Stunning beauty

"Have you received invitations from the Li family and the Confucian sect? No? You can't do that either!"

"Did you receive it? It's amazing, I'm envious."

"It's okay, keep a low profile."

In the great commercial capital, teahouses, restaurants, and fireworks and willow alleys, there was discussion everywhere about who received the invitations from the Li family and the Confucian sect, and it had become a capital for showing off among talented people, beauties, and dignitaries.

As the number one sect in the world, the Confucian sect has a saint who sits in command, with a transcendent status and is respected by the world. However, the Li family has risen rapidly in recent years and has become as rich as the country. Now, it has been granted the hereditary and irreplaceable position of Wanhuhou. Faintly occupying the position of the best family in the world, the two families jointly hosted banquets for all parties, which can be said to have caused a sensation in the entire capital.

At this time, if any literati and celebrities did not receive invitations from the Li family and the Confucian sect, then the whole circle would be a little embarrassed.

With the fermentation of time and the promotion of caring people, being invited to this banquet hosted by the Li family and the Confucian sect has become a symbol of identity and status.

In the end, some dignitaries or literati who had not yet been invited were even anxious to rely on their connections and find ways to get an invitation.

"Senior Brother Chang Yu, aren't you a disciple of our Confucian sect? How can you be responsible for distributing invitations to the Li family? What, 1 taels a day? Oh my god, are the Li family still short of people? Yes, it doesn't matter whether it's money or not. , the important thing is that I want to come to Li’s house to help for a few days!”

"Is there no shortage of people? Well, what a pity. Senior brother Chang Yu. Next time you have such an opportunity, you must bring junior brother with you."

"Senior Brother Chang Yu, I have something to ask for your help. Look, my seventh uncle's neighbor's son wants an invitation. I want to ask Senior Brother for it? I don't dare. Confucianism has a lot of invitations. , I can only come to ask you, Senior Brother Chang Yu, are you a famous scholar? That must be it! Go back and wait? Thank you, Senior Brother! Senior Brother is indeed the most considerate person in our Confucian sect!"

Li Garden, front yard, Chang Yu is sitting under the temporary pavilion, the old god is listening to the flattery of his junior brothers, he is very proud.

In Li Garden, the gate of the mansion is wide open, and around the pavilion, several Confucian disciples wearing Confucian robes and ancient swords are gathered around, chattering and trying to get in touch with each other for invitations.

In this large commercial capital with complex human relationships, who doesn’t have a few relatives and friends?

It was difficult to get invitations from the Confucian sect, so I could only ask for them from Li Yuan.

As a result, Chang Yu, who was responsible for distributing invitations to the Li family, became the target of everyone's favour.

Although the invitation is a real-name system, it is not difficult to just write down your name.

After the first batch of invitations from the Li family and the Confucian sect were sent out, the news that they could get the invitations through connections was already released.

"Professor Li."

"Professor Li."

Just as the Confucian disciples were asking for invitations, not far away, Xiaosi came pushing Li Ziye on the machine chair. Several Confucian disciples immediately saluted respectfully and said greetings.

"You guys are busy, I'm going out to do something."

Li Ziye responded with a smile, choosing to turn a blind eye to everyone asking for invitations because of their connections.

Because it was he who formulated the strategy of strictly controlling the number of invitations issued by the Confucian sect and asking everyone to come to the Li family to trust their connections.

The Confucian family wants fame, and the Li family wants profit. Each takes what they need without affecting each other.

Under the watchful eyes of several Confucian disciples, Li Ziye left Li Yuan, got on the carriage and left.

"Senior Brother Chang Yu, what is Li Jiaoxi doing?" A Confucian disciple asked curiously.

"What do you ask so many questions?"

Chang Yu said angrily, "Go back quickly. Your seventh uncle's neighbor's son wants an invitation. After I verify that it's OK, I'll have someone send it to him."

"Little boy."

In the city, carriages rumbled past on the streets. In the carriage, Xiao Si looked at the young master in front of him and asked puzzledly, "Why don't you send out all the invitations at once?"

"Intelligence, favors."

Li Ziye said calmly, "Needless to say favors, the information brought by this invitation distribution is immeasurable. If they want invitations, they have to ask someone to contact the Li family, and the Li family, if they want to be Their network.”

While the two were talking, the carriage moved forward, and after a while, it stopped in front of Prince Wu'an's Mansion.

In front of the house, the guard looked obviously startled when he heard Li Ziye's name. He was very surprised.

After a brief shock, the guard quickly walked into the mansion and went to report.

In front of the house, Li Ziye waited patiently, not in a hurry.

Not long after, the guard who went to report came back and saluted politely, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty invites you."

"Thank you."

Li Ziye responded, turned the machine chair and entered the palace.

In the front yard of the palace, in front of the main hall, a majestic figure stood quietly. It was King Wu'an, one of Emperor Shang's right-hand men, and the actual controller of the Shadow Guard.

"I've met the prince." Li Ziye called politely.

"Senior Ganyang."

Mu Wu'an looked at the visitor and asked indifferently, "What's the matter with coming here today?"

"Send an invitation to the prince."

Li Ziye took out an invitation and waved it over.

When Mu Wu'an saw the invitation coming out of the air, he frowned slightly, his true energy circulated in his body, and he reached out to receive it.

The next moment, when the invitation came into my hands, it was like a huge weight, as strong as King Wu'an, and I felt a little strenuous.

With one move, Mu Wuan's expression darkened, and he stared at the white-haired young man in front of him, feeling uncontrollably in his heart.

Isn't he dead?

"Legend has it that among the princes, Prince Wen is unparalleled in talent and talent. King Wu'an is extraordinary in martial arts and has been admired by younger generations for a long time. I wonder if I can have the opportunity to ask the prince for some advice?" Li Ziye looked at King Wu'an in front of him on the machine chair and asked politely. road.

"The prince wants to ask for advice, so of course I will accompany him."

Hearing this, Mu Wuan's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He did not refuse and said calmly, "However, the sword has no eyes, and I am worried about hurting the prince."

"It is inevitable for those who practice martial arts to get injured."

Li Ziye said calmly, "My lord, there is no need to worry."

"Come with me."

Mu Wu'an said something and led the way towards the martial arts arena.

Behind him, Xiaosi pushed the young master on the machine chair and followed him, his expression calm and without any disturbance.

The biggest illusion in this world is that many people think they can win against the young master.

Unfortunately, this is just wishful thinking and wishful thinking.

Soon, the three of them arrived in front of the martial arts arena. Around the martial arts arena, rows of weapons were displayed.

"Your Majesty, please choose a weapon." Mu Wu'an stopped and reminded.

"Need not."

Li Ziye smiled and said, "It is disrespectful to ask the prince for advice and use weapons."

He could not afford to use weapons against King Wu'an.

However, in the fist fight, he, a cripple with no cultivation, injured King Wu An. No one would say anything, right?

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