All Permitted Handwritten Note, Chang'an's Three Surnames (23)

(The next chapter will be a little later. I'll make up for the recent inaccurate update schedule by updating an extra chapter tomorrow.)

Late at night.

Chongyang City, as a higher-level city, is dotted with numerous villages and towns, and even includes large counties, nestled in the wilderness.

As a result, the wilderness also saw the creation of numerous mud and stone trade routes, with caravans frequently traveling between cities and towns.

In a convoy.

"There."

"It's right there!"

A faint, Pure Qi lingered in Li Yiyi's eyes as she gazed at the distant, rolling mountain range—from the perspective of the Qi Gazing Technique,

A vibrant purple qi can be seen soaring into the sky!!

There's absolutely no need to explore mountain after mountain, no need to expend so much effort searching.

Li Yiyi murmured in shock:

"So, the dream was real after all."

In her dream, the ancestor who taught her the Qi Gazing Technique once said something like this.

"The Thousand Mile Zhaoling, buries emperors; purple qi soars to the heavens, reaching Chang'an."

She asked what Chang'an was—the ancestor said it was one of the most prosperous imperial cities of the human race, a vast and ancient city.

The Great Tomb where our ancestor was buried was a 'Yin Chang'an'.

The layout of the tomb is entirely modeled after the city of Chang'an.

"Soaring purple qi!" Luo Cheng's eyes also shone with Pure Qi as he muttered to himself in a daze. Zhou Tian Er, who was riding in the same car with them, had a flicker in his eyes.

He didn't understand any of that auspicious purple qi; all he knew was that these two fat sheep were more than just fat sheep.

Or perhaps they are one of my benefactors.

A tremendous benefactor!

This is someone favored by Director Zhang, who personally wrote the words "All Permitted" and even left his name on it!

Although Zhou Tian Er often criticized the new Public Security Bureau Chief, his criticisms were...

He was quite aware of the power and influence this important figure possessed.

"What's going on there? What purple qi?"

The middle-aged man driving looked around curiously, but saw nothing.

Which mountain range are you talking about?

He blinked and said:

"You mean the Jiuzong Mountains? Chang'an Town, which we're heading to, is also in that area."

Li Yiyi and Luo Cheng exchanged a glance, their breathing suddenly becoming rapid.

Chang'an Town

Chang'an City, Yin Chang'an, Chang'an Town.

We've found the right place.

That really is the Great Tomb of my ancestors!

Li Yiyi licked her lips and murmured:

Chang'an Town

"Yes!"

The middle-aged man driving nodded and warned:

"When you get there, be careful. There are two families you shouldn't mess with: one surnamed Yuan and the other surnamed Wei."

Yuan Wei

Luo Cheng suppressed his excitement and couldn't help but ask:

"Master, is there any significance to these two surnames? Could it be that there are grandmasters or even Great Grandmasters in the Lineage?"

The middle-aged man shook his head:

"I don't know the specifics, but there's a saying circulating in town that the Wei family is the 'Dragon-Slaying Lineage'."

"It's said that their ancestors killed a star beast called the Dragon King—and they did it in a dream!"

He clicked his tongue in amazement and said:

"Moreover, most of those who have offended the Wei family over the years have died mysteriously in their sleep, which is indeed somewhat mystical."

Zhou Tian Er, sitting in the passenger seat, nodded slightly.

"I've heard that saying before."

Li Yiyi and Luo Cheng exchanged a glance, and the former asked curiously:

"What about the Yuan family?"

"The Yuan family, they're said to be a Lineage tomb keepers," the middle-aged man explained. "They're very skilled at fortune telling."

"But the most crucial point is that their surname has produced a very important figure in the last hundred years, a figure of immense importance!"

"Who is it?" Li Yiyi pressed.

"Yuan Feidao!"

The middle-aged man clicked his tongue and said:

"This person is extraordinary; I've heard he's even more powerful than a Great Grandmaster."

"There are also rumors that several high-ranking officials in Chongyang City are disciples or grand-disciples of that old man Yuan!"

Zhou Tian Er nodded again:

"That's true, there are even rumors about it."

He turned around and gave the two of them a strange look:

"There are rumors that the director-general of the Public Security Bureau is the grand-disciple of that old man Yuan."

"Whoa!"

