Changsheng starts from Tiangang 36

Chapter 110 Young General, Comparable to a Sage

"Benefits lure them, disorder seizes them, prepares them for reality, evades them when strong, scratches them with anger, makes them arrogant when humble, works hard for them, separates them from relatives, attacks those who are unprepared, and catches them by surprise."

"The love of soldiers is speed, taking advantage of others' inability, and attacking what they don't guard against."

"The seven chapters on the Art of War are concise and to the point. The wisdom contained in them is profound, profound and rich. Every word and sentence contains infinite truth. With simple language, it tells the most important military affairs!"

"It's not just the way of using troops on the battlefield, it's also calculation, expounding on the self-interested trend, practicing and explaining the self-interested trend, and it can even be extended to more fields. Temple calculations, philosophy of handling affairs, and management effectiveness are all involved!"

Over the Confucian Temple, the literary spirit that has not completely dissipated is like a veil covering the entire temple.

At the end of the martial arts strategy discussion, all the warriors rushing to take the exam have left the arena, and everything is silent, but the Mingsheng Hall, which is located at the pole, is still brightly lit.

The lanterns are like night, reflecting the sky through the gauze-like style.

Jiang Li's examination papers had already been transcribed into more than a hundred copies by the academicians of the Imperial Academy, and circulated among civil and military officials for reading.

Although Emperor Jing was sitting on the dragon chair at the highest place in the hall, none of the ministers of His Highness seemed to feel the might of the Emperor of the Great Zhou. Suddenly, shaking his head from time to time, sighing from time to time, not one by one.

The entire Ming Temple is like a noisy market fair, full of wonders, theories, leg slaps, noisy and chaotic.

"Your Majesty, I really find it hard to believe that these seven volumes of the Military Sacred Code were really written by a young man!"

A tall and handsome man wearing a high crown and a long gown with wide sleeves, like the people of ancient times, put down the Chinese scroll in his hand, with a look of unsatisfactory expression on his face: "This article is well-structured and in order, and cannot be added or subtracted. One word cannot be turned upside down, and it contains the utmost truth, even if a naughty boy reads it through once, it is enough to be a general of a thousand people!"

"Mr. Da can give such an evaluation, this Jiang Li is really worthy of the name of a saint's disciple!"

Emperor Jing nodded, and immediately asked again: "Sir, do you think these seven volumes of Art of War were really written by Jiang Li?"

"Your Majesty, although I can't believe it, in my memory, before this, there is no such a book on military tactics that mentions the Middle Ages, modern times, or even ancient times!"

Li Changgeng, the master of the Confucian Temple, shook his head, "Besides, this volume can arouse the resonance of hundreds of literary sages, which is enough to prove that before today, there was no such volume in this world!"

He paused and said: "Jiang Lizhen is a genius of the world, the son of heaven, and his future achievements may not be inferior to hundreds of sages, even comparable to literary sages. The last word of this volume is a bit scribbled. If the guess is correct, Jiang Li still has a scroll in mind!"

"Comparable to Wen Sheng, who still has soldiers in his belly!"

Hearing the words, Emperor Jing was also moved. He looked at Zhenwuhou Jiang Shirong, "Shi Rong, Jiang Li is your son, why don't even you, the father, know where he might have gone? Don't you deserve him?"

The holy voice was gentle, but it contained the meaning of reprimand.

Jiang Li's remonstrance with the three strategies of restraining recklessness has already surpassed the officials in the palace, and being able to write seven volumes of the military strategist is more than enough to show that this son is extraordinary.

With such a great talent, but hiding it and refusing to donate it for the court's use, what is the intention?

Even if he is of the blood of the pre-Qin survivors, so what.

Being able to write the seven volumes of the Military Academy without reservation is enough to prove his loyalty to Da Zhou!

Although Emperor Jing didn't say these words clearly, how could Jiang Shirong fail to understand them.

It's just that Marquis Zhenwu, who is crowned the world's most powerful martial artist, was in a trance at this time, and couldn't hear Jinghuang's voice at the first time.

Jiang Shirong held the document in his hand, like a sculpture, with a stern and hard face, calm, deep and quiet, and his eyes were full of knives and swords, seemingly neither surprised nor happy.

But only he knows the monstrous waves in his heart.

As the former Great Zhou Army God, he naturally knew the meaning, value and height of this scroll.

After reading through the hundreds of words of the "Beginning Chapter", he already realized that Jiang Li's accomplishments in the art of warfare completely surpassed him!
One was trapped in the small courtyard by him for ten years, and he had never received the precepts and deeds of military strategists at all. He could comprehend these extremely magnificent thoughts only by relying on classics and history books and simple military books.

