C100 Zhao kuangyin

At this moment, a loud shout echoed out. It was as though a bell had rung, shocking everyone. Little brother, you are quite skilled. To be able to remain unscathed in the army, you truly are an expert.

Hearing the voice, Jiang Chu turned to look, and could not help but be shocked. In Jiang Chu's entire life, he had never seen such a fearsome person.

His height neared 1.9 meters, and he was very sturdy. A square face with long eyebrows, thick and dense, a pair of red phoenix eyes, radiant and full of killing intent, a high nose bridge, large nose wings protruding from both sides, and a large, angular mouth.

With every step he took, he traversed a distance of at least a meter. Looking at him from afar, one would feel an invisible pressure.

Jiang Chu cupped his hands: "Brother, you guys are too kind, you guys continue filming, I will not disturb you guys, tell them, do not be so arrogant, it is not good if you guys are always hitting people."

After Jiang Chu finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave when he heard a voice shouting: Insolence!

Ai ai ai ai. Stop trying to scare people. I'm not your actor, and you don't care about me. Hurry up and get out of my way. I'm leaving. Jiang Chu was truly a little impatient. Although he had never seen a movie before, it shouldn't be like this right? Just by meeting a random person, they would be pulled over to be extras?

Little brother, I am Zhao Kuangyin, the Great Song Emperor. I have no idea how to address you. The mighty looking man said. He actually claimed to be Song Tai Zu, Zhao Kuangyin.

Jiang Chu curled his lips and said: "If you're Zhao Kuangyin, then I'm still Zhu Yuanzhang. Don't be so long-winded, I'm not interested in filming."

Little brother, so you are Zhu Yuanzhang. May I know where is Little Brother Zhu Xian from? Why did you come to the Royal Tomb? Zhao Kuangyin laughed and said. Alright, let's call him Zhao Kuangyin first.

Jiang Chu really did not want to waste his breath on them, he still had to go down to the Eternal Chang mausoleum and find that old man to settle the score, he did not have time with actors like them.

Jiang Chu did not reply, he looked around, searching for the exit. After seeing the door, he turned around and walked out.

Seeing that Jiang Chu wanted to leave, Zhao Kuangyin hurried forward a few steps and said: "Little brother, since meeting each other is fate, why not let's drink and chat about heroes."

Are you familiar with me? Drinking too? My history isn't good, so I don't know who's the hero.

Jiang Chu exerted strength through his legs, and no longer cared about exposing his strength, he instantly shot out nearly a hundred meters, causing everyone behind him to be stupefied. Zhao Kuangyin was also stunned, and immediately shouted: "This is also an immortal."

When Jiang Chu walked out of the imperial mausoleum's gate, he was completely dumbfounded. There were thousands of soldiers at the door. They could not even see the edge of the room, and their armor was shining brightly.

In front of them were three rows of cavalry, roughly two or three hundred of them. Behind them were infantry.

When these soldiers saw Jiang Chu coming out, they did not panic, and no one actually looked at him. Jiang Chu retreated two steps, thinking: What kind of movie is this, why are there so many people? What a grand show.

What made Jiang Chu surprised was that he did not see the director or the film crew who were wearing modern clothes, nor did he see where the camera was.

Just as he was feeling puzzled, he heard Zhao Kuangyin laughing loudly: "Great Deity, please accept Yuan Lang's bow."

Jiang Chu turned his head, only to see Zhao Kuangyin bowing to the ground, and the people kneeling behind him. A series of whooshing sounds rang out, and when they looked back, all of the soldiers were kneeling on the ground.

Jiang Chu was completely dumbstruck. What's going on, could it be? Could it be that he had really reached the Song Dynasty? This is the imperial mausoleum at the time of the Song Dynasty?

What's so good about coming to Song Dynasty, he doesn't even have a television, not to mention a phone. Mobile phone? Jiang Chu quickly wiped his hands over his pockets, but realized that they were empty. He looked at his hands again and saw that his watch was gone as well.

Other than the clothes on his body, there was nothing else. And the Condensing Ruler? And the Flying Sword? What about spatial artifacts? With a thought, Jiang Chu realized that the spatial artifact had also lost contact. F * ck me. It was over. Everything was gone.

Jiang Chu suspiciously looked at Zhao Kuangyin and asked: I say, big brother, you're really Zhao Kuangyin?

Hahaha. Great Deity, in this world, who would dare to pretend to be me, Zhao Yuanlang?

