"Does my father-in-law really plan to offend the Dugu head for this person? Just because he has a few insightful words?" Li Yuan asked his father-in-law Dou Qing in confusion on the Wuchuan Tower in the distance.

Dou Qing looked at Zhang Xuan, who was competing with Wang Bo in the martial arts field, and he smiled and shook his head, "I didn't look at him differently because of a few insightful words. I actually admire his courage."

"Carefulness?" Li Yuan's eyes became even more confused.

Dou Qing smiled faintly, "If I guess correctly, Li Mi was killed by this person!"

Li Yuan was shocked, "How could it be?"

Dou Qing glanced at Li Yuan, "Don't forget, my son-in-law, there are also my people in Yuwen Shu's army. I got the news that one person escaped on the battlefield where Yang Xuangan ambushed him. This person is the one who killed Li Mi. I think it should be this Zhang Xuan."

"Since that's the case... Why does the Lord still use him?"

"Maybe it's because he helped me solve a problem!"

Dou Qing sighed softly, "I have discovered Li Mi's wolfish ambitions for a long time. I don't agree to let Li Mi go to Wagang, but Dugu Shun insisted on letting Li Mi go, and I had no choice. Fortunately, Li Mi died in time, which eliminated a problem in my heart. However, it is extraordinary to be able to kill Li Mi!"

Li Yuan's heart was also a little heavy. He smirked to hide his inner uneasiness.

"I killed Li Mi and dared to come to report the news. It seems that this person is a little brave. Why didn't my father-in-law let him go to Wagang with Jiancheng?"

Dou Qing shook his head slowly, "Wagang is a secret of Wuchuan Prefecture. He cannot be allowed to participate for the time being. And I have to observe him again. If he really satisfies me, maybe I will find a way to arrange for him to do another big thing."

"Can't you see that the virtuous son-in-law? He has an unusual obsession with learning martial arts."

Dou Qing said to himself, "Maybe I will help him!"

Li Yuan looked at Zhang Xuan who was humbly asking for advice in the distance. His mind was confused and he really couldn't understand his father-in-law's unfathomable words.

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Zhang Xuan lives in a small courtyard on the east side. This is Wang Bodang's room, and Zhang Xuan lives alone.

The room is very simple. There is an old bed that has been used for more than ten years on the front, which is still very strong. There are new fine linen bedding and a bamboo pillow on the bed. There is a smooth and shiny bamboo box next to the bed, and a table and a seating bed in the corner.

At this time, Zhang Xuan stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back and stared blankly at a Gongsun tree full of ginkgo in the distance. Several bare-butt urchins next door were crawling on the tree and hitting the yellow fruit with bamboo poles.

Zhang Xuan seemed to have seen nothing, and seemed a little upset. He was still recalling what Wang Bodang said in Wuchuan Mansion, building foundations, regulating tendons, washing marrow, and even achieving great success. Only now did he realize how far it would be to practice to Yuwen Chengdu.

Not to mention Yuwen Chengdu, even Wang Bodang's martial arts seem to be another world.

Zhang Xuan loved martial arts since he was a child. When he was six years old, he was selected into the Youth Martial Arts Class and followed the teacher to learn skills. He had a natural obsession with learning martial arts.

Joining the army at the age of 18 was his excellent martial arts foundation, which made him noticed by the special forces instructor at first sight. From then on, he began a two-year cruel training and was sent to the Army Academy to study two years ago. But even if he was studying, he had an unusual love for martial arts practice, as if he was born with it.

When he found that he had entered the end of the Sui Dynasty, his first thought was to learn martial arts. After all, in the chaotic times of the Sui Dynasty, the truth was that he was hard to do his fists. He did not have enough literary literacy and could not be a civil servant, so he had to follow the path of martial arts.

Moreover, in this era there are Li Yuanba, Yuwen Chengdu, Pei Yuanqing, Luo Cheng, and Qin Qiong.

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Countless powerful generals who made his heart shake appear before him one by one. He dreamed of becoming one of them a few days ago, but now.

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He was actually a little desperate.

