Knowing that Lord Zhao really didn't know more, Ito Sei didn't force him. Anyway, he already knew about the underground palace in Taihang Mountain from Lord Zhao. At worst, he would spend some effort to search for it later. Ito Sei didn't believe that in this era, there was no force that could resist his search!
But because of this, Sei Itō didn't know what to do with this world.
"This is great. Even the Legend of Qin has joined in. In that case, the School of Yin-Yang is no longer just a simple historian, astronomer, and seasonal official, right? There should be people who have mastered the Yin-yang Forbidden Arts, right? There's also the School of Mohism. That Mechanical City should also exist, right? Oh right, there's also the Korean assassin group and their secret art, the Fire Charm Art. "Sei Itō thought to himself.
Thinking of this, Sei Itō's heart moved. He asked Zhao Wang again, "Is there a swordsman from the School of Mohism called Yan Ping among your subordinates?"
"There seems to be such a person." Zhao Wang tilted his head and thought for a while before answering.
In the past, he had been obsessed with men and messed around with Zhao Mu every day. He didn't know the situation in the sect at all. Zhao Mu had used the opportunity to get many people in. Although some of them did leave some impression because of their great reputation, he couldn't remember most of them clearly.
But obviously, as the leader of Zhao Mo, Yan Ping's name made Zhao Wang remember him.
"Master wants to see him?" Zhao Wang asked.
"Yes, there are some things I want to confirm with him. But there's no rush. Let's leave here first. Let's go see your Bo Wen Fan Zeng. "Sei Itō nodded.
But at this time, Sei Itō, who already knew that the Legend of Qin had infiltrated this world, had already guessed Fan Zeng's position.
Then Sei Itō put away the Phantom Sound Treasure Box and brought Zhao Ya and Zhao Wang back to Zhao Wang's palace.
In King Zhao's bedchamber, there was a thin man with an aged face and white hair. However, his eyes were bright and spirited. An old man who looked like an energetic young man was sitting in the palace, quietly waiting for King Zhao's return.
It was Encyclopedic Knowledge Teacher Zeng!
When Fan Zeng saw King Zhao and Sei Itō arrive, he immediately prostrated and respectfully said, "Greetings, Master. Greetings, King."
"Get up," Sei Itō said.
"Thank you, My Lord," Fan Zeng thanked Sei Itō and straightened up. He watched as Sei Itō sat down across from him.
After all, this was the palace of the State of Zhao. Even if his identity was secretly the ruler, he still had to disguise himself on the surface. Naturally, it was not good for him to sit on the throne directly. What if someone barged in at this time? He couldn't hypnotize them one by one, right?
At the same time, Zhao Ya sat down beside Sei Itō.
"Fan Zeng. Which family are you from? "At this time, Ito Sei asked.
"My Lord, I am from the Yin Yang Family." Fan Zeng lowered his head and replied.
This was the answer that Sei Itō had expected. During the Warring States Period, apart from the Daoist and Yin Yang Schools, which had gradually split into different factions, Sei Itō could not think of any other family that was researching and developing psychic power.
Yes. Perhaps now, there were also those in the Legend of Qin who were proficient in illusions and astrology.
"Why did you come to the State of Zhao?" Sei Itō asked again.
"I was ordered by the leader to observe the State of Zhao. To see if the State of Zhao has the power to change the world, "Fan Zeng replied.
"So your Yin Yang School has been preparing to abandon the House of Zhou for a long time?" Sei Itō asked softly.
"Yes," Fan Zeng nodded and admitted.
This was normal. After all, the House of Zhou had declined. Although they still maintained the imperial name, their decrees could not even leave Luoyang, let alone spread to the world. As a result, even though the House of Zhou had many official positions, such as historian, astronomer, and priest of the four seasons, the Yin Yang School's heart had begun to change. They were preparing to find a new master to serve and continue their teachings.
"Then do you know the Yin Yang Arts?" Sei Itō asked curiously.
"My Lord, this subject is from the Yang School. I am only proficient in astronomy and literature. I have not grasped the Yin Yang Secret Arts," Fan Zeng said.
"Yin School, Yang School?" Sei Itō repeated.
"Yes. In the Yin Yang School, there are two factions: the Yin School and the Yang School. They respectively pass down the teachings of astronomy and literature, and the Yin Yang Secret Arts. However, the leader of the upper echelons is the same person. He is the commander with the title of Taiyi. Below him are the Left and Right Guardians, the Fifth Elder, and below them are the ordinary disciples. "Fan Zeng explained the structure of the Yin Yang School.
"Zou Yan, who is currently promoting the 'Beginning and End of the Five Virtues' in the State of Wei, is one of the prominent representatives of the Yin Yang School." Fan Zeng then used the famous people of the present era as examples.
"That can't be right. Since the Yang School specializes in astronomy and literature, you shouldn't not know any secret arts, right?" Sei Itō frowned.
"We do, but it's not the Yin School's secret arts that can be used in battle. It's astrology that specializes in predicting disasters," Fan Zeng explained.