This kind of natural talent is terrifying and indescribable.

Even among the several sons-in-law whom he cultivated meticulously and had great expectations, none of them can match Jiang Liwanyi in terms of military skills!

"Your Majesty, this son's disposition has been different from ordinary people since he was a child, and he acts perversely, which is difficult to predict with common sense. Although he has a small talent, he is not a stable and trustworthy person. He still needs to be sharpened and tempered. Otherwise, the higher he stands, the more he will be against Da Zhou. Lay hidden!"

After three breaths, Jiang Shirong bowed slightly and replied loudly.

"Marquis Wu is too modest. All the peerless and amazing people in this world have unique temperaments. It is difficult for ordinary people to understand their words and deeds. It is reasonable to often act out of the ordinary. After all, we are all ordinary people. How can you speculate on the thinking of heaven and man!" Li Changgeng shook his head.

"You don't need to elevate this son too high, Mister Da, I don't know what kind of character Jiang Li is like a father, I don't know, he is the only one who has the most perverse character among all the sons, and he has no family blood relationship in his heart!" Jiang Shirong still insisted on his own opinion.

"Marquis Wu's words, are you doubting the will of the sages and sages?"

Hearing this, Li Changgeng waved his sleeves in displeasure, and snorted coldly: "I heard that Marquis Wu has moved this son into a lowly family, and intends to make him a son-in-law in the Marquis of Qianjun's residence? Secretly suppressing, even forbidding disciples of saints to visit the sages of the Confucian Temple?
"It's inconvenient for me to interfere in Marquis Wu's family affairs, but as an important minister of the court, you should know that all state affairs are the most important thing. How can family disputes conflict with the selection of talents by the Holy One? Such a move is worthy of the title of Marquis? Is it for the country, the court, Cultivating a man of sophistication for the Holy Majesty is not as good as a few words at the pillow of your jealous wife!"

Li Changgeng's words are eloquent, his voice is as moving as the wind, and it contains righteousness. Every word is wrapped in etiquette, law, righteousness and virtue, occupying the moral high ground, pointing out the country, and criticizing face to face.

Since Jiang Li's identity was revealed, Li Changgeng sent someone to carefully investigate Jiang Li's affairs. After all, he is a master of the Confucian Temple and he is a descendant of a sage of literature. He will pay special attention to everything about a sage.

There is no impenetrable wall in the world, and it didn't take long for him to learn some information about Jiang Li.

Li Changgeng felt indescribable indignation when he learned that a disciple of a sage had been No. 1 in the college entrance examination, and that the Confucian Temple had given him a silk Confucian cannon, but he had never even paid homage to a hundred sages.

Seeing that Jiang Shirong still insisted on suppressing at this moment, even with the cultivation of Mr. Confucian Temple, he couldn't suppress his dissatisfaction.

"Mr. Da speaks seriously. Shi Rong dares to question the will of the saint. Jiang Li did not enter the temple to meet the saints and sages, but it was my negligence!"

Jiang Shirong's eyes flickered, and the array of swords, guns and swords flowed faintly, but finally died down. He bowed his body again, with a humble attitude, and stopped arguing.

Although Li Changgeng was not the master of the Confucian Temple, he was the first disciple of the master. He was not only extremely knowledgeable, but also had the reputation of self-denial, integrity and selflessness.

The master traveled far away and disappeared without a trace for ten years. Li Changgeng was in charge of the Confucian Temple, and his words and deeds represented the will of the Confucian Temple, and he was the spokesperson of Confucian scholars all over the world.

To confront Li Changgeng is to confront the literati of the world.

What's more, the He Lou family did lose their wife's virtue, jealous of concubines, and oppressing the Jiang family's heirs, which is a greater crime than adultery.

"Chang Geng, Shi Rong, you are all important officials of the imperial court, one represents the culture, and the other suppresses martial arts, you are both my right-hand men!"

Emperor Jing waved his hand to appease the two, and said: "I know Shi Rong's loyalty to me and the imperial court. I am afraid that there is no one in this world who can compare with him. The imperial court and the Ministry of War are busy, and he has no time to take care of his children. Everything is justified and should be done!"

Emperor Jing smiled, but changed the subject: "But as the eldest wife of Marquis Zhenwu's mansion, He Lou is the mistress of a mansion. What she did is really disrespectful and unworthy of virtue. With the thoughts of the saints and sages, wouldn’t I, Da Zhou, want to miss out on a country-governing talent whose future potential is comparable to that of a saint?”

