In the face of the Eastern Tang's probing, Zhang Dongyun directly retorted.
He did not care whether Yang Li's identity was exposed or not.
Since Yang Li hid his identity in the Eastern Tang, it meant that he did not want others to know that he was here.
Even if he knew that there was something wrong with Chang 'an, Yang Li would not say anything. He knew what was going on and would not say anything.
Unless he was willing to expose his own identity.
This was not impossible, but unless it was absolutely necessary, Yang Li would not do so.
Zhang Dongyun also would not expose Yang Li's identity.
On one hand, he did not want to expose the identity of the Evil Emperor. That would easily scare some people away.
Chang 'an City remained as mysterious as possible, which was more beneficial to the needs of a certain City Lord surnamed Zhang.
On the other hand, he did not want to scare Yang Li away.
Now, he was 90% sure that Yang Li was Murong Ting of the Secret Pavilion.
However, if Yang Li felt that this identity wasn't safe, he might once again shed his golden wolf shell.
Therefore, Zhang Dongyun was very considerate to cover for his tenth brother.
Until he was confident that he could kill him in one blow …
"Yes, sir."
Xu Xingzhi was actually curious as to why the Eastern Tang would make such a strange request.
Of course, as the master of the Secret Pavilion and the former master of the Secret Pavilion, Murong Ting had a lot of enemies.
Right now, there were many people in Chang 'an who wanted to skin him alive.
But the Eastern Tang took the initiative to send him to their doorstep. Wouldn't that disappoint the meritorious officials?
It was too abnormal.
Or was it actually a crime committed by Murong Ting, and King of Tang was punishing him?
Xu Xingzhi could not figure it out.
But since Mr. Dark Cloud had already made a decision, he did not think too much about it and answered the other side as it was.
However, the news that Rong Ci sent over later shocked Xu Xingzhi.
He quickly returned and reported to Mr. Dark Cloud.
"Sir, the Eastern Tang said that … they've already executed Murong Ting. His corpse is still here, and they're asking if we want it?"
Mr Dark Cloud was a projection, and his expression was as calm as a mountain.
Zhang Dongyun, who was drinking water in the Great Ming Palace, almost spat it out.
Idiot!
Of course, Master Zhang was not scolding Xu Xingzhi, Eastern Tang envoy Rong Ci, or Yang Li.
He was scolding King of Tang, Li Xuanxin.
Although there was a small possibility, Zhang Dongyun did not believe that Yang Li would be killed by King of Tang.
It was more likely that he had faked his death to escape again.
It seemed that Yang Li did not intend to confront King of Tang head-on. The other party might force him to reveal his identity, so he took advantage of the opportunity to die.
Now, his identity, whether he had reincarnated again, or possessed someone else's body, were all mysteries.
Zhang Dongyun even suspected that he would take the opportunity to leave the Eastern Tang territory.
However, King of Tang was also quite mean. Yang Li left Murong Ting's corpse, and then he used it to make a fuss.
If the corpse was really Yang Li's work, and King of Tang did not destroy it, then it would undoubtedly be useful to Zhang Dongyun.
Through the traces left on it, he could continue to try to track down Yang Li's whereabouts.
What King Tang couldn't do, City Lord Zhang has a way to do it.
But in this way, King of Tang's goal of probing would naturally be achieved.
In Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun was deep in thought. After a while, a smile appeared on his face.
In Dubhe Hall, Mr. Dark Cloud ordered, "Tell them that we can only exchange for a Seventh Realm person."
Even though Xu Xingzhi had always been good at keeping his composure, he was still stunned at this moment.
When Murong Ting was alive, Mr. Dark Cloud did not care. Now, he wanted him dead?
However, Xu Xingzhi did not dare to ask too much. He immediately left and contacted the Eastern Tang envoy, Rong Ci.
The Eastern Tang also responded quickly. They wanted to exchange for Mr. Mingxi from the Cheng family, Cheng Jingyuan.
Xu Xingzhi returned to report. Mr. Dark Cloud agreed, but requested that they send Murong Ting's corpse over first.
The Eastern Tang side agreed to this request.
Thus, a coffin was transported into Chang 'an and into Dubhe Hall.
Zhang Dongyun checked Murong Ting's corpse. This time, he was 100% sure that it was another wolf pelt left behind by Yang Li.
He asked Shen Herong to come along.
Shen Herong looked at the decapitated corpse and nodded slightly. "This is indeed Yang Li's work, but it seems like …"
Zhang Dongyun nodded. "The old injury I left on him in the past has been pestering him. Reincarnation and possession could not completely heal it."
Shen Herong frowned. "But in that secret cave, apart from the demonic soul and wolf pelt, there was also the mark of a fragment of The Immortals. This means that he should have a fragment of The Immortals."
"The specific situation will be clear after we catch him," Zhang Dongyun said.
Shen Herong nodded and also checked Murong Ting's corpse. "He was well-prepared. It's almost impossible to catch him with just this' skin '."
"Twelfth Sister, try to start with the Nigong Pill of this corpse." Zhang Dongyun casually pointed out.
Without needing him to say more, Shen Herong understood. "Yes, he is injured. The demonic soul will be affected."
While Shen Herong was checking, the literary talent above her head gathered and then manifested a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.
As Shen Herong checked, she dipped the brush in ink and wrote on the paper.
After a while, an essay was written.
