Dao fruit.

"That's how it is! No hexagrams, no extremes, but there must be a process of transformation!"

Seeing the topic of the question, Qiu Yan's mind suddenly became enlightened, but he was not in a hurry, but put down the question, spread out the scriptures and ink meanings, and answered the question calmly.Please use to visit this site.

The mind is concentrated, the characters in the pen are rising again, and the blood is surging.

At this time, the sky was not yet bright, and the entire tribute courtyard was filled with cold air, but as Qiu Yan wrote, the surroundings of his personal room gradually emitted a warm atmosphere.

It wasn't obvious at first, but after a while, even a little water vapor condensed, which naturally attracted the attention of the patrolman. The patrolman walked over, but he didn't know what to do, so he had to look for the patrol examiner.

The inspectors of the rural examinations are all academic officials from several prefectures. When they were called, they were also puzzled and stepped forward.

"What's going on?" The inspector whispered, and finally found some clues, "The heat seems to come from the candidate's number room, is there something weird?"

Suspicious in his heart, the inspector looked down at Qiu Yan's curled name.

"Qiu Yan, this name sounds familiar..."

Thinking about it, his eyes moved, his eyes scanned the test paper, and he noticed the rows of handwriting, he was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help but blurted out: "Good handwriting!"

As soon as these two words were said, it also reminded the examiner why he felt the name "Qiu Yan" was familiar.

"It turned out to be that Qiu Yan who has become famous recently. I heard that his calligraphy skills are extraordinary. I thought I was suspected of spreading rumors. Now, after looking at it, I realize that what I said is true!"

He stared at Qiu Yan doing the questions like this, as if roots had grown under his feet. After a long time, other people saw the abnormality and attracted two inspectors. When the two came, they first asked, and then they did the same Like that person, he stopped where he was.Look at Qiu Yan's writing.

The three examiners gathered in front of a candidate, and of course they would attract the attention of interested people. Fang Ziyan, who was writing hard, raised his head and looked over.

His room was not far from Qiu Yan, and he could see the opposite scene when he looked up. At this time, he saw three inspectors standing outside Qiu Yan's room, watching intently, with admiration on his face from time to time, and he was suddenly jealous .

"This Qiu Yan likes to show off. He doesn't know how to restrain himself in the examination room," whispered bitterly, Fang Ziyan stared at the opposite side, showing a sneer, "Unfortunately, he didn't know that he was trying to be smart but was misunderstood by his cleverness! Qi Zhengyuan has to avoid suspicion about Yang's relationship, and now that Qiu Yan has caused such a disturbance, he will use it as an excuse afterwards. He can even be punished for his fame!"

Thinking of his pride, various schemes flowed through Fang Ziyan's mind.

Today is different from the past, even though he was dissatisfied with Qiu Yan in the past.Not reconciled to being robbed of the limelight and overshadowed by Qiu Yan, it's just a personal grudge, but now he intends to join the new party, and he is playing up Qiu Yan as the old party.So attacking Qiu Yan is to express one's position and loyalty, and of course it is an inescapable duty.

"If the examiner Qi Zhengyuan also came at this time. It would be ideal. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, no matter what I say afterwards, no matter how well-written that Qiu Yan's article is, it will be..."

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard a majestic voice.

"What are you guys doing here?"

Then, I saw a middle-aged official walking over, with a Chinese character face, forehead lines, wearing court clothes, walking steadily with every step.

Hearing this voice, the three inspectors moved together, turned around and saluted, calling "My lord".

This person is the chief examiner of this township examination, Qi Zhengyuan.

"May all your wishes come true!"

Seeing this person, Fang Ziyan couldn't help but be ecstatic. This emotional outburst made him restless, his wrist trembled, and a drop of ink dripped from the tip of the pen and landed on the examination paper!

The ink blot stained the rice paper and expanded rapidly.

"not good!"

Seeing this scene, Fang Ziyan's complexion changed drastically, and he couldn't care about anything else, so he quickly took out orpiment and smeared it on.

When the orpiment stone is rubbed, the light yellow pigment covers the ink, and at first glance it is the same color as the paper, which is why it is said that there is a lot of nonsense.

However, if you look carefully, you can still find traces. The rolled noodles are not considered neat, and it is very likely that they will be downgraded. If this is the case, it will be called wronged.

On the opposite side, Qi Zhengyuan said a few words to the three inspectors and ordered them to disperse, then walked to Qiu Yan's cell, looked at the handwriting on the roll, was surprised, nodded, and walked away again.

However, Qiu Yan didn't respond much. After a few strokes, the scriptures, moyi and essays were all written.

Then, he put down the pen, closed his eyes and meditated for a while, then took out a piece of paper, wrote the topic of the question on it, and then wrote it into words——

Soldiers, talk about people's strategy at the top, favorable location in the middle, and the right time at the bottom.

People's schemes follow people's nature. Marsh people like to plunder, but when there is an opportunity, they will pour out their troops.I heard that the garrison soldiers have been mobilized recently, guarding the inside and the outside...

Qiu Yan was writing in his hand, the thoughts in his heart were flowing, and the information from the spiritual thoughts were constantly gathering, turning the motives, trends, and actions of the people in the marsh into words, and wrote them on the paper with full words and pens. There is a spirit, exuding an artistic conception of heavy troops overwhelming the city, making people feel breathless.

………………

At this time, Jiarong County had turned into a sea of ​​flames, and the marsh people sent troops to the streets, burning, killing and looting.

"A rare opportunity! A rare opportunity! We must grab more!"

