
"Hiss... I feel like this is more interesting than arguing with the masters of Confucianism, Mohism and Legalism!"
"Nonsense, isn't it? Anyway, with so many benefits on display, let alone the Hundred Schools' Grand Gathering, even the Literary Gathering will probably be quite bloody!"
Ying Wuji fell into deep thought. He had no grudges against the King of Zhou and certainly did not want to kill him. Naturally, he felt that the man was not himself. Moreover, he had no interest in the so-called Shang King Sword.
But Jiang Taiyuan's performance made him feel a little uncomfortable. It would be better to be cautious in this kind of thing.
The four military destinies are very similar. Nangong Tuo’s inheritance is more attractive, but life is still more precious.
As long as you don't stick your head out, you will be fine. It is true that the Zhou emperor has a high status, but the decline of the Zhou royal family is also an indisputable fact. No matter whether it is the Ying family of Gan State, the Zhao family of Li State, or a large number of nobles with the surname Mi in Chu State, they are not people that the Zhou royal family can easily provoke.
However, he still felt something was wrong: "Brother Jiang, the dream that Emperor Zhou had should be top secret. How did you know about it?"
"This, this, hahahaha..."
Jiang Taiyuan scratched his head and laughed twice, awkwardly rather than politely: "Let's not talk about this anymore. I think you must be more interested in another thing."
Ying Wuji slapped his thigh and said, "You finally got to the point. Where is the murderer?"
Jiang Taiyuan finished the remaining wine in the bowl and stood up: "Follow me!"
…
A quarter of an hour later, the two men arrived at Shangmo Bookstore.
It was lunch time and the bookstore was temporarily closed. Except for the doorman, everyone else had gone to eat. Even Hua Chao was busy with the opera troupe's affairs.
The two of them walked all the way to the backyard, and Jiang Taiyuan asked, "Which one is your house?"
Ying Wuji pointed in one direction: "Brother Jiang, this is..."
"Shh!"
Jiang Taiyuan made a silencing gesture: "Elbow! Follow me into the house!"
Ying Wuji: “…”
Jiang Taiyuan was a little impatient and pulled Ying Wuji in. Then he quickly closed the doors and windows, took out a black cloth from the package and covered the windows. In an instant, there was almost no light in the room.
Ying Wuji was a little panicked.
Damn it, this Jiang Taiyuan wouldn't...
This guy is obviously a big shot who has already broken through to the fetal transformation stage, and his spiritual fetus is of a high quality. I am no match for him at all. This is fucking terrible...
At this moment, the room suddenly became bright.
Jiang Taiyuan blew out the fire stick, and a dark white candle was lit in front of him. The light from the candle was also dark white, very bright but seemed to have no warmth at all.
He took out a jade pendant from his arms and placed it in front of the candle, which immediately cast a dim shadow on the wall.
Ying Wuji breathed a sigh of relief and immediately looked towards the shadow. There seemed to be nothing unusual about the shadow. There was nothing else except a black dot, but... this black dot was moving.
It swayed and slowly grew larger, from a black dot to a black spot.
The black spot grew bigger and bigger and gradually took shape. When it grew to the size of half a palm, its original appearance could finally be seen.
It turned out to be two little men carrying a sedan chair. The process of them changing from small to big seemed like things getting bigger when they are closer and smaller when they are farther away. It was just that they just walked out from the depths of the shadows.
After a while, the sedan chair became its normal size, and the two men carrying it stopped.
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