At the same time, Li Yan sensed two strong spiritual energy fluctuations in this city, which came from deep within the palace.
Those were two foundation-building monks. Li Yan guessed that they should be the Xianmen monks who assisted the imperial dynasty, that is, the strong men sent by a small sect under the jurisdiction of the Sprite Sect were stationed here.
In addition to the emperor himself knowing this kind of person, even the princes and the queen mother may have only heard rumors and had no idea which one in the palace was an immortal.
They even thought that all this might be some rumors deliberately spread by the emperor himself, just to scare some young people.
Because they had never seen anyone who could go to heaven or earth, and over time, they became less convinced.
The two foundation-building monks had been meditating and practicing, and had no idea that a fellow disciple like Li Yan had come to the capital of the imperial dynasty.
Of course, monks like Li Yan, or even monks with a higher level of cultivation than Li Yan, would have passed through the mortal capital.
But they all know that behind every mortal dynasty there are the shadows of the four major sects, and even with their courage they don't dare to act recklessly among mortals.
Even if they sensed that there were only two young foundation-building monks sitting there, they would not dare to come and provoke them.
Although the Secret File Room of the Military Aircraft Department is usually rarely visited during the day, Li Yan did not want to cause trouble. After all, there are still officials who come here to review files.
Therefore, he waited until it was late at night and then started to take action.
Although there would be people patrolling at this time, they would all pass by in groups outside, and no one would enter the room to read the files at this time. Li Yan still had to consider how to deal with the visitors.
After Li Yan cast a shielding restriction, he immediately sat cross-legged in a corner of the room.
Immediately, his consciousness turned into invisible threads and flew towards the rows of bookshelves in an instant, and the archives began to fly up row by row...
Time passed little by little, and in the threads of consciousness, messages rushed toward Li Yan's sea of consciousness. Ninety-nine percent of the messages were quickly blocked by Li Yan.
Those were completely unrelated to the words "Li Yan" or "Qingshan Pass", so he would discard them directly. But if there was any connection, Li Yan's spiritual consciousness would further explore them.
Those archives kept flying up, and then fell down neatly in rows...
It was not until more than an hour later that Li Yan, who had closed his eyes, suddenly changed his expression. Immediately, from a row of bookshelves thirty-five rows away from him, a file flew towards Li Yan.
Soon, it floated in front of Li Yan.
The file was sealed in a butter bag, and the top seal was sealed with red wax paint, but Li Yan had no intention of opening the wax paint.
There was a faint light in his eyes, and a ray of spiritual consciousness penetrated into it. Then, Li Yan saw an award announcement inside.
"Li Yan, the commander-in-chief stationed in the southern border, defeated the Meng army at "Luoxianpo" on the tenth day of the fifth month in the thirty-seventh year of Taishi of the dynasty. He returned to Qingshan Pass to help eliminate the rebel Confucius School and his whereabouts are unknown.
Anyone who sees this person should report it to the local government immediately. After verification, the prize will be gold..."
This is a dossier containing a reward list. Judging from the content of the list, it is the reward issued by the imperial court to find someone after Li Yan disappeared.
Li Yan calculated from the last payment date that this list was issued at least half a year after Li Yan's disappearance.
This is consistent with Cui Feng's statement that the court concealed the information and deployed troops at the same time.
Of course, Li Yan was not the most concerned about this at the moment. There was a person's head painted on the left side of the poster, and the painting was quite sophisticated.
His consciousness completely fell on the portrait in the list, but Li Yan found that the portrait was only 20 to 30% similar to himself at most.
Moreover, it has a big Chinese character face, which is completely inconsistent with my face shape.
Except that the eyebrows and mouth are somewhat similar to his own, it can be said that anyone standing next to Li Yan holding this portrait will not think that the article on the list has anything to do with Li Yan.
"The portraits on the reward list, even if they are painted by ordinary painters, they must be at least sixty-seven points similar.
And judging from the manuscript on the bottom of the list, the outline and writing of the portrait are extremely detailed, and it is not a rough and hasty outline.
This shows that the imperial court attaches great importance to this matter, and the person invited should be a master of painting.
Moreover, when making a painting, you must at least be familiar with Li Yan's oral appearance, revise it repeatedly, and obtain the approval of the reviewer before it can be sent out. Why can't this be similar to me?"
Li Yan felt for a moment that he had made a mistake, but no matter which angle he analyzed it from, the authenticity of this portrait was definitely 50% higher.
But why did Cui Feng say that he was exactly the same as the Li Yan he met back then, and even suspected that others were trying to disguise themselves?
Li Yan frowned and thought for a while, then put the file back, and then began to search the files again.
After another half hour passed, Li Yan withdrew all the released spiritual consciousness.
He had no choice but to discover that among all the files, there were indeed some records about "Li Yan's" origin and some important battles.
That "Li Yan" was not from Daqingshan, but from a place called "Yuguan City" in the dynasty. Li Yan clearly remembered that this city was in the far north of the dynasty, close to the border under the jurisdiction of the Pure Land Sect.
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He had passed there before in search of materials for refining Guiyi spunlace, and he would not be mistaken about this.
That "Li Yan" is a descendant of a boxer, and he has been very talented in martial arts since he was born...
After Li Yan checked all the information, what made him very depressed was that only one of the papers had a portrait. If the imperial court hadn't been looking for him, even this file might have been lost.
After reading all the files, Li Yan did not leave immediately, but
Just sitting cross-legged on the ground, he fell into deep thought...
In Yuhai City, in the Duke's Mansion, Cui Feng was practicing martial arts in his study. When his martial arts reached his level, basically two hours of sleep a night was enough.
