Chapter 1090: Seven Star Transit Formation and Spirit Gathering and Dragon Slaying Formation
"Mr. Ji is right, I am determined to kill the Japanese pirates!"
Confirming that all winter festivals have hidden conspiracies, Jiang Sheng gritted his teeth and clenched his fists: "The most hateful thing is that except for the winter festivals in Jinling and Gucheng, which are held illegally, the winter festivals in other places are held legally and compliantly, and even some activities
We also received encouragement and support from local officials.”
"You are being sold by someone to help count money and help the tyrants do evil!"
"Brother Jiang, don't be so excited."
Wuyou quickly reassured: "Activities like this that introduce foreign cultural exchanges can not only increase political achievements but also stimulate consumption, gain considerable benefits, and are favored by capital."
"Except for places like Jinling and Ancient Surplus City, which are engraved with history, other cities really have no reason to refuse."
"The main thing is that no one knows it's a conspiracy!"
"Bullshit cultural exchange, I think it's more like cultural invasion."
Jiang Sheng curled his lips in disgust: "The poisonous textbook incident happened before, distorting the values of our country's youth. Now these grandsons are holding island activities across the country. If things go on like this, people will really downplay the history of that year."
"No way!"
Wuyou tilted his head and questioned: "These Feng Shui layouts are indeed insidious and vicious, but when it comes to large-scale cultural invasion, it seems that they are not enough. After all, the cities that hold the Winter Festival activities are all small third- and fourth-tier places except for Jinling.
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"If they really want to engage in cultural invasion, they should go to first- and second-tier cities with developed economies and culture, right?"
"Um?"
Hearing this, Jiang Sheng was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes widened: "Maybe there is a conspiracy here. Both Jinling and Ancient Surplus City have actively fought against the invaders and paid a heavy price for it. Then other cities..."
"Immediately search for information related to the Anti-Japanese War in these cities that hold winter festivals."
Although he didn't know why Jiang Sheng suddenly became so excited, Wuyou immediately found a computer and quickly searched for information, and then both of them were shocked.
The island country's winter festival activities are spread across China from southwest to northeast, with more than 20 cities in total. Although they are all small cities except Jinling, they are all cities that once actively fought against the invaders and were deeply persecuted, resulting in countless deaths and injuries.
"There is a problem, there is a big problem."
Looking at the information in front of him, Wuyou frowned and muttered: "If it is just to suppress the undead of the people, then although there are many people who died in these cities, they will not be ranked at all nationwide."
"If the island nation is here to pay homage and summon souls, then the number of islanders who died in these cities is not worth mentioning. Why on earth would they choose these cities?"
"Crash!"
Just when Wuyou was puzzled, Jiang Sheng suddenly went crazy and overthrew everything on the table to the ground, leaving only a map of China.
"Brother Jiang, what's wrong with you?"
Wuyou looked at Jiang Sheng worriedly.
Jiang Sheng ignored Wuyou and marked the more than 20 cities that held winter festivals with a pen with a solemn expression.
After marking the last city, Jiang Sheng's face turned pale, and he fell down on his chair, his eyes widening in shock: "What a big layout, what a vicious method, how despicable!"
"What's the meaning?"
Seeing Jiang Sheng suddenly become like this, Wuyou was also frightened, but he didn't know what happened?
"This is the seven-star transfer array and the spirit-gathering and dragon-slaying array."
Jiang Sheng took a deep breath, dialed Ji Mingyue's phone number, and said fearfully: "A small country can have such scheming and patience, spend more than ten years and unimaginable financial and material resources to lay out such a big picture, no matter how beastly the island country is,
I have to admit that it was not unreasonable for this country to rise."
Jinling Ji's house, in the old man's study.
Mr. Ji, dressed in formal attire, sat in front of his desk, looking at Ji Mingyue and seven or eight busy staff members expressionlessly.
Ever since he learned that the Jinling Winter Festival was a feng shui trap created by the Nine Palaces to trap souls, Mr. Ji paid great attention to the matter of the Winter Festival and made an exception to allow Ji Mingyue to lead people to work in his exclusive study.
After Ji Mingyue and these people compiled the information and sent it to Jiang Sheng, they began to wait for Jiang Sheng's reply.
Knowing that Jiang Sheng would definitely tell her any news, Ji Mingyue did not disturb Jiang Sheng and quietly waited for the news.
"Is there no news yet about that boy Jiang Sheng?"
Ji Mingyue was still calm, but the old man couldn't sit still.
"Grandpa, Jiang Sheng is also a human being, not a super computer."
Ji Mingyue rolled her eyes at the old man speechlessly: "It took so many of us a day to collect the appropriate information, but Jiang Sheng is only one person, how can we get the results so quickly!"
"I'm anxious!"
Mr. Ji touched his beard and muttered: "It seems that the Ji family will have to find a way to recruit a few masters of Feng Shui and metaphysics in the future. Otherwise, it would be too frustrating to be unable to understand anything like now."
"There is a Feng Shui master with a good reputation in Jinling City."
Ji Mingyue smiled playfully: "If you can't wait any longer, you can bring them over to study."
"Forget it, real Feng Shui masters live in seclusion, and no one will show up easily."
Mr. Ji shook his head in disgust: "Of those so-called masters on the market, nine out of ten are liars, and the remaining one only knows a little bit about it. It is better to wait for news about Jiang Sheng."
"Those so-called masters didn't even notice that Xiaodaozi was holding souls in the Nine Palaces under Jinling Chengbu. How much skill can they have?"
"You can't say that. After all, Jiang Sheng didn't see the problem before."
Ji Mingyue puffed up her chest unconsciously: "But I believe he will not disappoint in the future. My man is too good."
"You are a great man, but your wine is not good enough."
Mr. Ji curled his lips in disgust: "I haven't suffered as much loss over the years as I did at the hands of that kid. Thinking about it makes me angry."
"Why can't you get over the drinking issue?"
Ji Mingyue protested dissatisfied: "I can tell you that Jiang Sheng is getting better and better day by day. If you insist on insisting on a one-year agreement, you will regret it when he is snatched away by a woman from another family.
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"What a joke, who dares to steal my grandson-in-law, I..."
Mr. Ji blurted out, and in the middle of the sentence, he quickly changed his words: "If he can really be snatched away, it can only mean that he is not dedicated enough to you and is not worthy of being your husband."
"Oh, you are such a stubborn old man, all you have to do is drink hand-ground coffee!"
Ji Mingyue sighed dejectedly. The more she looked at the old man, the more displeased she became. She secretly criticized him: "He is simply the real-life version of Su Daqiang."
"What do you mean, I never drink that foreign stuff."
Mr. Ji responded seriously, saying he didn't know about Su Daqiang's coffee story at all.