This martial artist just wants to be an official

Chapter 18 It was him!

Seeing Lu Yuanzhi's stupefied look, Yun You covered his mouth with a slight smile and said, "Don't worry, my lord, I'll listen to you slowly."

Lu Yuanzhi was not in a hurry, and nodded with a smile.

The space in this box is very large. Although the sound insulation is not very good, you can vaguely hear some vaguely teasing waves around, but it doesn't affect Lu Yuanzhi's interest at all.

"This Confucianism and Taoism are indeed to cultivate righteousness, but after all, everyone has different talents, so of course the emphasis is also different."

"It's like people who practice martial arts. Some people love swords, while others prefer knives. Those who are good at spears are of course not as good as monks."

Yun You slowly explained to Lu Yuanzhi with an example, and there was a lingering spring in his bright eyes.

Lu Yuanzhi nodded slowly.

This is true.

"Scholars are the same, some are proficient in classics and righteousness, some are superb in painting, some are unparalleled in military skills, and some are brilliant in poetry..."

When it comes to poetic talent, Yunyou's alluring eyes seem to dim a bit:

"Speaking of poetic talents, it's just that after Wang Qianzhi, a poet and Confucianist in the previous dynasty, passed away, there are no more good poems."

Speaking of this, an unknown resentment flashed in Yunyou's eyes.

In the past, a talented man matched a beautiful woman, and the passage of a poem holding the oiran has naturally become a swan song in Dayong.

Those who work in such a romantic place, who hasn't imagined that a talented person can write a famous poem handed down for him, and since then he will become famous and become a famous courtesan known all over the world?
It's like when you were a child, you fantasized that you would become a pillar of society when you grow up, but you didn't expect to become a fan when you grow up.

As long as you dare to lie in bed for a day, you will get cool sooner or later.

"Elder sister also understands poetry?" Lu Yuanzhi's eyes froze.

To be honest, Lu Yuanzhi didn't understand poetry, except for those poems that were forced to be memorized by the teacher during school, he didn't even take the initiative to understand any poems.

The main thing was a complete nightmare during my school days, except for a line or a half that was really famous once in a while, the rest were those that appeared in textbooks.

"I also studied one or two."

A hint of self-mockery flashed across Yunyou's face inexplicably:
"Which of us romantic girls has never fantasized about a talented person writing a poem for himself, so that he can soar into the sky?"

Lu Yuanzhi laughed: "I wish my sister will realize her wish as soon as possible."

Yunyou smiled, not paying attention to the irony in Lu Yuanzhi's words, she herself has passed the prime of her life, and the unrealistic fantasies have long gone with the wind.

If Lu Yuanzhi didn't give a lot today, and Lu Yuanzhi is really handsome, she would not dance for Lu Yuanzhi on a whim.

"My sister continued."

Lu Yuanzhi changed his posture, closed his eyes, and lay on Yunyou's lap: "What's so strange about the Confucian defense formation here?"

Yun You smiled and took over the words: "Confucianism and Taoism are the ones with the most classics and righteousness. They naturally cultivate righteousness and righteousness to suppress evil spirits. Those with outstanding Danqing can produce flowers in their brushes. I heard that Confucianism and Taoism have advanced in Danqing. The characters drawn by the brush can come out of the painting."

Lu Yuanzhi was stunned. Isn't this Ma Liang's magic pen? !
"The masters of high-grade Confucianism and Taoism are proficient in various formations, arranging troops, leading the army to kill the enemy, and keeping the soldiers under their command from being approached by demons and Taoists. That is the real magic."

"This frontier Confucian defense array is the only high-grade military art in Dayong created by the mighty Marquis Wu of the dynasty. It is exquisite and profound, unprecedented."

Speaking of this, Yunyou looked yearning, "It's just that I have never seen the demeanor of the mighty Marquis, which makes me feel regretful."

"Is the defensive Confucian formation here really so powerful?"

Surprise flashed across Lu Yuanzhi's face.

"Of course." A trace of pride flashed across Yunyou's face, "I am a frontier in Chongbei. I have not been invaded by foreign races for 20 years. It is safe and sound. It is all thanks to Lord Mighty Wuhou who set up this formation. The foreign races are not only intrusions, but if they are a little closer to my Chongbei city wall, they will be annihilated in ashes."

There was a strange look in Lu Yuanzhi's eyes. He had heard of the frontier defense Confucianism, but he didn't know much about it.

"Then there are no disadvantages in this formation?"

"I've never heard of this before. Presumably there shouldn't be any. Marquis Mighty Wu and Master Ji Xuan defeated the coalition forces of the three races outside the Yumen Pass back then. It has been more than 20 years since we set up this formation. The formation has always been there, and there has never been any omission."

But there is no one in Dayong who does not worship and respect the mighty Marquis Wu and Ji Xuan.

After the Battle of Yumen Pass 20 years ago, these two people really brought Dayong 20 years of comfort.

Yunyu is of course no exception.

Ha ha.

The corner of Lu Yuanzhi's mouth twitched slightly.

No omissions?
How did Xianglian, a Raksha tribe from southern Xinjiang, get into the city?
As a modern person, he certainly knows that there has never been an absolute perpetual motion machine in this world.

There must always be motivation to maintain the big defensive formation over there.

Marquis Mighty Wu had never been to Chongbei once after he set up this formation, and no one had supplemented it for 20 years. Of course, this omission is understandable.

Thinking of this, suddenly a bolt of lightning struck Lu Yuanzhi's mind, his face froze suddenly, followed by a trembling of his hands.

Border defense formation?

Confucian monk?

Mighty Marquis?
Jingcha?

Damn, it can't be such a coincidence, can it? !
Lu Yuanzhi frowned and cleared his mind bit by bit.

First of all, the Xianglian case clarifies the first point. There must be aliens who have passed the border defense Confucianism.

This trace of looseness, as a high-grade Confucian and Taoist monk of Dayong, Marquis Mighty Wu definitely knows it.

So he's coming to fix the looseness.

And just in time for the Beijing inspection, not only can repair the loose formation, but also quietly observe the security situation in various places.

And just now, a high-grade warrior with an over-standard military aura almost wanted to kill him.

The most important thing is that such a high-quality and distinguished warrior is just a follower of that elegant middle-aged man.

And that middle-aged man claimed to be a Confucian disciple.

This makes it impossible to guess the real identity of the middle-aged man.

This is riding a horse.

After he figured it out, Lu Yuanzhi broke out in a cold sweat for a moment.

Because he seemed to have yelled to give way to the mighty Wuhou of Dayong, the protagonist of the battle of Yumen Pass 20 years ago? ?

You didn't do it yourself, did you?

Fortunately, I didn't do anything excessive.

If not, he might really be decapitated.

In the feudal dynasty, the hierarchy is really strict.

If he really accidentally bumped into Marquis Wei Wu, he would definitely have no problem being killed on the spot.

No one would question a mighty and mighty Marquis because of a small yamen servant.

What's more, Lord Hou has made great contributions to the country.

"Sir?"

When Lu Yuanzhi was in a daze, Yun You gently touched his shoulder, his face was full of spring, and his misty eyes contained the urge to turn into a hungry wolf. There was a hint of temptation in his tone:
"Why do you run away? Is Yunyu not good-looking enough?"

Lu Yuanzhi took a deep breath and temporarily put aside the messy thoughts in his mind.

Immediately, his face returned to a carefree look:

"My sister's looks are my younger brother's favorite."

(End of this chapter)