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In 1140, which was the Shaoxing Decade of the Southern Song Dynasty, Yue Fei should be recovering the lost land by now. That is to say, Zhao Guangyi has already been dead for more than a hundred years? Damn, I can't take revenge anymore, Zhao Guangyi is too lucky this time.

Thinking about that, Jiang Chu was struck by inspiration. Since there was no way to take revenge, he had to at least help his big brother's descendants get back the throne. Jiang Chu had already decided to go to Lin An and chat with that son of his, Zhao Gou, for him to give up the throne.

Jiang Chu thought about the Phoenix Town again. He didn't know what that place was like right now, or whether or not his own ancestors had already lived there. Curious, Jiang Chu walked forward and headed towards the southeast direction.

In just two hours, Jiang Chu had already reached the Phoenix Town on a journey of forty five kilometers. Arriving at the place that he remembered, Jiang Chu couldn't help but feel excited in his heart.

From afar, he could see the city wall. On top of the city wall, there were two big words: Chen Liu. The current Phoenix Town was called Chen Liu, and was a standard county city.

The county was not very big. It was five miles in diameter and surrounded by tall city walls and a moat. Although it was not very bustling, it was filled with people.

Walking on the streets, some shops were still open for business. It seems that under the rule of Jinguo, although the commoners do not live a wealthy life, they will not be displaced.

They quickly arrived at the biggest street in the county, Crossroads Street. To Jiang Chu's disappointment, he did not see the courtyard house that he lived in later generations.

Jiang Chu was in a daze when he heard a ruckus. Looking back, he saw a group of people cursing. The leader was a twenty year old young master who exuded the aura of a popinjay. He held a folding fan in his hand and was beating up an old man who was lying on the ground.

Blood was already trickling from the corner of the old man's mouth as he begged for mercy. Young Master Zhao, this old man didn't do it on purpose. It's just that I'm too old and can't walk steadily, so I bumped into Young Master. I beg you, Young Master, please spare me.

Young Master Zhao was obviously tired from the beating. He panted and said, "You reckless old thing, what are you going to compensate me for dirtying my clothes? If I don't beat you to death today, I won't be able to vent my hatred."

After he had finished, he commanded his subordinates, "Do it, beat this old thing to death and throw him into the moat to feed the fishes."

Jiang Chu had only come here to see and did not want to meddle in other people's business, but these people were simply too much.

Jiang Chu thought of this and shouted: Stop! You bunch of crazy bastards! Aren't you afraid of getting hit by lightning when treating an old man like this?

Young Master Zhao was startled, seeing Jiang Chu's beggar like appearance, he could not help but burst out laughing: A poor beggar actually dares to interfere with laozi's business, do you believe that I will throw you into the river too?

This Young Master Zhao was called Zhao Liancheng and was the only son of Zhao Jichang. He had been pampered since childhood, and after coming to ChenLu County with his father, he became even more arrogant and domineering. He had abused the women of good families and bullied the common people.

Jiang Chu did not even put this hedonistic officer second generation in his eyes. He extended his hand and struck out with a Divine Lightning Talisman.

This action had scared the followers silly, and they no longer cared about Young Master Zhao's corpse as they loudly dispersed. This scene shocked even the old man on the ground. He was so scared that his entire body trembled, unable to utter a single word.

Jiang Chu took a step forward and supported the old man up: Old man, are you alright?

The old man stood up shakily and said gratefully, "You are a living immortal. Thank you for saving my life. I have no way to repay you. You even invited me to my house to have a cup of tea."

Jiang Chu originally wanted to reject, but when he saw that the old man was injured, he decided to take him to his home. Secondly, he was also afraid that Young Master Zhao's family would seek revenge. If he left, the elderly might even suffer.

The old man's home wasn't far, it was the second house in the alley. Entering the old man's house, Jiang Chu was startled, according to his memories, wasn't this place his backyard?

Jiang Chu was deep in thought when he heard the old man say: "Benefactor, please come and sit in the hall. I will go heat up some water, there are some good ones in the house, I will go and brew some for you.

