It has been twenty-three years since Zhao Yan traveled to the world of Kyushu.
Since he was born, he has grown up on this land with the memories of his previous life.
He is no stranger to everything in the Kyushu world, and is even very familiar with it.
This is a vast land that is more than ten times larger than China in later generations.
It is also a world where the strong are respected, and rituals and music are just a foil here.
Among the ten countries, Qin, Han, Tang, Ming, Song, and Qing were the six major powers.
The remaining Mongolia, Yuan and Tubo were slightly weaker, while Xixia and Dali were small countries at the tail end.
Since the formation of this power structure, wars between countries have continued for hundreds of years.
Only in the past ten years have countries signed armistice agreements with each other to rest and recuperate.
In this way, under a situation where the court could not take action openly, the battlefield shifted to the arena.
Various countries have formed new intelligence organizations one after another, trying to control the domestic political forces for their own use.
But Jianghu people have a Jianghu spirit. While they admire force, they are not willing to be controlled by others.
So the days of recuperation among the people turned into ten years of bloody turmoil in the world.
Living high up in the temple and far away from the rivers and lakes, all of these have little to do with Zhao Yan.
After all, he was born into the royal family, and he had a reputation as a "child prodigy" since he was a child, so he was extremely favored by the late emperor.
After the incident of seizing the legitimate son, Zhao Lu left him alone and lived the life of a free prince.
At most, when he was ten years old, he led the troops to Mantuo Villa, forcing Li Qingluo to move the villa to Kaifeng Mansion, and lived a life of childhood sweethearts with Wang Yuyan.
This is not because Zhao Yan is playing loli training...
But he felt that it was a bit inefficient to understand the meaning while reading.
Then I thought of Wang Yuyan, who has a gift of photographic memory and an exaggerated understanding.
I thought that with her help, my reading speed would definitely increase a lot, so I started as early as possible.
There was no way, Murong Fu would take advantage if he started too late. Even if Wang Yuyan was only three years old at the time, he had to start early.
"Brother Yan, what are you thinking about?"
Zhao Yan, who was letting himself go, suddenly noticed a warm-smelling soft jade body slipping into his arms, and he immediately came back to his senses.
The two had grown up together and were very accustomed to such a close relationship.
Zhao Yan is not Murong Fu. Such a fairy woman can turn a blind eye and only think about restoring the country.
"I'm thinking about my baby Yuyanna."
"Brother is lying, you must be thinking about the girl you picked up."
"Huh? Oh..."
Lin Xi raised his hand and hugged Wang Yuyan's shoulders, shook his head and said:
"Is Yu Yan jealous of Li Mochou?"
"Bah, brother Yan is talking nonsense!"
"She is also a poor person. She is so hurt by love. No matter how much I stimulate her, she is like a walking corpse."
"Yuyan knows that my brother pities her and is a very good person!"
"Oh, it's good to know."
He raised his hand and patted his butt gently, but Zhao Yan's hand covered it and he couldn't move it away.
Wang Yuyan seemed to notice a strange feeling, and her head shrank and she became quiet.
Two months ago, Zhao Yan took several maids to the south of the Yangtze River to search for ancient books. He accidentally saw an injured woman lying by the river and rescued her.
After the woman woke up, she attacked her out of self-protection, but Zhao Yan saw that she was using the ancient tomb sect's martial arts.
After sending people to Jiaxing to inquire about recent events in Lujiazhuang, they concluded that this woman was Li Mochou.
Immediately, he asked her to follow him for half a year in exchange for repaying her life-saving grace.
Unexpectedly, Li Mochou was also very cheerful and agreed without even thinking about it.
But her character has become extremely indifferent. Except for listening to Zhao Yan's words, she has always looked like she would not let strangers in.
Even if Zhao Yan touches her, she will obey him.
In short, there is no way to do anything without oil and salt.
"Oh, I'm so sad..."
