Inside the Tongwen Hall, in front of the pit.
Li Siyuan fell into deep thought, and there was no longer any words or smiles on the Buddha's face. The Xiuwen fan he was waving in his hand stopped involuntarily, but he still kept opening the fan.
"Foster father." Zhang Zifan stepped forward, cupped his hands towards Li Siyuan, and said.
"Speak." Li Siyuan was interrupted by Zhang Zifan, but he was not annoyed and motioned for his adopted son to continue speaking. At this moment, his thoughts were a little confused and it would be nice to have someone help him sort them out.
"Haier has been spending a few days with Li Xingyun. I thought that Li Xingyun is quite straightforward and forthright, and I have gained his trust.
His talent is extraordinary, his age should be similar to mine, but his skill is far beyond that of a child.
The Longquan treasure is illusory, but his great heavenly skills are real, and the fact that he is an enemy of the Xuanming Sect is also true.
Although our Tongwen Guan is not in conflict with the Xuanming Sect, Daliang and our Jin Kingdom are on the same side. Sooner or later there will be a battle. Then this person is our natural ally. If we can bring him to help, Yi My father has another foundation on this land of the Three Jin Dynasties. "Zhang Zifan looked at his respected adoptive father in front of him and spoke loudly.
He was trusted by his brother Li and could not bear to betray his sincerity, but he had been with Li Siyuan for many years, and he had a clear understanding of his adoptive father.
His respect for his teachings, kindness in raising him, and kindness in teaching and solving doubts were true. His teachings to Zhang Zifan, from his conduct as a human being to his martial arts skills, were all true.
But it is true that his thoughts are meticulous, his city is extremely deep, and his methods are vicious.
People are complicated. No one is absolutely good or evil. In today's troubled times, there are too many intertwined interests that make people unable to control themselves.
His uncle Ninth already hated Li Xingyun. If Li Cunzhong continued to instigate him, trouble would inevitably occur. If he wanted his foster father to stop being an enemy of Li Xingyun, Chen Ming was the only way to be powerful.
Li Siyuan waved his Xiuwen fan. When he heard Zhang Zifan's words, "You should be close to me in age," he suddenly closed the fan and slapped it on the palm of his other hand.
He is similar in age to Zhang Zifan, but his skills can reach the great heavenly level? I'm afraid this person has practiced some evil method.
Li Siyuan is quite sensitive to the word talent, because his skills have been unable to improve for more than ten years.
"What is the nature of that person's internal energy?" Li Siyuan turned around and looked at the three people in front of him and asked.
"Zhiyang Zhigang is similar to the "Holy Qiankun Gong" of my Tongwen Hall." Li Cunzhong looked at Li Siyuan and replied.
"There are many wonders in the world, Fan'er, you..." Li Siyuan was about to give the order when he felt a breath approaching quickly. He waved his fan to signal Li Cunzhong and Zhang Zifan to stop temporarily.
Not long after, a Tongwenguan disciple approached quickly.
"Holy Master, the two sect masters, and the young master, there is news." The disciple knelt down on one knee and looked at Li Siyuan to report.
"Where?" Li Siyuan put his hands behind his back and faced the pit. He raised his hand and picked up a "holy dragon" with his inner strength. He asked calmly while playing with it.
"It's a rumor. It has spread all over the world now. There are rewards before and after the helmsmanship in various places. The disciples of the chief helmsman went out to inquire and found that the news has spread throughout Taiyuan." The disciple opened his mouth to report.
Li Siyuan was startled and dropped the white-browed adder in his hand.
Someone made the first move.
"What news? Bring it over." Li Siyuan said with his hands behind his back, without looking back.
"Yes." The disciple said respectfully, and then presented a volume of information with both hands.
Zhang Zifan walked up to him and picked up the information, then gestured for him to step back.
While secretly reading the information, he walked towards Li Siyuan.
"Foster father." Zhang Zifan raised his hand to present the information to Li Siyuan, then lowered his head to hide his inner shock.
Brother Li is the orphan of the Li Tang royal family!
