Ten days have passed in a blink of an eye, and it is already late February. This year's scholar's meeting in the Governor's Office is coming to an end. The things that need to be discussed have been decided. The originally serious atmosphere in the administration has begun to become more relaxed.
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After Zhang Yu returned to his dormitory from the Great Hall, he began his daily routine of breathing. As his breath flowed, the pair of vermilion gloves on his hands also shone slightly.
Because it was not possible to carry a sword in the administrative office, Xia Jian kept it at home. However, he still had this pair of gloves, so he was refining them these days.
After a long time, someone outside gently knocked on the door and asked, "Is Mr. Zhang here?"
Zhang Yu opened his eyes, walked out of the inner room, opened the door, and saw a young civil servant standing there, so he asked, "What's the matter?"
The young civil servant bowed to him and said: "Zhang Jun, someone tried to kidnap Yan Xulun yesterday, but they failed. Well, the process has been drafted into a report. Please Zhang Jun to take a look."
While speaking, he picked up a document and handed it forward.
Zhang Yu took it and thanked him. The young clerk hurriedly praised him and said it was okay. After another salute, he left immediately. He closed the door, came to the inner room, sat down, opened the newspaper and read.
What happened is not complicated. At about midnight yesterday, nine people tried to break in and rescue Yan Xulun. However, the place where this person was detained was loose on the outside and tight on the inside. A trap had been set up in order to attract others to rescue him, so all the people who rushed in tried to rescue Yan Xulun.
No one who entered it escaped, but unfortunately, no one survived in the end, so no very useful clues could be found.
But there is a rather eye-catching thing inside. In the end, all these prisoners turned into something indescribable.
He pulled out a picture from the back of the newspaper, which clearly showed this thing.
It was a human-shaped object. At first glance, it looked like a piece of shriveled skin, but it had bark-like joints on the surface, which made people feel very uncomfortable.
No one present could tell what it was, but it was temporarily classified as the use of some kind of spiritual power.
After reading it, he thought for a moment.
If I am correct, this thing should be a tree corpse.
This thing was not unusual hundreds of years ago. Many indigenous tribes would process the corpses of their own people and bury them in a tree hole called Tikka tree. Tribal sacrifices would allow them to absorb the spirituality of the tree through certain rituals.
Then it can be "resurrected" and become a loyal guard of the tribe.
This thing has high and low combat capabilities, but it has one characteristic, that is, the tree corpse can share everything it sees or sees with others through eye contact, so later on, this thing was simply used to send messages.
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Therefore, it is obvious that the arrival of these tree corpses last night was not to snatch Yan Xulun out, but to convey some message to him.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yu took a pen and paper, wrote down his opinions and some suggestions on it, then folded it and put it in an envelope, called the servant waiting outside the door, and asked him to send it to Yan Xulun's trial.
In the hands of others, he himself put aside these external disturbances and continued to practice meditation in his bedroom.
A few more days passed, and on the twenty-fifth day, the discussion finally came to an end.
After the official Liu Fengquan announced the end of the scholar's meeting in the Daidu Mansion, he left with the chief officials of each government office looking tired. In the past twenty days, they had received too much stimulation and consumed too much energy.
Under the arrangement of the Anxun Club, a group of people from Tianxia went to Anluju for a banquet.
After the banquet ended, everyone said good things to each other and dispersed.
Zhang Yuben also wanted to go back, but the other two asked him to stay. He guessed that these two people had something to tell him, so he followed them to an open terrace on the top floor.
You can directly see Tenghai from here, and the view is very wide.
After the three people were all seated, Yu Gong said: "Zhang Jun, after today, Mr. Kuang and I will return to the islands in the outer sea. But before leaving, I am very worried about one thing.
I can ask you to pay more attention."
Zhang Yudao: "Master Yu, please speak."
Mr. Yu caressed his beard and said: "Liu Fengquan, the current deputy director, cannot be said to be mediocre, but he has no responsibilities. If the capital is in a peaceful year, each deputy director is doing his job, and the soldiers are dedicated to protecting the people, then he is
The situation can be maintained smoothly, but now this situation..."
As he spoke, he shook his head.
At this time, Mr. Kuang interjected: "Old Yu likes to be secretive when he speaks, and he is not at all fluent. Mr. Zhang, I believe you can also see that the chaos in the Duhu Mansion is gradually emerging. The root of this lies in that god."
On Wei Jun!"
Zhang Yu also agreed with this view. Without the Shenwei Army, the subversive faction would not be able to make waves and could easily be suppressed. It is precisely because of the Shenwei Army that the subversive faction's ambitions are fueled.
Mr. Kuang said seriously: "The behavior of the Shenwei Army this time is very abnormal. We know the Shenwei Army very well. They are just a group of jackals. Now under continuous suppression, they actually have no resistance. When did the jackals become
So docile? The only explanation is that they are forbearing! The forbearance now is to eat more meat in the future!"
