The storm at night brought great impact to the military camp. The ceiling of the crypt was almost blown off and all the fire pits were extinguished. Some branches and leaves fell into the fire pit in the crypt, almost causing a fire. Kaifeng's spies came to report that although the Qin army had stayed in a B&B, they should have suffered heavy losses, because people screamed and horses neighed all night long and did not stop until dawn. So it is estimated that the Qin people will not be able to come today. Except for one battalion sent by the former army to serve as a guard, the other battalions were tasked with maintaining the crypt.
When Zhang Ye came back with his sword, he happened to catch up with the Third Division and Young Master Liang Wei reporting the regular meeting to Lord Xinling, so he sat down and listened. When the four of them saw Zhang Noi coming, they all said hello, and Zhang Noi expressed his gratitude. When they saw Zhang Ye coming with a sword, they thought they had another errand. Zhang Ye replied: "Seeing Gai Nie practicing martial arts makes my heart move." These people also looked at the children at the bottom of the steps. Sure enough, the martial arts posture was correct and the movements were smooth. A trend, take it seriously. They all expressed their admiration. I also saw a woman in the east pavilion. I didn't dare to say more for fear of making a mistake. I finished speaking about the business and left politely.
Zhang He handed the sword to Lord Xinling, who took it and inserted it into his waist. He felt that after taking Mr. Zhongyue's grass root soup, he sweated less and his head seemed less dizzy. He tried to stand up and actually gained some strength. My admiration for Mr. Zhongyue increased even more. He said to Zhang Noi: "Mr. Zhongyue is a miraculous doctor. Two doses can cure most of the diseases."
Zhang He said: "I also took Mr.'s medicine yesterday, but it was not as good as the emperor. I think he was biased!" The two of them laughed. Lord Xinling tried to step down the steps and dance with his sword, but as soon as he got into a posture, he felt weak and exhausted. He quickly went up the steps and sat down in front of the door.
Gai Nie did not stop until the porridge was cooked. Neither Xinling Lord nor Zhang Yue wanted to go over to serve the porridge. Mr. Zhongyue personally brought four bowls of porridge on a small table. The porridge was sprinkled with salted plums. According to the rules, Lord Xinling and Zhang Ye had a full bowl of porridge, Xiaonu had two-thirds of the bowl, and Gai Nie had half the bowl. But in the past, Xiaonu always drank half the bowl by himself and gave two-thirds of the bowl to Gai Nie. Four bowls of porridge were served today. Both Xinlingjun and Zhang Nou had no appetite because of colds, so the two bowls of porridge were left untouched. Xiao Nu and Gai Nie each picked up their own porridge and drank it down. Seeing them drinking sweetly and still feeling unsatisfied after drinking, Lord Xinling simply poured out half of his porridge and shared it with the two of them. The two of them didn't dare to accept it. Lord Xinling said: "If you feel the wind and cold at night, you might hurt your food, so you should eat less. You just need to eat, don't worry about it."
The two thanked them. The little slave poured his own portion into Gai Nie's bowl, and Gai Nie drank it as well. Zhang Noi cheered from the side and said, "How great! Can you eat again?" He also gave half of his porridge to Gai Nie. Both Xiaonu and Lord Xinling dissuaded him: "Sir, no!" Zhang Zhuo said: "I am also feeling the cold, I'm afraid it will hurt my food!" He insisted on letting Gai Nie drink it. Seeing Gai Nie's satisfied look, the two of them drank half of the porridge in their bowls. The bowls are placed on several tables and carried by Gai Nie to the side of the tripod, where they are cleaned by the attendants.
Lord Xinling and Zhang Zhe had food in their stomachs and felt sleepy. They said goodbye to each other and went back to their rooms to sleep.
Xinlingjun slept until the afternoon and felt a little more energetic. He only had runny nose and sore throat. He could move around freely, unlike in the morning when he felt weak. He took his sword from the side of the table and stuck it in. When he came out of the East Pavilion, he saw Mr. Zhongyue chatting with a group of gentlemen. Lord Xinling walked over and said, "How are you, sir!" When everyone saw that Lord Xinling was coming with his sword hanging, they all congratulated him and said, "Your Majesty is in peace, it is a blessing to all the troops!"
