From the War God’s grandson to the Heavenly Khan,
22 When Uncle and Nephew Meet, Neither Humble nor Overbearing

Shi Qingyu

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This wooden bull was actually also made by Li Zhao?

Li Shimin and Xiao Yu looked at each other, and their eyes were filled with shock.

Not only did this legendary young man have extraordinary medical skills, but he was also proficient in farming and mulberry. He had grown the divine wheat that could solve the problem of feeding the people of the world.

Just these two things alone were enough to make him famous throughout the world.

This youth was actually proficient in the art of traps and had created the wooden bull that had been lost for hundreds of years!

How could Li Shimin not be shocked by such extraordinary talent?

"Your Highness, I heard that the young War God who resolved the siege of Chang 'an last time rode the Mohist mechanical bird.”

"That thing has the same effect as this wooden ox. Could this Li Zhao be the young war god that His Highness is looking for?”

Yuchi Gong reminded.

Li Shi Min's eyes lit up, and he nodded with excitement.

If this Li Zhao was the young War God, he would have to search for him everywhere. The heavens were destined for such a young genius to be taken into the Heavenly Strategy General's residence.

At that time, the power of King Qin's Mansion would completely overwhelm the power of the Eastern Palace. How could the Crown Prince compete with him?

"Let's go, this king can't wait to see the young genius's elegance.”

Li Shimin whipped his horse and went straight to the fields.

The group of people immediately went to the side of the road, looking for Li Zhao's figure.

Xiao Yiyan's eyes were sharp, and she was the first to see it."Li Lang, it's me. My father specially came to thank you.”

Li Zhao, who was working in the fields, heard the sound and looked up into the distance. As expected, he saw the familiar figure of his aunt.

"Why are they here…"

Li Zhao hesitated for a moment before deciding to meet Xiao Yu.

After all, that was his grandfather. It was not easy for him to come all the way to Longshou Mountain to thank him in person.

The visitor was a guest, so Li Zhao had no reason to reject him.

He lifted a huge stone with one hand and walked to the edge of the field.

That stone was dug out from the ground when he was clearing the wasteland. He wanted to clear it out so that he could plant wheat.

Seeing this scene, Li Shi Min and the others were all slightly moved and took in a breath of cold air.

"Your Highness, I think that huge rock is at least a thousand pounds heavy. He actually carried it so easily with one hand. This child is born with divine strength.”

Yuchi Gong's martial path was extraordinary, so he naturally could see the knack within.

Li Shi Min nodded his head slightly, his eyes growing more and more excited. He felt that Li Zhao was the young War God he was looking for.

Bang!

Li Zhao threw the stone on the ground and dusted off the dust on his sleeves. He didn't even breathe heavily. His breathing was as usual, and he didn't seem to be struggling at all.

Li Shi Min and the others were amazed by his godly power.

"Li Lang, you cured this old man's head wind disease, but left without saying goodbye. This old man had no choice but to personally come and thank you.”

Xiao Yu walked forward with a smile and cupped his hands at Li Zhao.

"State Duke, you're too kind.”

Li Zhao returned the greeting with a fist salute, his tone calm, neither servile nor overbearing.

Although he was young, he had the mind of an adult. Moreover, he had killed Jie Li in a hundred thousand troops. He had seen big scenes, so he naturally wouldn't be restrained when dealing with them.

Li Shi Min nodded slightly. He had seen all kinds of heroes under his command.

For someone like Li Zhao, who was only fourteen or fifteen years old, to be able to maintain his composure in front of a dignified High Duke without a trace of panic, just this level of composure was something that even he could not compare to when he was young.

This kid was indeed not an ordinary person…

He carefully sized up Li Zhao and suddenly felt that his handsome face looked somewhat familiar.

That face seemed to resemble his late third brother, Li Yuanba.

"He also possesses divine power and is similar to Yuan Ba God. Could it be that he really has Yuan Ba's bloodline?”

A thought flashed across Li Shi Min's mind.

He anxiously tried to recall his past experiences, trying to recall if Li Yuanba had had any women he had slept with before he died.

Thinking about it, his martial arts fanatic brother could only practice martial arts and was not interested in women at all. He had dragged him to drink wine several times, but Li Yuanba had never touched those beauties.

Suddenly, he thought of something.

He remembered that year when the two of them went to the Xiao family as guests. Li Yuanba, who had drunk too much, seemed to have forced himself on that Youngest Biao Sister.

After the incident, he was afraid that his uncle would blame him, so he pulled Li Yuanba and fled the Xiao Manor that very night.

Could it be that Xiao Family's cousin was pregnant with Yuan Ba's child that night?

It couldn't be such a coincidence, right?

If that was the case, then how could Li Zhao have never met Xiao Yu?

Li Shiming's thoughts turned, but he couldn't figure out the key points. He dismissed the idea and comforted himself that he was just thinking too much.

After all, there were people who looked alike in the world.

"Li Lang, this is the King of Qin of our Great Tang. Quickly greet him!”

At this moment, Xiao Yu's introduction interrupted Li Shimin's expression.

His thoughts returned to reality. He raised his head and looked at Li Zhao with a smile, waiting for this young genius to come and greet him with an expression of being flattered.

Unexpectedly, Li Zhao cupped his hands and said indifferently,""So it's Your Highness the King of Qin. Nice to meet you.”

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