Yan Jianyuan sent Jiang Chan to the Library Pavilion. Although he knew that the artifact would choose its own owner, he was still a little uneasy. After all, this outsider had subverted his knowledge several times, so he came to look for the Confucian Mansion's grand sacrificial wine.
"Grand Sacrificial Wine, aren't you really worried that Jiang Yan will take away the Emperor's Bell?" Yan Jianyuan asked.
"If you are a dignified Doctor of the Five Classics, if you can't control your emotions, you are making people laugh," the great priest scolded him.
"The student knows his mistake, but after so many years of practice, he still cannot be happy with things and sad with himself."
"Don't worry, he can't take the Emperor's Bell with him."
"But there are so many secrets about Jiang Yan that even I can't see through."
"I can't tell others, but you are the top doctor of the Five Classics, and there is no need to hide this from you. Do you know the origin of the Emperor's Bell?" asked the Grand Priest Wine.
"have no idea"
"When I and several old Confucian scholars were studying ancient texts on stone tablets, we accidentally discovered clues about the lost Emperor's Bell, which is located in Wushan.
There are records on the stone tablets that there were a group of mysterious people living near Wushan more than 2,000 years ago. Among these people was born a peerless goddess named Wu Canghai, and the Empress Bell was owned by Wu Canghai.
After Wu Canghai died, the Empress Bell also disappeared in Yuling Continent for more than two thousand years, so we old guys guessed that it was probably buried in the tomb of the goddess, and the fact is just as we guessed!"
"Burying artifacts in tombs? How can we Confucian scholars do such a thing?"
Yan Jianyuan almost made a fuss. Confucian scholars have their own code of conduct, and the Qianxun Order is engraved in almost everyone's bones. However, as a person second only to the master of the palace, Daji Jiu actually went to steal the tombs of his ancestors.
Yan Jianyuan doesn't even know now whether the emperor's bell is more important or the Confucian training passed down for thousands of years.
"Be far-sighted and learn to be flexible. After all, the Empress Suzu is at the top even among the spirit-controlling artifacts. A big crisis is about to come. The Empress Suzu Mansion can also provide an extra layer of protection."
"I disagree with the conduct of the Great Sacrifice Wine," Yan Jianyuan said in a deep voice with a frown.
"This is why it is necessary to use the Ehu Society to cover up the origin of the Empress Bell. I am already buried up to my neck in loess, and my reputation is undoubtedly mine. For the sake of the Confucian government for thousands of years, we have to bear this bad reputation, not to mention the Wushan people.
The people who live in this world have perished, and it would be disrespectful to our predecessors to leave such valuable treasures in the ground."
The grand sacrificial wine could never forget the scene after they went to great lengths to enter the tomb of the goddess. The goddess of Wushan, who had been dead for nearly two thousand years, was lying in the jade coffin, and she maintained the appearance of her youth. Her body had not decayed for thousands of years, so that they
Later, after two thousand years, people saw the unrivaled beauty of the goddess.
"The Empress Bell was a funerary object in the tomb where the Wushan goddesses were buried together. However, there was a tomb next to the goddess. When we checked, the tomb was just a tomb. At that time, some people still speculated, and there should be others who speculated that the Empress Bell should be a pair.
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"A pair?" This surprised Yan Jianyuan.
"Because next to the tomb, there are two identical boxes containing the Emperor's Bell. Of course, this is just a guess. After all, there are still many words on the ancient tablets that have not been deciphered, and we don't know much about what was recorded later.
Already.
But what you can rest assured is that the Emperor's Bell cannot be taken away by this Wenfu outsider. When we were fighting against this spirit-controlling artifact, we worked together to set up a layer of prohibition on it in order to take it away from the tomb of the goddess.
The reason why I tell you this is because a great talent has appeared in the Confucian government, your grandson Yu Qin.
After the people from the Wen Mansion leave, a few of us will unblock the Emperor's Bell and let Yan Youqin take over it."
The Grand Ceremony Wine can be said to have been painstakingly filtered. Jiang Yan had to fight not only the consciousness of the spirit-controlling artifact, the Emperor Bell, but also the prohibitions imposed by several of their old Confucian scholars. This was simply not something that a person in the Mysterious Spirit Realm could do.
After seeing the Empress Bell in the library, Prime Minister Yedi's eyes were a little confused and dull. The depths of his memory were filled with waves. There was an excitement suppressed in his heart that wanted to explode but he didn't know why.
There is a figure that always lingers in his mind, and even merges into his life, but he still can't remember who he has forgotten, or he can't remember who he is!
After the Emperor's Bell fell into the hands of Emperor Fang Xiangye, the scene outside the two people suddenly changed.
The sky and the earth reopened amidst the turbulence of the gloomy air, with white clouds and clear streams in the mountains and far fields. On the grass, two porcelain jade-like dolls, a boy and a girl, were chasing and playing among the flowers and grass. Each had a copper bell tied to their braids on their backs.
This scene records the two people's time from adolescence to adulthood, falling in love with each other, and finally becoming husband and wife.
The two loved each other for a lifetime, and were eventually buried together. The two bells accompanied them throughout their lives.
Fang Xiang Yedi seemed to have recalled something, and the Yin energy on his body fluctuated violently. Jiang Gu was a little worried at the side, fearing that he could not control his breath and break through the library.
"sea…."
Fang Xiangye Emperor seemed to have finally remembered the person in this picture. When the Soul-Bearing Bell and the Queen's Bell were placed together, the originally peaceful Queen's Bell began to tremble violently, and a butterfly actually flew out of the bell.
With its colorful eyes, the butterfly tried to fly to Fang Xiangye Emperor, but a layer of blazing flames appeared and isolated it.
"Haotian Divine Fire!"
Jiang Yan recognized it, it was the most righteous fire transformed by the awe-inspiring aura of Confucianism.
After Fang Xiangye Emperor saw this flame, he couldn't help but feel angry. He grabbed it with his big hand, and the flame of heaven and earth was swallowed up by the black mist after a stalemate for a moment.
After the butterfly got its freedom, it flew to Emperor Fang Xiangye, and finally turned into a magnificent beauty, the Wushan God and Witch Canghai.
"Yin Ling!"
Jiang Yan could tell that this Yin spirit was very weak after more than two thousand years, and even a gust of wind could blow it away.
Wu Canghai looked at Fang Xiangye Emperor's face in fascination, then stretched out his hand and gently touched his face, speaking some language that Jiang Yan did not understand at all.
Fang Xiang Yedi clearly felt that the person in front of him had extraordinary significance to him, even more important than his life, but he had lost all his memories, and his memory seemed to be locked in countless shackles.
“Who am I anyway…”
Fang Xiang Yedi was in some pain, his spiritual power was irritable and restless, and the entire library began to tremble.
Both the Great Sacrifice Wine and Wei Changli noticed the strange phenomenon in the Library Pavilion, but they did not take it seriously. They only thought that Jiang Yan was trying to conquer the Emperor's Bell. After all, the materials used to build the Library Pavilion were special and they could not imagine that anyone would sneak in.
Moreover, the spirit-controlling artifact is extremely powerful, so it is reasonable for it to be louder.
Seeing that these bricks fired from the fertile soil of the East China Sea were about to shatter under the terrifying momentum of Emperor Fang Xiangye, Jiang Yan also felt it was difficult to breathe. This momentum was even comparable to that of Ji Li and Wei Changli.
"Senior Fang Xiang...Senior Fang Xiang..."
Jiang Yan shouted hurriedly, hoping to bring Fang Xiang Ye Emperor back to his senses.
There will be another update later, for Brother Luohua