"Your Majesty, don't mention Jiang Li's character and talent. Just these seven volumes of Art of War are better than a million soldiers for my Da Zhou, and will benefit all generations!"

Li Changgeng said even louder, his voice was so loud that it shook the court.

The civil and military officials in Mingsheng Temple were also attracted by the dispute between the two, but they were all silent and out of the world.

Although they are high and powerful, they are all the people with the highest status and power in a country, but they dare not participate in it at will.

One represents the context, and the other represents the martial context.

If you are not careful, you will hurt your tendons and bones!
"Report to Your Majesty, the saint's disciple has been found, and he is rushing here with General Yuchi!"

At this moment, a Qilin guard hurried into the hall and knelt down to report.

"Did Jiang Li find it?"

All the officials of the Ming Temple turned their heads, and Emperor Jing also showed a hint of expectation. He looked at the panting unicorn guards, and couldn't help laughing: "I almost mobilized half of the city's soldiers to search, but I didn't find the saint's disciple until now. Where did Jiang go, and how did you find it?"

"This……"

Hearing this, Qilin Wei had a look of confusion on his face. He looked at the figures among the officials present, his heart sank, and he told the truth: "My lord, when we found the disciple of the sage, he was talking to people on the street. ...to fight with people!"

"Hahaha, as expected of the son of Marquis Wu, just after he left the examination room, he started fighting with others!"

Jing Huang was startled, then clapped his hands and laughed, as if he was touched by Jiang Li's youthful frivolity.

Many ministers present also laughed in response.

But for some reason, Qilin Wei, who was in charge of reporting, had a more subtle expression on his face.

"Tell me, can the disciple of the sage win? Who is he fighting against?" Emperor Jing asked curiously.

"Report to Your Majesty, it is the saint's disciple who won!"

Qi Linwei swallowed his saliva, and said with difficulty: "The people who 'fighted' with the saint's disciples are Jiang Xuanyao, the son of Zhenwuhou, Yan Zhenzai, the son of the right deputy capital censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, the son of the minister of punishment, and Yu Heng of the Ministry of Industry. son, son of Taichang Temple Chancellor..."

Every time Qilin Guard named one person, one of the ministers present felt as if struck by lightning and was on the verge of collapse.

My son knows it himself.

Although the reason is unknown, as long as the Holy Majesty moves his hands, there will naturally be spies to find out everything.

At that time, the absurd things that these debt-collecting sons did on weekdays will all be presented to the Holy One.

Although there are such naughty boys in all the mansions in Shengjing City, which one of the rich and powerful families can be spared, it is human nature, and the Holy One can understand.

Understandable is understanding, but if it is really sent to the Holy One, it will be another matter.

"Hahaha, it's really lively!" Jing Huang heard the words, but his mood was quite different, and he became more interested. He pointed to the officials below and said, "Should I, the sons of Aiqing, go to battle one by one, or together? Beat up the disciples of the saints!"

"Report to Your Majesty, it's a fight together!"

The muscles at the corners of Qilinwei's mouth twitched slightly, and he added: "Your lords' sons led the soldiers to fight against the disciples of the sages, and the young master met the enemy alone!"

"You mean that Jiang Li knocked everyone down by himself. Could it be that he is already a warrior in the Xiantian realm!"

Emperor Jing was a little surprised, and was delighted by Jiang Li's strength, both civil and military, this is the famous official who governs the country that the Great Zhou needs!

"Young Lord, he..."

Qi Linwei said with some hesitation: "Young Master's true energy is like a python, he should already be at the military level!"

"what!"

"Air vein!"

As soon as Qilin Wei said this, everyone in the audience was shocked.

The incomplete inheritance of Qimai is a consensus in the world.

In the territory of Dazhou, all those who practice Qimai are born in poverty and have nowhere to go.

How could you, a majestic son of the Marquis's Mansion, practice Qimai cultivation that lower class people would not choose!
"Jiang Shirong, I will fight for you!"

Li Changgeng was so furious that he bristled with rage, and his hair was up. He rolled up his sleeves and wanted to find Jiang Shirong desperately, but was quickly stopped by several nearby ministers.

"Shi Rong, what's going on here? Can't you suppress the Marquis Wu's mansion? You can't even support a warrior!"

Emperor Jing was really angry this time.

Qimai practitioners have a very short lifespan, and the higher the realm, the more serious the loss of lifespan.

