You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 204: The Battle between the Two Sects
Zuo Chen looked at Yan Wangsheng who was kneeling on the ground, his face slightly stiff.

He had indeed guessed about his relationship with the capital, but he did not expect that someone would actually kowtow to him today.

Zuo Chen actually didn't care much about this title, but he was curious and asked:

"Why do you call me Grandmaster?"

Yan Wangsheng lowered his head and said:

"I have heard from the Imperial Master that when he was young, he practiced in Huishan, Qingzhou, where he studied Taoist scriptures and learned about the principles of being a human being. He grew from a young Taoist boy to an old Taoist priest.

"He has a master who can pluck stars with one hand, seize destiny with a wave of his robe, stop the flow of time, and slash the sea of ​​stars. But he has only one problem."

"what?"

"The crown can never be worn properly."

Hearing this, Zuo Chen subconsciously touched the crown hanging on his head.

It's indeed crooked again.

"Etc., etc!"

Caiyi jumped out all of a sudden, waving her arms, looking stunned:

"You mean, the master in the capital is a Taoist priest?"

"Yes. He is also your senior brother." Yan Wangsheng finally raised his head, his eyes full of respect.

Caiyi took a breath, but she did it too quickly and her saliva got stuck in her throat. She opened her eyes wide and started coughing.

It took Caiyi half a day to adjust herself.

He turned his head and looked at Zuo Chen, his face full of questions:
"Master, is what he said true?"

Zuo Chen shrugged slightly:

"I don't know. I don't have that memory in my mind."

Caiyi clapped her hands on her head.

She felt that she couldn't figure it out on her own, so she retreated to the donkey cart and began to think about her relationship with the capital, and her head began to smoke.

Zuo Chen ignored Cai Yi. He pondered for a moment before saying:
“I have no memory of this.”

"But you are well-versed in Taoism, you practice in the same place, and even your characteristics match, so you must be the master." Yan Wangsheng said.

Zuo Chen said nothing.

A guess is just a guess after all, and no conclusion can be drawn without evidence.

He could probably also see that Yan Wangsheng's recognition of his master was secondary, and his real intention was to tie Zuo Chen to the same rope of interests.

After thinking for a moment, I changed the question:
"You said you are from the library, not from Guixiang?"

"I was once a returnee, but eventually I returned to the library." Yan Wangsheng answered honestly.

"Why? Based on the information I have so far, the library is not a good place."

Yan Wangsheng sighed upon hearing this:
"Master, you may not know that my sister was blinded by the hatred for Master's death and could not see the whole picture. When the capital died, she was a returnee who was so deeply involved. How could she not be affected at all?

"On the night when the imperial master disappeared, it was raining and stormy. My junior sister was doing some work outside Guixiang Pavilion and didn't come back. She didn't know that the master had locked her up in the courtyard and she cried out in pain all night.

"The next morning, when he came out, he seemed like a different person, full of ambition and longing. He persuaded us brothers to return to Kyoto together, seize the library, and take control of the world.

"At first, most of the returnees didn't know what was going on, but a few brothers were persuaded and began to contact returnees who were willing to go to Kyoto.

"I felt that something was a little wrong, so I was cautious and told my master that the Guixiang Pavilion still needed someone to guard it. Then I persuaded my master to let my sister stay here.

"So you went back to Kyoto with your master?" Zuo Chen asked again.

"I didn't follow this route. I sneaked into Kyoto later." Yan Wangsheng said, "I saw the fight between the returnees and the library with my own eyes. The library used the remaining magic in the capital, while the returnees took out the immortal heritage they had collected over the years. The fight was so fierce that the sky was dark and the blood flowed like a river.

"In the end, the Book House won a tragic victory. As the two factions fought, the elite soldiers of both sides were almost wiped out in this battle. The remaining soldiers were covered in wounds and were badly damaged."

“I was at the edge of the battlefield at the time and wasn’t seriously injured. When I saw my master being killed, I was filled with rage and wanted to go forward and kill the remaining people in the library.

"However, at this moment, the previous head of the library, who was also a disciple of the capital, my uncle, seemed to have suddenly lifted the evil curse from his body, and cried loudly as he looked at the blood on the ground.

"He used up his last bit of strength and blew a breeze towards everyone present, removing the karmic fire from both sides. This ended this meaningless fight.

"After that, 70% to 80% of the original people in the Kyoto Library were purged, and the major families sent their men into the library to take over. The library also deviated from its original intention, from being a place for the common people to being a place for the nobles."

Yan Wangsheng finally finished telling what happened that year.

It turned out to be the case.

Zuo Chen also understood a lot more.

After Kyoto assassinated the capital, it actually lost a lot of strength and was in poor condition. If it really went to the Killing Book Tower, it would probably be a bit difficult.

But if the two factions were fighting each other and someone took advantage of them in the end, then it would make sense.

Moreover, according to Yan Wangsheng's description, it is likely that the library and the people returning home were also affected to a certain extent by the mind-covering technique at that time. Their six senses were not clear, and greed was planted in their hearts, which led to such a result.

After calming down, Yan Wangsheng continued:
"The nobles entered the library to steal the capital's heritage. But the remaining library members in the war naturally would not hand over the remains of the capital. Since they could not fight openly, they could only turn to the dark side and are still waiting for an opportunity in Kyoto."

"So that's why you haven't come back to see Guan Jinping?"

Caiyi next to her finally gave up thinking about the relationship between herself and Jingshi, and instead asked Yan Wangsheng curiously.

