Faced with Dongtang's temptation, Zhang Dongyun directly resisted.
He didn't care whether Yang Li's identity was exposed.
Since Yang Li is hiding in Dongtang incognito, it means that he doesn't want others to know that he is here.
Even if he knew there was a problem in Chang'an, Yang Li was just a dumb man eating dumplings. He knew what was going on and would not make it public.
Unless he is willing to expose his identity.
This possibility is not impossible, but I believe Yang Li would not do it unless it was absolutely necessary.
Zhang Dongyun will also not expose Yang Li's identity.
On the one hand, he didn't want to expose the Evil Emperor's identity, which would easily scare some people away from coming.
Chang'an City should remain as mysterious as possible, which would be more conducive to the needs of a certain city lord named Zhang.
On the other hand, he didn't want to scare Yang Li away.
Now he is 90% sure that Yang Li is Murong Ting from the dark pavilion.
But if Yang Li feels uneasy about this identity, he may escape the golden wolf shell again.
So Zhang Dongyun very considerately helped his tenth brother to cover up.
Until he is sure to kill one of them...
"Yes, sir."
Xu Xingzhi was also curious why Dong Tang Hui made such a bizarre request.
Of course, as the master of the secret pavilion and the former secret mastermind, Murong Ting had many enemies.
There are many people in Chang'an City right now, and they want to eat them alive.
But Dong Tang took the initiative to send it to his door, which would have chilled the hero's heart, right?
It's so abnormal.
Or, it was actually Murong Ting who committed the crime and the king of Tang punished him?
Xu Xingzhi couldn't figure it out.
But now that Mr. Wu Yun had made his decision, he stopped thinking about it and answered the other person's question unchanged.
But the news from Rong Ci later shocked Xu Xingzhi.
He quickly came back and reported to Mr. Wu Yun:
"Sir, the people in the Eastern Tang Dynasty said... they have killed Murong Ting and the body is still there. Do we want it?"
Mr. Wuyun is a projection, his expression is as steady as Mount Tai.
Zhang Dongyun, who was drinking water in the Daming Palace, almost spit out a mouthful of water.
idiot!
Of course the person City Lord Zhang was scolding was not Xu Xingzhi, the envoy of the Eastern Tang Dynasty Rong Ci, nor Yang Li.
He was scolding Li Xuanxin, the king of Tang Dynasty.
Although there was a slight possibility, Zhang Dongyun did not believe that Yang Li was killed by the King of Tang.
The greater possibility is that he faked his death again and escaped.
It seemed that Yang Li did not intend to fight against the Tang King. The other party might force him to reveal his identity, so he died as a result.
Now, his identity, whether he has been reincarnated again, or whether he has taken the body of someone else, has become a mystery.
Zhang Dongyun even doubted whether he would take the opportunity to leave the territory of Dongtang.
However, the king of Tang was also damaged enough. Yang Li left Murong Ting's body behind and he used it to make a fuss.
If this corpse was really written by Yang Li, and if the Tang Dynasty King had not destroyed it, it would undoubtedly be useful to Zhang Dongyun.
Through the traces left on it, he can try to continue tracing Yang Li's whereabouts.
What the King of Tang could not do, City Lord Zhang could do.
But in this way, the goal of King Tang's test was naturally achieved.
In the Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun was thinking deeply, and after a while, a smile appeared on his face.
In the Tianshu Hall, Mr. Wu Yun ordered: "To reply to them, we can only replace them with someone from the seventh realm."
Even though Xu Xingzhi had always been good at cultivating qi, he was stunned at this moment.
When Murong Ting was alive, Mr. Wu Yun ignored him, but now he is about to die?
However, Xu Xingzhi did not dare to ask any more questions, so he immediately resigned and went to contact Rong Ci, the envoy of the Eastern Tang Dynasty.
Dongtang also responded quickly. They wanted to replace Mr. Mingxi Cheng Jingyuan of the Cheng family.
Xu Xingzhi came back to report, and Mr. Wu Yun agreed, but asked him to send Murong Ting's body first.
The Eastern Tang Dynasty agreed to this request.
So, a coffin was transported to Chang'an and brought to Tianshu Hall.
Zhang Dongyun checked Murong Ting's body, and this time he was 100% sure that it was another wolf skin left by Yang Li.
He asked Shen and Rong to come with him.
Shen Herong looked at the body with its head missing, and nodded slightly: "It is undoubtedly Yang Li's handiwork, but it seems like..."
Zhang Dongyun nodded: "The old wounds I left on him in the past have been haunting him. Even reincarnation and body snatching cannot completely heal him."
Shen Herong frowned: "But in that secret cave, in addition to the demon soul and wolf skin, there are also engravings of fairy trace fragments, indicating that he should have a fairy trace fragment."
"The specific situation will become clear after we catch him," Zhang Dongyun said.
Shen Herong nodded and also inspected Murong Ting's body: "He has been prepared for a long time. It is almost impossible to extract him first with just this battle."
"Twelve sisters, try starting with the Ni Gong Wan from this corpse." Zhang Dongyun gave instructions in an understated way.
There was no need for him to say more, Shen Herong said: "Yes, he is injured, and the demon soul will be affected."
While Shen Herong was inspecting, the literary talent gathered on her head, and then manifested into pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
As Shen Herong checked, the brush was dipped in ink and he wrote on the paper.
After a while, an article was written.
