"Lure them with profit, take them with chaos, prepare them with actual strength, avoid them with strength, anger them with anger, humiliate them with arrogance, lose them with labor, get close with them and separate them, attack them when they are unprepared, and surprise them."
"The passion of a soldier is speed, taking advantage of others' inadequacy, and taking advantage of the unexpected way to attack the enemy's unpreparedness."
"The seven chapters of The Art of War are concise and concise. The wisdom contained in them is broad, profound, profound and rich. Each sentence contains infinite truth. It uses simple language to explain important military matters!"
"It's not just about using troops on the battlefield, it's also about calculation, elaborating self-interested trends, practicing and elaborating self-interested trends, and it can even be extended to more fields, including temple calculations, philosophy of doing things, and management effectiveness, everything is involved!"
In the sky above the Confucian Temple, the cultural atmosphere that has not completely dissipated is like a veil, covering the entire temple.
The military examination policy discussion was over, and everyone rushing to take the martial arts exam had left the venue. Everything was quiet, but the Mingsheng Temple, located at the extreme point, was still brightly lit.
The lanterns are like night, reflecting the sky through the gauze-like atmosphere.
Jiang Li's examination papers had been copied into hundreds of copies by Hanlin Academy scholars, and were circulated and read among the civil and military officials.
Although Emperor Jing was sitting on the dragon chair at the highest point of the hall, none of the ministers seemed to feel the dragon power of the Emperor of Zhou. They were holding the scrolls in their hands in ecstasy, studying them selflessly, sometimes shocked, sometimes shocked. Suddenly, sometimes he shakes his head, sometimes sighs, not all at once.
The entire Ming Temple is like a noisy market, full of wonders, theories, leg-slapping sounds, and chaos.
"Your Majesty, it is really hard for me to believe that these seven volumes of military scriptures were really written by a young man!"
A tall and handsome man wearing a high crown and a long coat with wide sleeves, just like the people of ancient times, put down the manuscript in his hand, with a look of unfinished meaning on his face: "This article has a careful structure and order, and cannot be added or deleted. One word cannot be reversed, and it contains so much truth that even a naughty boy who reads it once is enough to become a general of a thousand men!"
"Mr. Da can actually give such an evaluation. This Jiang Li is truly worthy of the name of a saint's disciple!"
Emperor Jing nodded, and then asked again: "Sir, do you think these seven volumes of The Art of War were really written by Jiang Li?"
"Your Majesty, although I can't believe it, in my memory, before this, there is no mention in any classics from the Middle Ages, modern times, or even ancient times that such a strange book on military affairs existed!"
Li Changgeng, the master of the Confucian Temple, shook his head, "Besides, this volume can resonate with literary sages and hundreds of sages, which is enough to prove that before today, there was no such volume in the world!"
He paused and said: "Jiang Lizhen is a peerless genius, a son from heaven. His future achievements may not be inferior to those of hundreds of sages, or even comparable to literary sages. I look at the last word of this volume. It is a bit sloppy, and it seems that there is some intention but not yet complete. I am sorry. If your guess is correct, Jiang Li still has a war scroll in his heart that has not yet been released!"
"Compared to the Literary Sage, he still has soldiers in his belly!"
Emperor Jing was moved when he heard the words. He looked at Jiang Shirong, the Marquis of Zhenwu, "Shirong, Jiang Li is your son. Why don't even you, the father, know where he might have gone? Could it be that I, Dazhou Don’t you deserve to use him?”
The holy voice was gentle, but it contained a rebuke.
Jiang Li's admonishment of three strategies to control Mang was already better than that of the officials in the palace, and the fact that he was able to write seven volumes of military strategists is more than enough to show how extraordinary this son was.
What is the purpose of having such a great talent, but hiding it and refusing to use it for the imperial court?
Even if he is of the bloodline of the pre-Qin clan, so what.
Being able to write seven volumes of military strategy without reservation is enough to prove his loyalty to Zhou Dynasty!
Although Emperor Jing did not say these words clearly, how could Jiang Shirong not understand them.
However, Marquis Zhenwu, the most powerful man in the world, was also in a trance at this time and failed to hear Emperor Jing's words immediately.
Jiang Shirong holds the scroll in his hand like a sculpture, his cold and hard cheeks are calm, deep and quiet, and his eyes are hidden in a sword formation, seemingly neither surprised nor happy.
But he was the only one who knew the huge waves in his heart.
As the former military god of the Great Zhou Dynasty, he naturally knew the significance, value and height of this scroll.
After reading through the hundreds of words of "The Beginning Plan", he had already realized that Jiang Li's attainments in the art of war completely surpassed him!