At Jiang Li's age, he is already in the state of military spirit, and he is afraid that he will not be over forty.

This is based on the fact that he has stopped practicing and not using his Qi veins since then.

A future pillar of the country could have served the country for 80 years, but now there are only 20 years left!

How can there be no reason not to be angry!
"Your Majesty calm down, this is my fault!"

Jiang Shirong fell to his knees with a plop, his head pressed against the ground.

This was the first time that Emperor Jing was angry with him since he became a Marquis.

"Don't tell me that it was He Lou Shi who ordered Jiang Li to cultivate Qi!"

Jinghuang's voice was icy and cold, and His Highness's ministers were even more silent, accompanying the king like a tiger. They all knew that Jinghuang had already moved to kill at this moment.

Inside the Ming Temple, the atmosphere also completely froze.

An indescribable coercion enveloped the entire hall, even the Martial Saint felt a kind of pressure.

This is the majesty of the dragon, the majesty of the emperor, the majesty that carries the luck of a country, and even surpasses all the powers of the world!

"Forget it, Jiang Shirong, get up first. Today, the sages resonate with hundreds of sages and the unicorn comes into the world. This is a rare happy event in ten years. I will talk about everything after I see Jiang Li!"

After a long time, Emperor Jing spoke again. He looked coldly at Qilin Wei, who was kneeling on the ground, and said, "The disciples of saints are the walks of saints in the world. The sons of all families work together to beat a person. Regardless of right or wrong, you will lose the warrior first." Ethos, pass on my will, and everyone will reward fifty court sticks!"

"My Majesty, these people..."

Qilinwei's voice was trembling: "These people were all killed by the saint's disciples, and no one was left behind!"

"hiss"

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was shocked again.

Jiang Shirong's eyes darkened, and many of the officials almost lost their breath. If it were not for Emperor Jing, they would have cried at this moment.

"They're all dead? It's better to die, so as not to be an eyesore!"

Jing Huang snorted heavily, and with one word, he directly decided the right and wrong of today's incident.

No matter what the reason is, a sage disciple is always right!
After all, the anger in Emperor Jing's heart had disappeared a lot.

The officials were even more afraid to show their anger, and even secretly rejoiced.

When the emperor was angry, it was not just a joke that blood flowed into rivers.

"My lord, the disciple of the saint has arrived!"

Another Qilin Guard also walked into the hall at this time.

"There is a decree from the Holy Spirit to summon Jiang Li, the son of Marquis Wu of the township, to see him!" The eunuch who was beside Jinghuang knew that the voice of the eunuch was loud and summoned him loudly.

In the Ming Temple, almost all the ministers looked at the entrance.

Only the few ministers whose sons died were in a daze, and were in a daze for a while.

At the entrance of the main hall, in the dark night, a tall and straight figure of a young man appeared slowly, striding forward step by step, with a calm and composed expression, without feeling the tension and anxiety of meeting the emperor of a country.

The young man's body is like jade, his eyes are like stars, his appearance is extraordinary, and his appearance is so elegant that he looks like a fairy figure walking out of a mural.

He stepped into the Ming Temple, and seemed to be drawn to the ubiquitous literary spirit in the Confucian Temple.

The sky above the main hall was filled with radiance, auspicious clouds floated, Jiang Li's clothes rose without any wind, and lotus flowers sprouted under his feet, supporting his footsteps, and came to the hall.

"The little man Jiang Li pays homage to the Holy Majesty!"

Jiang Li was not in a hurry, and with a clear voice, he bowed to Emperor Jing.

The officials in the hall looked at the figure of this young man, and couldn't help showing admiration and admiration.

Just relying on this calm, self-determined, neither humble nor overbearing state of mind, he is better than ninety-nine percent of the sons of officials.

"Brother Jiang!"

An exclamation suddenly sounded in the corner, Zhao Tiehe looked at Jiang Li in surprise, with a look of extreme joy and excitement on his face.

"Jiang Li?"

Above the hall, Emperor Jing raised his brows slightly, and understood instantly.

"Tiehe, Jiang Li is the young man with the surname Jiang who risked his life to cover you and report your escape?" the governor Huangfu Mu Chuan wondered.

"Father, it's him, it's Jiang Li who protects my life!"

Zhao Tiehe nodded excitedly, wishing he could rush up and hug Jiang Li right now, he was able to become a fifth-rank guerrilla general and became Huangfu Mu Chuan's adopted son, all thanks to Jiang Li.

"The saint's disciple is actually the boy who turned the tide that night and saved tens of thousands of martial arts candidates in Shengjing City!"