Then let me ask you, what year is it now? Where are we?

Reporting to Great Deity, it's nine years since I've taken the throne, and this year is the seventeenth year since I ascended the throne.

Oh, so that means that it's true that we're talking about the Great Song Dynasty now?

Of course, Great Deity was someone who had descended from the upper realms, it was reasonable to not know how many years had passed in the mortal world.

Jiang Chu was depressed, why did he come here, it was better than fighting with the old man for 300 rounds, even if he was beaten to death, it was better than being beaten up like this.

Jiang Chu waved his hand and said: Alright, you guys can go now, I want some peace and quiet. With that, he turned around and left.

Zhao Guangyin was stunned. Why is this immortal talking differently than us? We don't understand much, so he said, "May I ask who Jing Jing is? I'll send someone over to find her."

Jiang Chu staggered and almost fell down head first, he said depressingly: Aiya. I'm telling you, you don't understand either. If there's nothing else, I'll go first.

Great Deity, please wait a moment. Yuan Lang really had a request. Zhao Kuangyin bowed to the ground again as he spoke.

If you have anything to say, please say it. I have to find a way to get back.

Great Deity, I want you to take a look at how long I have left to live.

Jiang Chu was stunned when he heard it. How many more years can you live for?

Jiang Chu wanted to ignore them, but there were so many people kneeling on the ground, it was not like he could just leave. Suddenly, a thought came to his mind as he remembered a legend about Zhao Kuangyin. He casually said, "This year's Lunar New Year's Eve is October 20. If the night is clear, you can live another 12 years. If there is an abnormality in the sky, please prepare for it, Your Majesty!"

Hearing that, Zhao Guangyin's whole body shuddered, and he whispered: "I would like to ask, Great Deity, what is this strange phenomenon?"

Jiang Chu said impatiently. Even if it's heavy snow, heavy rain, hail, or strong winds, it would all be considered an anomaly.

Jiang Chu's voice was very loud, so Zhao Kuangyin and the other officials could hear him loud and clear. However, no one dared to make a sound. They were all trembling with fear and trembling from head to toe.

Zhao Kuangyin turned around and kowtowed towards the Royal Tomb, and said: "Father, this son will never be able to worship here again." His words were filled with desolation. After that, he fell to the ground and began to wail incessantly.

Jiang Chu looked at Zhao Kuangyin's majestic and desolate back, and sighed in his heart: No matter who it is, they will never be able to escape their fate of death. Even if they were stronger than Qin Shi Huang, Taizu Zhao Kuangyin, or even if they were to turn the bow into the statue of Genghan [1], it would still be the same.

Jiang Chu felt a sense of loss in his heart. Leaving the era that he lived in, coming to this feudal dynasty, where should he go from here?

Zhao Kuangyin adjusted his emotions very quickly. After crying for a while, he stood up and laughed: Great Deity, would you be willing to travel with me to the Imperial Palace?

Jiang Chu now only had a confused heart. To come to this unfamiliar place and era, he did not know where to start. Hearing Zhao Kuangyin's words, he casually replied: "Since Your Majesty is inviting me, then I'll go and take a look at your magnificent palace."

Entering the imperial city, Jiang Chu was dumbfounded. Could this be the Bianzhou of our time? The difference was too great.

At this moment, Bianjing City, rich and beautiful, is the political, economic and cultural center of the country. It was also the most prosperous city in the world.

In the later generations, the Golden Light Lake was only a small puddle. In Song Dynasty, it was actually boundless. It stretched for ten kilometers, and the surface of the lake was several thousand acres. It was filled with battleships.

What surprised Jiang Chu was that during the Northern Song Dynasty, the night market already existed on the streets at night. This was for the sake of prosperity, delaying the time for curfew in Bijing City.

The streets were filled with all kinds of snacks, mutton soup, stewed meat, large bowls of tea, fragrant melon seeds, ice and snow cold elemental seeds, crystal horns, licorice cold ice and snow water, and white bean water. Everyone was dazzled by the sight, and they were not the least bit inferior to the Bianzhou of the future generations.

It can be said that in the Northern Song Dynasty, Bianjing is an important watershed in history. In this city, other than the lack of modern technology, the contents of life in other cities were almost no different from living in modern cities.

Zhang Yiping's "Qing Ming Shang River Diagram" only drew a corner of the city, and it was far from being able to show the prosperity that was currently there.