Zhao Yan sighed quietly, rubbed the soft flesh in his hands and asked:
"Yu Yan, is there anything happening in Xiaoyu Building recently that is worth talking about in detail?"
After hearing this, Wang Yuyan, who had bright red cheeks, raised her head slightly and murmured:
"It's nothing, it's just some kind of confrontation between good and evil, but as Brother Yan said, who is good and who is evil, isn't it the person with the loudest voice who has the final say?"
"Then the emperor of the Tang Dynasty killed his brother and his domineering sister-in-law, which showed a lack of etiquette. Why don't the people of the Tang Dynasty still praise him for his ability to govern the country?"
"The emperor of the Ming Dynasty was born in the Ming Cult, but after he conquered the country, he designated it as a cult and tried his best to suppress it. There are twists and turns in this that people in the world can understand but cannot explain. It is no wonder that there is a red-clothed sect in the Ming Dynasty now, and it has its own backlash "
Listening to the soft words of the beauty in his arms, Zhao Yan also became interested.
"Oh, Red Sect? Please tell me carefully."
"Xiyulou has not sent back any complete information. We only know that the leader is a foreigner named Assassin, who is extremely intelligent and has extremely high martial arts skills."
Wang Yuyan judged Zhao Yan's tone and knew that he really wanted to hear it. At the moment, she ignored the strange feeling coming from her buttocks and thought about the information seriously.
"He recruited followers among the people of the Ming Dynasty and quietly organized a sect with hundreds of thousands of people."
"The Jinyi Guardsman only discovered the anomaly of the Red Sect recently, but it was too late."
"The Red Clothes Sect has spread all over the Ming Dynasty, so we can only use the same methods to eradicate the Ming Sect."
Red Sect…
Jinyiwei?
Zhao Yan thought of what the emperor brother asked him to do.
With such a big thing happening in the Ming Dynasty, why did Jin Yiwei send people to Kaifeng Mansion to cause trouble?
After all, it was a time of employment, but three first-level masters were easily dispatched. This is a very thought-provoking thing.
You must know that masters are not like weeds on the roadside.
In the imperial courts of various countries, the masters of the Transcendent Realm do not have more than two hands at most.
For example, in the Song Dynasty court, apart from Zhao Yan, Kang Laogui always counted as two quotas.
In addition, there are three transcendent realm worshipers stationed at key positions, and the only remaining one is Qiu Chengdao, the commander of the front division who has barely entered the Vajra realm.
There are only seven in total on official accounts.
Although a first-level master is not as good as the extraordinary, he is still a rare high-level combat power, and all countries treasure it like a treasure.
You must know that the highest commander of the Imperial City Division of the Song Dynasty, Wu Deshi, was only of the third rank...
Where did the Ming Dynasty come from with so many masters for them to squander?
"Brother Yan, are you listening?"
"I'm listening, Yan'er, continue talking."
"One more interesting thing, has brother heard of Old Man Tianji in Xuanji Building?"
"Of course I know the owner of the Ruyi Stick."
In addition to the well-known knights in the martial arts world, the weapons and moves they possess are also topics that everyone talks about.
For example, Old Man Tianji's Ruyi Stick, Li Xunhuan's Little Li Flying Knife, Qiao Feng's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, etc.
"That's him. It's said that Old Man Tianji is going to give a lecture on the Nine States Rouge List in Qixia Town to rank the female warriors in the martial arts."
Wang Yuyan looked very excited.
Sure enough, every woman has a heart for gossip.
"The Rouge List... I wonder where my Yan'er will rank?"
Zhao Yan pinched her crotch teasingly, and the latter retracted her head in embarrassment and said weakly:
"Yan'er is not a heroine in the world, so she can't be ranked among others..."
"That's such a pity, otherwise I would have come back first."
"Brother Yan is making trouble again..."
"Okay, let's stop making trouble. You can continue to tidy up. I'll go to Xiaoyulou."
"good."
After picking up the beauty in his arms and placing her in front of the table, Zhao Yan walked out of Tingchao Pavilion.