Yu Gong looked at Zhang Yu and said sincerely: "We old guys can't do anything except a little fame and these old bones. And Zhang Jun, you are both a Xia Shi and a military commander who can defeat the Shenwei Army."
Xuanxiu, so when we come down we can only ask you to keep an eye on the Shenwei Army. If you need anything, Zhang Jun can ask An Xun to write to us, and we will fully support you."
Zhang Yu raised his sleeves, clasped his hands together, and replied: "Two elders, I can't say for sure what you can do, but I will try my best."
Yu and Kuang also bowed solemnly.
Zhang Yu talked with the two of them for a while, then stood up and left.
After he left, Mr. Yu asked: "Old Kuang, what do you think of this Zhang Shijun?"
Kuang Gongdao: "This young man should have a powerful elder."
Mr. Yu glanced at him and said: "Old Kuang, do you still need to say this? If Zhang Shijun didn't have powerful elders to teach him knowledge and etiquette, how could he be as outstanding as he is now?"
Mr. Kuang shook his head and said, "That's what I said, Mr. Yu, don't you think it's strange?"
Yu Gongdao: "What's weird?"
Mr. Kuang said in a deep voice: "We are all nearly one hundred and twenty years old. In the past, young people who were deeply influenced by Tianxia rituals and music would more or less ask us questions after meeting us. Tianxia
There are very few exceptions to what the local area is like, but this young man did not mention it at all."
He inhaled slightly, "So I guess he might have an elder who is like us and came from Tianxia, so there is no need to ask us these things."
Mr. Yu exclaimed, stroking his beard and nodding: "Old Kuang, if you say so, it's really true. Could it be an old friend..."
Kuang Gong suddenly said, "Perhaps he is not a mortal."
"Um?"
Mr. Kuang said nothing more, stood up and said, "Let's go."
Yu Gong said in astonishment: "Where to go?
Mr. Kuang looked over with disdain and said: "If you don't leave now, do you still want to see a huge crowd of people crossing the road to see you off tomorrow? You have lived for more than a hundred years, do you still want to do this?"
Mr. Yu pointed at him angrily, "Old Kuang, okay, you won't let me sleep for a good night."
Mr. Kuang let out a laugh and said leisurely: "Don't sleep anymore. In a few years, there will be plenty of time for you to sleep."
Yu Gong said angrily: "Don't curse me, if I want you to sleep alone, I still want to live to see the day when the beacon is lit."
Kuang Gong suddenly fell silent. After a while, he said, "Can you see it?"
Yu Gong paused, stroking his white beard under his chin, and looked at the roiling waves in the distance. He vaguely seemed to see the flags of thousands of troops flying across the sea in the summer of a hundred years ago, facing the rising sun in the east.
For a moment, he slowly said: "It can, it must be possible!"
Zhang Yu left Anluju and went to live in the Academy before returning.
Although he decided to go to the open sea after the discussion, there were actually some things that needed to be dealt with before that.
During February, there were many new students entering the Academy. Since Xuanfu had been revitalized a lot last year and the Ability Gods had been annihilated one after another, there were more students applying to enter the academy, and there were also some who had studied other subjects intensively in previous years.
Students also hope to join in.
Since he was participating in the scholar's conference before, the matter of training could only be handled by Xin Yao, but now it seems that he will have to ask the latter to do the hard work for a while.
All the way back to the residence, and just as he stepped into the entrance hall, a childish cry of meow came. Miaodanjun rushed out of the residence and circled around him. He followed him wherever he went, waiting for him to sit on the seat.
After sitting down, she jumped onto his lap.
He stretched out his hand and stroked Miaodanjun's soft golden fur a few times, then raised his head and asked Li Qinghe who was standing aside: "Qinghe, what happened while I was away?"
Li Qinghe said: "Sir, there was a letter from Teacher Xin yesterday. Qinghe has placed it in your study."
Having said this, he smiled and said, "During the month when my husband was away, Yan Shaolang came here several times, and each time he brought some elixirs to Mr. Miaodan. He said they were prepared by himself with different flavors. It was just Miaodan."
You never ate it even once, so I had no choice but to drink it all."
Zhang Yu nodded and asked Li Qinghe to bring the letter, open it and read it.
Listed in the letter were some students she found who did not choose to join the Xuanfu, but had the talent to practice Xuanfu.
After looking through it, he found that there were actually as many as a dozen such people. If they could all join the Xuan Palace, it wouldn't take long before there would be a group of elite disciples in the lower levels of the Xuan Palace.
However, all this depends on their own choices. For practice, their own wishes are very important. If these students can really make great achievements in their own majors, they do not need to practice mysticism.
He thought for a moment, took the pen and paper from the desk, wrote a letter in a moment, handed it to Li Qinghe and said: "You give this letter to Xin Yao, I have to go to the sea first for an matter, which will last as long as seven days."
Eight days, maybe half a month to turn around, please give her a little more hard work."
