Chen Shuqing was known for being strict and unkind at Jiangcheng University. The person playing chess with him was definitely not an ordinary person. He was probably a professor from the Department of Archeology.
But these two knowledgeable old men seemed to be quite disrespectful.
"By the way, Chen Zhe, I haven't introduced you yet. This is Dr. Yang Zheng, a professor at the Department of Archeology at Jiangcheng University and a nationally renowned historian. Although his chess skills are indeed a bit poor, he is good at history and antique identification. It's definitely this..." Chen Shuqing raised his thumb: "Those so-called experts are incomparable to him."
It turned out to be a historian.
Chen Zhe smiled: "Hello, Professor Yang,"
"Haha, don't be so polite, you young man really dares to play chess with us two old guys, and you don't even want to give us a break to save us some face," Yang Zheng coughed.
It was very difficult for Chen Zhe to win just now. Although Professor Yang Zheng lost, he felt that the game was very enjoyable and enjoyable. He continued: "But you are so good and you play chess with others from Jiangcheng University. I haven't said much yet." I passed, but it’s not fun to win. Although I lost this game, it was quite enjoyable.”
Chen Zhe understood as soon as he heard that these two old guys had a high status in Jiangcheng University. Most people would have to let them play chess with them. With their intelligence, they could naturally see that it would be okay if they were given the chance to play chess. It's boring.
"Actually, I'm afraid that if I let you go, I'll lose miserably, so I might as well show some strength," Chen Zhe smiled.
Yang Zheng nodded: "In the future, we brothers will come to play chess with us often."
From now on... only ghosts will be willing to play chess with you.
But Chen Zhe still nodded and smiled: "That's for sure,"
Professor Chen Shuqing patted Yang Zheng on the shoulder: "Chen Zhe, if you have any friends in the archeology department, you can ask Professor Yang Zheng to take care of him. He has more face than our deputy dean."
"Of course," Chen Zhe nodded.
Chen Shuqing suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Lao Yang, some time ago, you discovered a city buried in sand in the Taklimakan Desert. What happened?"
"Oh, that was a minority named Saklar. In the early Ming Dynasty, Zhu Di, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, conquered the north and wiped out them. Even though they are a minority, they have a very developed culture and are very good at building cities. This time we What they discovered was a city they built in the desert. Unfortunately, it was buried too deep. Professional archaeologists need to clean it up bit by bit to see the full picture of the city." When talking about professionalism, Yang Zheng began Talking endlessly.
He coughed and said, "Although the Saklar tribe is small in number, they are very brave and good at fighting. It is said that Zhu Di used 50,000 men to besiege them with 5,000 troops. However, there are people in this tribe who know magic. With a wave of their hands, they can make strong winds, water and rocks fly. Zhu Di's men lost their way. Not only that, the other party pinched the sand and turned five thousand troops into fifty thousand. If Zhu Di's generals hadn't rescued him, even Zhu Di would have been captured alive by the other side. Later, one of Zhu Di's men named Cai Le The Taoist priests were immortals who came down to earth. They found a few friends and jointly borrowed the water from the East China Sea to drown the opponent's sand soldiers, and then they defeated the Saklar tribe."
Chen Shuqing laughed: "It's all bullshit. It sounds like The Romance of the Gods. I guess it was blown by someone later."
"What makes me wonder is that this is an official historical record... Of course, the more you study history, the more you understand: history books are just a reference, and many things are compiled by those in power, so it is up to us historians to analyze them. Show the truth to the world,"
The two old men were chatting, but Chen Zhe was interested. This was not made up. This was clearly a battle between cultivators.
There are people in this Saklar tribe who know Taoism. They must have used Taoism to make waves, and they have used magic such as spreading beans to create soldiers and transformed tens of thousands of elite soldiers out of thin air. However, the Taoist named Cai Le is even better, using the Five Elements Taoism breaks the opponent's spell.
Chen Zhe clearly remembered that Qin Xin told him that the founder of Guanxinlou once worked as an errand under Chengzu of the Ming Dynasty, and his name was Cai Le, and later he changed his name to Cai Tan.
The fight that the Patriarch of Guan Xin Tower personally participated in was certainly unusual, so it seemed that this Saklar tribe had some skills.
"Then can you tell me about the Sakra tribe? I'm very interested." Chen Zhe came to Yang Zheng and refilled his empty tea cup: "Old professor, what are you talking about? I'll tell you,"
Although Yang Zheng is not young and has high qualifications, he is obviously a scholar who likes to show off. He took a sip of tea and said: "The four words Saklar, translated into Chinese, mean: civilization. This nation was famous in the Tang Dynasty. According to records, it was actually formed by the integration of one branch of the Turks and another part of the ethnic minority. Originally this nation was very barbaric. After digesting hundreds of years of the Song Dynasty, it already had a very advanced civilization, including textile manufacturing, agriculture and foundry. It has developed very rapidly, and is even on par with the Han people. But what happened during the hundreds of years when they disappeared is also a subject of study by our historians. This time we discovered the city of the Saklar people. It’s very possible to unravel this mystery,”
Chen Zhe didn't care about these issues. He asked Professor Yang: "So, does this tribe have any outstanding talents, or which Han people brought civilization to them?"