Luo Cheng's eyes widened:

"The Director-General? He must be a grandmaster, right? Just a grand-disciple? If that's the case, then Old Master Yuan is truly an incredibly important figure!"

Zhou Tian Er's expression became even stranger, Grandmaster.

In the end, he said nothing.

Since that person hasn't revealed their identity, why should I say anything?

Although that person's identity is not a secret, it can be easily found on the Divine Net.

Li Yiyi then asked many more questions about Chang'an Town.

"There's also a Wu Family, which is quite peculiar."

A middle-aged man comes to talk about sex:

"This prominent family is quite peculiar. They were targeted by both the Wei and Yuan families, and their lives were very difficult, yet their lineage never ceased to exist."

"It's like the Wei and Yuan families; they're just unhappy with the Wu Family, but they don't want them to be wiped out."

Li Yiyi nodded silently. Wei, Yuan, Wu.

A normal person would only find it strange, but she knew that her ancestors were buried in the Jiuzong Mountain Range.

Listen to what the ancestors in the dream said: our ancestors had many honorific titles, such as Great Tang Sage, Heavenly Khan, and General of Heavenly Strategy.

Under such circumstances, there must be something unusual about these Three Surnames families in Chang'an Town.

As they talked and pondered, the convoy suddenly came to a slow stop, and a commotion arose ahead.

"What happened?"

Li Yiyi frowned and asked.

"I'll go take a look." The middle-aged man got out of the car, walked to the front, and soon returned.

"I probably can't go."

He shook his head in frustration:

"The rebelling army entered the wilderness a few days ago, and now there are signs of another uprising. It is said that the passage will be impossible for at least a month."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man stamped his foot, clearly very anxious. They relied on trading to make a living, and if they had to stop working for a month...

My mortgage payments are probably about to stop.

Li Yiyi's expression also turned grim. The Jiuzong Mountain Range were now visible, their purple qi piercing the sky— the Great Tomb of their ancestor.

Do we still have to wait for the results?

She couldn't help but ask:

"Isn't there any other way to go? For example?"

The middle-aged man decisively shook his head:

"There are checkpoints everywhere, making smuggling very difficult. And if you get caught, you could be treated as a rebel, which would be the end of you."

Li Yiyi looked dejected, stuck her head out the window, and peered ahead.

The guards seemed resolute, and the caravan leader continued to plead, but to no avail.

This convoy is carrying mostly fresh food. If it can't reach Chang'an Town, will it turn back?

That would be a huge loss.

Many people in the convoy were sighing and complaining.

Zhou Tian Er watched this scene quietly, pondered for a moment, and then said to Li Yiyi:

"Miss Li, do you remember the piece of paper Mr. Zhang gave you during the day?"

Li Yiyi, who was feeling dejected, paused for a moment and looked at the grandmaster:

You mean this?

She pulled the small note out of her pocket. It read "All Permitted" and was signed "Zhang Fusheng".

"That's right."

Zhou Tian Er considered for a moment, then continued:

"Miss Li, why don't you take this note and give it a try?"

Li Yiyi and Luo Cheng exchanged bewildered glances. What was going on?

Thinking of the always gentle Young Brother Zhang, an unbelievable guess came to her mind.

No, it can't possibly work, right??

Luo Cheng also keenly noticed that when this Master Zhou addressed Zhang as "Mr. Zhang," his attitude seemed very respectful.

The two looked at each other again.

Li Yiyi made up her mind: let's give it a try.

She got out of the car with little hope. The middle-aged man was puzzled, but still led her to the front of the convoy.

"Old Xie, let's go back." The driver saw the middle-aged man approaching and shook his head dejectedly. "We're under special martial law now, there's no way we'll be allowed to pass."

He shrugged.

"As the soldier would say, even if the King of Heaven himself came, he wouldn't be able to get past us today."

The middle-aged man shook his head with a wry smile:

"Of course I know, it's Miss Li who wants to give it a try."

The driver of the car looked curiously at this 'Miss Li'.

At this moment, Li Yiyi had already stepped forward, and the soldiers guarding the pass frowned:

"Is this never going to end? If you don't return soon, I'll report you as a rebel. This time, the order came directly from the city."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the little girl hesitantly hand him a note.

"What a piece of junk!"

Just as he was about to swat it away, the soldier suddenly shivered for no apparent reason, and his movements slowed down a beat.