"That's more like it," Sei Itō thought to himself.
If they didn't even know astrology, how could these prominent members of the Yin Yang School become the head of the Heaven Appraisal Bureau in the future? However, the only difference between the descendants of the Yin Yang School and the officials of the Heaven Appraisal Bureau in the future was that the descendants of the Yin Yang School of this era mastered astrology that could be used to predict certain things. It wasn't the ordinary astrology of the future that simply calculated time, latitude, and time and star orbits.
However, when he thought about it, it made sense. The Yin Yang School's last legacy only lasted until the beginning of the Han Dynasty. The successors after that were all under the guise of a few schools of thought. By the time the Wei and Jin Dynasties arrived, they had completely disappeared. Only the descendants of the Yin Yang School, who were under the guise of Daoism, were still alive and had left behind all kinds of legends. On the other hand, Japan had completely inherited the Yin Yang School of Worship system from the State of Qi. They developed the shrine system and the Yin Yang School system and even made it into a national religion.
After a pause, Sei Itō asked again, "How do the Yin Yang School members usually communicate with each other?"
"The Xian School members communicate through normal letters. The Yin School members don't know. As the Secret Branch, they can only look for us, not us, "Fan Zeng said with a bitter smile.
"Alright, you may leave." Sei Itō nodded and said.
"Yes. This subject will take his leave. "Fan Zeng replied and left the bedroom.
After Fan Zeng left, Sei Itō turned his head and ordered King Zhao, who was sitting on the main seat, "I will also be leaving. Have someone inform Yan Ping to meet me at Zhao Ya's place."
"Yes." King Zhao replied.
Then, Sei Itō stood up and left the bedroom with Zhao Ya, who had also stood up.
On the way out of the palace, Sei Itō said to Zhao Ya, who was in his arms, "The wedding is in three days. During this time, it is not appropriate for me to see Qian 'er and Zhao Ni. You go see them."
"Alright." Thinking that she would officially become the wife of the person next to her in three days, Zhao Ya, whose heart was filled with joy, agreed with a smile.
"Go." Sei Itō patted Zhao Ya's butt and said with a smile.
Zhao Ya charmingly rolled her eyes at Sei Itō and walked towards the back palace with her waist bent. Soon, she disappeared from Sei Itō's sight. Sei Itō, who had turned back into a human, did not stay in the palace any longer. He directly left the palace and sat in the carriage waiting outside. The coachman drove the carriage back to Madam Ya's residence.
"Go back to the palace and wait for Madam." Sei Itō said to the coachman after getting off the carriage.
"Yes." The coachman replied. He then shouted again and drove the carriage back to the palace.
After watching the carriage leave, Sei Itō did not stay at the entrance and walked back into the residence.
At this time, a young and beautiful female servant walked to Sei Itō's side and softly reported, "Sir, the Wu family and Great Shang's Guo Zhong just sent people to deliver a letter of greeting. They hope to see you."
"Hmm, send someone back and say that I will be at home in the afternoon and evening. Tell them to come over." Sei Itō casually replied.
"Yes." The maidservant replied softly and agreed.
"Okay, I don't need anyone to serve me for the time being. You can leave." Sei Itō waved his hand.
"Yes." The female servant's face showed some disappointment. She replied and turned to leave.
Together with this female servant and seven other obedient and beautiful female servants, they were all carefully selected by Zhao Ya from all the female servants in the residence. They were responsible for taking care of Zhao Ya and Sei Itō's daily life. They were also responsible for Sei Itō's pleasure when Zhao Ya needed it or when it was inconvenient for Zhao Ya. Therefore, every female servant was very eager to have sex with Sei Itō in order to stabilize their position and live a better life.
After half an hour, a new female servant came to Sei Itō's room. She bowed and reported, "My Lord, a swordsman who claims to be from the Mo family, Yan Ping, has come to the residence and says that he wants to see you."
"He's here? Take me there. "Sei Itō put down the bamboo scroll in his hand and stood up.
"Yes." The female servant replied and led Sei Itō to Yan Ping's room.
In less than two minutes, Sei Itō saw Yan Ping in a room with a screen and decorations on both sides. It looked like a room for a banquet.
Yan Ping was not short. He was about 1.78 meters tall. He was skinny and wore hemp clothes. He wore a pair of straw sandals that exposed his fingers. His face was cold and solemn. He seemed to be in his thirties or forties. His entire body faintly emitted a sharp sword aura. He looked like he did not want anyone to get close to him.
However, when he saw Sei Itō arrive, he still forced a smile on his face. He stood up and cupped his fists. "Mo family's Yan Ping greets Marquis Julu."
"Mister Yan, please stand up." Sei Itō raised his arm and said. Yan Ping did not insist. He stood up and looked at Sei Itō as he walked to the innermost seat and sat down.
"Mister Yan, please sit." Sei Itō said.
"Why did the Marquis summon me?" Yan Ping sat back down on the cushion and asked with a puzzled expression.
"It's very simple. I want to ask Mister Yan about the Mo family." Sei Itō smiled.
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