Of course he didn't fight him head-on, but kept wandering around him.
Wang Dechen couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw the other party flinching. He originally thought that the other party must be a master, but it turned out to be nothing more than that.
Although Liu Xianhong was circling around, he drew his sword faster than Wang Dechen, specifically looking for his weak points to attack.
Wang Dechen, on the other hand, opened up and closed with a fierce attack.
Liu Xianhong is light, flexible and dazzling.
The two men's swords kept coming and jingling echoed in the room.
As soon as the swords of Liu Xianhong and Wang Dechen came into contact, they quickly changed directions and kept stabbing at places such as the upper chest, neck, and face that were not protected by ring armor.
Wang Dechen had to return his sword to protect himself.
Wang Dechen made full use of his strong physical strength, blocking while looking for opportunities to counterattack.
However, Liu Xianhong never fought head-on. He always used his extremely flexible body to constantly look for Wang Dechen's weaknesses to attack.
The two of them went faster and faster, probably for dozens of rounds.
Wang Dechen exerted too much force and was panting and sweating profusely.
Liu Xianhong was sweating slightly, but his swordsmanship was still light and dexterous.
After a stick of incense, the final result came out!
Wang Dechen's sword drooped, and Liu Xianhong's sword pointed at his throat.
Wang Dechen let out a long sigh, his sword clinked and fell to the ground, he closed his eyes and said, "Kill me."
At this time, Yu Jie suddenly spoke: "General Wang's loyalty is commendable. But why should it be like this? Victory and defeat are common matters for military strategists. I think back on, your father sent envoys to attach themselves to us in the Song Dynasty many times. I remember this clearly, as if it was like yesterday."
"The envoy also hopes that General Wang will not forget your father's last wish. We are both Han people. How can we be barbarians, pigs and dogs, and let the barbarians drive us?"
Wang Dechen looked frustrated and said nothing, just looking down at the sword on the ground.
Suddenly he raised his head and looked at Yu Jie with bright eyes, and said: "This time I was defeated by your firearm, but it was also the first time I encountered this firearm. I believe that my deputy commander has found a way to restrain himself, and the bow cavalry is A restrained opponent for firearms.”
Zhao Ping took a sip of tea and said calmly: "The arrows of the bow cavalry are indeed farther than the thunder. If fired with a cyclone cannon, wouldn't it be far farther than the bow cavalry?"
Wang Dechen's face couldn't help but be startled, and then he said mockingly: "The cyclone cannon, that is the weapon of the perished Xixia Kingdom. Can you Nanbarians make it?"
Zhao Ping said: "What if I say I can get it?"
Wang Dechen saw that he was a boy who was only ten years old. Although he was wearing a green robe, he guessed that he was the boy from the high-ranking official's family.
He couldn't help but taunt: "Baby with a yellow mouth, hurry up and go back to nurse. This is not the place for you to talk."
Zhao Ping was not angry. He took out his quill pen, lightly dipped ink on the inkstone, and drew a four-wheeled cyclone cannon on the paper.
Then he threw the piece of paper to Wang Dechen, smiled slightly and said, "Wang Thief, look at it, what is this?"
It turned out that when Zhao Ping discovered that Hong Tianlei had difficulty in dealing with barbarian archers and even suffered many casualties, he used his mobile phone to check out a four-wheeled cyclone cannon from the Ming Dynasty.
Wang Dechen felt as if he had encountered a ghost. First, he had never seen a pen in Zhao Ping's hand. Second, Zhao Ping had finished the painting in just a few dozen breaths.
He was dumbfounded as he watched Zhao Ping take out a brush he had never seen before and paint with such speed that it was unbelievable.
Of course Wang Dechen is an expert in weapons, and the principle can be understood immediately at a glance.
He picked up the sketch and looked at it again and again, then frowned at Zhao Ping and asked, "Who is Shuzi?"
Zhao Ping replied calmly: "I am Zhao Ping, I am the one who made the Thunderous Thunder and the Killing Hu Jian."
Wang Dechen pointed at Zhao Ping with his big eyes and said, "So you are the Zhao Ping who wrote "War Theory"?"
Zhao Ping then tasted the tea gently and replied calmly: "Yes."
Wang Dechen seemed to have lost all his strength and immediately sat down on the ground. The sketch fell to the ground unknowingly and said: "So you are Zhao Ping who made Bang Tian Lei and Hu Sha Dao. I originally thought you wrote Hong Tian Lei and Hu Sha Dao." Tian Lei was just talking about Yan Yan, I didn’t expect to be the first to encounter him now. I was not unjustly defeated."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly stared at the roof and said nothing.
Yu Jie winked, and Tang Yi stepped forward and picked up the sketch of the tornado cannon drawn by Zhao Ping, and then gave it to Yu Jie respectfully.
Now that Wang Dechen has approved it, it is obvious that this is a work of art.
Zhao Ping stepped forward and saluted Yu Jie and said, "The boy has finished drawing the sketch and is about to present it to Yu Wengweng."
Yu Jie glanced at the sketch of the cyclone cannon, and after drinking tea, he said: "This is also auspicious, and it is just right to donate to the court, but it must be in kind."
Zhao Ping stepped forward and bowed, saying: "Yu Wengweng, I obey."
Yu Jie looked at Wang Dechen, who was still meditating on the ground, and said, "General Wang, please remember that you are also a Han, so think about it carefully."
At this time, Liu Xianhong stepped forward to help him up from the ground, and then gave him a cup of drunken spring tea. Wang Dechen did not refuse, but fell into deep thought.