Li Siyuan took the information gracefully. Although his face was a bit wrong, he still had to hold on to the air he should be carrying.
After reading for a moment, his eyes narrowed. At this moment, his face was filled with solemnity.
"Ninth brother, you have ruined me and my adoptive father's important matter this time." Li Siyuan looked at Li Cunzhong and said in a serious tone.
"Wha...what! Brother Holy Lord, I, I..." Li Cunzhong was frightened by Li Siyuan's words and his expression changed drastically. He was slightly panicked.
Ruined the foster father's important matter? !
Thinking about Li Keyong's face, Li Cunzhong trembled with fear.
Isn't this going to kill me?
"Take a look." Li Siyuan casually threw the information in his palm towards Li Cunzhong without using any internal force. The paper with the information written on it slowly fell from the air.
Li Cunzhong hurriedly stepped forward to catch the falling piece of information, as if grabbing his own life-saving straw.
"What?! Is that boy Li Tang's orphan?" Li Cunzhong took a cursory look and said in shock.
"Fan'er, you really have made a good friend." Li Siyuan looked at Zhang Zifan with emotion and admiration.
Zhang Xuanling, you really gave birth to a good son. You disobeyed his orders and went out of the mountain without authorization. But as soon as you came out of the mountain, you made friends with the orphan Li Tang.
What a coincidence, what a coincidence that he was a little scared.
"If this person is killed by King Qi, it will be my fault." Li Siyuan sighed.
If Li Xingyun's martial arts were average, even on the same level as his master Uncle Yang, then Li Siyuan would not be afraid, but it would not be so easy to "invite" a high-ranking master.
There are only a few people in the world who worship Zhengshuo of the Tang Dynasty. Those with the strongest national power first recommend their Jin country, and then Qi country. If Li Maozhen gets the banner of the Li and Tang royal family and issues decrees to him in the name of Li Tang, Will they be accepted by Jin State?
If they don't accept it, they are disobeying the decree. If they accept the surname Li and the throne of Jin, they will instantly transform from a powerful prince in a separate country to a foreign nation invading the Central Plains!
If he accepts the order, then there will be a lot that Li Maozhen can do.
He didn't know how Li Keyong would face this situation, but this would definitely be the reason for his adoptive father to accuse Tongwen Hall, that is, to accuse him, the holy master of Tongwen Hall!
"Brother, give me a chance. I will lead people to capture him!" Li Cunzhong was also frightened and confused by Li Siyuan at this moment.
"Catch me, Ninth Brother, are you kidding me? Not to mention that he is the grandson of Phoenix and has great martial arts skills.
Just saying that he is the orphan of the Li Tang royal family can spread all over the world in an instant, but I'm afraid it's not that easy to catch.
Alas, Fan'er. "Li Siyuan looked at Zhang Zifan standing beside him and said.
"Father." Zhang Zifan stepped forward, bowed his hands, and responded respectfully.
"It seems that you are the only one who can help the adoptive father when he goes into battle." Li Siyuan looked at the pit in front of him, staring at the poisonous snakes swimming one after another, and said to Zhang Zifan.
"Yes, foster father." Zhang Zifan replied with a respectful smile to Li Siyuan.
"By the way, eldest brother, that little... that Li Xingyun said that my nephew would come back to him." Li Cunzhong seemed to have remembered something at this time and said to Li Siyuan.
"Oh?" Li Siyuan was slightly surprised.
After Zhang Zifan heard this, he thought for a moment and his expression changed. When he wanted to wink at his uncle Jiu, it was already too late.
"He also said that my wise nephew would carry an eight-carat sedan to marry the two... women around him?
Yes, it should be a woman. "Li Cunzhong racked his brains and thought.
"Your Majesty, Li Siyuan, thank you for the marriage." Li Siyuan's eyes dimmed, he held a literary fan in his hand, bowed in the direction of Chang'an, and said.
No one can do this superficially.
"Father, I..." Zhang Zifan was dumbfounded. It's not that big of a deal. It's not that big of a deal, foster father. I'm your mortal child. Just now, father and son were fighting together!
"Fan'er, I've wronged you."
