Shi Tianwu shared with you the magnetic field rotation

Chapter 549 He is no longer the one you love.

"I really don't understand, how could you possibly admire Wuhan University?"

The peacock walked to the roadside and gazed at the heroes and warriors floating in the Qiantang River.

"Do you admire him? Do you think I admire him?" He looked up at the peacock by the roadside.

"Otherwise what? You said one minute you wanted his tiger skin, the next you said you didn't want the tiger skin but his life. In the end, you merged that white tiger skin with Wu Da and reshaped his body. Didn't you break your promise?" Peacock said with dissatisfaction.

"I'm just doing what I want to do," the roadside said calmly to the peacock.

"Brother Lu, it's been a long time."

"..."

He turned his head by the roadside, and he would never forget that voice; it was the voice of Qingyuan Miaodao Erlang Zhenjun.

"Oh? Chenxiang's mother, you're here too?"

The roadside was taken aback, not expecting that the Third Holy Mother Yang Chan was standing behind Erlang Shen Yang Jian.

"Uncle Lu," Yang Chan called softly.

He looked a little embarrassed when he was called "uncle" by the roadside.

However, the title "uncle" was not problematic in the Song Dynasty, and it was Yang Chan who affirmed Lu Bian's status as Chen Xiang's adoptive father.

"You've come to watch the fun too?" someone asked Yang Jian and Yang Chan from the roadside.

"I'm not just here to watch the spectacle, I also want to study your Martial God Stele," Yang Jian said with a smile to the person by the roadside.

"Second Brother, you're already the God of War of the Three Realms, do you still want to become even stronger?" someone said to Yang Jian by the roadside.

“Chenxiang hasn’t come looking for me yet; I’m still waiting for him,” Yang Jian said.

"After he destroyed my double body, he made me wait for him in Meishan for three years."

Do you know how I spent those three years?

"Second brother, don't dwell on this anymore. Chenxiang has probably let it go. He doesn't want to fight you, and he doesn't want you to lose face," Yang Chan advised from the side.

"This won't work."

"Does Chenxiang think that his abilities are already superior to mine, that he can easily defeat me, and that I, who have been unified again, am not worthy of being his opponent?" Yang Jian raised his eyebrows and vented his fighting spirit towards the roadside.

“Chenxiang has hidden in the Tushita Palace and doesn’t want to fight me. Brother Lu, could you do it for me?” Yang Jian said to Lu Bian.

"……it is good."

"Then let's have a match in the sky."

Yang Jian soared into the air and flew away from the roadside.

"Third Holy Mother, would you like to go and take a look?"

"I advise you not to go, and it's best if no one else watches the fight. No one other than the two of them should know the outcome of their duel," the Peacock advised the Third Holy Mother.

“Great Bright King Bodhisattva, my second brother, he has too much pride,” Yang Chan sighed.

"It's better that they've left. Look over there, do you know that person?"

With a smile, the peacock pointed to Zhao Ji, the young official, gesturing for Yang Chan to look at him.

"What's wrong? I see an aura of royalty about him; he must be the current emperor," Yang Chan said to Kong Que.

He was merely the emperor of the Song Dynasty, the ruler of one of the three kingdoms in the world at that time; he was nothing special.

"Is that all you know?" the peacock asked with a smile.

"Where is that Lu Junyi over there?" Kong Que pointed to Lu Junyi, whom Yang Chan had met before.

"You can't say that," Yang Chan said seriously.

"it is good."

"Have you heard any rumors about this young Master Zhao, Third Holy Mother?" Peacock turned her attention back to Zhao Ji.

“I heard in Hangzhou that when Zhao Guanren was born, his father dreamed that Li Yu, the last ruler of the Southern Tang Dynasty, came to visit him. Some people say that he is the reincarnation of Li Yu,” Yang Chan said.