A person who has been trapped in a small courtyard by him for ten years has never received any words or deeds from military strategists. He can fully understand these extremely majestic thoughts by relying only on classics and historical books and crude military books.
This kind of natural talent is terrifying beyond words.
Even among the few legitimate sons he carefully cultivated and had great expectations, none of them could match Jiang Liwanyi in the military realm!
"Your Majesty, this son's temperament has been different from ordinary people since he was a child. His behavior is eccentric and difficult to reason with. Although he has a small talent, he is not a stable and trustworthy person. He still needs to be tempered. Otherwise, the higher he stands, the more he will be ignorant of the great Zhou Dynasty. Lay hidden!"
After three breaths, Jiang Shirong bowed slightly and replied loudly.
"Marquis Wu is too modest. All the amazing people in this world have unique personalities. Their words and deeds are difficult for ordinary people to understand. They often do unusual things, which is reasonable. After all, we are all ordinary people, and How can you guess the thoughts of heaven and man!" Li Changgeng shook his head.
"Mr. Da, you don't have to hold this son up too high. No one knows a son better than his father. How could I not know what kind of character Jiang Li has. Among all the sons, he is the most perverse character, and he has no thoughts of family blood relations in his heart!" Jiang Shirong remained stubborn.
"With these words, Marquis Wu is doubting the will of literary sages and hundreds of sages?"
When Li Changgeng heard this, he waved his sleeves in displeasure and snorted: "I heard that Marquis Wu has moved this son to a lowly status and wants to bring him into the Qianjun Marquis' mansion as his son-in-law? As the mistress of the house, Mrs. He Lou is more interested in her. Secretly suppressing it, even prohibiting disciples of saints from visiting the sages in the Confucian Temple?
"It is inconvenient for me to interfere in Marquis Wu's family affairs, but as an important minister of the imperial court, you should know that all matters of state are the most important. How can family disputes conflict with the selection of talents by the Holy Emperor? Is such an action worthy of the title of Marquis? Is it for the country, the imperial court, etc. Cultivating a worldly talent for the Holy One is not as good as the pillow talk of your jealous wife in the Marquis!"
Li Changgeng's words were precise, his voice moved like the wind, and he contained awe-inspiring righteousness. Every word he spoke was encapsulated in etiquette, law, justice, and virtue, occupying the moral high ground, guiding the country, and criticizing people face to face.
Since Jiang Li's identity was revealed, Li Changgeng sent people to carefully inquire about everything about Jiang Li. After all, as a master of the Confucian Temple and a direct descendant of a literary saint, he would pay special attention to everything about the saint.
There is no impermeable wall in the world. It didn't take long for him to learn some information about Jiang Li.
When he learned that the sage's disciple had won the first place in the college examination and that the Confucian Temple had given him silk Confucian artillery, but not even the sage had ever paid homage to him, Li Changgeng's indignation was indescribable.
At this moment, seeing Jiang Shirong still insisting on suppressing it, even with the restraint of the Confucian Temple student, he could not suppress the dissatisfaction in his heart.
"Mr. Da's words are serious. How dare Shi Rong question the will of the saint? Jiang Li did not go to the temple to pay homage to the literary saints and sages, but it was my negligence!"
Jiang Shirong's eyes flashed, and the array of swords, spears and swords faintly circulated, but finally died down. He bowed again, with a humble attitude and no longer argued.
Although Li Changgeng was not a Confucian scholar, he was his first disciple. He not only had extraordinary knowledge, but also had a reputation for self-restraint, propriety, integrity and selflessness.
The Master traveled far away and disappeared for ten years. Li Changgeng took charge of the Confucian Temple and represented the will of the Confucian Temple in every word and deed. He was the spokesperson for Confucian scholars in the world.
To confront Li Changgeng is to confront the world's literati.
What's more, Mrs. He Lou did indeed have unruly qualities as a woman. She was jealous of her concubines and suppressed the Jiang family's heirs. This was a greater crime than adultery.
"Chang Geng and Shi Rong, you are both important ministers of the imperial court. One represents the cultural heritage, the other suppresses military fortunes. You are both my right-hand man!"
Emperor Jing waved his hand to appease the two of them and said: "I know Shi Rong's loyalty to me and the court. I'm afraid there is no other person in the world who can compare with him. The affairs of the court and the Ministry of War are heavy, and he has no time to take care of his children." Everything is justified by emotion and is a matter of course!"
