"Well, why did this man have such a big reaction when he saw me? He actually shouted out the word 'Li'. Does he know me?"
Li Yan's thoughts immediately changed, but the expression on his face only revealed a look of confusion at just the right moment, so that others didn't realize that there was anything unusual about him at all.
Li Yan knew that every mortal dynasty would have immortal cultivators in charge, and the imperial dynasty was no exception, and it belonged to the Immortal Cultivating Force under the jurisdiction of the Sprite Sect.
For such trivial matters, the Demon Sect would certainly not personally send people to guard it, so those who protected the royal family within the dynasty were disciples sent by some nearby immortal cultivating forces.
Therefore, Li Yan's first thought was whether his identity was exposed and was spread by these monks.
But then he felt that it was impossible. There were not many people in the Demon Sect who knew him, and now more than half of them had died.
He also knew the details of the remaining people, but none of them came from the imperial dynasty.
And besides people like Bailiyuan, how could some people who may know themselves spread their portraits randomly?
And when Li Yan came out to practice, except for Zhao Min, even his master Wei Zhongran didn't know where he went!
Li Yan also looked at the old man carefully. At first glance, he was shocked. He actually felt that the other man's face seemed familiar.
"Is he a descendant of someone I know?"
Memories flooded Li Yan's mind for a while, and he quickly recalled familiar and related impressions about this person.
He can first be sure that the other party is definitely not a descendant of their Li family, because he has not felt a trace of blood connection from the other party.
Li Yan's thoughts flashed through the memories of Marshal Hong, Division Chief Ji, Chen An, Li Yin, and even some people he had met in the army such as Liu Chengyong, whom he had dealt with.
But this old man's appearance was obviously not like those of his own.
The effeminate middle-aged men were shocked when they saw their general's expression and quickly locked onto Li Yan's position.
Obviously the general saw that there was something wrong with this young man, otherwise, how could he be so out of sorts with his state of mind.
And just when everyone had different reactions, Cui Guogong also realized his gaffe, and he forced himself to suppress the shock in his heart.
His eyes looked carefully at Li Yan again, and he could only feel more and more shocked.
"Your name is...Zhang Ming?"
He slowly sat down again and asked in a strange tone.
"I've met the Duke, I'm Zhang Ming!"
Hearing Li Yan speak again, Cui Guogong's heart, which had just calmed down, became turbulent again.
"That's right, I can't remember it wrong. This voice just lacks the majesty when giving orders. Apart from the short hair, it is almost exactly the same as before..."
Cui Guogong regained his mood, suddenly turned to look at the people around him, and then his eyes fell on the feminine middle-aged man.
"I'm going back to the study first, Yisheng. You can bring Zhang Shaoxia here later!"
He is The words made the people who were surprised just now were stunned again. I don't know why the general had such a big reaction just now, and then he didn't even test the opponent's martial arts, but wanted to get along with him alone.
However, as subordinates who have been with the old man for decades, they knew that they must never violate the general's words, and they did not dare to ask more questions.
"yes!"
The feminine middle-aged man immediately bowed to answer, while the others looked at each other in confusion.
In front of a study room in the backyard, after knocking on the door a few times, Cui Guogong's old voice sounded inside.
"Just let him in, Yisheng, please step back."
"Zhang Shaoxia, please!"
The feminine middle-aged man turned aside slightly, gently pushed open the door with one hand, and turned to greet Li Yan.
Of course, he could tell that there was no murderous intention in his general's tone. Meeting him alone was either bad or good. He immediately became a little more polite towards Li Yan.
Hearing this, Li Yan still had a look of hesitation on his face. Under the urging eyes of the feminine middle-aged man, he could only step in.
The feminine middle-aged man gently closed the door and walked quickly towards the distance. He disappeared after a few shakes.
The moment Li Yan stepped into the room, the expression on his face instantly turned into a look of indifference.
At this moment, near the study room, there were not only five martial arts masters, including the effeminate middle-aged man, but also more than ten soldiers in armored armor whose martial arts skills were slightly inferior to the five.
Each one of them has extremely cold eyes, with no emotion at all visible. It is obvious at a glance that they are extremely cold-blooded killing tools that have killed countless people.
In fact, Li Yan had been thinking about how his identity was exposed when the old man called out the word "Li", but he still hadn't figured it out until now.
Seeing that the other party surrounded him heavily, such a battle was no problem against a giant giant among mortals, but if Li Yan wanted to kill them, it was just a matter of blowing his breath.
Now that the other party has discovered his identity, he no longer intends to hide it. Instead, he wants to ask the so-called Cui Guogong alone the reason why he revealed himself.
If he didn't touch some of his taboos, he would just need to make some memory modifications to this person and leave.
This kind of technique can be used on people whose consciousness is lower than one's own, and the higher the cultivation level of the person who performs the technique, the more it can stabilize the other person's memory, and it will be more difficult to wake up.
Just like Shuangfengyan casts a spell on his own people, those people may not be able to find that memory when they reach the stage of becoming gods.
But once the people here reach Li Yan's limit, he will kill them all, even if they are important officials in the dynasty and are mortals.
