After hearing the tip-off from someone in the Lingxiao sect, Zhang Dongyun's first thought was:
so good?
In the Daming Palace, the lawn spread out, and a certain city lord knelt down again, clenching his fists:
"pretty!"
The tone of Mr. Wuyun he projected was still calm: "It doesn't matter how many chickens and dogs come."
The middle-aged man opposite was once again surprised, but he didn't show it on his expression. He just held his fists respectfully:
"Sir, you are very confident, but I am worrying too much."
Mr. Wu Yun waved his hand: "Malicious intentions will bring disaster to them. As for friends with good intentions..."
He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him: "...Chang'an, welcome you."
The middle-aged man was overjoyed and secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "If I can gain my husband's friendship, this trip will not be in vain."
He looked at Mr. Wu Yun in front of him and asked tentatively: "I wonder if I would be lucky enough to meet the Lord of your city?"
"Your Majesty will summon you when he is interested," Mr. Wu Yun said calmly.
The other party nodded and said no more.
After the two sides chatted for a few more words, the middle-aged man asked for instructions: "Our sect is located in the north, far away from Chang'an, and it is inconvenient to communicate with each other. In order to facilitate communication, I wonder if we can allow people to settle in the city?"
"Your Majesty has a large number of Wang Han, and it is great to be tolerant. Anyone can settle in Chang'an." Mr. Wu Yun smiled slightly: "As long as he abides by the rules here."
The other party bowed his head: "This is natural. Please take care of me in the future, sir."
"Easy to say." Mr. Wu Yun nodded casually.
There were other people from the Lingxiao sect waiting outside, so the middle-aged man resigned first and went out to explain to his fellow sect members.
The young man looked at the middle-aged man who came out and hurriedly greeted him: "Uncle Ren, how are you doing?"
Ren Yichao, an elder of the Lingxiao Sect, said: "The other party is a little arrogant, but everything goes smoothly. After all, we all have a common enemy."
The young disciple hesitated to speak.
Ren Yichao, who looked like a middle-aged man, looked at him: "What?"
"Uncle Ren, do you think Chang'an will be another Li family dynasty of the Eastern Tang Dynasty in the future?" The young disciple said hesitantly.
The Lingxiao sect, located in the snowy mountains in the northeast of the Eastern Tang Dynasty, was close to the emperor.
Later, because he was dissatisfied with the growing power of the Eastern Tang Dynasty royal family, he contacted other people to fight together.
As a result, the royal family of the Eastern Tang Dynasty took it as the primary target to be punished, and focused its attacks on him to scare the monkeys.
Later, many people were killed and injured on both sides, and the blood feud became deeper and deeper.
"It's not impossible." Ren Yichao said calmly.
The young disciple's face became even more worried.
Ren Yichao continued: "But that is something to consider after the fall of the Li Dynasty in the Eastern Tang Dynasty. Before that, the enemy of the enemy was a friend."
The young disciple listened and nodded silently.
Ren Yichao ordered: "I will stay in the city and be responsible for liaison with the center. You can leave Xue Ying behind and go down the mountain first.
At present, the royal family of the Eastern Tang Dynasty is conquering foreign enemies, which is a time when the military strength is tense.
Chang'an City in the northwest has a tough attitude and it seems that it will not negotiate peace with the royal family in the short term. There is still competition between the two sides.
Our sect has gained a gap in the Northeast, so we might as well take bigger steps recently."
For the Lingxiao Sect, Chang'an City is separated by thousands of rivers and mountains. It is difficult for the two sides to be separated geographically and spatially, so they can really fight side by side.
But as long as it is certain that Chang'an City will continue to compete with the Eastern Tang royal family in the near future, it will be an important fighting opportunity for the Lingxiao faction.
Taking advantage of the fact that a considerable part of the energy of the Eastern Tang Dynasty royal family was involved in Chang'an, the Lingxiao sect on the other side of the Snow Mountain could wait for the opportunity.
The young disciple said goodbye and left, and Ren Yichao settled here according to the arrangements of Chang'an City.
He had time to carefully observe this mysterious divine pool that suddenly appeared.
The city itself is not small. It is located in the barren mountains of Longling, but the ground is completely flat. This fact alone makes people extremely frightened when they think about it.
After contacting Mr. Wu Yun, he was confident and did not take the Eastern Tang Dynasty royal family seriously. He could feel that the other party was not bluffing.
There may very well be some mysterious secrets in this city that are unknown to the public.
Ren Yichao walked around the city. Compared to the size of the city, the current population of the city was slightly thin.
But the people living here have an obviously upward vitality and seem to be full of hope for future life.
"If you run away again, you may get caught!"
In a private house, a woman kicked her husband out.
Ren Yichao saw this and couldn't help but stepped forward and asked: "Where are you going? Are you working?"
He is a warrior in the sixth realm, the realm of military commander. He has thousands of troops at his belly and is not angry but he is powerful.
Listening to his question, the couple couldn't help but answer obediently: "It's not about working, it's about going to school to learn and read."
Ren Yichao was even more surprised: "If you don't go to school, will you be punished?"
The couple in front of them nodded honestly.
Ren Yichao waved his hand and told them to disperse, his heart full of doubts.
I heard that many years ago, there were great Confucian practitioners who, in order to strengthen the influence of Confucianism, forced people to attend school and attend lectures. However, they were quickly denounced as evil and nothing was done about it.
Could it be that Chang'an City was actually founded by a great Confucian practitioner?
Out of curiosity, Ren Yi searched around the city and spotted a place where the atmosphere of civilization was so strong that he quietly entered.
Although he practices martial arts, he has also dealt with many Confucian practitioners.
However, after visiting several private schools and attending them for a long time, they did not teach Confucian classics at all. They only used some very basic articles and sentences to teach city people how to read.
The lecture notes in many classes are even the spoken language that everyone uses in daily conversations.
Although there are suspicions of cramming Confucian literary talents, they are all very ordinary things.
Teaching city people to read is no problem.
It is almost impossible to teach a Confucian practitioner.
Let alone practitioners, serious scholars are not educated in this way.
Of course, teaching people to read is definitely not a bad thing.
But is compulsion necessary?
I was caught skipping class and was actually sentenced to death...
Chang'an, what on earth is going on?
Ren Yichao came out of the private school feeling confused.
A group of trucks passed by him on the road.
The elder of the Lingxiao sect came back to his senses.
He squinted his eyes and looked at the trucks covered with black cloth.
There seemed to be spiritual energy flowing in it... Ren Yichao followed the direction in which the convoy came from, looking for the past.
Gradually, the mine appeared in front of him.
Ren Yichao's eyes lit up.
This time, it didn't hit his blind spots in knowledge, it was within the scope of his complete understanding.