Emperor Jing smiled, but then changed the subject: "But as the eldest lady of the Zhenwu Marquis Mansion and the mistress of the first manor, He Lou's actions are really beneath her status and unworthy of her moral character. If it weren't for the fact that Jiang Li's article had not inspired the people today, In the mind of the sages and sages, don’t we, the Great Zhou Dynasty, want to miss out on a state-governing talent whose future potential is comparable to that of a saint?”
"Your Majesty, regardless of Jiang Li's character and talents, these seven volumes of The Art of War are worth more to me, the Great Zhou Dynasty, than a million-strong army and will benefit generations to come!"
Li Changgeng even said loudly, his voice loud and clear, shaking the court.
The civil and military officials in the Ming Temple had long been attracted by the dispute between the two, but they all remained silent and aloof from the world.
Although they hold high positions and are the most powerful people in the country, they do not dare to participate at will.
One represents the cultural context, and the other represents the martial context.
If you are not careful, you will break your muscles and bones!
"Your Majesty, the saint's disciples have been found and are coming here with General Yuchi!"
At this moment, a Qilin guard hurriedly ran into the hall and knelt down to report.
"Did Jiang Li find him?"
The ministers of the Ming Temple all turned around, and Emperor Jing also showed a hint of hope. He looked at the panting Qilin guards and couldn't help but smile: "I almost launched a search by half the city's sergeants, but it was only then that I found the disciple of the saint. Where did Jiang Li go and how did you find him?"
"this……"
When the Qilin Guard heard this, a tangled look appeared on his face. He looked at the figures among the ministers present, his heart sank, and he reported the truth: "Your Majesty, when we found the saint's disciple, he was talking to people on the street. …Fight with people!”
"Hahaha, he is worthy of being the son of Marquis Wu. He just left the examination room and started fighting with others!"
Emperor Jing was startled, then clapped his hands and laughed, seemingly touched by Jiang Li's youthful frivolity.
Many ministers present also laughed in response.
But for some reason, the expression on the face of the Qilin Guard who was responsible for reporting became even more subtle.
"Tell me, can the disciple of the saint win? Who is fighting him?" Emperor Jing asked curiously.
"Your Majesty, it is the saint's disciples who have won!"
Qilin Guard swallowed his saliva and said with difficulty: "The people who 'fought' with the saint's disciples were Jiang Xuanyao, the son of Zhenwu Marquis, Yan Zhenzai, the son of the right deputy censor of the Ducha Yuan, the son of the Minister of Punishment, and Yu Hengsi of the Ministry of Works. Son of the Prime Minister of Taichang Temple..."
Every time the Qilin Guard mentioned someone, one of the ministers present would be shaken as if struck by lightning.
My son knows it himself.
Although the cause is unknown, as long as the Holy One makes a move, spies will naturally find out everything.
At that time, all the ridiculous things these debt collector sons do in their daily lives will be presented to the Holy Lord without fail.
Although there are such naughty sons and daughters in every mansion in Shengjing City, it is human nature and the Holy One can understand which one of the powerful families can be spared.
It's understandable, but it would be a different matter if it were sent to the Holy Master.
"Hahaha, it's quite lively!" When Emperor Jing heard this, his mood was completely different, and he became even more interested. He pointed to the ministers below and said: "These sons of mine, who love you, will take turns to fight one by one, or together. Surround and beat up the saint’s disciples!”
"Your Majesty, let's fight together!"
The muscles at the corner of Qilinwei's mouth twitched slightly and he added: "The sons of your lords and their soldiers are fighting the saint's disciples together. The young marquis is facing the enemy alone!"
"Are you saying that Jiang Li defeated everyone by himself? Is he already a warrior in the Xiantian realm?"
Emperor Jing was a little surprised, but he was also delighted that Jiang Li was so powerful. He was both civil and military. This was the famous minister and general that Great Zhou needed to govern the country!
"Little Marquis, he..."
The Qilin Guard hesitated and said: "The young Marquis is as angry as a python, he should be a Qi cultivator in the military realm!"
"What!"
"Qimai!"
As soon as Qilin Wei said this, everyone in the audience was shocked.
It is the consensus of the world that the inheritance of Qi channels is incomplete.
In the Great Zhou Dynasty, all those who practice Qi Meridian are those who come from poor backgrounds and are desperate.
How could a dignified young master from the Marquis Mansion practice Qi-Pulse Cultivation that even lower-class people would not choose!
"Jiang Shirong, I will fight for you!"
Li Changgeng was so angry that his hair stood up. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to fight Jiang Shirong, but was quickly stopped by several nearby ministers.
"Shi Rong, what's going on? Can't you suppress the Wuhou Mansion? You can't even support a single warrior!"
Emperor Jing was really angry this time.
