After leaving Xie's Mansion, Wen Xunpeng glanced at the sky. There was already a faint light there, and it would light up in an hour at most.
Wen Xunpeng did not go back immediately. He asked the ox cart to take Liang Yuyin back to Pilgrimage Lane, and then asked the ox cart to take him elsewhere. When he returned to Taisun Mansion, it was already morning, and there were already people and vehicles on the road.
"Mr. Wen!"
Someone was cleaning outside the door of Taisun's mansion. When he got off the bullock cart, the cleaning servants immediately moved to the left and right and saluted respectfully. .
Wen Xunpeng's jaw actually has a rank, but it is more respectful to be called sir by the people of Taisun Mansion than to be called Lord Wen.
Wen Xunpeng's old ambition has been more than half realized by following the king and becoming his grandson!
As long as the grandson successfully ascends the throne and becomes the master of the world in the future, he can realize another half of his ambition!
Entering at the door, I met no familiar people along the way, but when I arrived at the hall door, I heard some voices.
"Your Highness, in the past, there was no military strategy in battle formations. The two armies lined up neatly on the plains and charged at each other with drums built. Therefore, chariots were sharp weapons."
"Now, if a soldier never tires of deceit, how will your chariot be positioned to charge on the plain?"
"As soon as you move toward woodland or hills, the chariot becomes ineffective, so the chariot declines."
The voice doesn't sound like someone from the mansion, and seems to have some knowledge. Could it be another Yulin Guard who was recruited?
Sure enough, when I looked around, I saw about ten people, all wearing the official uniforms of the Yulin Guards, standing in a row, waiting for the grandson to ask questions.
The Baihu who spoke was a middle-aged man with short stature and a pair of bright eyes on his dark red face. He was very fierce. He was talking excitedly and his face turned red.
In such a scene, Wen Xunpeng naturally would not come forward to disturb him. He smiled secretly and turned away. The living room was not small, and there were small cubicles next to it for resting. He sat and drank tea while waiting. Someone immediately came forward to serve him. Tea.
"You're right." I heard Taisun praise him, but instead of continuing the question, he changed the topic about weapons and named someone to reply: "Take Toyota, please tell me."
The hundred households who were named seemed to have not expected that Taisun would call them by name and asked them to answer, and they immediately showed surprise.
This is Taisun. Among the ten households that came here, he was the least conspicuous one. Unexpectedly, Taisun actually remembered his name and asked him to answer questions!
Takeyoda immediately replied excitedly: "Grandson, when making a bow, the first step is to choose the wood. Wood properties are different, and the natural curvature is very important. If you choose the wrong bow, it will not be stable no matter how you adjust it. There is no solution for this innate defect."
"The second step is to cut it. The middle should be thick and strong, and the two ends should be thin and flexible..."
This Baihu named Takeyoda has thick eyebrows and big eyes. He looks very honest and proficient in weapons. He is also meticulous when answering Taisun's questions.
But the answers to these questions were too honest and missed the point, and most importantly, Taisun had already asked him many times.
Wen Xunpeng sat in the booth and listened, frowning.
This is not the first time I have asked such a question, and it is not the first time I know the answer. Why does my grandson still care about it every once in a while?
It would have been very strange for someone else to ask this question. What is the status of the lord now? No matter what Wen Xunpeng thought, he could not think of a reason why his grandson would care about this matter.
Although weapons are important and bow making is also important, at Taisun's level, this matter is really too small.
"Your Highness, the three disciplines of a soldier are the body, the weapon, and the team!"
"The body is the body, the weapons are the weapons, and the team is the queue."
"I believe that the first priority is formation, which can make soldiers obey military orders. If military orders are not followed, even if they have martial arts, they will still be in chaos."
Just as Wen Xunpeng was thinking this, someone spoke again, his voice a little hoarse and unpleasant, as if he was recovering from a serious illness.
Wen Xunpeng subconsciously looked around and saw that the person speaking was also sallow and thin, not so good-looking. As a member of the Habayashi Guardian family, he is generally not too ugly. Even Takeyoda is also born with thick eyebrows, big eyes, broad shoulders, and a round waist. He looks burly and has very regular facial features.
This person looked like he had just recovered from an illness, and his facial features were not very good. At first glance, he even looked a bit wretched.
However, this is actually just an appearance. Wen Xunpeng has read the files and found that although this person looks like a sickly person, he is extremely powerful and has good martial arts skills, so he was able to enter the Yulin Guards and become a hundred households.
This person is not good-looking, but his name is good, and his name is Xu Chan.
Because the sound wasn't that pleasant, Wen Xunpeng stopped listening in order not to hurt his ears. He even sat inside, drinking tea and waiting.
After a while, it gradually became quiet outside, and Wen Xunpeng knew that someone was gone.
Only then did he come out, and then he saw Taisun standing under a banner with the words "Three people walking together must have my teacher", looking up at these words, as if deep in thought.
And there was another person standing next to the grandson, who turned out to be a wild Taoist.
I don’t know when the wild Taoist came. When Wen Xunpeng arrived just now, he hadn’t seen him yet.
Su Ziji was not actually reading the word at the moment, but was checking what he had just gained by reading the word.
"[Art of War] +1573, level 7→8 (896/8000)"
This time, hundreds of households were called in to ask questions. The experience value of the art of war did not increase very fast, and maybe it was not as much as the increase of military books. It can be seen that in this era, the art of war was still secretly taught to generals, and even ordinary officers could not learn this aspect. It all depends on experience.
But when you add up, you get an upgrade!
The art of war is not the most important thing for those who aim to become an emperor, especially those who are not yet emperors.
But even if you don't, it won't work. Not to mention that you want to be an emperor. Once you become an emperor, although you don't need to fight in person, you must at least have a basic concept. You can't be fooled by others, and you can't give blind orders.
And looking at the current situation, I'm afraid there will always be a time when the emperor suddenly attacks and cannot resist with tactics, so he can only fight with each other.
So while you still have this opportunity, you should play more.
Thinking of this, Su Ziji sighed slightly again.
Upgrading can still be done through daily grinding, but it is more difficult to conquer generals.
"Hehe, it's true that you know people but don't know their hearts." Su Ziji thought about Takeyoda just now and sneered secretly: "Originally, I thought that Takeyoda seemed honest and acted very close to me, and he was very devoted to me. As a result, this trial gave me a big surprise.”
"This Baihu has a sweet mouth, a sword and a jackal's heart. If I hadn't had the ability to test, this Takeyota alone would have ruined my business."
After pondering for a long time, Su Ziji came back to his senses.
Next to it were tables and chairs, with pens, ink, paper and inkstones laid out. Even the ink was polished. I picked up the pen and licked the ink until the pen was full. I picked up the pen and wrote my name on the rice paper laid out.
There were only three names written down, and among them was Xu Chan, who didn't look good.
"This person, go to the red stall." Pointing to Xu Chan's name, Su Ziji ordered.
(End of chapter)
