When Zhao Xun saw Yuan Tiangang taking the initiative to talk about the conditions, he couldn't help but curse in his heart.
After all, Yuan Tiangang is also the only three supreme masters in the Zhou Empire who have surpassed the nine-level system. Why is he so philistine?
But when I thought about it, Zheng Jie, the internal chamberlain supervisor, was also an old yinbi, so I felt relieved.
Well, among the three powerful men, only the headmaster of Haoran Academy should be considered an elegant person. After all, he cultivates Confucianism and Taoism, and considers himself a gentleman and literary sage, so he cannot be contaminated by the smell of copper.
Zhao Xun comforted himself.
In fact, if you think about it carefully, as long as Yuan Tiangang can agree to help, it is not a problem to agree to some conditions.
In terms of equal exchange, it is impossible to let the horse run and not eat grass at the same time.
"Uncle Junior, please tell me."
However, Wu Quanyi seemed to know Yuan Tiangang's temperament very well and did not agree immediately.
"This Zhao Xun, I want to adopt him as my adopted son."
Yuan Tiangang squinted his eyes slightly and said with a half-smile.
Damn it!
Hearing this, Zhao Xun was so shocked that he was dumbfounded.
What is this old bastard thinking in his mind? Why doesn't he play his cards according to the routine?
Just now, Zhao Xun was still thinking that negotiating terms between Yuan Tiangang and Wu Quanyi was a matter between their bosses and would not involve Zhao Xun.
So Zhao Xun could just ignore the matter and ignore it.
But now it seems that this is not the case.
This Yuan Tianshi, no, the old magic stick actually has plans for Zhao Xun.
Wait, if Yuan Tiangang really accepts Zhao Xun as his adopted son, how should this seniority be arranged?
Wu Quanyi is Yuan Tiangang's nephew, and Zhao Xun is Yuan Tiangang's adopted son. They are the same generation.
And Zhao Xun is Wu Quanyi's apprentice. Should he be called Wu Quanyi's master or sworn brother?
Should he be called Master Yuan Tiangang, or foster father?
The seniority seems to be completely messed up...
Just when Zhao Xun was confused, Wu Quanyi nodded calmly: "Yes."
There was only one word, but Wu Quanyi actually agreed!
He actually agreed!
Don’t we have to ask Zhao Xun for his opinion?
Although it is said that once a teacher is always a father, he is not so domineering.
Is this Taoist sect in Qingcheng Mountain so domineering?
Zhao Xun was speechless and choked.
Yuan Tiangang nodded with satisfaction after hearing this.
"In this case, I will reluctantly help you once."
Zhao Xun felt like crying but had no tears.
It was obviously Yuan Tiangang who took advantage, so why did it feel like Zhao Xun got a huge benefit?
That's all, things have come to this, and we can only let nature take its course.
"Father...please."
Zhao Xun knew that now was not the time to save face, he had to strike while the iron was hot.
If Yuan Tiangang goes back on his word again, he will really lose his wife and his troops.
Yuan Tiangang stood up and walked to the inner room on the seventh floor of the Huntian Tower. He picked up a fly whisk and lightly swept it over an object that looked like a chessboard.
Instantly, countless golden hairsprings appeared on the chessboard, and these golden hairsprings quickly formed palaces, Taoist temples and other buildings, which were exactly the same as those in Chang'an City.
Even the drainage ditches and bridges between the canals in the east and west cities, and the vegetable fields in the remote markets in Nancheng are all visible.
Only then did Zhao Xun realize that this was not a chessboard at all, but a miniature version of Chang'an City.
Compared with the sand table of later generations, this thing is much more accurate.
only...
Zhao Xun found that Yuan Tiangang exhaled next, and this breath clung to the outlined buildings in Fangshi. Then the tiny Chang'an City seemed to have spiritual energy, and countless paper figures were born.
These paper figures have different shapes and are lifelike, and some are even drinking and talking.
Now Zhao Xun really admired Yuan Tiangang.
If he had just sketched the shape of Chang'an City, now he had directly described the charm of Chang'an City.
A deity makes a mountain, not its altitude. Water does not have to be deep. If a city is not big, it will be prosperous if there are people there.
Kings, grandsons, nobles, traders, and pawns are all living people who fill the city of Chang'an with fireworks.
And isn’t this the same for this miniature version of Chang’an City?
Although the paper figures are not real flesh and blood, they can already make this miniature version of Chang'an City the closest to reality.
Then Yuan Tiangang's eyes fell on Chongrenfang.
The residence of left prime minister Chen Liangfu is directly north of Chongren.
"go!"
Yuan Tiangang conjured up another paper man. This paper man was born out of the talisman written by Yuan Tiangang. Like a newborn lamb, he stood up after struggling for a moment, and then floated towards Zuo Xiang's residence in Chongrenfang.
When Zhao Xun saw this, he understood that the so-called Grand Observation Technique was not really capable of monitoring and observing a person's true thoughts from dozens of miles away, but rather a kind of consciousness ingestion through the art of paper and talismans.
Fu Dao was subordinate to Taoist practice in the practice of the Great Zhou Empire.
In other words, this is the exclusive secret skill of Taoist priests.
Zhao Xun looked at it with greedy eyes and swallowed his saliva subconsciously.
If he can master this unique secret technique in the future, it will be of great help to his practice.
Whether it’s swordsmanship or knife skills, they are all external things after all.
If he wants to understand everything and improve himself in all aspects, he also needs an internal cultivation method.
This is obviously unrealistic to rely on Confucianism alone.
Although his mentor Wu Quanyi gave Zhao Xun a copy of "The First Enlightenment of Wenzong", it was only an entry-level reading book after all. If he dug deeper, his mentor, a Taoist practitioner, might find it a bit difficult.
Therefore, at least for now, Zhao Xun can use the relationship between Yuan Tiangang and Wu Quanyi to improve his Fu Dao skills.
There is no harm in having too many skills. There is no harm in having more skills.
Since Zhao Xun had already made up his mind to steal his master, he naturally watched it very carefully.
I saw the paper man made by Yuan Tiangang sneaking into the residence of left prime minister Chen Liangfu and landing on the ridge of the house in the north.
The paper man gently lifted up a tile, and then got in along the gap.
Zhao Xun held his breath. He couldn't see the scene inside the house, but the paper man could.
With this skill, it is like having a pair of clairvoyance and ears, just like playing chicken with a clairvoyant plug-in.
Damn, this is so cool.
After about a moment, the paper man carefully got out of the gap and put the tiles back intact.
Afterwards, the paper figure rose up with the wind, and landed on Yuan Tiangang's palm.
"Gather!"
Yuan Tiangang drank again, and then the paper man began to burn. Yuan Tiangang took out an uncorked porcelain bottle, stuffed the burning paper figurine into the porcelain bottle, and then plugged the cork.
Yuan Tiangang didn't say a word during the whole process.
"alright."
Yuan Tiangang handed the porcelain bottle to Wu Quanyi: "Here is the memory evidence of Left Prime Minister Chen Liangfu's collusion with the Holy Sister of the Demon Cult. You send it to the palace, and after opening the stopper, the memory fragments will be presented in front of His Majesty in the form of a shadow puppet show."
Zhao Xun thought to himself, damn, isn't this the ancient version of holographic projection?
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