Qi meridians have a very short lifespan. The higher the level, the more serious the loss of lifespan.
At such an age, Jiang Li is already in the military realm, and he may not be over forty.
This is based on the fact that he has stopped practicing and using his energy channels since then.
A future pillar of the country could have served the country for eighty years, but now he only has twenty years left!
How can there be no reason not to be angry!
"Your Majesty, please calm down. This is my fault!"
Jiang Shirong fell to his knees with a plop, his head close to the ground.
This was the first time Emperor Jing was angry with him since he became a marquis.
"Don't tell me that He Loushi ordered Jiang Li to cultivate his Qi!"
Emperor Jing's voice was cold and cold, and His Highness's ministers were as silent as cicadas, accompanying you like a tiger. They all knew that Emperor Jing had thoughts of murder at this moment.
In the Ming Temple, the atmosphere completely solidified.
An indescribable pressure enveloped the entire palace, and even the Martial Saint felt a pressure.
This is the power of the dragon, the power of the emperor, the majesty that carries the fate of a country, and even surpasses all worldly powers!
"That's all, Jiang Shirong, please get up first. Today the saints and hundreds of sages resonate and the unicorn comes to the world. This is a rare happy event in the ten years of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Everything will wait until I see Jiang Li!"
After a long time, Emperor Jing spoke again. He looked coldly at Qilin Wei who was kneeling on the ground and said: "The disciples of the saint are the saints of literature who walk in the world. The young masters from all the families work together to attack one person. Regardless of right or wrong, the martial artist is the first to lose. If you spread my will, everyone will be rewarded with fifty imperial staffs!"
"Your Majesty, these people..."
Qilin Guard's voice trembled: "All of these people were killed by the saint's disciples, no one was spared!"
"hiss"
As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was shocked again.
Jiang Shirong's eyes darkened, and many of the ministers almost held their breath. If Emperor Jing hadn't been there, they would have cried at this moment.
"Are they all dead? It's better to die, so as not to be an eyesore!"
Emperor Jing hummed heavily, directly deciding whether today's incident was right or wrong in one word.
No matter what the reason is, the disciples of the saint are always right!
After all, the anger in Emperor Jing's heart had dissipated a lot.
The ministers did not dare to express their anger, and even secretly rejoiced.
When the emperor is angry, rivers of blood will flow. This is no joke.
"Your Majesty, the saint's disciples have arrived!"
Another Qilin Guard also walked into the hall at this time.
"The Holy One has decreed that Jiang Li, the son of Marquis Wu, be summoned to appear before him!" Everyone beside Emperor Jing knew that the eunuch's high-pitched voice was summoning him loudly.
In the Ming Temple, almost all the ministers looked towards the entrance.
Only the ministers whose sons died were confused and a little dazed for a while.
At the entrance of the main hall, in the dim night, a tall and straight young figure slowly appeared, walking step by step, with a calm and calm demeanor, and he did not feel the tension and uneasiness of meeting the emperor of a country at all.
The young man's figure is like jade, his eyes are like bright stars, his equipment is extraordinary, and his handsome and elegant appearance is like a fairy figure walking out of a mural.
As he stepped into the Ming Temple, he seemed to be drawn to the ubiquitous literary atmosphere in the Confucian Temple.
The sky above the main hall was full of light and auspicious clouds were floating. Jiang Li's clothes lifted up in the wind, and a lotus flower blossomed under his feet, carrying his footsteps to the hall.
"Weimin Jiang Li pays homage to the Holy One!"
Jiang Li was neither in a hurry nor slow, and with a clear voice, he bowed to Emperor Jing.
The ministers in the palace couldn't help but express surprise and admiration as they looked at the young man's figure.
This calm and composed state of mind, neither humble nor arrogant, alone is better than 99% of the sons of officials.
"Brother Ginger!"
An exclamation suddenly sounded from the corner, and Zhao Tiehe looked at Jiang Li in surprise, with a look of extreme joy and excitement on his face.
"Jiang Li?"
Above the hall, Emperor Jing raised his eyebrows slightly and understood instantly.
"Tie He, is Jiang Li the young man named Jiang who risked his life to cover your escape and reported the news?" Chief Governor Huangfu Mu Chuan asked curiously.
"Father, it's him, Jiang Li, who protected my life!"
Zhao Tiehe nodded excitedly, wishing he could rush up and hug Jiang Li right now. It was all because of Jiang Li that he became a fifth-rank guerrilla general and became the adopted son of Huangfu Muchuan.
"The saint's disciple is actually the young man who turned the tide that night and saved tens of thousands of martial arts candidates in Shengjing City!"
