"Well, why did this person react so strongly after seeing me? He even called out the name 'Li'. Does he know me?"
Li Yan's mind raced immediately, but his expression only showed a look of surprise at the right time, so that others didn't notice that he was also abnormal.
Li Yan knew that every mortal dynasty would have immortal cultivators in charge, and the imperial dynasty was no exception, and it was an immortal cultivator force under the jurisdiction of the Wuliang Sect.
For such a small matter, the Wuliang Sect would certainly not send people to guard there personally, so the ones who protected the royal family in the dynasty were the disciples sent by some nearby immortal cultivation forces.
Therefore, Li Yan’s first thought was whether his identity had been exposed and spread by these cultivators.
But then he felt that it was impossible. There were not many people in the Wuliang Sect who knew him, and now more than half of them had died.
As for the remaining few people, he also knew their backgrounds, but none of them came from the imperial dynasty.
Apart from people like Baili Yuan, how could some people who might know him spread his portrait so casually
Moreover, when Li Yan came out to gain experience, apart from Zhao Min, even his master Wei Chongran didn't know where he went!
Li Yan also looked at the old man carefully at the same time. He was shocked at first sight. He actually felt that the other person's face was somewhat familiar.
"Is he a descendant of someone I know?"
Li Yan's mind was flooded with memories, and he quickly recalled the familiar impressions of this person.
He could first be sure that the other party was definitely not a descendant of their Li family, because he did not feel any blood connection from the other party at all.
Li Yan's mind raced, and his memories flashed through Marshal Hong, Military Advisor Ji, Chen An, Li Yin, and even some people he had met in the army, such as Liu Chengyong, with whom he had dealt before.
But this old man's appearance was obviously nothing like those people.
Seeing their general's expression, the feminine middle-aged men were shocked and quickly locked onto Li Yan's position.
It was obvious that the general saw that there was something wrong with this young man, otherwise, how could he be so out of control given his state of mind.
Just as everyone had different reactions, Duke Cui also realized his own gaffe and forced himself to suppress the shock in his heart.
He looked at Li Yan again and again, and he could only become more shocked.
"Your name is... Zhang Ming?"
He slowly sat down again and asked in a strange tone.
"Greetings, Your Excellency the Duke. I am Zhang Ming!"
When Duke Cui heard Li Yan speak again, the emotions that had just calmed down in his heart were disturbed again.
"Yes, I couldn't have remembered it wrong. It's the same voice, but it lacks the majesty when issuing orders. Now, except for the short hair, it is almost the same as before..."
Cui Guogong calmed down and suddenly turned to look at the people around him, and then his eyes fell on the feminine middle-aged man.
"I'm going back to the study first. Yisheng, you bring Young Master Zhang over later!"
His words made the people who were just surprised stunned again. They didn't know why the general had such a big reaction just now, and then he didn't even test the other party's martial arts, but wanted to be alone with this person.
However, as subordinates who had followed the old man for decades, they knew that the general's words must be disobeyed, and they dared not ask more questions.
"yes!"
The feminine middle-aged man immediately bowed in response, while the others looked at each other in confusion.
In front of a study in the backyard, after knocking on the door a few times, the old voice of Duke Cui was heard from inside.
"Just let him in. Yisheng, you can leave now."
"Young Master Zhang, please!"
The feminine middle-aged man turned slightly, gently pushed open the door with one hand, turned to greet Li Yan.
Of course, he could tell that there was no murderous intent in his general's tone. A private meeting could be either bad or good. He immediately became more polite towards Li Yan.
Li Yan still showed hesitation when he heard this. Under the urging gaze of the feminine middle-aged man, he could only step in.
The feminine middle-aged man closed the door gently and walked quickly into the distance. He disappeared in a few shakes.
The moment Li Yan stepped into the room, the expression on his face instantly turned into indifference.
At this moment, near the study, there were not only five martial arts masters including the feminine middle-aged man, but also more than ten soldiers in iron armor whose martial arts skills were slightly inferior to the five.
Each of them had an extremely cold look in their eyes, without any emotion at all. One could tell at a glance that they were extremely cold-blooded killing tools who had killed countless people.
In fact, when the old man called out "Li", Li Yan had been thinking about how he had exposed his identity, but he still hadn't figured it out until now.
Seeing that the other party had surrounded him tightly, it would be no problem for such a formation to deal with a giant among mortals, but if Li Yan wanted to kill them, it would be just a matter of breathing.
Since the other party had discovered his identity, he didn't plan to hide it any longer. He even wanted to ask this so-called Duke Cui in private why he recognized him.
If it didn't touch upon some of his taboos, he would only need to modify the person's memory and leave.
This kind of magic can be used on people whose spiritual consciousness is lower than one's own, and the higher the cultivation level of the person casting the magic, the more stable the other person's memory will be, making it more difficult for them to wake up.
Just like when Shuang Fengyan cast a spell on his own tribesmen, those people might not be able to find that memory even after reaching the Spirit Transformation Stage.
But once the people here touch Li Yan's bottom line, he will kill all of them, even if they are important officials in the dynasty and mortals.
Inside the house, the old figure was facing away from the door. He was staring at a wall, but there were no calligraphy or paintings hanging on that wall.