Many marsh soldiers were stuffed to the brim with gold, silver, and rice, but they were still not satisfied, and they continued to search the streets and alleys.

Outside the city, Fat Xin was riding a horse, looking at the chaos in the city with a smile, his face fascinated.

"The great rivers and mountains in the Central Plains are really fascinating."

At this time, several marsh soldiers rushed over, came to the front, clasped their fists and said: "My lord, they seem to have resisted the Buddha's light, and there are signs of recovery!"

Fat Xin was stunned for a moment, and then said: "The Marsh God is not here, how can they resist the Buddha's power?"

Next to him, a thin man dressed as a Central Plains man stepped forward and reminded: "My lord, it doesn't matter whether those people wake up or are in a coma. We don't need to command their troops. We don't need to worry about them if we leave this great city alone." Don't be tempted!"

"Military division is right, let Nasa Luo and them grab it here!" Fat Xin laughed, with a happy face, "Isn't Pan Xiang kid trying to plot against me? Let him plot, I will leave these tribes behind." Here, kill him, and when I am exhausted from killing, I will come to fish for profit again!"

As soon as the words fell, he reined in the horse rope and waved his arms: "Okay, let's go. Tell the sons to put down their things first, it's just a county town, don't worry about it, move on quickly!"

But the thin military commander reminded: "Your Majesty, don't forget to leave some troops to take care of the craftsmen."

"The military adviser is right, let's follow the orders."

Not long after, a team of marsh soldiers outside the county changed its direction and followed Fat Xin. This team was strong and strong, and it was obvious that they had extraordinary combat effectiveness.But the catastrophe in the city did not end because of their departure.

Inside and outside the city, people's grievances boiled and gradually vacated;

On the mound in the distance, the Buddha's light is still there, but there is a phantom inside.

Ge Luolan sat cross-legged, with a ghostly image of Zao Gong faintly appearing on his body, and said in his mouth: "Sincerely! As long as we pray to God with sincerity, Master Zao Gong will bless us and be safe!"

beside.The patriarchs of several major tribes, including De Ying, nodded with difficulty.

With the gathering of thoughts, the image of Zao Gong became more and more clear.

………………

In the examination room.Qiu Yan rested slightly, then brewed his emotions, and then wrote the second paragraph——

"There are many mountains in the southwest, and various ethnic groups live together. It can be called the land of the four wars. There are five marshes in the south, and Fan in the west. If the marshes are sparse..."

………………

In the western border of Jiannan Road, there is a thousand-year-old cliff.

On the cliff, a monk dressed in a monk's robe and with one bare arm is watching quietly.

His eyes glowed.

At the end, the fan monk closed his eyes, the veins around his eyes trembled, and gradually disappeared. After a while, he said: "The Yongping army has already left, but they are not the elite of Zhang Duling's direct lineage, but there are quite a number of them, 2000 people, take them away Nearly half of the horses were collected for quick rescue."

A voice came from behind the fan monk: "Enough is enough. The national teacher is to save all living beings, but this king is a layman, and his purpose is to fight horses. He Zhang Duling has the intention of making contributions, but it is a pity that he is trapped in Yongping. The main force of our fan tribe is in the north. The marsh people were overwhelmed by Song Yuan, Zhang Duling had no choice but to fall, of course he was not reconciled, he wanted to take a chance, but he could only make a wedding dress for the king."

"Since the second prince has made a decision, let's go." Fan Seng said, turned and walked back.

In front of him, there are rows of men in monk robes, but they all have different appearances. Looking around, there are hundreds of them!

Vigorous energy and blood rose and fluttered above the crowd, condensing into a Buddha shadow in mid-air.

"That's right." The second prince smiled, a shadow flashed in his eyes.

Mental demons hide and circulate in the mind.

………………

In the examination room, Qiu Yan stopped writing again and began to think.

It was almost noon, and someone got up to hand in the paper.

But Qiu Yan was not affected at all, and not long after, he wrote again and began to deduce the situation of the battle.

With the manuscript in mind, Qiu Yan wrote very quickly, writing three possibilities in a row, the first and third were just foils.

The second type refers to the fact that all the tribes of the Marsh people united to attack the border county, and then divided up their troops. Some of them were used as bait to attract Darui's reinforcements, while the other part turned into surprise soldiers.

Then, he changed his style of writing and wrote that the generals at the border of the army town had done a good job and sent troops rashly. Dare to move again.

One stroke at a time, the movements of the marsh people and the fan people were written down in a speculative and conjectural tone. At the end, according to the three kinds of battle situations, the countermeasures were described respectively, and the possible hidden dangers of the enemy were pointed out. The policy of "emphasizing both suppression and appeasement".

But while writing, Qiu Yan frowned.

"The army is easy to deduce. It's just that the hundred monks are full of energy and blood. They are more powerful than the special forces in the previous life. I don't know if Darui has soldiers and horses that can compete with him."

Although he can grasp the movements of the Marsh people and Fan people by relying on his spiritual thoughts and inner demons, he doesn't know much about Darui's military town, so this strategy can only propose ideas and methods to deal with it, and it is difficult to go deep into the specific details .

"Forget it, the way to employ people is to choose their positions. Marching and fighting are the duties of generals after all. Song Yuan and Zhang Duling have been in the frontier for many years, and their military skills and knowledge are definitely far better than mine. My article is just to attract others."

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, and wrote the last sentence——

"Victory must be dedicated, defeat must be dedicated." (To be continued.. ps: Thank you "man." for the monthly ticket!

Note: "Victory cannot be special, defeat must not be special" comes from "Tiger Seal Classic"

, which will be explained later in the chapter.