He has cultivated a trace of innate true energy, and he secretly feels that as long as he works harder, he may reach a state that cannot be reached by today's martial arts.
It was already midnight, and Cui Feng, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly moved his ears slightly, and then he suddenly opened his eyes.
He reacted very quickly, and immediately pushed open the window gently with his hand. Then he twisted his waist and the person slipped out of the house quietly.
As soon as his feet touched the ground, he stepped forward and twisted his waist again, and he climbed onto the roof like an extremely light civet cat.
Immediately, he put his hands behind his back. Under the moonlight, the hem of his silver robe gently swayed in the wind, and his silver hair was as silky as snow.
The guards patrolling the mansion found nothing unusual about their general.
In several corners of the Duke's Mansion, Lin Yuxing, who was on duty tonight, and Shi Ning and his wife were scattered in several corners of the Duke Nuo's Mansion, and they were also unaware.
Soon, in Cui Feng's sight, a figure as light as light smoke appeared. The figure was still on the roof of other mansions at first. After a few shakes, it entered the Duke's Mansion.
And even masters like Lin Yuxing and Shi Ning were not aware of it at all. They were still hiding in the dark and watching the surroundings.
The figure's goal was also very obvious, which was to go straight to Cui Feng's study. But just as he passed through the wall and ridge from the front yard to the backyard, his figure suddenly stopped.
Immediately, he saw Cui Feng with an indifferent expression under the moonlight, staring at him coldly.
"Since you dare to come to my house, why do you hide your head and hide your true identity?"
Cui Feng's voice rang out in the silent night. Although the sound was not loud, it was undoubtedly like a thunderbolt in the clear sky.
Cui Feng saw the person in front of him was of medium build, wearing a tight-fitting black night suit, with a pair of unknown weapons crisscrossed on his back. His head and face were covered in a black hood, only revealing a pair of dazzling eyes.
"Oh? It's no wonder that he is the number one expert in the dynasty, he noticed it so quickly!"
The voice of the night traveler in black was a bit sharp, as if he was speaking deliberately with a pinched throat.
While the two were talking, the sounds of hurried footsteps were coming from below, but the entire Duke's Mansion was surprisingly quiet, with no noise at all.
In the middle of the night, with the sound of clothes breaking through the air, three figures were the first to rush over. It was Lin Yuxing and Shi Ning. The night travelers in black glanced at the guards and Lin Yuxing who were gathering, and secretly praised them in their hearts.
"After all, it was the soldiers brought out by Cui Feng. They didn't mess up at all when they encountered the enemy. Instead, they gathered quickly and silently!"
That's fine with Lin Yuxing and Shi Ning. After all, they are all Jianghu people, and they meet each other in the middle of the night. The enemy must have rich experience in responding to the enemy, and a few people surrounded him with a tacit understanding.
But all this was expected. What surprised the black-clothed night traveler was that the ordinary guards did not yell or even yell at all.
Apparently they also heard Cui Feng's voice, so they quickly gathered together in accordance with military regulations, and tried to stay quiet during the process, so as to hear the general's next order as quickly as possible.
"The number one master? Cui doesn't dare to be one. There are many people in the world who are higher than Cui, such as you!"
Cui Feng said with a cold tone.
"General Cui is too humble. You have been in the world for nearly a hundred years, and you have killed countless enemies on the battlefield. How can I compare with you?"
As the black-clothed night traveler spoke, he saw people around him approaching.
He suddenly kicked off the ridge of the roof and was already flying in the air. He hunched his head and arched his waist, with the toes of his feet touching each other. His hands moved like tiger claws and grabbed Cui Feng Tianling Gai.
Cui Feng felt a strong gust of wind coming towards him, but he didn't see any movement. He just made a slight stagger with his foot and turned sideways to avoid the vital point. He raised a hand, turned his palm and slapped it diagonally upwards.
Following his move, there was a "Suddenly!" sound, and a wind pillar that was vaguely visible to the naked eye appeared in the air.
Although the palm has not yet arrived, the clothes of the black-clad night traveler fluttered down from the air and made a sound.
The next moment, with a sound of "Bang!", the two people's claws and palms met, and a strong wave of air spread from between them.
The night traveler in black was shocked and flipped backwards in the air. After turning several somersaults in the air, his feet suddenly stepped on a large tree branch not far away.
The big tree was immediately shaken by this huge force and roared, and the green leaves fell like snow flakes one after another.
The branch that was as thick as an arm under the feet of the black-clothed night traveler broke with a "click", and then, the black-clothed night traveler's body fell downwards again.
After stepping on another branch with his toes, his body swayed a few times before he stabilized his body.
Cui Feng, who was on the roof, felt as if he were stepping on a piece of ice and his body slid backwards, but the toes of his feet were firmly clasped on the roof ridge.
Wherever he passed, the tiles on the ridge of the roof were cracked inch by inch. It was not until he retreated seven or eight feet that he stabilized his body.
The two sides just struck with one blow, and the courtyard was like a tornado, with tiles, branches, and leaves flying everywhere.
"You are the 'Ghost Slayer' Zhong Wusi. It is said that you were poisoned by your enemies more than thirty years ago. Unexpectedly, you did not die. Why did you come to my dynasty? Just to compete with me?"
Cui Feng looked at his palm, and there was a black mark of burning there, but just now there was no fire on the opponent's claws.
Under the operation of internal energy, green liquid overflowed from the skin under the black mark, and then bright red blood appeared. Cui Feng was relieved in his heart.