According to the Evil Emperor's memory, Shen Tianxian's cultivation and strength were only average.
Of course, according to the Evil Emperor's standards, the so-called average was actually a giant among men.
But at least, although Shen Tianxian and the Shen family were considered a noble family, compared to the Saint Yan Mansion, they were far inferior.
When Shen Herong entered the Saint Yan Mansion, he helped the Shen family. It might be too much to say that when one person achieved the Dao, all his friends and family would follow him to heaven.
But in the eyes of many, the Shen family was led by Twelfth Sister Shen alone. Her existence brought the Shen family to a height that they could not reach before.
Of course, how high they rose at that time was how badly they fell after Shen Herong left the Saint Yan Mansion.
Also, because of Shen Herong, the Shen family had a hard time in those years. They were much worse than before Shen Herong was born.
How did the Shen family, which had fallen to the bottom, rise again and establish the Nine Peaks Academy in just 20 years and even surpass the heavily damaged Saint Yan Mansion?
Moreover, their rise was not because of another peerless genius like Shen Herong.
How did Shen Tianxian's strength improve by leaps and bounds and become a great master in the literary world?
It was very suspicious … Zhang Dongyun narrowed his eyes.
Was there someone supporting them behind the scenes?
Just like under the rule of Chang 'an, the Chen family quickly recovered, and the Hanshan school and the Perak Dynasty greatly improved.
Or was it that Shen Tianxian and the Shen family really relied on their own abilities and were late bloomers?
The Nine Peaks Academy was established 20 years ago.
Shen Tianxian and the Shen family should have really risen earlier than that.
Even earlier, it was only a few years after the incident of the Immortals 30 years ago.
Zhang Dongyun's eyes gradually sharpened.
This time, on a whim, he asked Blood Shadow to keep an eye on Shen Herong. It was not a waste.
Twelfth Sister should know about the Nine Peaks Academy.
No, not only "know", but she also "understood" to a certain extent.
The reason why she was able to find Zhang Zhonghang, who was thousands of miles away, was because of the poem that Zhang Zhonghang had left in the pavilion.
Blood Shadow could only tell that the ink contained literary talent and was left behind by a Confucian cultivator. He couldn't see anything else.
But Shen Herong obviously discovered more.
She could tell that the owner of the handwriting was someone from Nine Peaks Academy. Or perhaps it would be better to say that it was someone from the Chen Clan.
That was why she had quietly left Longbei to search for Zhang Zhonghang.
However, she did not acknowledge Zhang Zhonghang and even deliberately concealed her identity.
Looking for Zhang Zhonghang seemed to be just to confirm something.
What is it?
Zhang Dongyun leaned back in his chair and casually picked up the paper and book beside him.
The moment they entered Invincible City, Zhang Dongyun sealed the effects of these two treasures.
Their original owners would not be alarmed.
Even if Shen Hao, who had left behind the divine power of seeing words like a face, suddenly wanted to see how his student was doing, Zhang Dongyun could still use illusions to fool him, making him unable to see through any flaws.
However, Zhang Zhonghang was not a member of the Shen family.
If Shen Tianxian, Shen Hao, and the others saw Shen Herong in Ming Yixue's appearance, would they be able to recognize her?
Could it be that Shen Herong had left them some kind of hint?
City Lord Zhang fell into deep thought.
He had completely squeezed out all the information from the blue-robed scholar in front of him and locked him up. He would not throw him to work for now.
Combining the Evil Emperor's memories and the latest information that Zhang Zhonghang had, Zhang Dongyun seriously planned his future arrangements.
The next day, Shen Herong returned to Chang 'an.
"Big Brother, Little Sister is back." Shen Herong's expression was calm as if nothing had happened.
"There's still no hostility or malice …" Zhang Dongyun quickly made a judgment with the help of the system.
But it was precisely because of this that he muttered in his heart.
"Compared to before, your state of mind has changed."
Zhang Dongyun looked at Shen Herong in the form of a little girl and said slowly, "You're not going to stay in the seventh realm anymore?"
"I'm going to relax a little." Shen Herong smiled. "As for the realm of cultivation, Little Sister plans to go slowly and steadily this time. But no matter how slow and steady it is, there will be an end, right?"
As she spoke, rich literary talent surged around her body.
This illusory literary talent turned into a faint brilliance.
At first, the brilliance was weak and illusory and did not look real.
But in the next moment, it became dazzling and dazzling.
The brilliance condensed on top of the petite girl's head and finally gradually turned into a real object.
Zhang Dongyun watched this scene quietly.
The seventh realm, the realm of Knowledge, was a Confucian cultivator whose literary talent was condensed to become real and condensed into a giant rafter-like brush of their own. It marked that they had officially stepped into the eighth realm, the realm of Governance.
Generally speaking, a giant rafter-like brush was more than ten meters long. The larger it was, the more abundant the literary talent and the more abundant it was.
But at the very least, it would not be shorter than ten meters, which was why it was called a giant rafter-like brush.
But the brush that had formed on top of Shen Herong's head was only about a foot long, not much different from a real brush.
And even more striking was that besides this brush, there was also a one-foot square of white paper, a pure black inkstone, and an inch long piece of pine smoke ink that had not been ground yet condensed on top of Shen Herong's head.
Compared to the other eighth realm Confucians, she was full of personality.
