Chapter 111: News from the old capital

"Come as you want, leave as you like? What do you think of me in Spring and Autumn Academy?"
Wang Situ snorted coldly, waved his hand and attacked and threw it over.
boom!
Wang Situ didn't make a killer move, but the people of the Chu royal family were still beaten back two steps.
"Wang Situ, what on earth do you want to do?"
The person's eyes were splitting, and his whole body shook uncontrollably.
"Hand over that person, you should know who I am talking about."
"No! He is... he is..."
This person hesitated for a long time, but his momentum finally softened, "This is not something I can call the shots."
"Tell your emperor to either bring his head over by yourself, or I will pick it up by yourself. Go away!"
Wang Situ's voice fell to the ground, and the others fled outside like crazy.
This time, the appearance of Lu Chuan changed everyone's view of the students of Chunqiu Academy, and Wang Situ refreshed the understanding of Chunqiu Academy's original indulgence.
It turns out that scholars are so scary to go crazy!
"Okay, let's go!"
Wang Situ waved his hand, then pointed to Luchuan and said, "You come with me."
"The master was too handsome just now, with a stalwart posture and majestic aura, like a fairy descending, and the group of idiots can't breathe."
Lu Chuan's various flattering words appeared endlessly along the way, and Wang Situ smiled with praise.
It's not over yet, the Silver Moon Wolf occasionally interjected, every time it was just right, filling the originally a little embarrassing atmosphere instantly.
"You did a good job this time. You will be ruthless. If you kill them all, there won't be so much trouble."
While stroking the dog's head, Wang Situ said: "Either you don't make a move, or you kill all of it, don't care about men, women, children, or children. You can't keep one."
"I know."
Lu Chuan nodded, he thought so, and did the same.
"After suffering such a big loss this time, even the princes and grandsons of the Chu Kingdom were killed by the bombing. You will definitely not have a better life in the future. Pay attention to yourself and stop. But there is this little thing By your side, unless those old ghosts who are in seclusion come out, or use some insidious and contemptuous means, otherwise ordinary people can't kill you."
Wang Situ paused suddenly when he said that, "By the way, do you have any relatives?"
"It's all dead."
"Uh, who did it?"
"It's already annihilated."
"alright!"
Wang Situ was a bit speechless. He found that he seemed to be worried about it in vain. This disciple was more ruthless than he thought, and he had almost no weakness.
The whole family is dead, what else to worry about?
"Do you have any difficulties? Or do you lack anything? Tell me as a teacher."
"Master, I need a magical tool! I don't need a top-grade magical tool, just a low-grade one. If you don't have a magical tool, you can use a fairy tool, and you can make a living without a spiritual tool.
Lu Chuan licked his face and said without shame.
"Sacred tool? I want it! I call your master, can you get me a magical tool?"
Wang Situ rolled his eyes and was said to be a magical weapon, not even a spiritual weapon.
That thing already possesses the most basic spirituality, unless you recognize the Lord, or the worst will have to be a monk in the cavernous stage to be able to surrender.
"You hold these thunders, don't use them until the critical moment. They are too powerful, and they are easy to blow yourself to death, and they are very difficult to refine."
Wang Situ took out a bag and handed it to Lu Chuan, opened it and looked at it. There were at least twenty thunders inside.
The sky-shaking thunders snatched from the five forces of Chu State were all used up just now, and then Wang Situ gave him a bunch of sky-shaking thunders.
Very good, let's find a chance to blow up again!
"By the way, master, do you know the old capital?"
Lu Chuan put the Thunder Thunder away and asked.
During this period of time, he has been squatting in the Tibetan of Chunqiu Academy, reading various biographical history books, while searching for things related to the old capital.
However, Lu Chuan was disappointed and could not find any information about the old capital.
"Old capital, a long time ago name."
When he heard Lu Chuan's words, Wang Situ sighed and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, as if he was reminiscing about the past.
Thinking of running under the sunset countless years ago, that was his lost youth!
"About two thousand years ago, Dongzhou didn't have so many powers. There was only one country named Zhou. The Emperor of Zhou was called King Wu. Although he was cruel and vicious, shameless, and extremely sinister, he also had great talents. Enclosing territories, letting go of military power, and appeased many princes. Afterwards, they joined forces and provokes dissension, so that these princes kept fighting, and even suppressed the power of the entire Dongzhou in their own control."
Wang Situ groaned for a while, and then continued: "However, the good times did not last long. King Wu used living humans to sacrifice, and nepotism, resulting in the collapse of the dynasty and Zhou also fell apart overnight. The collapse of a generation of dynasties naturally attracted countless forces to rush to fight and try in vain Occupy the capital. Because occupying the capital and capturing the descendants of King Wu is equivalent to mastering the almost collapsed Zhou. But when those people arrived, they found that the entire capital was gone. It was like being erased in thin air. No trace was left."
"Then?"
"After that, the princes began to fight each other. The victors established the new capital, and the disappeared capital was called the old capital. This is the only thing I know about the old capital."
Wang Situ looked at Lu Chuan, "What are you asking about this suddenly? Zhou has been destroyed, and the descendants of King Wu have long been beheaded and killed. Is it possible that you want to find the treasures buried in the old capital? Forget it, after Zhou's demise Many people have thought of this idea for thousands of years, but the old is gone, it is gone, leaving no clues."
"I saw it by chance while looking through historical materials in Tibet a few days ago, so I wanted to ask."
Lu Chuan responded casually.
"If you are really interested, I know of a few powers that have been passed down for more than a thousand years. They may have something you want to know. But those powers are smelly and hard. They want to ask something from them. Bleeding heavily."
Wang Situ smiled, his expression meaningful.
"The master said it's okay. The disciple is never afraid of trouble, and never cares about mere resources."
Lu Chuan's eyes flickered, and he immediately understood what Wang Situ meant.
An old fox and a little fox are the masters who seem to be harmless, but actually do harm to the common people.
Once they catch the opportunity, they will never give up without tossing around.
"By the way, when you come back, don't forget to ask for a few jars of wine from the waiter. Although Houjiajiu is only learning how to make monkey wine, it also has a three-point essence. I have been thinking about it for a long time, but I can’t help it. Go get it."
Wang Situ exhorted, then turned and left.