An ordinary carriage was approaching at the end of the street, clicking slowly.
The carriage was still a hundred feet away from the young Confucian scholar, but the sound coming from inside was extremely clear.
Ji Wen, who was walking at the forefront of the scribes from the five countries, suddenly stopped.
Just from the sound he heard just now, he felt a powerful force from it.
The aura without literary energy is probably the special martial arts energy.
It is not easy for someone to be able to use the true energy of martial arts so finely.
The scholar from Zhao Guo in the rear looked at the slowly approaching carriage and frowned.
"Pretend to be a ghost..."
Different from the frowns of the scribes from the Five Kingdoms, the expressions of the people of Jin around were even more complicated.
There were surprises, thoughts, disbelief, and a few even showed expressions of surprise.
"This sound..."
"Why do you feel like the same person?"
"This, this...is impossible?"
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Several scribes who had met Li Chang'an looked at each other, and they all saw cautiousness and disbelief in each other's eyes.
What if... it's really him?
In the carriage, Li Changan took off the disguise on his face and put on a plain white robe.
Now that we have arrived in the capital and there is a master protecting us secretly, there is no need to dress up like this.
It's time to come to the stage openly and openly.
Jin Chan looked at Li Changan in surprise, "This is the donor...?"
"Master, don't you want to meet Uncle Zhongyong?" Li Changan smiled and clasped his fists, "My dear, Li Changan, I have met Master Jinchan."
Jin Chan's expression changed constantly, and he regained his composure after taking several breaths. He clasped his hands together and said with a bitter smile, "It's so hard for the donor to hide this from me."
"It turns out that the benefactor is the loyal and brave uncle who is talked about by the people of Jin."
Li Chang'an dusted off his robe and said, "Chang'an has not thanked Master enough for seeing him off. Before leaving, I have a little poem to give to Master."
Jin Chan said solemnly, "Thank you, Master Li, for the poem."
"The bodhi tree has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, so how can it cause dust." Li Changan stood up and said
"Master, you might as well stay in the capital for a while and experience the Jin Dynasty fireworks."
After saying that, he opened the door curtain on the carriage and stepped out of the carriage.
The early spring sun shines on my body, and there is a hint of warmth mixed with the coldness.
Under the sunlight, the plain white robe looks even more elegant when matched with Li Changan's tall figure.
The originally crowded streets suddenly became quiet.
All the Jin people who saw Li Changan's appearance opened their eyes wide and froze on the spot.
There may be many people in remote places who have never seen Li Changan, but in the capital city, especially when the merit monument was first erected.
His appearance has long been known to the people of the capital.
Li Changan took a deep breath and took the first step.
"Crack."
The footsteps could be heard clearly on the crowded streets.
The Jin people in front subconsciously took a step aside.
This action made the streets that seemed to be frozen come alive again.
"Crash..."
The road ahead of Li Changan was suddenly moved out of the way.
The crowded streets became more and more crowded, but no one complained, and everyone spontaneously made way for Li Changan.
"Yes... it's Uncle Zhongyong!"
"It's really Uncle Zhongyong!"
"Although his appearance seems to have changed a bit, he is definitely Uncle Zhongyong!"
"We can be saved, Dajin can be saved!"
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At first, there was only excited discussion that was suppressed, but soon the discussion became louder and louder, and quickly spread outward.
The whole street was boiling.
"Uncle Zhongyong, you are finally here!"
"Yes, it's been three years, three whole years... you finally showed up."
Some people excitedly stretched out their hands towards Li Changan and shouted at the top of their lungs.
There were also scribes from the three southern prefectures who were so excited after seeing Li Changan that they bowed with tears in their eyes and bowed heavily to Li Changan.
Soon, more and more Jin people on the streets followed suit and bowed to Li Changan.
Jin Chan got off the carriage and looked at the back of Li Changan and the people of Jin who were bowing down like wheat on the street.
"As expected of Uncle Zhongyong..." He clasped his hands together and saluted Li Changan's back.
The poem just made him feel like he was enlightened, and he gained many new insights in an instant.
This gift is heartfelt.
Li Changan returned the salute all the way, and at the same time used his magic power to lift up the Jin people who were saluting, always with a warm smile on his face.