"Well, it's hard to say this, but there is a very strange phenomenon. The Sakra people don't believe in the Three Purities, nor do they believe in Buddha. They have their own independent mythology system. We found a statue they worship, and that statue turned out to be "A Han Chinese." Professor Yang drank up the tea in the cup in three sips. Chen Zhe quickly took the tea leaves and brewed another pot: "What does that statue look like? Can you show me?"
Professor Yang nodded: "It's not a secret, of course. I have portraits of the gods of the Sakra tribe, and there is one in my bag."
As he spoke, he took a leather bag beside him, took out a piece of A4 paper and put it on the table. Chen Zhe quickly put his head over and blurted out after just one glance: "This is Daojun Tianyan, "
"Well, how do you know that this god is called Montor by the Saklar people, and when translated into Chinese, it means Tianyan." Professor Yang did not notice Chen Zhe's abnormality.
Chen Zhe stared intently at this portrait.
Although the person on the paper is wearing ethnic minority clothing, his eyebrows are unruly and he has a high-spirited and domineering look that Chen Zhe is all too familiar with.
It's so surprising that this god worshiped by the Saklar tribe is actually Taoist Tianyan. Then Cai Le takes action... isn't it just an open and secret fight between Guanxinlou and Taoist Tianyan? No, Cai Tan is alone. It is definitely not the opponent of Tianyan Daojun, and there must also be members of Sensheng Dao, Methodist Sect, Tianxin Pavilion, and Lieyang Sect.
In other words, the war that Professor Yang just mentioned was seen by historians as Zhu Di's northern expedition to the ethnic minorities, but by practitioners, it was seen as a battle between the Five Sects of the World and the Taoist Lord Tianyan.
Then this city of the Saklar tribe, isn't it the place where Geng Yi said the remnant soul of Dao Lord Tianyan resides?
Chen Zhe's heart skipped a beat. Is there such a coincidence in this world?
"Alas, although we found this city, we couldn't enter after we walked outside the city wall. Several archaeologists lost their lives inexplicably. We need someone who understands the Saklar language to follow the instructions. Outsiders can't enter even if you follow the instructions on a map. What a mysterious nation they are," Yang Zheng said to himself.
Chen Zhe curled his lips slightly. He wanted to go there, but he definitely couldn't go with Zhang Ruoling, nor could he go with Geng Yi. These people were too powerful, and it would be difficult to deal with them if they fell out with each other.
The best way is to go in with Professor Yang and have a look. It's definitely safe.
Chen Zhe glanced at Professor Yang hopefully: "Professor Yang, what you mean is that we have not completely cleaned up this city. We have only reached the outside of the city wall. When will you go to that city?"
"I, I originally wanted to go, but I got sick with rheumatism a few days ago and I can't go." Professor Yang sighed with regret. Chen Zhe suddenly looked disappointed: "So you're not going,"
Chen Shuqing smiled: "At his age, he still goes to such a dangerous place. Isn't it too long to live? But Professor Yang will find a few students from the archeology department at Jiangcheng University to take a look."
There must be some kind of formation in this Saklar city. If you don't understand their language, you won't be able to enter this formation.
In other words, no matter whether Chen Zhe goes by himself or with Zhang Ruoling, even Geng Yi cannot enter that city.
Chen Zhe immediately introduced himself: "Professor Yang, although I study law, I find it very interesting to hear what you say, and I like to study ancient culture. I have discussed with Professor Chen that I will not take the rest of the classes this semester. I'm on board, can I follow you?"
Professor Yang was surprised. He did not expect that a law student would interfere with the affairs of their archeology department.
Although he played chess with Chen Zhe very well, he still wanted to find someone from the archeology department, but it was not good to refuse Chen Zhe. He thought for a while: "I won't go this time, so I will choose someone this time." It was arranged by someone else. I will give you a number. If you contact her, just tell her that I asked you to go. She should give me face," Professor Yang smiled a little weirdly.
Chen Zhe took the number handed over by Yang Zheng, said goodbye to the two professors, and turned around and left Professor Chen's office.
Although he initially refused Geng Yi to search for the remaining soul of Daojun Tianyan, it wasn't that he didn't want to go, he just didn't want to be plotted by Geng Yi.
Now, the opportunity is great.
Chen Zhe called Zhang Ruoling: "Old man, please tell Geng Yi that I promise to go to that place, but I will go by myself, not with you, and ask him not to embarrass Qin Xin, or don't blame me for falling out,"