"Commandant Li?" The soldier guarding the city glanced suspiciously at the servant and the carriages behind him. His heart wavered and he said hesitantly, "I've never heard of Commandant Li having any relatives … Wait here for a while, I'll send someone to inform the commandant."
Hearing the first sentence, the servant thought that he would be denied entry. He didn't expect the soldier to be reasonable and be willing to help run this errand.
He bowed gratefully and thanked him sincerely, "Thank you, big brother."
The city guard snorted softly and accepted the other party's bow.
"Wait here, Commandant Li isn't someone ordinary people can meet. If you want to pass on the news, you'll have to wait for a while."
The soldier guarding the city said the ugly part first to prevent unnecessary misunderstandings.
The servant hurriedly said, "It's alright, it's alright. As long as we can meet the general, it's alright to wait a while longer."
The city guarding work wasn't under Liyun's jurisdiction. The soldier guarding the city could only pass on the news one level at a time. There was a long detour in the middle.
By the time Liyun received the news, he had already slept for a while.
"Relatives?"
As a martial artist, Liyun had always maintained the habit of sleeping lightly. He would wake up the moment there was movement outside.
When he heard someone pass on the news that his relatives were outside the city, he was stunned. He thought he was dreaming.
Where did his relatives come from?
Liyun's reaction was misunderstood by his subordinate. He said angrily, "Could it be that the people below are making fun of me?"
What time was it now? It was indeed a little too much to come in the middle of the night to make people sleep well.
Hearing his subordinate's words, Liyun waved his hand and got up to take down his outer robe from the clothes rack. He casually said, "Let's go take a look."
The subordinate was stunned. Could it be that the people outside the city were really Commandant Li's relatives?
It was already the middle of the night. Other than the patrolling guards, there was almost no one else. Liyun rode his horse towards the city gate.
When the soldier guarding the city saw Liyun, he suppressed the excitement in his heart and bowed in fear and trepidation.
Although Liyun was a young lad, he was good looking and good at fighting. His future was limitless.
To these soldiers, they were Li Yun's fans, and Li Yun was their idol.
Who wouldn't be excited to be able to talk to their idol face to face after staying at the city gate and enduring the wind and rain?
Liyun suddenly jumped off the horse and flung the reins. With a cold expression, he asked, "Where is he?"
Jiang Pengji and the others wanted Liyun to be a man of few words in front of outsiders. This was the only way to maintain his dignified demeanor.
Liyun deeply felt that he was right. Normally, he restrained his impulse to speak and gradually established a quiet and aloof public image.
The guard hurriedly caught up with Li Yun and bowed slightly. He said respectfully, "Those people are still waiting outside the city."
Li Yun took out his token and ordered, "Open the city gates."
The tall and heavy city gate opened up to the width of a person, and dim candlelight seeped through the gap.
Liyun's shadow was elongated, casting a shadow on the ground.
Not far away, a servant dressed as a child was looking around. When he saw Li Yun appear, his eyes lit up.
His appearance, demeanor, stature... If he was thrown into a crowd, he would be the center of attention. This person was definitely the one he was looking for.
To ensure Liyun's safety, there was a troop of soldiers behind him. The servant hurried forward, but unexpectedly, he was stopped by the guards.
Liyun waved his hand and said, "No matter, let him come forward to talk."
The servant felt as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water on his head. His agitated emotions calmed down a lot.
Liyun asked him, "You said that your master is my relative?"
At the same time, Liyun sized up the servant.
Although he was a servant, his attire was better than that of a commoner from a wealthy family.
Liyun did not remember having such a distinguished relative.
He and his honored master depended on each other on the mountain. He had not even seen his adoptive parents in name a few times. How could he be a relative?
The servant was about to speak when he heard a cold snort. The voice was not loud, but it was very clear, as if it was ringing in his ear.
When Liyun heard this voice, his first reaction was, "This person is a master of internal martial arts." His second reaction was that he was so moved that he almost cried.
"I haven't seen you for more than two years, my disciple is so impressive."
It was clearly a reprimand, but there was an indescribable pampering and joy in the voice.
Liyun was so excited that he almost forgot to speak. It was only when Xie Qian finished speaking and alighted from the carriage that he came to his senses.
He saw Liyun stride forward and kneel on the ground with a thud. He bowed and said, "Master, your disciple is unfilial. I was unable to welcome you from afar."
The person who came was none other than Liyun's honored master, Xie Qian.
When Xie Qian failed to assassinate the Zhongzhao empress, he dragged his good friend, the great scholar of Zhongzhao, Wan Xuan, and fled for his life.
Relying on his rich experience, Xie Qian and his men avoided the imperial notice posted by the Zhongzhao imperial family and left Zhongzhao without a hitch.
Just as the war in Chenzhou was heating up, Xie Qian was worried that he would be dragged into the battlefield. He had no choice but to take a detour and head straight for Wanzhou.
He asked around and found out where Liyun was staying. Unfortunately, by the time he rushed out of the city, the city gates had long been locked.
"Get up. How old are you now? If outsiders see you crying, it will damage your reputation. "
Xie Qian bent down and helped Liyun up. With the light from the torch, the bystanders noticed that Liyun and Xie Qian's side profile was rather similar.
Liyun was young and his face still looked immature. However, after several battles, he already had the demeanor of a general.
Xie Qian was mature and steady. His face was angular and slightly weathered. His eyes were as calm as a pool of stagnant water, which added to his charm.
As long as one wasn't blind, nine out of ten people would guess that the two of them were related by blood if they stood together.
Liyun sniffled. When he came to his senses, he revealed a bashful expression. Only then did he realize that he was being watched.
At this moment, Liyun noticed an unfamiliar middle-aged man standing next to his master. His temples were dyed with a few strands of grey, but he had a scholarly air about him. He had a strong smell of ink. Liyun had only seen such an air in a few teachers.
It was obvious that this middle-aged man wasn't an ordinary person. His family background was certainly not bad.
The middle-aged man was the great scholar of Zhongzhao, Wan Xuan. His courtesy name was Changzhai.
He sized up Liyun. Liyun even obediently bowed to him and called him "Senior."
Wan Xuan nodded in satisfaction. He stroked his beard and smiled. "You have some of the elegance you had when you were young."
Xie Qian was well-versed in both literature and martial arts. At first glance, he looked like a lean scholar. Only when he fought did he realize that he could fight.
Liyun, on the other hand, did not have the air of a scholar. His figure was lean and tall. He stood there like a spear. One look and you could tell that he was a martial artist.
As Wan Xuan said this, Liyun's eyes darted around. A question was stuck in his mouth, wanting to ask.
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