"You didn't hear the whole story. The last ruler of the Southern Tang Dynasty told Emperor Shenzong that this young man was a hundred times more talented and romantic than him. Could he be the reincarnation of the last ruler of the Southern Tang Dynasty?" Peacock said.

"Oh." Yang Chan was puzzled. "Don't you think about why I'm telling you all this?" Kong Que squinted at Yang Chan.

“Great Bright King Bodhisattva, I cannot guess what you are thinking,” Yang Chan said.

"Okay, I'll just get straight to the point."

"Master Zhao is the reincarnation of Liu Yanchang."

Peacock's words were like a nuclear bomb exploding in Yang Chan's heart, leaving her mind blank.

"Otherwise, who else in this world could marry the sister of Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun simply because of their literary talent?"

"Yes, that's what I came here for." Peacock felt she was about to burst out laughing.

Yang Chan slowly came to her senses, her face turning serious.

“He has been reincarnated, and we have no further connection,” Yang Chan said.

"But he was reincarnated as the Emperor of the Song Dynasty because he was Liu Yanchang in this life."

Emperor Shenzong had fourteen sons, eight of whom died young. After his death, he passed the throne to his son Zhao Xu.

“Zhao Xu died without an heir. According to age, Prince Shen, Zhao Bi, should be the heir; according to the system, his younger brother, Zhao Si, should be the heir. It is not the turn of this frivolous Prince Duan, Zhao Ji.”

"But it was precisely because of this that he ascended to the throne."

"If it weren't for Wang Jin being taught by the roadside and stirring up the world, Master Zhao would have been burdened with the destiny of overthrowing the Song Dynasty."

As Kong Que spoke, Yang Chan's expression grew increasingly grim.

"The descent of the 108 constellations to the mortal realm was a preordained event in the upper realm, but Zhao Ji's decision was made on a whim."

As the peacock spoke, it looked up at the sky.

"There's something else you don't know."

"Zhao Ji had a trusted eunuch whose name was also Yang Jian."

Yang Chan's face turned into a black shadow.

She didn't need to think too much; these were things done by Erlang Shen, whose divine essence had already dissipated, and had little to do with the current Erlang Zhenjun, who was based on his personality.

But she's really angry now.

Yang Chan got up and flew towards the Martial God Stele, no longer using her magic to conceal her figure, and appeared before the mortals.

A celestial maiden descending to earth?

Emperor Huizong of Tang was keeping a close eye on the magnetic field and the situation in the Qiantang River tide when he suddenly saw the Third Holy Mother Yang Chan, her face covered by a white veil, gracefully land in front of the Martial God Stele.

Yang Chan gently stroked the Martial God Stele, instantly sensing the rotation of the magnetic field, her mind immersed in it.

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"...The human spirit loves purity, but the mind disturbs it; the human heart loves tranquility, but desires pull it away. If one can constantly dispel desires, the heart will naturally be tranquil; if one can purify the heart, the spirit will naturally be pure; naturally, the six desires will not arise, and the three poisons will be eliminated."

Laozi opened his eyes and looked at Chenxiang.

He raised the whisk in his hand and struck Chenxiang hard on the forehead.

Chenxiang slightly raised his head and looked at Laozi.

Lao Jun's whisk didn't hurt him at all when it hit his head. To Chen Xiang, it was as if his master was reminding him that he had been caught slacking off.

"Why aren't you paying attention to my sermon?" Laozi asked Chenxiang with a stern face.

“Master, I just sensed my mother,” Chenxiang replied.

"Your mother? What happened to her?"

Lao Jun pinched his fingers together, and his expression turned strange.

"The reason why they cannot do so is that their minds are not clear and their desires are not eliminated; those who can eliminate them do so by: looking inward at their minds, and finding that their minds have no minds; looking outward at their forms, and finding that their forms have no forms; looking afar at things, and finding that things have no things..."

Laozi closed his eyes and continued chanting, regardless of whether Chenxiang was paying attention to his chanting.

(End of this chapter)