"Three Strategies to Control Rebellion, and Stunning Saints and Hundreds of Wise Men. If there is a son like this, I will use the strength of the whole family to cultivate and support him. The birth of Qilin Son is a blessing to the family, and it can at least support a thousand-year-old family!"
"It's a pity that he actually cultivated Qi. Even if he can save it now, he may not be able to live for long. Marquis Wu is confused!"
A few days ago, spies from Beimang sneaked into Shengjing and wanted to cut off the foundation of martial arts fortune in the Great Zhou Dynasty. No one in the palace knew this.
At this moment, he discovered that Jiang Li was the most important person that night, and he was even more shocked.
After being able to accomplish such great feats for three successive great Zhou dynasties, who would doubt his loyalty to the Great Zhou dynasty?
So what about the bloodline of the remnants of the Pre-Qin Dynasty? In the long and long medieval times, no one of the thousand-year-old family has ever produced a prince or a royal family.
"Jiang Li, you are very good. I have read your examination papers. Although the Seven Military Volumes contain only a few thousand words, they describe the methods of conquest, governance, and planning. They are a masterpiece of human wisdom. I am very pleased. satisfy!"
Emperor Jing lowered his eyes and looked carefully at the most outstanding disciple of the Hou family in the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Even if everything was verified and Jiang Li was standing in the main hall, it would be difficult for Emperor Jing to connect him with the Three Strategies of Controlling Mang and the Seven Volumes of Military Strategy.
If such a young man is born into the royal family, he will definitely be an eternal king who will expand the territory and be famous throughout the ages. He can be worthy of the posthumous titles of Saint, Ancestor, and Emperor and be praised by the world.
"Your Majesty, the Seven Military Volumes were not written by Jiang Li. The strategies in them are all the crystallization of the wisdom of the ancient sages. The ordinary people only have the labor of writing, but no creation!"
Jiang Li respectfully told the truth.
"Jiang Li, how do you want me to reward you?"
When Emperor Jing saw this, the admiration and praise in his eyes became even stronger.
Military conquests, strategies, techniques, principles, everything that exists in the world originated from ancient times. Everything created stands on the shoulders of the ancient sages.
When Jiang Li was young, he was high-spirited and arrogant, but he was humble, peaceful and thoughtful.
Compared with teenagers of the same age, he is more mature and stable, and can be used in many ways.
"A small amount of merit from a humble citizen is not worth mentioning to the Holy One. If you ask for anything, you will only be a humble son-in-law of a humble citizen!" Jiang Li replied.
"I just want to be restored to civilian status!"
Emperor Jing sighed and sighed in his heart, if all the great men in Zhou Dynasty could have Jiang Li's five points of mind, there would be no need to worry about failing to succeed in the imperial career.
"Jiang Li, the disciple of Saint Beast Qilin Dai Wen Saint, now that you are a disciple of the Saint, you have been freed from all lowly status, and you cannot become the son-in-law of any noble family!"
Li Changgeng, the master of the Confucian Temple, said that he looked at Jiang Li with eyes full of admiration and affection. He wished he could take Jiang Li into the Confucian Temple now and teach him all he had learned in his life.
"Chang Geng is right. Even I don't dare to let you marry into the royal family now!"
Emperor Jing smiled and said: "However, I cannot break your engagement with Qianjunhou Mansion for you. You need to find Qianjunhou yourself. After all, as the emperor, how can I interfere in the private affairs of ministers.
"Of course, you can rest assured. I believe Qianjunhou Liu Honglie should know what to do. If he bullies you when you are young, I can make the decision for you!"
"Weimin, thank you, Your Majesty!"
Jiang Li kowtowed, and to this day, his humble status was finally freed.
As for his engagement with Qian Junhou Mansion, it shouldn't be difficult to dissolve it.
"Jiang Li Tingfeng!"
Above the hall, Emperor Jing spoke again.
"Jiang Li, you were born in Zhenwu Hou Mansion. After Zhongliang, you were loyal to the court and learned from the sun and the moon. You advised on three strategies to control Mang, defeated Beimang's conspiracy, and wrote seven volumes of military strategists. You have outstanding merits and merits, and you can be awarded the title of marquis. !”
"But you are still young and have no military exploits, which is contrary to the law of the Zhou Dynasty that only military merit can be crowned a prince. Today, I make you the fourth-grade meritorious commander of the light army and general of Zhongwu. You are temporarily appointed to the position of Qianhu. , after you have made your first contribution in Beimang, you will be promoted to the commander of the guard station, commanding five thousand troops and horses, and guarding one side for me!"
(End of chapter)
