Chapter 1043: The Statue Is Covered with Clothes (an Extra Chapter for the Leader Zhijiu!)

"Popularity" is a word that sounds familiar at first glance, but is difficult to put into practice and is therefore somewhat frivolous.

But it exists.

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 fighting between these countries robs the foundation of the population."

The previous sentence refers to the influence of popularity as the energy of living beings on the vitality of heaven and earth. The latter sentence is about the connection between popularity and national institutions.

The ancestral hall of Jiuhui Hou is a place with little popularity.

Although it is enshrined in the Protector Hall and people often come to clean it, it still looks deserted.

Jiang Wang walked into the temple.

It was still morning.

Most places in Linzi City are already noisy.

Only here is solemn and peaceful.

The slightly 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 when he heard footsteps, he slowly turned back and looked at Jiang Wang.

He didn't seem surprised to see Jiang Wang. He just turned back, inserted the Tianyi Incense in his hand into the incense burner, then turned around completely, facing Jiang Wang face to face.

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

The incense of heaven's will is green, like a curtain wrapped around the blue sky.

The smoke, which was almost invisible but still existed, was rising vaguely 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 is half-naked and has numerous scars on its body. The reason why I say she is half-naked is because she is also wearing a purple robe.

At that time, Jiu Huihou fought nine times and died of exhaustion. Emperor Wu took off his robe and draped it over his body.

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

Naturally, the only person who could reach the Imperial Ancestral Temple's National Protector 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."

He was wary in his heart but didn't show it on his face: "It's been a while."

Since the battle in Yunwu Mountain, they have not been in contact again. Even if you see it by chance, it's just a glance.

His friendship with Xu Xiangqian and Li Longchuan became deeper and deeper among the people who came out of the Tianfu Secret Realm at the same time, but after a few contacts with Zhang Yong, they became strangers to each other.

"Come here to offer sacrifices to my ancestors of the Zhang family?" Zhang Yong said softly, "You have your heart."

With that said, he turned his body sideways and made way for Jiang Wang to take the sacrificial position.

Of course, the Ninth Return Marquis was a hero, so 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 paying respects in a proper manner, he inserted the heavenly incense into the incense burner.

Bowed again.

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 Xian Zhang 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 a little naive and cowardly in his bravery.

After leaving the secret realm of Tianfu, Zhang Yong was 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 full of ambition in his eyes.

This is a complete set of portraits of character growth.

And Zhang Yong, with a pleading look, is complex and mysterious in the overlapping of the Taoist forest and the Taoist flower sea.

But no matter who Zhang Yong is, he will never talk as much as he does today. Talk so proactively.

"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, dreamlike tone: "No matter how I convince myself, no matter how I deceive myself, I can't respect anyone from the bottom of my heart... in this country."

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

Zhang Yong seemed to suddenly come to his senses and comforted: "Don't be nervous, we are not enemies. I personally have no 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 said, "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. "

"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 reveal your suspicions. And for so long, I have never thought of it again. this matter."

Zhang Yong laughed: "There's nothing strange about this. You are kind by nature, and you know how to be considerate and sympathetic. The you 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: "What's important is that you are kind."

Jiang Wang thought about it and slowly drew out his sword. The beautiful sword of Chang Xiangsi 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 was not a Qingpai head of the police."

Zhang Yong was still laughing, and he asked Jiang Wang with a smile: "What's the duty?"

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

Jiang Wang looked at him calmly: "My compassion will not be given to assassins, nor will it be given to those who scheme and compromise."

Since Yunwu Mountain, Zhang Yong always walked around Jiang Wang, and never met him if he could avoid it.

The reason why a person like him would expose himself today and no longer cover up in his words. Jiang Wang could only think of one reason, that is, he could no longer hide.

Why did he suddenly stop hiding?

The only thing Jiang Wang could think of was the case of Cui Zhu assassinating the emperor.

There must be some kind of relationship between this Zhang Yong and Cui Zhu!

"Hey." Zhang Yong smiled and sighed: "There are too many smart people in this world. If you reveal a hair, they can dig out your ancestors for eighteen generations..."

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