Along the way, the scholar had been wondering why Seventh Uncle, who had agreed to help him, did not show up and let him be captured by Guo Zi.
He already had an ominous feeling in his heart, but he kept comforting himself in his heart.
However, seeing that the middle-aged man in white was also captured, the young scholar's heart sank to the bottom.
Hui Tianyu was also secretly shocked.
His Sect Master, Guo Zi, had long gone down the mountain to observe in secret and prevent enemies from kidnapping the Hanshan school disciples at the foot of the mountain.
Therefore, Hui Tianyu was not surprised that Guo Zi showed up and captured the young scholar.
However, now it seemed that not only Guo Zi, but even Chen Jiezhi was secretly watching over him.
Therefore, it was a situation where the mantis stalked the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, and the hunter was even further behind.
If not for this, Guo Zi alone would not have been able to take down the scholar and the middle-aged man in white.
The scholar called him "Seventh Uncle", and this middle-aged man in white was secretly holding the fort for him. His strength was probably above the scholar's.
Mr. Dark Cloud just said that they were from the Cheng family?
When the one-eyed young man thought of this, his expression became even more serious.
Eastern Tang had three academies, four schools, five sects, and six families. The "six families" referred to the current six great aristocratic families.
There used to be nine great families, and the Chen family was also one of them.
Later, with the suppression of Eastern Tang royalty, the three aristocratic families, including the Chen family, withered.
Naturally, the royal family did not suppress them blindly. Instead, they roped them in and divided them.
Among the remaining six aristocratic families, the Cheng family was very close to the royal family.
The current Eastern Tang heir's mother's family was the Cheng family's Li family.
Among the six aristocratic families, the Sikong, Zheng, and Hu families were established and passed down martial arts.
As for the Cheng, He, and Zhao families, they were all Confucian.
He remembered that Senior Dark Cloud had mentioned that the Xuanwu General, Du Kun, was the heir's man, and the Cheng family was the heir's mother's family … Hui Tianyu thought.
In the main hall, Mr. Dark Cloud's expression was calm.
"A Fourth Realm cultivator and a Fifth Realm cultivator dares to behave atrociously in Chang'an?"
The third realm of the Confucian school was known as Body Cultivation. One's talent was manifested externally, nourishing the mind internally, strengthening the body externally, and nourishing the mind externally.
At the same time, at this level, Confucian cultivators would be able to combine their talent with literature and ink. They would be able to draw flowers from the brush and strategize on paper.
This was not a derogatory term. Instead, it referred to the fact that the brush and ink of the Confucian Dao could be turned into spells and subdued weapons.
However, although the mystical abilities of the Confucian school were profound, there was a limit to how quickly they could be executed through the use of brush and ink.
And when one reached the fourth realm of the Confucian school, the realm of the Qi Family, they would possess the miraculous ability to verbalize a passage. They would not need to borrow a pen and ink, but could directly verbalize a passage and manifest its mysteriousness.
At the same time, it was overflowing with talent, allowing one to glide in the air for a short period of time.
Just now, the young scholar was reciting poems and transforming them into wind blades and frost swords to attack Hui Tianyu.
It was only because he had the ancient sword to protect himself that he dared to stand in place and confront Hui Tianyu head-on.
According to Zhang Dongyun's personal understanding, if the Confucian cultivators of this world were to fight with others, their techniques would be somewhat extreme.
If he were to use the experience of playing games in his previous life, he would have a literary talent and be able to command the Spiritual Qi of the world to move. If he were to successfully attack, he would be able to use one powerful move after another. Whether it was damage or control, they would be extremely impressive.
But on the other hand, the preparation time before using a move was very long, and it could be interrupted, making it easy to be ambushed.
And that white-clothed middle-aged man was at the fifth realm of the Confucian school, a cultivator who had already achieved the Literary Courage.
After cultivating the Literary Courage, one's tongue would be like spring thunder, and one's chest would be filled with righteousness. One would be able to make ghosts and gods retreat, and one would be able to ascend to the clouds and ride the wind.
With the Spring Thunder Divine Ability, the Confucian cultivators could finally fight with their enemies without having to use brush and ink to recite poems.
But comparatively speaking, if one wanted to have considerable power, they still had to rely on brush and ink to recite poems.
Using the words of Zhang Dongyun from his previous life, it would be better to recite and recite a passage than to instantly cast a spell.
Of course, there were exceptions.
For example, people like Shen Herong …
In Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun's imagination was running wild. The projection of Mr. Dark Cloud was still expressionless.
At this moment, the black-clothed old man's gaze was indifferent as he glanced at the white-clothed middle-aged man and the young scholar in front of him.
The uncle and nephew of the Cheng Family only wanted to laugh bitterly.
Even the sixth realm Xuanwu General Du Kun and his army had been defeated. One of them was at the fourth realm and the other was at the fifth realm. The two of them were indeed not qualified to behave atrociously in Chang 'an City.
But we didn't go to Chang 'an City either!
We didn't even enter the Longling Mountain Range. We just walked around the Qinzhou Prefecture at the foot of the mountain.
It turned out that the Qinzhou Prefecture of Longbei County in the Eastern Tang was also Chang 'an City's territory.
It was precisely because they didn't want to alarm the experts in Chang 'an that they only gathered information from the periphery. They didn't even go up the mountain.
In the end, the Hanshan school disciples scattered at the foot of the mountain were actually bait.
Chen Jiezhi and Guo Zi, one at the sixth realm and the other at the fifth realm, were lying in ambush in the dark.
The scholar even suspected that if the Cheng Family had a third expert on their side, the other party would also send out even more experts.
It wasn't just him. Even Hui Tianyu, Guo Zi, and Chen Jiezhi were guessing in their hearts.
Logically speaking, they were just scouting the situation at the periphery. It was already a waste of talent to send two Confucian experts, one at the fourth realm and the other at the fifth realm, to take action personally.
In the end, the fifth realm Guo Zi and the sixth realm Chen Jiezhi were lying in ambush.
In that case, if the Cheng Family had sixth realm or seventh realm experts appear, wouldn't there also be seventh realm and eighth realm experts lying in wait here?
Looking at the unfathomable Mr. Dark Cloud and thinking about that even more mysterious and lofty His Majesty, everyone felt uncertain in their hearts.
"You all have done well. Now, each of you go back to your own duties."
The black-clothed old man calmly instructed.
Hui Tianyu, Guo Zi, and Chen Jiezhi acknowledged and left the main hall.
The uncle and nephew of the Cheng Family were left feeling uneasy.
"The Cheng Family is still waiting for your repayment, right?" Mr. Dark Cloud smiled faintly. "Hurry up, what are you waiting for?"
The scholar and the middle-aged man in white were both stunned. "What are you planning to do? Ask the family to ransom us? "
"No." Mr. Dark Cloud smiled and said, "I'm telling them that Chang 'an isn't strong, but its potential is astonishing. It's better to send experts early and eliminate it before it sprouts."
The uncle and nephew of the Cheng Family were stunned at first, then a chill ran from the bottom of their feet to the top of their heads.
A trap!
This was a treacherous trap!
"You're dreaming!" The young scholar rebuked angrily. "I'd rather die than let you have your way!"
The middle-aged man in white beside him didn't say anything, but his gaze was even more steady and determined.
Mr. Dark Cloud didn't mind. "No, you're dreaming."
The two opposite him were stunned.
Mr. Dark Cloud's finger was already on their foreheads.
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