After hesitating for a moment, I decided to take a look at the result on the note.

[All Permitted

Zhang Fusheng]

His hand trembled, and he stared at Li Yiyi with a look of horror, the impatience on his face vanishing completely.

"Please wait a moment."

Under the bewildered gazes of Li Yiyi, the car driver, and the middle-aged man, the soldier jogged away.

Before long, he came running back with a sweating officer who had just hung up the phone. The officer, panting, handed him the note with both hands:

"Miss Li."

Li Yiyi took the note blankly, and before she could ask the officer how he knew her surname was Li, she saw the officer turn around and shout:

"Switch on, allow passage!"

"Send out two teams of men to escort Miss Li!"

Ten minutes later.

Escorted by four Armored Hovercar, the convoy set off again.

Inside the car, the middle-aged man driving remained silent, occasionally glancing at Li Yiyi through the rearview mirror, swallowing hard, and shivering.

Li Yiyi held the note, looking at the five words "All Permitted" and "Zhang Fusheng" on it.

He glanced again at the Armored Hovercar in the sky outside the window and fell silent.

Who is Young Brother Zhang?

She asked the question, Zhou Tian Er shrugged and remained silent.

The convoy approached Chang'an Town, near the Jiuzong Mountain Range.

Li Yiyi snapped out of her daze and subconsciously activated her Qi Gazing Technique again. Pure Qi appeared in her eyes as she looked towards the continuous mountain range.

Purple.

A thick, overwhelming purple qi permeated the entire sky.

She was shocked and murmured again:

"The Thousand Mile Zhaoling, buries emperors; purple qi soars to the heavens, reaching Chang'an."

The moment the convoy entered the area of Chang'an Town.

The long river of purple qi in the sky suddenly trembled violently.

Suddenly, a blind man with an iron cane blocked the way in front of the convoy, and next to him stood a white-haired, weathered old man.

Zhou Tian Er frowned and was about to stick his head out of the window to yell, but was pulled back by the middle-aged man.

He glanced sideways in surprise and saw the middle-aged man covered in cold sweat:

"That old man is the head of the Wei family!"

"The other one leaning on an iron crutch is Yuan Tiandao, the eldest brother of Old Master Yuan Feidao and the head of the Yuan family!"

Zhou Tian Er was taken aback, and subconsciously turned around to look at the three people in the back row:

Miss Li

His voice abruptly stopped.

Li Yiyi and Luo Cheng were originally sitting in the back row.

But now, a mysterious figure draped in a black robe appeared between the two. A gust of wind blew through the window, lifting the black robe slightly to reveal a dark red hue.

Li Yiyi and Luo Cheng didn't dare to move.

Zhou Tian Er was drenched in sweat.

"The Thousand Mile Zhaoling, buries emperors; purple qi soars to the heavens, reaching Chang'an."

Through the causal connection with Li Yiyi, Zhang Fusheng listened quietly to this sentence.

He manipulated cause and effect, peering along this shallow line of reason, and all that had just happened came into view.

"The three families of Wei, Yuan, and Wu, in Chang'an Town."

Zhang Fusheng squinted and murmured, recalling the myths and legends of his past life.

The Wei family that slew the dragon likely refers to Wei Zheng —in mythology, this remonstrating official once beheaded the 'Jing River Dragon King' in his sleep.

As for the Yuan family and the Wu Family?

The latter might be related to that 'Consort Wu', as for the former...

Zhang Fusheng guessed that it was probably related to Yuan Tiangang and Yuan Shoucheng.

Yuan Tiangang was the Bureau Chief of the Imperial Observatory during the Tang Dynasty, and Yuan Shoucheng was his uncle—but these are secondary matters.

My grandmaster is actually from the Yuan family?!

But—isn't the Yuan family a lineage of Daoists?

How did my grandmaster become a monk?

Zhang Fusheng didn't understand, nor did he intend to investigate immediately. He simply silently used the power of the divine chariot to connect the causes and effects.

The [Plague Demon] appeared out of nowhere.

"Could the date our grandmaster is waiting for, February 9th, be related to Chang'an Town in any way?"

Zhang Fusheng murmured to himself as he sensed the situation of the plague demon and the convoy.

The phone suddenly vibrated.

It was Chen Daoling calling.