The latter also sighed helplessly:
"As a member of the Returnees, I naturally couldn't just sit back and do nothing, so I joined the library to maintain its balance. I was also worried that contacting my junior sister would put her in danger, so I pretended to be dead. She thought I betrayed the Returnees and has been hating me ever since. I deserved it."

Hearing this, Caiyi couldn't help sighing.

"I have been in the library for many years, and finally managed to secure a corner of it, preventing the library from falling completely into the hands of the nobles.

"However, recently, Kyoto has not been peaceful, and there have been too many rumors. No matter whether it is officials or nobles, they are all in a panic, so I came out to avoid the limelight and changed into this beggar's clothes. I heard about the Xianyang Conference and planned to come and take a look. I didn't expect to run into my junior sister. It can be said that it is fate that plays tricks on me."

Yan Wangsheng finally finished telling his story of these years. The old man looked a little depressed and sighed:
"I have been through so many hardships in my life, and I thought that I would keep all these things to myself, but I didn't expect to meet my master in the end. I just think you should understand these things." "You get up first."

Zuo Chen also sighed lightly, and Yan Wangsheng then got up from the ground.

Looking at the old beggar, he showed a silly smile and seemed a little embarrassed.

But he immediately straightened his face and said:
"Daliang is in chaos, and thieves are everywhere. Some of them are deceived by the sea of ​​suffering and have become greedy, ignorant, and angry. Some of them have evil thoughts in their hearts and cannot be considered good people. Now that our master has come out, I hope to eliminate the evil in Daliang and bring peace to the world!"

After saying this, Yan Wangsheng's face became a little nervous.

He knew that his actions were more like tying Zuo Chen to Guixiang and the library, but now the situation was stormy and the library was not having an easy time either.

Worshiping Zuo Chen as his master was a bad idea, but Yan Wangsheng had no other choice.

Without strong external support, the remaining old bookstores would still be easily kicked out by the nobles and eventually lose everything.

Zuo Chen was silent for a moment, then said:

"My memory is impaired, and most of the things I remembered before have disappeared with the waves, and nothing is engraved in my mind.

"As for the capital, he is now buried on the Gray Mountain. If what you said is true, then his soul has returned to his hometown."

Hearing Zuo Chen's words, the old beggar's heart tightened slightly, and a hint of loneliness appeared in his eyes.

After so many years, the people who remain in the library still have a dream.

In that distant dream, the capital will descend from the sky on colorful auspicious clouds, remove the devastation in Daliang, and put the world back on track.

It's really a wonderful dream.

Even Yan Wangsheng is the same.

Today, when he heard from Zuo Chen that Jingshi had been buried, Yan Wangsheng was finally certain that his dream would never come true.

Then Zuo Chen said:
"I am not a noble person, but I like to see the people living and working in peace and contentment, with everyone smiling. Now I have no memory of the capital, and I am not sure whether the other party is my apprentice, but no matter what, I will go to Kyoto and take a look at the library."

"Disciple thanks the master!"

"Don't call me Grandmaster for now, just call me Sir. Without further ado, my relationship with the capital is still uncertain." Zuo Chen said, "Okay, it's getting late, and I haven't seen the scenery yet, so let's go back to the city first."

Yan Wangsheng didn't say anything, and it was unclear whether he heard it or not.

Zuo Chen glanced outside. Considering the time spent on traveling and chatting, the sun had already started to move down the mountain. It was estimated that it would not be long before the crescent moon would hang in the sky again, reflecting the stars for the day.

Halfway back, Caiyi suddenly slapped her thigh:
"Master, if that's the case, then when people in the library see me, do they have to call me 'Master'?"

"It's not confirmed yet, don't think too much about it."

Zuo Chen gave Caiyi a blank look.

Caiyi started to giggle foolishly.

Although she heard what Zuo Chen said, she still imagined a large group of people standing in front of her and shouting "Master, good luck".

As if he remembered something, his face suddenly turned serious:

"Xiao Yan."

Xiao Yan?

Yan Wangsheng was slightly stunned, then immediately smiled:

"You say."

"You have to reconcile with your junior sister as soon as possible! No more conflicts!"

"Ah?" Yan Wangsheng was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a red face. He didn't look like an old man, but rather like a young man.

Zuo Chen burst out laughing, not knowing how to comment.

……

At dusk, when the crowds were sparse, Wei Shu finally got off the carriage and tremblingly took out a few taels of silver and handed them to the driver.

After the driver left, Wei Shu looked up at the Xiguan City in front of him.

After all the trouble, my mind was filled with the heroic figure I met this morning, and I felt a little confused.

Shaking his head slightly, Wei Shu put everything that happened today behind him.

He has always been like this. He can do the tasks assigned by the library, but he prefers drinking and reading poetry.

If you feel sad today, you should go drink more. Drink until daybreak, and your worries will naturally disappear.

When we entered the city, there were fewer people on the streets, as people in Yuzhou always went to bed early.

There is no curfew in Yuzhou Xiguan City, but the people themselves dare not go out at night.

The main reason was that too many people had died in this area before. Dusk was the dividing line between yin and yang. At night, the dead would parade through the streets, singing and dancing.

It's okay in places where there is a City God, as he will manage these wandering ghosts; but if there is an uninhabited place, and the evil ghosts follow the living, the next day there will probably be only a pile of bones left.

Wei Shu followed his memory and found a tavern that was still open. He ordered a pot of strong liquor, drank it while walking, enjoying the evening breeze, and got a little drunk.

As the sun sets, the moon rises quietly. It is now two minutes after dusk.

I was enjoying the breeze and feeling relaxed physically and mentally when I suddenly noticed a tall figure walking out on the street not far away.

This figure looked very familiar to him...

that is not……

The knight who beat him up? !

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