"What? You know?"
Lu Zilong exclaimed: "Junior brother, you are so well-informed. Haven't you never left the mountain since you returned to Wollongong from Mount Emei a few years ago? How did you know about the Taoyuan Three's sworn alliance so quickly?"
Zhuge Changfeng waved his feather fan lightly and said mysteriously: "Ah? Well, the mountain man has his own clever plan.
And I also know that Brother Xue’s two sworn brothers are the descendants of Guan Yunchang and Zhang Fei. They resemble Guan Zhang from the Three Kingdoms period. They are both majestic and powerful men, right? "
Seeing him chatting and laughing happily, and speaking eloquently, as if he had seen it with his own eyes, Xue Wuhen said with admiration: "Back then, Master Liu left an edict to leave an orphan, and Zhuge Liang lived in Pingwu Road in peace, and his name went down in history.
Now, Brother Zhuge, you are sitting idle in the thatched cottage, but you know everything about the world. You are worthy of being a descendant of Zhuge Liang! "
Zhuge Changfeng said humbly: "Brother, I don't deserve the false praise. How dare Xiaoke be compared with our ancestors? That's just gossip in the world, less than a piece of news, hahaha!"
As he spoke, Zhuge Changfeng showed an interesting expression on his face, his feather fan shook slightly, his starry eyes twinkled, and he said with a smile: "Brother Wuhen, it's great that you have formed a sworn brotherhood. In the past, Liu, Guan, and Zhang Taoyuan were sworn brothers, and their names will go down in history.
Now the three sworn brothers in Taoyuan are bound to become the talk of today's martial arts world, haha! "
Looking at his expression, he seemed to be yearning for the sworn brotherhood. Seeing this, Xue Wuhen felt something move in his heart and suggested: "Brother Lu, Brother Zhuge, why don't the three of us come to Wollongong to form a sworn brotherhood? How about it?"
The reason why Xue Wuhen said this was because he could see that Zhuge Changfeng and Lu Zilong were both upright people, and believed that they were both honorable men. He really liked them, so he made this suggestion.
After hearing this, Zhuge Changfeng and Lu Zilong showed joy on their faces. Zhuge Changfeng was about to speak when Lu Zilong muttered: "Brother Xue, let me rescue your two or three brothers first. Let’s become sworn friends again?”
Xue Wuhen's idea was right. The top priority now was to rescue Guan, Zhang Qin'er and the others, so as to avoid long nights and nightmares, and how Wang Hushan, Wang Shulang and others would treat them.
So he said: "Brother Zilong is right, let's save people first and then talk about other things, right?" After saying that, he wanted to ask Zhuge Changfeng to come out and help save people.
Unexpectedly, Zhuge Changfeng invited him kindly: "Brother Xue has come all the way here, and I can't entertain you. Please come to my bookstore for a cup of tea, and then go to save people? How about that?"
Xue Wuhen was so anxious that she wanted to rush to save people immediately, but when she heard the word "bookstore", her heart moved, and she knew in her mind that Zhuge Changfeng was a descendant of the great sage Zhuge Liang. His family had a rich heritage, and he inherited the spirit of his ancestors and was inherited by Zhuge Liang's blood. , his bookstore must be full of books, it should be like a sea of books, right?
Thinking of this, Xue Wuhen unconsciously chanted: "There are roads in the mountain of books, and diligence is the path, and there is no limit to the sea of learning, and the boat is made by hard work. Brother Zhuge is a saint, and the ocean of knowledge is as vast as the sea."
Okay, I just want to visit Brother Zhuge’s bookstore. Can I invite you? "
Zhuge Changfeng smiled calmly, giving people the feeling of a spring breeze, and pointed to a hut behind him: "Brother Wuhen, please come this way."
Xue Wuhen followed Zhuge Changfeng's finger and looked forward, and saw the four characters "Tingfeng Bookstore" written on the eaves of a thatched hut. It was written in official script. The font was dignified and harmonious, neither warm nor hot, neither slow nor slow. Ji is like a hermit far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, giving people a feeling of calmness and lightness, like a spring breeze.