Jiang Chu did not stand on ceremony and turned to enter the hall. The room was not considered big, it was only about 10 square metres, with a altar in the middle with a portrait hanging on it. In front of the altar was an Eight Immortals Table, and on each side was an Eight Immortals chair.

When Jiang Chu saw the portrait, he only felt that it looked familiar, but didn't care about it. In ancient times, many scholars worshipped Sage Kong's portrait in their homes, which was no surprise.

However, the more Jiang Chu looked at it, the more he felt that it was familiar, but he just could not recall whose portrait it was. Just as he was engrossed in the painting, the old man's old voice rang out, "Benefactor, this is a portrait of my ancestor. It has been passed down for thousands of years, and it is strange that this painting is still intact despite the erosion of time."

Old sir, how may I address you?

This old man's surname was Jiang, and his name was Yu.

Jiang Yu. Jiang Yu? Jiang Chu who had just sat down jumped up from his chair, then slowly sat down again as he said awkwardly: Haha, old man, sorry, there's static.

Jiang Yu was startled, he did not understand what Bai Jing meant by that. However, he did not pursue the matter and only chuckled twice.

At this moment, a middle-aged man walked in and shouted, "Father, I heard that you were beaten up. How was it? Are you injured?"

Jiang Chu sized up the middle-aged man in front of him. He was around forty years old and had a height of 170. There was nothing special about it, it was just that its eyes were extremely weird.

Jiang Yu waved his hand and said, "I'm fine. It was all thanks to benefactor that saved me. Otherwise, I would have died in the hands of that wicked young master. Ming Shan, quickly come and thank benefactor."

This person was Jiang Mingshan, the elder's eldest son. He had just gone to work and heard that his father had been beaten up, so he had rushed back.

Jiang Ming Shan took a step forward to kneel, but was stopped by Jiang Chu. Even if he was beaten to death, he wouldn't dare to accept this person's great gift. If his guess was right, the two people in front of him were his direct ancestors.

In the Jiang family's family tree, they were the direct descendants of Jiang Yu and Jiang Mingshan. How could he dare to accept such a gift? He would definitely be struck by lightning.

Thinking of this, he instantly understood whose portrait was hanging on the wall. That's right, it was Jiang Shang, Jiang Ziya, the Jiang family's grand duke.

Jiang Chu was ecstatic. He had finally reached home, although he could not say it clearly, he was secretly happy.

Jiang Yu said, "Ming Shan, quickly go heat up the water and find some clothes to help the benefactor take a bath."

Two hours later, Jiang Chu, like a new man, sat in the hall and started chatting with the two ancestors. Hearing that Jiang Chu's surname was also Jiang, Jiang Yu was overjoyed, and could not help but ask: "May I know where Benefactor Li is from?

Jiang Chu laughed: Old man, if the portrait of the Jiang Taigong was on your wall, then we are really one family, and I am also a descendant of the Great Master's direct line of descent. I just lost my family tree, but I don't know what to say about this generation.

Jiang Yu asked in surprise, "Are you serious?" Our Jiang family has been around for thousands of years, and countless people have been living in other places. If we really are one family, then we should get closer to each other in the future.

Actually, regardless of whether or not Jiang Chu was a descendant of the Jiang Taigong, Jiang Yu did not care. Jiang Chu had saved his life, and this favor was too heavy, he had to properly repay it.

As they were talking, a child ran in. He bowed towards Jiang Yu and Jiang Mingshan and said, "Grandfather, father, your son has finished school."

Jiang Chu was startled. This child was his own ancestor as well? He couldn't help but size up the boy. Although he did not look like someone rich, he was handsome and had good looks.

Jiang Mingshan said, "Benefactor, this is my son Feng Quan. Feng Quan, hurry up and pay your respects to your benefactor."

The child was about to kneel down when Jiang Chu suddenly stood up, stopped Jiang Fengquan and said: No need for formalities, no need for formalities.

Jiang Chu sweated, no, he had to leave immediately. Anyone who came out here was his ancestor, and they still called him a benefactor, it was really annoying.