Instead, there is a huge map on the entire wall. If you look closely, you can see large cities, territories, and rivers painted on it in different colors.
There were many small characters in many places, and even small flags of different colors were used to draw different areas. For Li Yan, who had been to military camps before, he could tell at a glance that it was a military map, with various fortresses and passes marked on it.
The scope is exactly the entire dynasty, and even some important military locations of different countries at the border junctions appear on it.
When the old man heard the door hinge behind him turn gently, he did not look back, his eyes still fixed on the huge map in front of him.
"Are you really Zhang Ming?"
The man did not look back, but the words were conveyed.
At this moment, Li Yan no longer had the respect he had before. He crossed his arms over his chest and answered in the same indifferent voice.
"My last name is Li. Didn't you tell me that? Do you know me?"
It was that familiar voice again that was engraved in his bones. After hearing Li Yan's answer which was as calm as water without ripples, the old man's strong body shook at first, and then he turned around abruptly.
"Could your father's name be Li Yan?"
Then his pair of tiger eyes pierced Li Yan's eyes like two sharp blades.
This made Li Yan, who was leaning against the door with a calm expression, stunned for a moment, then frowned and asked back.
"What do you mean? My father?"
When the old man turned around, he saw the familiar face again, and countless past events came to his mind, but after hearing Li Yan's question, he just raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"Oh, have you never heard of the name Li Yan?"
At the same time, he was also startled in his heart.
"I was saying that no matter how powerful the bloodline is, how could the offspring born look exactly the same? Did that person only leave behind the surname and change his own name so that the descendants don't know
Or did those people know about his great reputation in the army and have a relationship with me? He came here in disguise, but what is his purpose? "
The old man's mind was racing. This incident today had brought him too much of a shock. Fortunately, he had been in charge of an army of tens of millions for decades and had an extremely strong character, so he did not lose his composure.
However, he still temporarily ignored the difference between the current Zhang Ming and the previous Zhang Ming, and the respect they showed him was worlds apart.
"Oh? Of course I have heard of the name Li Yan, and my name happens to be Li Yan. Do you know anyone else named Li Yan who looks like me?"
Li Yan's brows furrowed even more, and he had already thought of searching the soul.
He didn't understand what was going on, and when the old man heard it, he suddenly let out a strange laugh.
"Are you sent by the Meng Kingdom, Xianyu Kingdom, Tong Kingdom, or a certain prince? Why don't you make yourself look older? Wouldn't it be so ambiguous that someone would believe that he is not dead? Hehehe..."
Although he was laughing, but at this moment, people who heard it felt a surge of blood for no reason. For a moment, Li Yan felt a rush of blood to his nose.
"Such a strong killing intent, this is a true blood-slaughtering tyrant."
"Forget it, let's just search his soul."
Li Yan sighed helplessly in his heart, knowing that this kind of person would never tell the truth. Even if you broke his bones one by one, he might not tell the truth.
He simply didn't want to waste any more time. If he found out after searching the soul that it was really related to the immortal sect behind the dynasty, he would go directly to that immortal sect and settle the accounts with them.
Just when Li Yan was about to take action, the old man opposite him suddenly grabbed him silently with his claws. He was very sensitive to life and death crises.
He also felt Li Yan's murderous intent, and with a sense of fear rising in his heart, he immediately attacked without hesitation.
This study is Duke Cui's favorite place to stay, so it is also where he often gathers his subordinates.
Therefore, when it was built, it was very different from those common study rooms. Instead, it was more like a huge living room, but the furnishings were arranged like a study room, with bookshelves and ancient books.
The two men were originally three meters apart, but the old man just tapped the ground and was in front of Li Yan in an instant.
A claw grabbed Li Yan's shoulder fiercely, and the gaps between the five fingers created a sound of wind. With a "whoosh" sound, it reached above Li Yan's shoulder.
The old man moved surprisingly fast at a distance of three meters, arriving in almost an instant.
If the people outside saw this, they would only see a flash of shadows before their eyes and the two people were almost sticking together. In their opinion, this speed could only be achieved by immortals on land.
At the same time, the old man uttered a low growl.
"You dare to tarnish the Marshal's reputation. No matter where you come from, you will die!"
The old man's aura surged, and he didn't ask for anyone to come in and help. He was enough on his own, and when he moved, he was like a tiger out of a cage.
But today he met a real "land immortal", so his so-called lightning-fast movements, in Li Yan's eyes, were like a child who had just learned to walk, walking towards him crookedly.
Li Yan was too lazy to dodge this kind of attack.
Just when he was about to make a move and take down the other party directly, he suddenly heard the old man's low voice, which made Li Yan stunned again.
"Marshal? Why do I feel like I've heard that name somewhere before?"
He then dodged lightly and slid several feet away.
But at this moment, in the old man's eyes, his palm was still clasping, and Li Yan's body was still standing in the same place.
Li Yan's mind raced, his eyes fixed on the old man's face. He had felt that this man looked familiar.
But I just couldn’t remember whose child he was!
Because the mortal who could recognize him should be at least 170 or 180 years old, and such a person would not be too old at the time, and I can't remember such a person at all.