No one touched it, but the paper and the writing on it shrank into a small ball.
The paper ball shrank again, and the white paper turned black as if it was soaked in thick ink.
Shen Herong reached out to catch the black pelt and handed it to Zhang Dongyun. Zhang Dongyun casually threw it to Mr. Dark Cloud, who projected his image.
Mr. Dark Cloud then handed it to Xu Xingzhi. "Send this to Cheng Jingyuan."
Xu Xingzhi obeyed and left.
Shen Herong looked at his leaving figure and smiled. "King of Tang is testing us, and Big Brother asked him to find Yang Li for us?"
"He will," Zhang Dongyun smiled faintly. "Now he is the one who can't sleep and eat well because of Yang Li."
Shen Herong nodded with a smile.
Zhang Dongyun asked, "What's the situation with the academy?"
"The preliminary rules have been drafted. If Big Brother doesn't have any problems, I will start to spread it out." Shen Herong handed a piece of paper to Zhang Dongyun.
Zhang Dongyun glanced at it.
Private school.
School.
School.
National Institute.
This was the fourth-level school set up by Shen Herong.
However, she made the age division wider.
The private school corresponded to students before the age of twelve, similar to the elementary school on the Blue Planet in Zhang Dongyun's previous life.
The school corresponded to students between the ages of twelve and eighteen.
Although it was similar to the middle school in Zhang Dongyun's previous life, according to Zhang Dongyun's own vision, the second level only corresponded to junior high school.
The third level corresponded to high school.
In Shen Herong's rules, the third level of the school corresponded to students between the ages of eighteen and twenty-four.
The fourth level of the school was for people between the ages of twenty-four and thirty.
Her design was more suitable for the Confucian students of this world.
Generally speaking, ten years of hard work was not enough for most people, except for those who were overflowing with talent.
It would take at least twenty years of hard work to see some results.
Most people would enter the government or have some academic achievements after the age of twenty-five.
"Twelfth Sister, just do it." Master Zhang decided to follow her advice and play the role of a hands-off manager.
"Talented people can skip grades." Shen Herong said, "Teaching according to their aptitude."
Zhang Dongyun asked, "When can the framework be roughly set up?"
"It might take some time. The shortest would be a month or two, and the longest would be three to five months. The main reason is that there are too few teachers who are qualified." Shen Herong said.
"How many are qualified if we use your standards to choose?" Zhang Dongyun smiled.
Shen Herong also smiled. "Big Brother, don't tease me. I don't dare to be arrogant."
Zhang Dongyun said, "First, set up the preliminary framework, then slowly fill it in."
Shen Herong nodded. "I understand. Big Brother, don't worry."
After she said goodbye to Zhang Dongyun, Zhang Dongyun projected Mr. Dark Cloud into a lumber yard in Longling Mountain.
Here, a young man was leading a group of workers to cut wood.
He was leading by example, and his skills were excellent. He had already become the leader of the group and was able to assign tasks to a certain extent.
Mr. Dark Cloud looked and nodded slightly.
The framework of the Hall of Heavenly Works had been set up. Now, they needed a strong leader to lead everyone to work together.
"Chen Yu," Mr. Dark Cloud called out.
The young man in the lead ordered the others to continue as he ran to Mr. Dark Cloud.
"Senior." Chen Yu bowed respectfully.
Mr. Dark Cloud asked calmly, "How do you feel?"
"I've learned a lot." Chen Yu answered sincerely, "Doing some basic work again has given me a new understanding and inspiration about everything that I've done in the past."
"Not bad. You haven't wasted your time."
Mr. Dark Cloud said, "But words are no proof. It's better to verify it."
Chen Yu said, "Senior, please enlighten me."
"Not here." Mr. Dark Cloud waved his sleeve, and Chen Yu appeared in the Hall of Heavenly Works with him.
"Whether you can be the leader here, and whether you can convince the others, depends on your performance," Mr. Dark Cloud said.
Chen Yu said, "Yes, Senior."
He walked toward the group without consulting anyone.
Looking at the young man's appearance, Mr. Dark Cloud smiled.
Throwing Chen Yu into the lumber yard was to polish his character and make him more mature, but not to destroy his drive, talent, and spirituality.
Working seriously in the lumber yard for a few days was enough to show that he sincerely admitted his mistakes and seriously polished himself.
Now that he was in the Hall of Heavenly Works, he didn't need to be cautious and start from scratch.
What he needed was to soar to the sky and unleash his talent.
His arrogance was gone, but his talent was still there. Mr. Dark Cloud didn't need to look too much to know that Chen Yu's talent would definitely convince the people in the Hall of Heavenly Works.
Moreover, this young man wasn't a blockhead who only knew craftsmanship.
Although there were geniuses among those who sincerely studied and ignored others, there were many kinds of geniuses.
There were also geniuses among those who were ostentatious.
Sometimes, even craftsmen couldn't completely follow the rules. They had to be unbridled with inspiration.
Chen Yu, on the other hand, was not only talented, but also had the ability to communicate and lead.
There were many old craftsmen in the Hall of Heavenly Works, and they might take advantage of their seniority. However, if Chen Yu was given some time and some support, he would soon be able to straighten everything out.
In Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun nodded in satisfaction.
He stopped worrying about the Hall of Heavenly Works and turned his gaze to the other side.
There, in Chang 'an City, other than the people of Chang' an, there were also some guests.
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