After hearing the news from the Lingxiao school, the first thought in Zhang Dongyun's mind was,
"So good?"
In the Daming Palace, the Castellan slid down to his knees again and clenched his fists.
"Beautiful!"
His projected Mr. Dark Cloud's tone was still as calm as ever. "It doesn't matter how many of them come."
The middle-aged man was surprised again, but he didn't show it on his face. He just saluted respectfully.
"Sir, you're so confident. I'm worrying too much."
Mr. Dark Cloud waved his hand. "Malicious people will bring disaster to them. As for friends with good intentions …"
He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him. "… Chang 'an welcomes you."
The middle-aged man was overjoyed and secretly let out a sigh of relief. "To be able to obtain Mister's friendship, this trip was not in vain."
He looked at Mr. Dark Cloud in front of him and asked tentatively, "May I have the honor of meeting your Castellan?"
"His Majesty will summon you when he wants to," Mr. Dark Cloud said calmly.
The man nodded and didn't say anything else.
After chatting for a while, the middle-aged man asked, "Our school is located in the Northern Region and is far away from Chang 'an. It's inconvenient to communicate with each other. Can we leave someone in the city to settle down?"
"His Majesty is magnanimous and tolerant. Anyone can settle down in Chang 'an." Mr. Dark Cloud smiled. "As long as he follows the rules here."
The man lowered his head. "Of course. Please take care of me in the future."
"No problem." Mr. Dark Cloud nodded casually.
There were other people waiting outside the Lingxiao school. The middle-aged man excused himself and went out to explain to his fellow disciples.
The young man looked at the middle-aged man and hurried to greet him. "Uncle Ren, how was it?"
The Lingxiao school elder, Ren Yichao, said, "The other party was a little arrogant, but everything went well. After all, we have a common enemy."
The young disciple wanted to say something but stopped.
Ren Yichao, who looked like a middle-aged man, glanced at him. "What's wrong?"
"Martial Uncle Ren, do you think this Chang 'an will become another Eastern Tang Li Dynasty in the future?" The young disciple asked hesitantly.
Lingxiao school was located in the snowy mountains in the northeast of Eastern Tang. It was almost like a local tyrant.
Later on, because they were dissatisfied with the increasing Eastern Tang royalty, they contacted others to fight against it.
In the end, they were targeted by the Eastern Tang royalty as the primary target to be eliminated. They were targeted as an example to others.
Later on, both sides suffered heavy casualties, and the blood feud deepened.
"It's not impossible." Ren Yichao's tone was calm.
The young disciple looked even more worried.
Ren Yichao continued, "But that is something to consider after the fall of the Li Dynasty in Eastern Tang. Before that, the enemy of my enemy is my friend."
The young disciple nodded silently.
Ren Yichao instructed, "I will stay in the city and be in charge of communication. You leave the snow eagle behind and go down the mountain first.
Right now, the Eastern Tang royalty was fighting against foreign enemies, and it was a time when their military strength was tight.
Chang 'an City in the northwest has a tough attitude. It seems that they will not make peace with the royalty in the near future. Both sides are still competing.
Our school has a gap in the northeast, so we might as well take bigger steps in the near future. "
For Lingxiao school, Chang 'an City was far away from Lingxiao school. It was difficult for the two sides to really fight side by side due to the geographical and spatial barriers.
But as long as they were sure that Chang 'an City would continue to compete with the Eastern Tang royalty in the near future, it would be an important opportunity for Lingxiao school.
While a considerable part of the Eastern Tang royalty's energy was occupied by Chang 'an City, the Lingxiao school in the snowy mountains could wait for an opportunity to make a move.
The young disciple left, and Ren Yichao stayed here under the arrangement of Chang 'an City.
He had time to carefully observe the mysterious sacred lake that suddenly appeared in the world.
The city itself was not small. It was located in the wilderness of Dragon Ridge, but the ground was flat. Just this point alone was terrifying.
Considering how confident Mr. Dark Cloud was and how he did not care about the Eastern Tang royalty, Ren Yichao felt that the other party was not bluffing.
In this city, it was very likely that there was a mysterious foundation that no one knew about.
Ren Yichao walked around the city. Compared to the size of the city, the current population in the city was a little small.
But the people living here had an obvious vitality and vigor, as if they were full of hope for the future.
"If you run away again, you'll be beaten!"
In a residential house, a woman chased her husband out.
When Ren Yichao saw this, he could not help but ask, "Where are you going? To work? "
He was a Sixth Realm martial artist, a General Realm martial artist. He had thousands of soldiers in his belly, and he was awe-inspiring without being angry.
Hearing his question, the couple could not help but answer obediently, "We're not going to work. We're going to school to learn how to read."
Ren Yichao was even more surprised. "If you don't go to school to study, you'll be beaten and punished?"
The couple in front of him nodded obediently.
Ren Yichao waved his hand and told them to disperse. He was full of doubts.
He heard that many years ago, there was a great Confucian cultivator who forced people to go to school to listen to lectures in order to strengthen the influence of the Confucian school. But he was quickly denounced as a heretic and left unsettled.
Could it be that this Chang 'an City was actually founded by a great Confucian cultivator?
Out of curiosity, Ren Yichao searched around the city. He found a place where the literary talent was strong and quietly went in.
Although he cultivated martial arts, he had interacted with many Confucian cultivators.
But after finding a few private schools and listening for half a day, he found that the other party did not talk about the Confucian classics at all. They only used some very basic words and phrases to teach the people in the city how to read.
Many of the teaching materials in the classes were even spoken words that people used to converse with each other on a daily basis.
Although there were suspicions that the literary talent of the Confucian school was stuffed, they were all very common things.
Teaching the people in the city to read was not a problem.
It was almost impossible to teach a Confucian cultivator.
Not to mention a cultivator, even a serious scholar would not be taught like this.
Of course, teaching people to read was definitely not a bad thing.
But was it necessary to force them?
If they were caught skipping classes, they would be punished severely …
What on earth was Chang 'an City up to?
Ren Yichao came out of the private school with a blank heart.
A convoy of trucks drove past him on the road.
The Lingxiao school elder came back to his senses.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at the trucks covered with black cloth.
There seemed to be spiritual energy fluctuating and flowing in them … Ren Yichao looked in the direction where the convoy came from.
Gradually, the mine appeared in front of him.
Ren Yichao's eyes lit up.
This time, it was not a blind spot in his knowledge. He completely understood it.
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