Less than two months had passed since the first year of invincibility.
Zhang Dongyun was trying to search for other fragments of the Immortals in order to extend the invincibility.
On the other hand, he was constantly completing System tasks to win opportunities to expand and upgrade the city.
If he could continue to expand like this, Yang Li and the others and other fragments of the Immortals could be directly expanded into the city, then he would not have to bother to search for them.
However, the city was not big enough at the moment, and the time was only about ten months and three hundred days.
He still needed to hurry up with the System tasks.
If it really didn't work, Master Zhang might have to do it himself.
For now, he could leave the work to Shen Herong and the others.
As for outside the city …
Zhang Dongyun stood up from his seat and paced around the Daming Palace.
In addition to the Secret Pavilion, there should be other spying channels in the Eastern Tang dynasty. Why hadn't they come?
Could it be that they were scared after knowing the fate of Gu Hechuan and the Phantom Shadow of the Secret Pavilion?
If they didn't go up the mountain, then they should be doing something at the foot of the mountain … Zhang Dongyun thought.
On the mountain, the city of Chang 'an was changing rapidly.
At the foot of the mountain, the world was also changing.
The Hanshan school regained its foothold in the Qinzhou Prefecture, and the ferry business was thriving.
Hui Tianyu personally escorted a batch of ores onto the ship before returning to Chang 'an.
However, before he returned to the mountain, he was suddenly intercepted.
The scene was somewhat bizarre.
The one-eyed martial artist, who was dressed in martial attire and had a strong figure and a capable face, was blocked by a scholar.
Hui Tianyu quietly stared at the young scholar in front of him with only one eye. He did not underestimate the other party.
In this world, there was a cultivation path called the Confucian Cultivation.
Killing with a pen and paper was not a metaphor, but a means of killing in the literal sense.
"The Qinzhou Prefecture is under the rule of the Eastern Tang dynasty. This brother is naturally an Eastern Tang citizen and will not refuse to serve the Eastern Tang?" The scholar smiled and said in a relaxed tone.
The one-eyed young man was slightly dazed and almost subconsciously nodded.
But he quickly became alert.
The Confucian Cultivation?
The other party was indeed a Confucian cultivator, and his level was not low.
The first realm of Confucian cultivation was known as Enlightenment.
When a scholar stepped onto the path of cultivation, the main purpose of this realm was to lay down the foundation, improve one's memory, and enhance one's ability to understand. However, it was not good to directly fight against the enemy.
However, at the second level of Confucian cultivation, Qi Nurturing, the situation was different.
A literary talent would be nurtured by having a mind full of poetry. A person with a sharp spirit and a firm mind would be able to influence the thoughts of others with their words, making it easy for others to be convinced.
Although it still did not possess the ability to fight head-on, as long as it was used appropriately, it would naturally have a miraculous effect.
Hui Tianyu was at the Third Realm of the Martial Way. Although martial artists did not directly cultivate their souls, they cultivated from the outside to the inside. A strong physical Qi and blood meant a strong spiritual will.
As a cultivator of the second realm of the Confucian school, Bright Heart Embroidered Mouth could not affect him at all.
Even if a Third Realm Confucian cultivator revealed the miraculous power of Bright Heart Embroidered Mouth, Hui Tianyu knew that he would not fall for it immediately.
The scholar before him looked young, but it was likely that his cultivation was higher than his.
If not for the fact that the Hanshan school's mental cultivation techniques had been improved by Mr. Dark Cloud, he would probably not have been able to withstand it at all.
While Hui Tianyu came to a realization, he put on a confused expression.
"Yes, I'm from the Eastern Tang …"
Before he could finish, a sword light suddenly lit up, like a bolt of lightning cutting through the night sky!
Startling Night Sword!
Hui Tianyu pretended that he was still affected by the other party's Bright Heart Embroidered Mouth, but in reality, he suddenly attacked with his sword.
