The small courtyard where Sima Wei lived in seclusion quickly disappeared, and Wang Mo was in a quiet study again. This room is antique, no different from the ancient study room that people understand. Out of curiosity, I came to the bookshelf and put down a book at random. It turns out to be completely real. Not only does it have a real feel, but the content inside is also very complete. It is definitely not a fake.
The end of science is metaphysics, so is everything now science or metaphysics? Wang Mo couldn't tell the difference at all and didn't want to, so he sat down behind the desk. Looking at the golden brocade box in front of him, the contents inside filled his imagination. After thanking his teacher Sima Wei again, Wang Mo slowly opened the brocade box with both hands.
There were only two yellow books in the brocade box, but Wang Mo's eyes were as round as his mouth after reading them. This is all because of the names of these two books. The name lying on them is "The Essential Art of Taiping".
"Isn't the Art of Taiping written by Zhang Jue? And I haven't heard that it's for the upper and lower sides?" Wang Mo blinked his eyes and conceived a wonderful idea in his mind, "Is my teacher related to Zhang Jue? Or is he related to Zhang Jiao? Is there any relationship between the old gods who gave Zhang Jiao the books? Could they be brothers?"
Wang Mo regrets not asking this question. It can satisfy a big psychological puzzle and solve an unsolved case in history.
"Look what's recorded in it." Wang Mo opened the first volume with strong curiosity and looked at the contents carefully. This bow lasts for ten days, because the things recorded in it are too important. It is the method and technique for fantasy hunters to use soul power, as well as a variety of auxiliary and attack skills.
"It is also said that Zhang Jiao can create abnormal noises after obtaining the "Taiping Art". It turns out to be the reason for the fantasy hunter. Then I am rich!" Wang Mo felt happy when he thought about it. He forced his heart to calm down and started Get invested in learning the exciting content in the book.
After being shocked by the title of the book, Wang Mo was shocked again by the content inside. Within the previous understanding, Fantasy Hunter has only two things, generating items and controlling weapons. But after reading the contents of this book, the ceiling was lifted. It was more than just an eye-opener.
The generated items and attack methods recorded in "The Art of Taiping" are more and more profound, and the most important ones are two or three series of soul skills. The first series is to generate various items. In the early stage, it was mainly all kinds of inanimate debris. In the later stage, it can actually generate living things. Of course, there are still many restrictions. The second series is for attacking moves, which supports the combat method very well. The third series is the most magical, with soul skills with various magical functions, which are really a bit like magic.
"Are Sun Dasheng and Zhu Bajie real or fake? Are their transformation techniques the same as those described in the book!" Seeing that Wang Mo suddenly had this wonderful idea in the middle of the book, he relaxed a little, and then continued to study hard.
Wang Mo estimated the progress of his study. In this last year, he would definitely not be able to finish reading two "Taiping Yashu". So he changed his thoughts and ideas, and recited the two books firmly in his mind. If the book bucket space disappears altogether, you won’t be caught off guard. It is important to practice the soul skills that you don't have a seminar on slowly later, and write them down first.
One year is still too short, Wang Mo only read half of the book. The study began to disappear quickly, and the books and brocade boxes in his hands also disappeared. Fortunately, Wang Mo forced himself to write down the contents of the book, otherwise he would have regretted it. These all disappeared in a very short period of time. Wang Mo was prepared to deal with everything, and the Divine Comedy Sword was ready to activate at any time.
My whole body suddenly became cold, and my body was actually immersed in water. His body quickly sank to the bottom of the water, and his eyes were quickly shrouded in darkness. Wang Mo didn't know what was going on, so he could only swim quickly to the surface. Wiping the water stains from his eyes, he saw the current environment clearly.
"Is this on the Yangtze River?" Wang Mo looked at the wide river surface and the broken wood around him, and then looked up at the hazy moonlight in the sky. The first memory that came to my mind was actually the defeat at the hands of Huang Gai, not the six years of studying with Sima Wei. Wang Mo shook his head vigorously, but the memory of those six years had not disappeared.
Wang Mo took the initiative to sink below the river surface, gathered a section of soul power in the water with one hand, and the soul power condensed into a dagger. The crystal-like dagger then spread out, condensed again and turned into a sheet of light, quickly forming a simple formation circuit. The surrounding river water was quickly drained away, and a bubble seemed to form around Wang Mo's body to protect him from being submerged by the water.
"Everything I learned is true. My soul power is now 10 million. The teacher's ability is so great. It's really amazing!" Wang Mo admired Sima Wei in his heart. He was especially grateful for the magical six years of study.
After returning to the shore, Wang Mo looked upstream at Soochow Camp. Although it was pitch black ahead, what he was thinking about was how to get in touch with this battlefield and return to reality. The Battle of Chibi is a classic battle, but now that the history books are in the hands of both sides, this is the trickiest thing.
"If you have already been changed, then you don't mind changing it again." Wang Mo seemed to have an idea and strode towards Soochow Camp.
Soochow's camp was half on the bank and half in the river. It was built very rigorously without any loopholes. There are scouts constantly patrolling the road, as well as a large number of overt and covert sentries. It would be impossible for ordinary people to get close to him, but Wang Mo is no longer an ordinary person. Using mental and soul power to cast a blinding technique, the low-level hunter looked like a piece of wind and sand.