Seeing Xue Wuhen's longing and admiring look, Lu Zilong shook his head and smiled playfully, but didn't say anything and just followed them towards Tingfeng Bookstore.
Under the guidance of Zhuge Changfeng, Xue Wuhen walked into Tingfeng Bookstore with excitement and admiration. He originally thought that the bookstore must be like a sea of books, with all kinds of rare ancient books in front of him. How did he know what was inside? Except for a perpetual calendar, the bookshelf was empty, and there were no ancient books to borrow, which made me feel a little disappointed.
Then I thought about it and secretly thought, Oh, by the way, there must be some mechanism here. Maybe the bookstore is hidden in the wall or underground?
That's right, Zhuge Liang is knowledgeable about the past and the present, and he has learned as much as the sea in his life. His designs are uncanny. I think that during the heavy military campaign, he actually invented the wooden ox and flowing horse, the Bagua diagram formation, the Zhuge Liangnu, the Kongming lantern, the Kongming chess, and the fire Beasts, earthly methods, mines, etc., can be said to have yielded fruitful results that have shocked the past and present.
In particular, the mysterious and ever-changing Bagua formation method invented by Zhuge Liang is even more famous in the annals of history. It can be called a stroke of genius and will shine forever!
Seeing Xue Wuhen standing in the bookstore with a dazed look, Lu Zilong smiled dumbly and said playfully: "Brother Xue, this is Brother Zhuge's bookstore. Would you like to take a look around? Haha."
"Huh? This...is this the bookstore?"
Looking at the empty thatched hut, Xue Wuhen felt confused and said in confusion: "Brother Zhuge, are you kidding me? You don't have any books here? Why is it called a bookstore?"
Um? Could it be some other agency? Is the bookstore hidden underground or somewhere? "
Zhuge Changfeng laughed and said frankly: "Brother Wuhen, you are overthinking. This is Wollongong, this is my home, and it is not some secret battlefield. Why should I set up a machine room?"
Lu Zilong said: "Brother Xue, let me tell you, I have known for a long time that Senior Brother Zhuge is a well-read man and has thousands of books at home and abroad. Two years ago, I came here because of his fame. When I visited his bookstore, I felt the same way as you. What I saw was an empty bookstore, and I was just as puzzled as you at that time!"
Xue Wuhen asked thoughtfully: "Oh? So now you know what's going on?"
Lu Zilong nodded, shook his head again, and said with regret: "Of course I know. There were originally a mountain of books in this room, but they were all burned! Alas, it's a pity that there are so many books, and many of them are from the world. An out-of-print book that has become extinct!”
"Ah? Burned?"
Xue Wuhen was born in an official family. She read poetry and books when she was young. She has a special affection for books. She especially likes the fragrance of ink flowing between the lines. When she heard that all the books in the house were burned, she felt sorry for them. What kind of robbers and villains do evil and set fire to books, so he said angrily: "What kind of evil people are so rampant? How dare they come to Wollongong to set fire to books?"
Seeing his angry look, Zhuge Changfeng couldn't help but laugh and said: "Brother Wuhen, no one else set the fire, I burned these books myself!"
Xue Wuhen was startled, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, and cursed in a loud voice: "There is something wrong with you! You are so good, why did you burn those books?"
After he finished scolding, he suddenly realized that he had lost his words. He had just arrived and had something to ask for, so he shouldn't be so excited. Besides, what does it have to do with me that Zhuge Changfeng burned his own books?
Just as he was about to apologize to Zhuge Changfeng, Zhuge Changfeng said: "Brother Wuhen, although I burned those books, I also saved them."
"Oh? What does this mean?" Xue Wuhen asked in confusion.
Zhuge Changfeng smiled calmly and said nothing. Lu Zilong pointed at Zhuge Changfeng's head and said with a smile: "Because those books are all stored here!"