"Three strategies to control recklessness, literary surprises, sages and hundreds of sages. If there is a son like this, I will use the strength of the whole family to cultivate and support it. The birth of the Qilin son is the prosperity of the family, and it can at least support a thousand-year-old family!"

"It's a pity that he has actually cultivated the energy channels. Even if he recovers now, he may not be able to last for a long time. Marquis Wu is confused!"

A few days ago, Beimang spies infiltrated Shengjing, intending to cut off the foundation of Dazhou's ten-year martial arts luck, and all the officials in the palace knew about it.

At this time, it was discovered that Jiang Li was the most important person that night, and the astonishment in his heart couldn't be added.

Who would doubt his loyalty to Da Zhou after he made such great achievements for three consecutive weeks?

What about the bloodlines of the pre-Qin survivors, the thousand-year-old family has never been a prince or royal family in the long and long history of the Middle Ages.

"Jiang Li, you are very good. I have read your exam papers. Although the seven volumes of military strategists are only a few thousand words, they contain the way of conquest, the way of governing the country, and the way of planning. It is a masterpiece of human wisdom. I am very grateful." satisfy!"

Emperor Jing lowered his gaze, carefully sizing up the most outstanding disciple of the Hou clan in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Even if everything was verified, Jiang Li was standing in the hall, Emperor Jing would find it difficult to link him with the Three Strategies of Controlling Mang and the Seven Volumes of Military Strategies.

If such a young man was born in the royal family, he would surely be an eternal king who opened up the territory and would live forever. He could be worthy of the posthumous titles of sage, ancestor, and emperor, and be extolled by the world.

"My lord, the seven volumes of the military strategist were not written by Jiang Li. The strategies in them are all the crystallization of the wisdom of the ancient sages. The humble people can only write, not create!"

Jiang Li respectfully told the truth.

"Jiang Li, how do you want me to reward you?"

Seeing this, Emperor Jing's eyes became more and more full of appreciation and praise.

Military expeditions, calculations, skills, principles, everything that exists in the world originated from ancient times, and all creations stand on the shoulders of ancient sages.

When Jiang Li was young, he was high-spirited and arrogant, but he was humble and peaceful, and his heart was like a valley.

Compared with teenagers of the same age, he is more mature and stable, which can be of great use.

"A tiny man's merit is not enough to be a sage, if he asks for something, he will only be a son-in-law of a lowly family!" Jiang Li replied.

"I just want to restore my civilian body!"

Emperor Jing sighed, feeling in his heart, if all the sons of Da Zhou could have Jiang Li's five distractions, why worry about the failure of the emperor's career.

"Jiang Li, the holy beast unicorn is the disciple of Wensheng. Now that you are a disciple of a saint, you have already lost all your humble status, and you must not become the son-in-law of any noble family!"

Li Changgeng, a master of the Confucian Temple, said that he looked at Jiang Li with eyes full of admiration and love, and he wished that Jiang Li could be included in the Confucian Temple now and pass on all the knowledge he had learned throughout his life.

"Chang Geng is right, even if I am now, I dare not let you join the royal family!"

Emperor Jing smiled and said: "However, I can't break your engagement with Qianjunhou's mansion for you. You need to find Qianjunhou by yourself. After all, as the Son of Heaven, how can I meddle in the private affairs of ministers.

"Of course, you can also rest assured. I believe Qian Junhou Liu Honglie should know what to do. If he bullies you when you are young, I can make the decision for you!"

"Weimin thank you, Your Majesty!"

Jiang Li kowtowed, and to this day, his low status has finally been liberated.

As for his engagement with Qianjunhou's Mansion, it should not be difficult to dissolve it.

"Jiang Li listens!"

Above the hall, Emperor Jing spoke again.

"Jiang Li, you were born in the Marquis of Wuzhen. After Zhongliang, you were loyal to the imperial court, and you can learn from the sun and the moon. You advised three strategies to control mang, broke the conspiracy of Bei Mang, and wrote seven volumes of military strategists. You have made outstanding achievements and can be named a marquis. !"

"But you are still young, and you have no military achievements, which is contrary to the law of the Great Zhou Dynasty that only military merit can be crowned a prince. Today, I will designate you as the fourth-rank meritorious service captain of the Qing Army, Zhongwu General, and temporarily hold the post of Qianhu , after you make your first contribution in Beimang, you will be promoted to the commander of the guard station, commanding [-] troops and horses, and guarding one side for me!"

(End of this chapter)