No one touched it, but the paper, together with the writing on it, shrank into a small ball.
The paper ball shrinks again, and the white paper turns black, as if it has been soaked in thick ink.
Shen Herong reached out to catch the black projectile and handed it to Zhang Dongyun, who then threw it to Mr. Wu Yun, who was projecting himself.
Mr. Wu Yun handed it to Xu Xingzhi again: "Send this thing over with Cheng Jingyuan."
Xu Xingzhi obeyed and left.
Shen Herong looked at his leaving figure and smiled slightly: "The King of Tang is testing us, and the eldest brother asked him to do the job for him to find Yang Li?"
"He will." Zhang Dongyun smiled faintly: "Now he is the one who has trouble sleeping and eating because of Yang Li."
Shen Herong smiled and nodded.
Zhang Dongyun asked: "How are things going at the academy?"
"The preliminary charter has been drawn up. If the elder brother sees that there is no problem, the younger sister will start rolling it out." Shen Herong handed a piece of paper to Zhang Dongyun.
Zhang Dongyun glanced at it.
Private school.
School.
Academy.
National government.
This is the fourth-level school established by Shen Herong.
However, she divided the ages broadly.
The private school is for children under the age of twelve, similar to the elementary school in Zhang Dongyun's previous life as Blue Star.
The academy corresponds to ages 12 to 18.
Although it is similar to the middle school in Zhang Dongyun's previous life, in fact, according to Zhang Dongyun's own imagination, this second level only corresponds to junior high school.
The third pole corresponds to high school.
In Shen Herong's charter, the third-level academy corresponds to students between the ages of eighteen and twenty-four.
The final fourth-level government, the appropriate age group is from twenty-four to thirty years old.
Her design is more suitable for Confucian students in this world.
Generally speaking, ten years of hard study is not enough for most people except for the talented.
It will take at least twenty years of hard work before we can see any results.
Most people enter officialdom or have some academic achievements after the age of twenty-five.
"Twelve sisters, let's go ahead and do it." City Lord Zhang decided to follow the good and do his duty as a hands-off shopkeeper.
"Those who are talented can skip a grade." Shen and Rong said, "Teach students in accordance with their aptitude."
Zhang Dongyun asked: "When will the frame be roughly erected?"
"It may take some time, as little as one or two months, as much as three or five months. The main reason is that there are too few gentlemen of sufficient caliber currently." Shen Herong said.
"Using the criteria of twelve sisters, how many are good enough?" Zhang Dongyun smiled.
Shen Herong also laughed: "Brother, stop teasing my little sister. I don't dare to set my sights higher than what I want."
Zhang Dongyun said: "First build up the initial large frame, and then slowly fill it inward."
After she bid farewell to Zhang Dongyun, Zhang Dongyun projected Mr. Wuyun and appeared in a lumber yard in Longling Mountain.
Here, a young man is leading many workers to cut trees.
He leads by example and is skilled in his craftsmanship. He has become the leader of everyone and is well-organized.
Mr. Wuyun looked at it and nodded slightly.
The current large framework of Tiangong Hall has been built, and now it needs a strong leader to lead everyone to run selflessly.
"Chen Yu." Mr. Wu Yun called out.
The leading young man, while instructing the others to continue, rushed to Mr. Wuyun.
"Senior." Chen Yu bowed respectfully.
Mr. Wuyun asked calmly: "How do you feel?"
"I have benefited a lot." Chen Yu replied sincerely: "Re-doing basic work will give the younger generation a new understanding and inspiration for everything in the past."
"Yes, these days have not been in vain."
Mr. Wu Yun said: "It's not true to say anything, it's better to verify it."
Chen Yuyan said: "Please give me some advice, senior."
"Not here." Mr. Wu Yun waved his sleeves, and Chen Yu appeared with him in Tiangong Hall.
"Whether you can be the leader here and whether you can convince others depends on your performance." Mr. Wu Yun said.
Chen Yuyan said: "Yes, senior."
He walked directly towards the crowd.
Seeing the young man's appearance, Mr. Wu Yun smiled slightly.
Throwing Chen Yu to the lumber yard was to polish his temperament and make him more stable, but it was not to destroy his enterprising spirit, talent and spirituality.
Working hard in the lumber yard for so many days is enough to show that he sincerely admits his mistakes and polishes himself seriously.
Now that he has arrived at Tiangong Hall, he does not need to be cautious and start from scratch.
What I want is to soar to the sky now and unleash my talents to the fullest.
The arrogance is gone, but the talent is still there. Mr. Wu Yun doesn't need to look further to know that with Chen Yu's talent, he will definitely be able to impress the people in Tiangong Palace.
Moreover, this young man is not an elm-headed man who only knows craftsmanship.
People who study sincerely and ignore other people certainly have geniuses, but geniuses come in many varieties.
Among people who are public, there are also geniuses.
Sometimes, even craftsmen can't follow the rules completely, and they need to use their inspiration freely.
And Chen Yu is not only talented, but also has communication and leadership skills.
Although there are many old craftsmen in Tiangong Hall, it is possible that they will rely on their old skills to sell off their old skills, but given Chen Yu a little time and a little support, he will soon be able to smooth it all out.
Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun nodded with satisfaction.
No longer worrying about Tiangong Palace, he turned his attention to the other side.
There, in Chang'an City, in addition to Chang'an people, there were also some guests.