Zhao Ping thought for a while and said to Wang Guo'er: "After Zhongying comes back, you ask him to think of a way to try his best to bring General Wang's relatives and friends back to Zhaojiazhuang. After the matter is completed, I will mark him with a great merit, Hua It’s worth any amount of money.”
Then Zhao Ping turned back to Wang Dechen and said: "The number of Hu people is only a million, and the number of string-controllers with bows and cavalry is only one hundred thousand. This is what you call the elite cavalry of the cavalry. "
Zhao Ping decided to give Wang Dechen a hard blow.
"It's temporarily difficult to deal with archers, but what about ordinary cavalry like you? We have thunder cavalry. But how many thunder cavalry do we have? As long as you can ride a horse, you can be a thunder cavalry. Besides, cyclone cannons can also be made. From now on, the nightmare of barbarian archers and cavalry will come."
After Wang Dechen was escorted out, Yu Jie gave Zhao Ping an appreciative look, and then said: "Ping'er, your poems are also good. Can you write one for me to read?"
Zhao Ping scratched his head in distress. He had a literary mother who loved poetry at home.
Now that I have just arrived in Jiading, I have met a master of poetry. Who said this is the Song Dynasty?
Who made me ask Yu Jie to write a song just now? The June debt really came quickly.
Oh, and it happens to be June, no wonder the debt has to be paid off so quickly.
Zhao Ping took a few steps in distress, and then wrote a poem "Qin Yuan Chun":
"The scenery of Bashu is filled with thousands of miles of mountains and thousands of miles of fog. Look at the roaring river, cascading into the East China Sea; frost and snow hitting the shore, and rolling blue waves. Sansu Ancestral Hall, the hometown of Taibai, the sound of books and rain shakes the sky. On a sunny day, look at the green bamboos, Smoke curls from the kitchen.
The country is picturesque and charming, attracting countless heroes to bow down. Li Bing controlled the water and irrigated it for eternity; Manzi offered his head, and his festival was as high as the sky; Bai Di asked him to leave the Qishan Mountains six times, and he did his best and was unyielding. It's all gone, let's count the famous people, but let's look at the present. "
After Zhao Ping finished writing this word, he blew his pen and ink in embarrassment, then raised his hands around and said: "My writing power is limited, I will make all teachers laugh."
When Yu Jie saw it, his expression flashed and he smiled without saying a word.
Qin Yulong, the prefect, took a look at it and said: "This poem is majestic and written in one breath. There is no pause or sluggishness when reading it, as if the river is flowing eastward and it is unstoppable. Good poem."
Tong Fanyang Wukong Case praised: "This is a bold and unrestrained school, very characteristic of the Zhao family, but there are pictures in the words, sounds in the pictures, and they are majestic in history and precipitate the characters, which is rare."
The chief secretary, Tang Yi, was in his early thirties, in his prime. He couldn't help sighing and said: "People like me should learn from Grand Administrator Li and Prime Minister Zhuge, and we will die exhausted."
These literati spoke highly of this poem, mainly because they saw that Zhao Ping used ancient metaphors to describe the present, and recognized the status of the literati headed by Yu Jie in governing the country, and managed the world-famous Kingdom of Tianfu in an orderly manner. True to form.
The brothers Ran Jing and Ran Pu were both talented in both literature and martial arts. Wang Jian was proficient in writing. When he saw Zhao Ping's "Qinyuan Chun", they all praised him because the poem mentioned the extremely tragic scene of Ba Manzi dedicating his head to nature for the country, and his contribution No less than Yue Fei.
Although the poem talks more about literati, it also talks about generals, and the writing is extremely tragic and touching.
This is enough.
After all, during the Song Dynasty, most poems about spring flowers and autumn moon were composed based on the literati's own feelings, and there were few poems about military commanders throwing their heads and blood on the battlefield.
These generals looked at each other and then saluted Zhao Ping.
Zhao Ping hurriedly stepped aside and said he didn't dare. Then he returned the courtesy and said that this was already history, how could he change history.
This move won the favor of the generals even more, because they had written their status into history.
At the same time, they also asked Zhao Ping to give them all the impassioned and tragic song "Loyalty to the Country", and Zhao Ping agreed with a smile.
Supervisor Zhu Wenbing looked at everyone and suddenly stepped forward and asked, "I heard that you passed the Lu Zu Immortal Examination. What's going on?"
When Zhao Ping heard this, it seemed that the prisoner was more suspicious of him.
Who allowed himself to be only ten years old and do many things that even adults have not done?
This must be dealt with, otherwise all previous efforts will be in vain.
Zhao Ping fell into memories. There was a verse poem in Chunyang Cave at that time, so he read out the poem:
"Tai Chi gives birth to the two rituals, and the two rituals give rise to the four images. When will the Taoism be born? When will the Taoism be achieved?"
Zhu Wenbing and Yu Jie looked at each other. This poem is indeed mysterious. Although it is a poem, it is full of Taoism.
To answer this poem, it is a trivial matter to be proficient in poetry. It is necessary to be very proficient in the meaning of Taoist scriptures.
Qin Yulong and Yang Wu fell into deep thought.
Everyone here, except for the generals, is a person who is well-read in poetry, books and classics.
To answer this question, we must answer it in poetry, and at the same time we must have a thorough understanding of Taoist scriptures and meanings.
But the scholars here were all proficient in Confucianism, so they couldn't help but look at Zhu Wenbing.
Because the only person here who is proficient in Taoism and Confucianism is Zhu Wenbing.
It is said that Zhu Wenbing's writing has the ability to win the first prize, but unfortunately his calligraphy is slightly inferior, and his light is blocked by his printing.
Even so, he still won the third prize, which shows his profound attainments in scriptures.
Zhu Wenbing nodded and asked, "How did you answer?"