Inside the house, the old figure was facing away from the door. He was staring at a wall. There were no calligraphy or paintings hanging on that wall.
But in one
There is a huge map on the entire wall. If you look carefully, you will see that large areas of cities, territories, and rivers are painted in different colors.
Many places are densely marked with a lot of small characters, and small flags of different colors are even painted on different areas.
For Li Yan, who had been in military camps before, he could tell at a glance that it was a military map, with various fortresses and passes marked on it.
The scope is the entire dynasty, and even some important military locations in different countries at the border junctions also appear on it.
After the old man heard the door hinge gently turning behind him, he did not look back, his eyes still staring at the huge map in front of him.
"Is your real name Zhang Ming?"
The person did not look back, but the words were passed on.
At this time, Li Yan no longer had the previous respect. He crossed his arms over his chest and answered in the same indifferent voice.
"My surname is Li, didn't you tell me? Do you know me?"
It was that familiar voice that was engraved in the bone marrow again. After hearing Li Yan's calm and calm reply, the old man's majestic body trembled first, and then turned around violently.
"Can your father's name be Li Yan?"
Then his tiger eyes were like two sharp sharp blades piercing Li Yan's eyes.
This time, Li Yan, who was leaning against the door and had a calm expression on his face, was startled, and then he frowned and asked.
"What do you mean? My father?"
When the old man turned around, he saw that familiar face again. Countless past events came to mind, but after hearing Li Yan's rhetorical question, he just raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"Oh, maybe you haven't heard of the name Li Yan?"
At the same time, he was also shocked in his heart.
"I just said that no matter how strong the bloodline is, how can the children born look exactly the same? That person only left his surname and changed his name so that future generations would not know?
Or are those people aware of his illustrious reputation in the army and having friendship with me? He is here in disguise, but what is his purpose?"
The old man's mind was spinning. This incident had a huge impact on him today. Fortunately, he had been in charge of tens of millions of troops for decades and had an extremely tough mind, so he didn't lose control.
However, he still ignored the difference between Zhang Ming now and Zhang Ming before, and his respect for him was completely different.
"Oh? Of course I heard the name Li Yan, and I happen to be named Li Yan. Do you know anyone else named Li Yan who looks similar to me?"
Li Yan's brows furrowed even more, as he already had the idea of searching for souls.
He didn't know why, but when the old man over there heard it, he suddenly let out a strange laugh.
"Are you from Meng, Xianyu, Tong, or a certain prince? Why don't you look older? Doesn't it make a certain family believe that he is not dead? Hehehe..."
Although his smile was, it was still in people’s ears at this moment. For no reason, there was a surge of blood, and for a while, there was blood rushing straight from the tip of Li Yan's nose.
"Such a strong killing intent, this is a true blood slayer."
"Forget it, let's search for souls."
Li Yan sighed helplessly in his heart, knowing that this kind of person would never tell the truth. Even if you break his bones off one by one, he may not be able to tell the truth.
He simply didn't want to waste any more time. If he found out after searching the soul that it was really related to the Immortal Sect behind the dynasty, he would go directly to that Immortal Sect to settle the accounts with them.
And just when Li Yang was about to take action, the old man opposite suddenly grabbed him with a silent claw. He was very sensitive to life and death crises.
He also felt Li Yan's murderous intention, and he felt horrified in his heart, so he took action immediately without hesitation.
This study is Cui Guogong's favorite place to stay, so it is also where he often gathers his subordinates.
Therefore, when it was originally built, it was very different from those common study rooms, but resembled a huge living room, but the furnishings were arranged like a study room, with bookshelves and ancient books all available.
The two of them were originally three feet apart, but the old man's footsteps touched the ground and he was in front of Li Yan in an instant.
A claw clawed hard at Li Yan's shoulder, and the wind blew through the gaps between his fingers. With a "whoosh", it reached the top of Li Yan's shoulder.
Three feet away, an old man moved so quickly that it was surprising, almost instantly.
If those outside saw this, they would only feel that the two of them were almost touching each other in the blink of an eye. In their opinion, this speed may only be achieved by land gods.
At the same time, the old man let out a low drink.
"You dare to tarnish the handsome name. No matter where you come from, you will die afterward!"
The old man's aura surged, and he didn't say anything to ask for help. He was all he needed, and in one move, he was really like a tiger coming out of its cage.
But today he met a real "land god", so his so-called lightning-like movements, in Li Yan's eyes, were like a child who had just learned to walk, walking towards him crookedly.
Li Yan didn't even bother to dodge this kind of attack.
And just when he was about to take action and capture the opponent directly, he suddenly heard the old man shouting, making Li Yan stunned again.
"Commander? It seems like I have heard this name somewhere."
He then dodged slightly and slid a few feet away.
But at this moment, in the eyes of the old man, his palms were still being pressed down, and Li Yan's body was still standing in place.
Li Yan's mind raced rapidly, and his eyes were fixed on the old man's face. He had felt that this man looked familiar before.
But I can't remember whose heir he is!
Because the mortal who could recognize him should be at least one hundred, seventeen or eighty years old. Such a person would not have been too old at the time, and I never remembered that there was such a person.