Another World Da Ming: I use a hundred lives to become holy

"Master Zhao, please!"

"Your Majesty, please!"

Although Zhao Zheng came to Dadu this time with his own purpose, on the surface, he was invited.

So on the way into Prince Yan's Mansion, he didn't say anything, but just admired the old palace.

The pressure came to King Yan instantly.

But King Zhu Li of Yan did not dare to speak casually.

Because Monk Daoyan had specifically warned him before, the dozens of people in the Zhao family were all on the same side as him.

This time they were the first to invite Zhao Zheng. If they kept exposing their need for him, they would be even more at a disadvantage.

When they captured Canyuan before, they had already owed the Zhao Mansion once. If they owed it again, from now on, the Yan Palace would be completely led by the Zhao Mansion, and there would be no possibility of flying in the vast world.

A traveler?

Afraid that the world will not be in chaos, possessing dragon-slaying skills?

Let’s not talk about myself as a strategist, why I am so sure that I will have the possibility to soar in the world in the future.

On the way into the mansion, King Yan couldn't help but look at Zhao Zheng as soon as he thought of the dragon slaying technique.

But no matter how he looked at it, he felt that the Zhao Zheng in front of him was not such a person, and the Zhao Zheng in his memories was no match for him.

In the past ten years or so, the achievements of dozens of people in the Zhao family cannot be faked. How could the military advisor rely on the dragon-slaying technique?

Especially when he thought that his eldest brother, the crown prince, would officially supervise the country soon. He, who was already extremely capable and charming, would inherit the country consolidated by the Zhao family. King Zhu Li of Yan could not help but express his inner thoughts to the military advisor. Confuse.

Is it because of the incident when Wang raised the white flag?

After much deliberation, he still resisted opening his mouth.

The Zhao Mansion is sacred and mysterious, but it also has many military advisors.

What's more, having great ambitions does not necessarily have to be achieved by sitting on that throne. King Yan also had his own calculations in his heart.

"Master Zhao, please come this way."

Without going to the main hall, after seven or eight turns, Zhao Zheng followed King Yan to a school ground.

On the school grounds, a bald man in black was drawing something on a scroll with the wingspan of several people.

"Master, Master Zhao is here."

"Donor Zhao is here? I'm sorry for not being able to greet the benefactor in person. It's true that the young monk has recently been confused by external evil spirits because he doesn't understand the true meaning of heaven and earth. Therefore, he can only rely on splashing ink to draw his soul. "

"Fortunately, King Yan was kind enough to seek medical treatment, and the benefactor was kind-hearted. I would like to thank the prince and the benefactor very much!"

Buddha is not a Buddha, Tao is not a Tao.

Daoyan, dressed in black, seems to have started talking crazy, but at the same time he has not forgotten to continue to write on the scroll.

Moreover, when he turned his head to thank and bent down, the movements of his hands were not messy on the scroll.

"Master is so cheerful. It would be great if Zhao could be like Master when he was sick."

The cooperation between Dao Yan and King Yan was nothing more than trying to transform the matter of inviting him to King Yan's fief from a king's solicitation of his ministers to a matter of mutual sympathy between ministers.

Fortunately, you, King Yan, care about you, Dao Yan cares about you, but I, Zhao Zheng, never care.

Without a weakness, I am invincible.

"The donor was joking. If he hadn't been seriously ill, the young monk wouldn't have dared to ask the prince to invite the donor to rescue him."

Regardless of whether Zhao Zheng shows he cares or not, Daoyan in black is trying to lock up the debt relationship.

Anyway, today, it’s you two that I’m begging for.

"Mr. Zhao, the master was originally selected by my father to teach Xiao Wang the righteousness. Xiao Wang is always confused when he accepts the master's sermons. I can only ask you to help the master solve his doubts."

King Yan also cooperated and pretended to be a good baby.

Faced with this perfect cooperation, although Zhao Zheng didn't care, it was impossible for him to accept this moral kidnapping.

"So, this...Zhao is not good at learning and is neither a saint nor a sage. This is a question for the master...Zhao has no choice but to be bold and give it a try!"

The two pauses between Zhao Zheng's words made King Yan and Dao Yan's hearts rise in their throats, fearing that he would shake his head.

Seeing him make a big turn at the end, I realized that their trick had been seen through.

But if you see through it, see through it.

Originally, what they wanted was just a superficial meaning.

Whether Zhao Zheng is good at planning or not has nothing to do with their needs.