The Startling Night Sword was known for its speed. Hui Tianyu's attack was equivalent to a sudden change in attitude after pretending to surrender.
Therefore, in a flash, the sword light pierced toward the young scholar in an instant.
The scholar was also shocked and almost could not react in time.
He had observed Hui Tianyu for a long time. He knew that his cultivation level was higher than the other party's, and he was also from a prestigious family. It was impossible that he could not take down someone from a small local faction.
However, he did not expect that this one-eyed youth would not only break free from the influence of his Bright Heart Embroidered Mouth, but also use such a stunning sword move.
In close combat, the martial arts cultivator undoubtedly had the upper hand.
The scholar's talent surged like a breeze. His body became weightless and flew backward with the wind.
However, he had lost the initiative. Hui Tianyu's sword light was already in front of him, and he could not block it in time.
Fortunately, a jade pendant on his waist suddenly flashed.
The radiance condensed into a three-foot-long ancient sword in midair.
The ancient sword helped the scholar intercept Hui Tianyu's long sword by a hair's breadth.
The tip of the sword was deflected by the ancient sword and brushed past the scholar's temple.
The scholar only felt a chill, and some of his hair had already floated down.
"You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit." The scholar's expression became serious after the lingering fear.
He recited a poem, and his breath was like the wind.
During his recitation, Hui Tianyu did not reply. He continuously attacked with his sword, as swift and violent as lightning.
The young scholar stood in place with a cold smile. He did not dodge or retreat, and only focused on reciting.
As for the illusory ancient sword, it stood guard by his side, helping him block Hui Tianyu's sword.
Hui Tianyu saw that the other party had a treasure to protect him, and was not afraid of him even if he got close to him. He did not fight to the death, and immediately withdrew his sword.
After the scholar finished reciting the poem, the airflow changed, and turned into a cold wind. It was as sharp as a sword, and slashed toward Hui Tianyu.
The one-eyed youth waved his sword, and barely blocked the wind, blades, and frost that filled the sky.
After blocking a few rounds, he was in dire straits, and gradually could not deal with it.
Fortunately, a sword slashed from afar, and broke the wind of the blades.
Then, with a flash of sword light, it was in front of the scholar again.
This time, the sword light was so fast that the scholar could not react.
He relied on the illusory ancient sword to block the opponent's sword light in the air again.
However, this time, the ancient sword was deflected by the opponent's sword light.
The person reached out and grabbed the scholar.
"Don't move. My sword is definitely faster than your mouth." The other party said.
"Greetings, Sect Master." Hui Tianyu heaved a sigh of relief.
The person who had come was Guo Zi.
The young scholar who had been captured was shocked again.
Guo Zi and Hui Tianyu had the same sword technique.
Everyone in the Hanshan school was like that?
Where did they learn the sword technique?
The Hanshan school had such a martial arts legacy long ago. There was no need for them to stay in the insignificant Qin State Prefecture.
Wait … Was that Chang 'an?
The scholar came to a realization.
He looked at Hui Tianyu, and then at Guo Zi.
The latter was probably lying in ambush for him …
However, the young scholar was not flustered.
He did not resist and only smiled. "I underestimated you, but it's better if you let me go."
Guo Zi ignored him and carried him up the mountain. Hui Tianyu followed closely behind.
The scholar was relaxed at first, but he gradually became uneasy.
After returning to Chang 'an, Guo Zi brought the scholar to Mr. Dark Cloud to report.
"Sir, we've captured a scholar of the fourth realm of the Confucian school. He seems to be from a famous family."
Mr. Dark Cloud's voice came from the main hall.
"Yes, he's from the Cheng family."
They entered the main hall and saw that other than Mr. Dark Cloud, who looked like an old man in black, there were two other people in the hall.
One of them was Chen Jiezhi.
The other person was a middle-aged man in white. He looked elegant and handsome.
However, he looked tired.
"Seventh Uncle …" The young scholar's expression turned ugly when he saw the middle-aged man.
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