After wandering outside for so long, coming to the capital now made him feel like he was back in his hometown.
The faces of every Jin citizen who saluted were filled with smiles of surprise.
There is help.
Jin is saved!
When Uncle Zhongyong returns, he no longer has to be bullied by other countries and cannot fight back.
Such a scene fell into the eyes of the other scribes from the five countries, and the eyes of these scribes showed solemnity.
"That man is Li Chang'an, the loyal and brave uncle of the Jin Kingdom!?"
"What a weird aura, I can't even detect his cultivation level!"
"He looks like an ordinary person. If he hadn't deliberately revealed it, he wouldn't even be close to having any power."
Even the ten third-grade scholars frowned.
Li Changan, who was walking slowly in front of them, actually gave them a strong feeling of separation.
Li Changan's cultivation realm was blocked by a special force and could not be explored.
But I guess he should still be wandering in the fifth-grade gentleman realm.
But it was this fifth grade that gave them the same illusion as a great scholar of the same realm.
The other party was too calm. He was obviously just a junior, only a fifth-grade scholar. However, even when facing the stares of ten third-grade scholars, he did not panic at all.
What Ji Wen is more concerned about is that this so-called Zhongyong Bo is so popular among the people!
No matter scribes, warriors, or common people, they all performed their own rituals.
There is no oppression by any powerful force of status.
He has never seen such public sentiment.
Li Changan walked to the young scholar and lifted Chen Anyian's young shoulders, "Your name is Chen Anyian, isn't it?"
Chen Anian nodded excitedly, with tears still shining in his bright eyes, as he looked at Li Changan.
"Well done, you didn't embarrass our Jin scribes." Li Changan smiled and patted Chen Anyian on the shoulder.
"Let's go to the poetry meeting with me."
Chen Anyian was so excited that he couldn't even speak, "I...I...can...?"
"Of course, didn't I just say that? You can fight in place of Uncle Zhongyong." Li Changan slowly walked forward with Chen Anyian.
There were some dumbfounded scribes from the Five Kingdoms passing by. Li Changan didn't care about these scribes. Not even Ji Wen, Jiang Xing, or even the ten third-grade scholars even glanced at them.
Just like that, he led Chen Anian forward slowly.
The whole street seemed to be moving.
The people and scribes of Jin State were all desperately following Li Changan's footsteps and wanted to go to Yong'an Gate.
The whole street is getting more and more congested.
Ahead, more and more people saw Li Changan. The boiling riot in one street quickly spread to several surrounding streets.
"It's Uncle Zhongyong!"
"It's really Uncle Zhongyong!"
"He's finally here, he's finally here!"
"We can be saved, Jin can be saved!"
Voices crying with joy sounded.
More and more Jin people are flocking in the direction of Li Changan.
Li Changan stopped and said loudly, "Chang'an thanks you all for your love."
"I hope you guys don't push and crowd each other. If you want to see the poetry show, it's better to wait for the scroll of the gold medal."
"Otherwise Chang'an can't reach the imperial city, and this poetry meeting won't be able to start."
The sound was like faint water ripples, spreading in all directions.
By the way, I also used the Buddhist meditation mantra.
The originally restless and excited people of Jin finally calmed down. Many people laughed and stopped crowding towards Li Changan.
The people in front, whether they were scholars or warriors, men, women or children, all quickly moved out of the way and looked at Li Changan with eyes full of excitement and joy.
Behind Li Changan, the faces of the scribes from the five countries suddenly turned livid.
Li Changan's move completely ignored them.
They are all superior beings in their own country. How have they ever been so despised?
Ji Wen, in particular, stood at the top of a country.
In Zhou State, where the royal family is respected, even a third-grade scholar must be careful when meeting him.
How could he be like Li Changan and not even look at him?
And the third-grade scholars from the five countries were also furious.
How dare a small fifth-grade person disrespect a third-grade person like this?
court death!
However, as soon as they had the intention to kill, they were locked by the air machine high in the sky.
That is the Qi mechanism that belongs to the same third-grade Confucian.
High in the sky, statues of third-grade Confucians from the Fourth Courtyard and the First Prison stood in the clouds.
Looking down at Li Changan, who looked like an emperor on patrol, his expression was complicated.