The formation of the Four Treasures of the Study meant that Shen Herong had stepped into the eighth realm of Confucianism, the realm of Governance.
Compared to other people who made serious preparations, chose to burn incense on a rainy day, changed clothes, and read through the night by candlelight. After sensing the heaven and earth, their literary talent converged with the spirit of heaven and earth, and finally stepped over the threshold to form a giant rafter-like brush, Shen Herong was like eating and drinking.
Coupled with the Four Treasures of the Study that were far less eye-catching than the giant rafter-like brush above her head, it was like child's play.
The Four Treasures of the Study turned into a stream of light and returned to Shen Herong's head as if nothing had happened.
Zhang Dongyun just asked lightly, "Eighth realm. How long do you plan to stay this time?"
"I won't make any mistakes. Please don't worry, Big Brother," Shen Herong replied.
She bid farewell to Zhang Dongyun, left the main hall of the Daming Palace, and returned to the residence of "Ming Yixue."
Only Zhang Dongyun was left in the hall.
He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.
From beginning to end, he did not mention the matter of Zhang Zhonghang and the Nine Peaks Academy.
However, Shen Herong's decision to not stay in the seventh realm was quite subtle at this time.
Whether it was intentional or not, Zhang Dongyun vaguely felt that something was on the right track.
As for whether Zhang Zhonghang's disappearance in the Eastern Tang would attract people from the Nine Peaks Academy?
A certain City Lord couldn't wait for someone to come to his door.
A few days later, someone really did come to find him.
However, it was not someone from the Nine Peaks Academy.
In a sense, it was a "neighbor."
"Western Zhou?"
Zhang Dongyun's projection of Mr. Dark Cloud sat in the Dubhe Hall and looked at Wen Hu in front of him.
When the other party entered the system's range, he knew in his heart. However, Mr. Dark Cloud's expression did not change.
"Senior, it is indeed the Commander of the Imperial Guards of the Western Zhou royal family." Wen Hu bowed and said, "Senior Uncle Han of our sect once traveled to Western Zhou in his early years and had dealings with the other party at that time."
In the Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun was deep in thought.
Longbei County was located in the northwest area of the Eastern Tang dynasty.
North was the border of Beijiang. Opposite the border was the territory of Northern Qi.
Previously, when the leader of the Dahe Longmen, "Dragon King" Li Jie, was pursued by the King of Tang, he went all the way north and crossed the border into Northern Qi.
Because the King of Tang was worried about the internal problems brought by Chang 'an, in the end, he did not pursue into Northern Qi.
West of Longbei County was still Hexi County, the Eastern Tang territory.
But west of Hexi County was the territory of the Western Zhou dynasty.
Before this, Western Zhou and Eastern Tang coexisted in harmony.
But now, the purpose of the Commander of the Imperial Guards of the Western Zhou royal family coming to Chang 'an was a little bit intriguing.
However, the City Lord surnamed Zhang did not care what the other party's purpose was.
When he heard the news, his first reaction was:
Take him down!
He had almost conquered half of the Eastern Tang territory. He was thinking about how to trigger the random guardian task in the future. Now, someone from outside the Eastern Tang came to his door.
His second reaction was:
Wait a minute.
Master Zhang suddenly thought of a problem.
Right now, his wood business was in full swing. The second source of income had been successfully opened and was on the right track. It was about to stabilize.
But the first source of income was cut off because of the Eastern Tang dynasty.
The mountain gate of the Dahe Longmen was destroyed, and their property was seized and confiscated. Even the waterway transportation line on the river was difficult to maintain.
The sales of the turquoise crystal vein were affected.
Now, it was in a state of self-production and self-marketing. Most of it was bought and used by martial artists in or around Chang 'an.
Of course, back then, Master Zhang completed the system construction task and cultivated many cultivators who had just entered the first realm to make up the numbers. The turquoise crystal vein at home was a great help.
But now, things had changed. Zhang Dongyun was thinking about how to re-establish the sales of the turquoise crystal.
In the city, he did not care about his own expenses. It was best if the people were self-sufficient and did not have to worry about him.
Right now, establishing a foreign trade market through Western Zhou seemed to be a way.
It just so happened that the people of Western Zhou came knocking on his door.
"Is Han Zhe the one receiving them now?" Mr. Dark Cloud asked.
Wen Hu hurriedly replied, "Yes, senior."
"Bring them in," Mr. Dark Cloud ordered.
Wen Hu acknowledged and then excused himself to deliver the message.
Elder Han Zhe of the Dahe Longmen, who was in the capital of Qinzhou, received the message and accompanied the people of Western Zhou to the Longling Mountains.
Before they reached the mountains, they saw an almost endless city wall on the plains.
The people of Western Zhou were shocked.
The information they received from the Eastern Tang was too vague about Chang 'an.
Now that they saw it with their own eyes, the people of Western Zhou were shocked beyond words.
If it were not for the Eastern Tang royalty who spent public funds to build the city, they could not think of anyone in Eastern Tang who could be so generous.
More importantly, there was no news about it before.
Based on this, it was no wonder that the Eastern Tang dynasty was so troubled by Chang 'an.
However, would Western Zhou be asking a tiger for its skin by dealing with Chang 'an?
This place was neither close nor far from Western Zhou.
Wang Qian, the head of the imperial guards of Western Zhou, felt uneasy.
If His Majesty had seen Chang 'an with his own eyes, would he still send him here?
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