Wang Mo's piece of wind and sand came all the way to the Soochow camp, and he not only saw clearly the defense and deployment inside. I also saw a fleet of ships on the pier that had just entered the port, and the leader was none other than the old man Huang Gai. It turns out that all this has just ended, but Wang Mo has been baptized for six years, and no one would believe him if he told him.
"Huh?" Huang Gai stared at a corner after getting off the boat, feeling a little weird but found nothing. He could only think that he was tired after the battle, so he led his guards to hand over orders to Zhou Yu.
"Still in a stalemate, it looks like what I imagined, let's go!" Wang Mo saw all his subordinates in his eyes, turned around and walked towards the commander's tent. He was very interested in both Zhou Yu and Zhuge Liang and wanted to take this opportunity to see clearly.
The guards around the handsome tent were useless, and it was easy to get close to them. Cut a corner of the tent and you can see clearly inside.
Zhou Yu's appearance is recorded in history, saying that he has a charming temperament and beautiful appearance. Although there are only eight short words, it really expresses Zhou Yu's romantic demeanor vividly. When Wang Mo saw Zhou Yu in front of him, he actually had the illusion of looking at a beautiful woman. Zhou Yu is receiving Huang Gai's report, which is the part where Wang Mo was killed.
"Where is Governor Zhou?" Just as Wang Mo was peeking, a hearty voice came into the commander's tent. Wang Mo took a closer look and was sure that this person was the famous Zhuge Liang.
Zhuge Liang is described in history as "eight feet long, with a face like a crown jade, wearing a silk scarf on his head, and a crane cloak, looking like an immortal." After Wang Mo's comparison and reference, Zhuge Liang looked like a strong Taoist priest. He is definitely not the kind of weak scholar.
There was an obvious pause after Zhuge Liang stepped into the big account. Then he looked at Zhou Yu and said, "I heard that the thief mentioned in the book of heaven is dead? Can we act according to the plan?"
"Beheaded by General Huang and killed in the river, but Zhao Zhao's plan has been leaked, so how can we proceed?" Finally, his face was full of sadness, because there was no way to solve Cao Cao's crisis.
"Actually, you don't have to worry about it, Governor. As long as we hold on, there will definitely be civil strife in Cao Cao. The plague is prevalent in Cao Cao's camp, and there will be countless casualties among the soldiers. In a few days, they will retreat on their own!" Zhuge Liang said, which made Zhou Yu feel good. After a while, the two exchanged some other opinions.
"The end of projection is not victory or defeat, but respect for life!" Zhuge Liang's voice suddenly appeared in Wang Mo's ears, but the other party was still talking to Zhou Yu. Wang Mo was frightened and turned pale, but he quickly stabilized his emotions. He had a rough guess in his mind, "Zhuge Liang should also be related to Sima Wei, and may even be a master and apprentice. He is helping me!"
"Thank you, senior brother!" Wang Mo said softly, then turned and left Soochow Camp.
"If Cao's army recovers, will our army have a chance of winning?" Zhou Yu suddenly asked Zhuge Liang mysteriously, and the latter replied noncommittally, "History is irreversible, and this can be considered as a blessing to my junior brother. What a gift!”
Wang Mo crossed the Yangtze River and returned to the gate of Cao Jun's camp. He directly called his name and entered with his head held high, "I am Wang Mo. Prime Minister Cao invited me here. Who dares to stop me?"
Soldiers had already gone in to report. Cao Cao was obviously stunned after hearing this. He did not expect that Wang Mo really came back alive.
"Wang Mo, is that you?" Cao Cao ran out of the camp without dressing properly. When he saw Wang Mo who was in good condition, he was surprised at first, then took Wang Mo's hand and dragged him to the camp, "Since you are back alive , then tell me carefully, what is going on with the Heavenly Book? How did you know the deployment of both sides? What should I do now?"
After arriving at the commander's account, Wang Mo didn't wait for Cao Cao to ask questions, but directly gave the answer, "That heavenly book was made by my enemy. It's not a great skill. He just bribed some informants on both sides. They just framed me." Cao Cao seemed to understand, "Prime Minister Cao, there is no need to worry, we already have the advantage, as long as we do both, we can easily win."
"What two aspects?" Cao Cao asked anxiously, but Wang Mo remained silent. The meaning is quite obvious. This is asking for a patent fee, so you can't just say it.
Cao Cao hesitated for a long time before taking the Yitian Sword from his ribs. This sword is one meter and a half long, with a sharp edge that cuts through iron like mud. He looked at the Yitian Sword with affection and said, "In the past, after melting Fang Tian's painted halberd, I forged two long swords. The Qingzhi Sword was snatched away by Zhao Yun. The other Yitian Sword has always been worn with me. Now I will give it to you, Wang Mo."
"What a sword!" Wang Mo looked at it with envy in his heart. These are the only two words to describe this long sword. However, Wang Mo had an idea, so he raised it, "Does Fang Tian have any leftover materials for painting the halberd? If so, I am willing to give up this long sword!"
"There's one more thing... I'll give it to you!" Cao Cao was still very hurt after hearing this, and he bared his teeth and agreed to Wang Mo's request. But he was generous in doing things and also gave away a lot of rare materials.
"Can you tell me now?" After meeting Wang Mo's request, Cao Cao was ready to listen to Wang Mo's ideas.