What they asked for from the beginning was the Zhao family's vision.

"Thank you so much, little monk."

"Xiao Wang, thank you very much for Master Zhao's generosity."

So Daoyan and King Yan didn't feel embarrassed at all.

Zhao Zheng didn't say anything about how he couldn't bear it. He walked directly to Dao Yan's 'disease' and began to explore the cause.

The disease described on the scroll that was opened by the joint efforts of several people was indeed what Zhao Zheng expected. It was a map of the Sun and Moon Dynasty.

However, the imperial court directly controlled the Chief Secretary, and the fiefdoms of other vassals and naturalized vassal states were represented by steep mountains and rocks.

The king of Yan, Zhu Yue, was painted as a bird and a tree.

"Donor, the monk's illness has actually been around for a long time. In the early years, with the help of the Taifu, he got better once, but in recent years, for some reason, he has relapsed."

"Every night in the young monk's dream, it's like a gray swallow among the grass and trees on this steep slope. He really doesn't know where to fly. Even sitting in meditation can't relieve it."

Dao Yan stood next to Zhao Zheng, looking at his illness, the expression on his face was extremely painful, and his voice was trembling.

Zhao Zheng almost believed it.

"Three feet of native soil is an old feeling, and a visitor from a foreign land cannot be exchanged for gold. Why do you think about flying in your dreams?"

You all want to be the Riddler, right? Let me reveal your fig leaf!

If you want to get rich, just say so!

Zhao Zheng's tone was undisguised, pure contempt.

But his heart was really happy.

Because the current thoughts of King Yan and the monk in black coincided with his previous plan, how could he miss such a good opportunity to build a nest.

"The grass and trees have a winter season, so how can the spring birds roost? The young monk is so ignorant that his stinky bones are hard to change, so he wants to break down and stand up again without hitting the south wall. I hope the benefactor can give me some advice."

Faced with Zhao Zheng's straightforward attitude, King Yan was a little embarrassed, but Dao Yan was completely unfazed.

If King Yan retreats, he can become his general or vassal king. There are many choices.

Dao Yan is different. He has already blocked all his other escape routes. He only has one way, and he only takes that one way.

"In this case, there are only two solutions that are not solutions."

"I just don't know if Master dares to try it."

Zhao Zheng pretended to frown and first clicked on the cliffs on both sides of the bushes on the scroll.

"The first way is to peck through the cliffs on both sides. Although it will damage the beak, it is enough to expand the area and bloom the autumn surplus, which can be used to survive the winter."

"Master Zhao, please don't joke! The master is sent by Xiao Wang's father. How can Xiao Wang bear to see the master do such a thing!"

The first way is that before Dao Yan expresses his position, King Yan Zhu Li can't sit still.

Zhao Zheng quickly smiled and nodded, indicating that he understood. Originally, he had no intention of letting the two people in front of him adopt his method. It would be scary if they did.

King Yan finally let go of his nervousness.

However, the change in Dao Yan's expression on the side is worth savoring. Zhao Zheng guessed that the bald man in black must have made the same proposal before.

It’s really a dead Taoist friend but a poor Taoist.

No, this guy has been a Taoist priest.

"The only option over there is the second option."

Zhao Zheng took the brush and added a few wavy lines around the rocks.

"What does the donor mean by this?"

Dao Yan was a little confused, and King Yan also cast a doubtful look.

"There is no way to the sky, and there is no door to the earth. There is only one way over there, Tenghai!"

"Teng Hai?"

Facing this road they had never imagined, both King Yan and Dao Yan frowned.

But at the same time, the two of them didn't know why, but they always felt that there was a voice suddenly appearing at this moment, constantly emphasizing to themselves.

You are destined for this path!

"Master Zhao, how can this Lu Yan conquer the sea?"

What can be found on the sea?

Prince Zhu Li of Yan felt the call in his heart and looked at the waves on the scroll. As a prince, he felt confused for the first time.

“What matters is not what’s on the sea, but what’s on the other side of the sea.”

"Actually, the master can discover this path by himself. If the east is not the same as the west, then the east is more east than the east, and the west is more west than the west."

As Zhao Zheng explained, he dipped his brush in ink and added a few more strokes on the scroll.

This time, he painted stars.

He clicked a few points on the north represented at the top of the scroll.

He clicked on a few slightly different points for the south represented at the bottom of the scroll.

King Yan may not understand, but he believes that Dao Yan must understand.

The East is mine. If you want to swim, go outside.