Xue Wuhen frowned and said, "It's all here? What do you mean?"
Lu Zilong explained: "Senior Brother Zhuge has a gift of photographic memory and can recite ancient and modern poems and articles, no matter how profound and difficult to understand, as long as he reads them once, he can memorize them word for word. No matter how Tang poetry or Song lyrics are, he can memorize them verbatim. , Qu Yuansao, Xiangru Fu or Sima Shi, none of them can beat him. If you don’t believe me, you can give it a try!"
Xue Wuhen couldn't help but gape, and then she exclaimed in surprise: "Ah? Is there such a thing? Photographic memory? Photography memory? Is there such a talent in the world? Isn't that a genius?"
Although he knew that Zhuge Changfeng was a descendant of Zhuge Liang, and he must be gifted because of his ancestral bloodline. But if he said that he would have a photographic memory of reading an article and be able to recite it after reading it once, he still had some doubts.
Seeing that he looked doubtful, Lu Zilong said again: "Brother Xue, if you don't believe it, you can try it. You can give me a question and you will know it after taking the test, right?"
Xue Wuhen was both civilized and martial, so it was nothing for him to come up with a topic, so he said: "Okay, brother Zhuge, please recite a book of poems written by an unknown person in the pre-Qin period, called Tao Yao.
Zhuge Changfeng neither pretended nor declined. He just put his hands behind his back and opened his mouth and chanted: "The peach blossoms shine brightly. When my son returns, he will be suitable for his family."
The peaches are as beautiful as the peaches. When the son returns home, it is suitable for his family.
The peach is young, its leaves are pure. When the son returns home, it will be a good time for his family. "
His voice is clear and ups and downs, like pearls falling on a jade plate, which makes people feel refreshed and useful.
After hearing this, Xue Wuhen unconsciously clapped his hands and praised: "Brother Zhuge is quick in thinking, easy to speak, and catchy, like the tinkling of spring water, which makes people feel comfortable and enjoy it. Let's play another song called Han Guang's Book of Songs. !”
Zhuge Changfeng smiled indifferently, very charming, and said again: "There are trees in the south, don't stop thinking about them; there are wandering girls in the Han Dynasty, don't think about them.
The Han Dynasty is so vast that it is impossible to think about it; the river is so eternal that it is impossible to think about it.
When his son returned home, he promised to mow his horse.
The Han Dynasty is so vast that it is impossible to think about it; the river is so eternal that it is impossible to think about it.
When a man raises his salary by mistake, he says that he will cut off his beard; when his son returns home, he says that he will mow his foal.
The Han Dynasty is so vast that it is impossible to think about it; the river is so eternal that it is impossible to think about it. "
After reciting the poem "Han Guang", Xue Wuhen thought to himself, "Okay, is this even a problem for him?" Huh, let me test him again and see if he can explain it? So he said again: "Brother Zhuge, I am a rough man with little talent and little knowledge. I don't know how to interpret this ancient poem?"
Zhuge Changfeng said: "That's right. This poem says that the trees in Nanshan are big and tall, and you can't rest under them for shade. There is a wandering girl on the Han River who wants to pursue the impossible.
The Han River is so wide and surging that it is impossible to cross it. The river is long and long, and it is impossible to cross it by raft.
There are clumps of firewood and grass. Use a knife to cut the thorn branches. The girl is about to get married, feed her horse quickly.
The Han River is so wide and surging that it is impossible to cross it. The river is long and long, and it is impossible to cross it by raft.
There are clumps of firewood and grass, so use a knife to cut the wormwood. The girl is about to get married, so feed the foal quickly.
The Han River is so wide and surging that it is impossible to cross it. The river is long and long, and it is impossible to cross it by raft. "
After the interpretation, Zhuge Changfeng asked: "Brother Wuhen, I wonder if my explanation is correct? Please give me some advice!"