Lord Xinling said: "It all depends on Mr. Zhongyue's skill!"
Mr. Zhongyue said: "How dare I, my Majesty! I have already visited Mr. Cao and others regarding the matters entrusted by the Lord..."
Lord Xinling knew that it was about writing a merit document, so he quietly took Mr. Zhongyue away from everyone and walked down to the hall. Mr. Zhongyue said: "I visited Bai's car dealership with Mr. Cao and others. Mr. Cao and others thought it was okay, but they need to keep the car dealership on full alert. The car dealers and others are staying in the backyard or elsewhere. Gen, the head of the Bai family, wants to use the car." Pedestrians and others should serve, but they are not allowed to leave without permission. The Bai family has a large fortune, so they may lose something, so they said this. Mr. Cao thinks it is okay. Regarding the document, I will compare it with the other princes, and I will get a thousand slips per month, and the day But if you get thirty tablets, you can get them by just three or five people, and you don't need many people. Mang Gongzi said that the tablets are quite easy to write. The text says, "A certain person in a certain county, a certain township, a certain place, and a few ordinary people, serving on the battlefield, fell into the city." All the names of those who win the first prize will be described as meritorious. This photo! It can be written in alchemy, ink, or mixed. Only the name of the meritorious person must not be mistaken. It must be checked again and again and written on silk. Same as Ce Jian."
Lord Xinling said: "Are there any similarities or differences between the alchemy script and the ink script?"
Mr. Zhongyue said: "It's no different. Calligraphy and writing in ink and red are the norm."
Lord Xinling said: "If it is true, there are not many slips and slips, and silk is even more needed."
Mr. Zhongyue said: "The silk fabrics are not owned by the government. Each camp prepares them by itself."
Lord Xinling said: "Each camp prepares its own supplies? How can we get them?"
Mr. Zhongyue said: "Master Mang once said that in the past, every camp was made of old clothes, clothes, or skirts, which were often in a state of decay."
Lord Xinling said: "Since each camp writes its own letter...does this also apply to you, sir?"
Mr. Zhongyue said: "How can a countryman get a document? He can't do it without the help of the general's government."
Lord Xinling said: "Then why should we not let it go?"
Mr. Zhongyue said: "I also consult with Mr. Mang. Mr. Mang said that in the past, the military reports were written, and the battles were all over. The camp reported the leader, the army reported the enemy, and they all told people. There was never a report before the war was over. .”
Lord Xinling thought for a moment, his head suddenly felt dizzy and painful, so he had to stop and said: "It must be Mr.'s advice. ... Mr.'s skills are so amazing! He will almost recover from his illness."
Mr. Zhongyue said: "You should also be careful to avoid wind and cold, work carefully and think carefully!"
Lord Xinling said: "Greetings! Mr. Yilai!"
Mr. Zhongyue said: "Now there is a continuous supply of grain and fodder, there are caves in the camp, and there is no disease at all. All the work is done by the gentlemen and the young masters."
Lord Xinling said: "Who among the young masters can be appointed?"
Mr. Zhongyue said: "Everyone is responsible for his own affairs, and everyone can do whatever they want. Only those who are loyal and brave are the people of Wei!"
Lord Xinling said: "Young people in Wei know it, but I know it, sir!"
Mr. Zhongyue said: "You will appoint him as a guard to observe his courage."
Lord Xinling said: "What you saw, sir, is correct. It is not unusual for you to be appointed as a guard! After the Battle of Guqi."
Mr. Zhongyue said: "The people born in the school captain's house are quite brave and skilled. If they are allowed to ride on the right side of the chariot, they can do it."
Lord Xinling said, "I'll visit him someday."
Mr. Zhongyue resigned. Before leaving, he asked his disciples to cook some kudzu soup and give it to Lord Xinling. Mr. Xinling sent Mr. Zhongyue away and went to Zhang Yue's door. He wanted to go in and visit, but he saw that the door was closed tightly for fear of disturbing him. He seemed a little tired and did not want to chat with the gentlemen, so he went back on his own. Sit down and rest in front of the east pavilion door.