Wang Bodang used a tactful method to tell him the difference between martial arts and martial arts. Martial arts are just fists and feet, while martial arts are power.

He was 1.9 meters tall but could not dance a fifty-pound gun, while Wang Bodang, who was half a head short, could use a sixty-pound long spear, not to mention the gilded phoenix wings weighing more than 200 pounds in Yuwen Chengdu.

He thought of the martial arts of this era too simply.

At this time, a round little head was drilled at the door and said to Zhang Xuan with a smile: "Uncle Zhang, Daddy asked me to give you a knife and a knife recipe."

The little guy ran in, put a knife and a scroll on the table, and then took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, "By the way, there's this!"

Zhang Li curiously took the porcelain bottle and opened it. There were ten vermilion red elixirs inside, as big as grapes, and the smell was fragrant.

"What's this?"

"This is the Foundation Establishment Pill, our Wang family's unique secret medicine, and I'm taking it too, hehe! But I can only eat one a day, and once I stole two, which almost made me so hot."

Zhang Xuan touched his little head and asked with a smile: "I don't know your name yet! What's your name?"

"My name is Wang Yuanzhi. My father said that men should have lofty ambitions, but my mother always calls me Kogoro. Where am I young?" The little guy said unconvincedly with a pout.

Zhang Xuan couldn't help laughing and patted him on the back of the head, "It's good to call Kogoro, where is your dad?"

"My father went out, and I heard him tell my mother, what kind of clay tank he wanted to buy for water? It will take several years to go, and my mother was crying."

Zhang Xuan was stunned. He immediately understood that it was not a tank filled with water, but a village in Wagang. In history, Wang Bodang followed Li Mi to Wagang.

But.

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Li Mi was killed by himself! What did Wang Bodang do when he went to Wagang Village? He was really confused.

Although Zhang Xuan knew from the beginning that Li Mi would become the lord of Wagang, he did not want to follow Li Mi because he knew that Li Mi would fail in the end. More importantly, Li Mi planned to get rid of himself from the beginning. Sooner or later, he would die at his hands after following Li Mi.

Since he knew the history of the end of the Sui Dynasty, it seemed wise to sneak into Li Yuan’s camp in advance, but.

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Zhang Xuan thought of martial arts again. He originally thought that learning a little strategic knowledge from special forces and military academy was the best thing he could do, but now it seems that his martial arts are not at all in this era. So what did he use to attract Li Yuan? Strategic knowledge? Can people in the Sui Dynasty understand the things from his era?

Zhang Xuan woke up from the thoughts, but found that the little guy had already run away without a trace.

Zhang Xuan picked up the knife on the table and competed with Wang Bodang in the afternoon. Sui Jun's sword was very suitable for his hand. He couldn't help but remember what Wang Bodang said again.

'You don't have to be upset. You have such a tall figure and such a strong physique, and your tendons and veins are no less than me. This is your talent. As long as you can draw out the power of your dantian, I believe your success will be far beyond me. You are late for success."

A sense of pride surged in Zhang Xuan's heart, and he began to feel confident again.

Zhang Xuan picked up the scroll and slowly unfolded it. His heart suddenly thumped. He saw figure paintings on the yellow silk cloth inside the scroll. One person was practicing knife, lifelike. There were eighteen pictures in total, and there were a few lines of explanatory text next to each picture.

Zhang Xuan turned to the end and saw a note that Wang Bodang wrote to him specifically.

‘This is Wang’s foundation-building sword technique. There are many types of foundation-building methods, each with its own advantages. The Wang family uses sword technique to learn and supplement it with elixirs, which can be achieved in one year. Although my brother has passed the foundation-building year, he is naturally qualified and may be different from ordinary people.

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Zhang Xuan poured out a pill from the bottle and held it in his palm to stare. The vermilion pill showed a strange luster in the light. He did not hesitate to put the pill into his mouth and chewed it.

Zhang Xuan looked at the first picture for a long time, closed his eyes and pondered for a moment. At this moment, he suddenly felt a heat rushing between his chest and abdomen. He shouted softly, and the sharp sword in his hand suddenly slashed out.

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To be continued...