Xiaonu and Gai Nie rarely saw Lord Xinling at leisure, so they both came out and sat down in front of the door.
Lord Xinling asked: "How many classes does Gai Nie have in a day?"
Gai Nie said: "Three lessons."
Lord Xinling asked: "What lesson?"
Gai Nie said: "In the morning, the sun rises below the ground, so you can practice your legs; in the noon, the sun is shining in the sky, so you can practice your hands; in the dusk, the sun is setting in the west, so you can practice your body."
Lord Xinling said: "That's so good! Who heard it?"
Gai Nie said: "He has an uncle who is in charge of his duties. When he passes by his house, he will teach him."
Lord Xinling said, "Who is this, Uncle Guan?"
The little slave said: "There are quite a few people passing by my house, maybe for one or two days, or for three to five days, or for more than ten days. Uncle Guan may be one of them."
Lord Xinling remembered that the slave relied on the door for a living, and was afraid that he would be ashamed, so he stopped asking further questions and only asked Gai Nie: "How do you train your legs, hands, and body, uncle Guan?"
Gai Nie became interested and said: "There are eight leg techniques, walking and jumping, advancing and retreating at an angle." He said and gestured. "There are six techniques, up, down, front, left, and right."... "There are four body techniques, rising and falling."...
Mr. Xinling laughed loudly after seeing it. Although this exercise was simple, it was concise. What is particularly rare is that Gai Nie actually rehearses it seriously and non-stop. Lord Xinling praised: "It's hard to aspire, but even harder to do it!"
The little slave said: "The child has mastered this method and practiced it day by day. If you talk about the rest, it will be like a fool."
Lord Xinling said: "Uncle Guan is such a reckless chivalrous man. This method is the key to acquiring skills. By doing this, you can strengthen your roots and strengthen your roots. How did Uncle Guan acquire his skills? I am fascinated by it!" He asked Gai Nie again and said, "I have observed your method in the morning, and it is very different from this method."
Gai Nie said: "Although there are eight leg techniques, the changes are endless. Although the changes are endless, they are actually eight techniques. The same is true for hand techniques and body techniques."
Lord Xinling said: "Who will get it again?"
Gai Nie said: "I got this from your Majesty and your teachers. I observe the practices of your teachers. Although there are thousands of changes, they are still the same. What your Majesty taught is different from the ordinary, and I still don't deviate from it. Therefore, I practice the practices of my teachers. The law and the king's law are the true laws."
Lord Xinling said: "If you take one corner and turn it on three, that's what you call it."
Mr. Zhongyue's disciples brought some decoction. Lord Xinling drank it and felt sleepy. He stood up, handed back the medicine bowl, and said, "I am tired and exhausted, but I feel sleepy again." The slave also stood up and waited for Lord Xinling to go back to his room and lie down. After lying down, Mr. Xinling felt a little dizzy. He closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep and yet not asleep. He drifted into confusion noisily. One moment he saw Chen Gong preaching, another moment he saw Gai Nie practicing martial arts, and the next moment the drums were beating loudly and the shouts were loud. It seemed that a fierce battle was taking place... Lord Xinling jumped up, grabbed the sword beside him, and stood guard beside him. The little slave was startled and said repeatedly: "Well, Your Majesty!" Lord Xinling calmed down, but there was no sound of golden drums around him. He was just suffering from a cold, had taken medicine, and was resting.
The room was dark and I couldn't tell the time. Lord Xinling asked the slave: "When will you show up?"
The little slave said, "I think it's noon time, and the gentlemen are already cooking porridge."
Lord Xinling said: "Is there anyone visiting?"
The little slave said: "There are occasional greeters, but no one else."
Lord Xinling said: "Who is Mr. Zhongyue or Mr. Zhang?"
The little slave said: "Mr. Zhang came to say hello. He went back when he saw your Majesty sleeping peacefully. Mr. Zhongyue has not arrived yet."
Lord Xinling said to himself: "Is it possible to write a secret battle report?" This is the first substantive task that Doctor Jin Bi has given him. If it is not completed well, it will be unjustifiable. But to complete it well, there is really no bottom line. His eyes turned black!
