The rain kept falling.
It rained heavily for two days in a row in Dongcang City. The rain carried a slight pressure and was very uncomfortable when it fell on me. According to Sixth Senior Sister's judgment, this was caused by the war between the Great Confucian and the Barbarian King, which changed the celestial phenomena. For this reason, the city lord's palace issued a notice that residents of Dongcang City can take shelter at home for non-essential tasks.
"The war is escalating." In the rain pavilion of the city lord's palace, Xiang Jixuan looked at the rain curtain and sighed, "The great scholar has begun to join the war."
Chen Luo brewed the tea and handed it to Xiang Jixuan: "Mr. Xiang, I have something that I don't understand."
Xiang Jixuan took the bamboo tea and sniffed it. Suddenly, a fragrance spread through his nose and spread all over his body. The aura of righteousness in his body was slightly shaken. Xiang Jixuan took a sip without revealing anything and asked, "What's the problem with Mr. Hou?" "
"About the Battle of Cold Winter," Chen Luo said, "Based on my observations over the past few days, I found that most of the people participating in the war were the great Confucians from the military lineage and the Northland Confucians. The Confucians from the Central Plains and the South are still doing their own thing."
"If Daxuanduo dispatched hundreds of great scholars to go north, wouldn't the war in the north be ended with a single battle?"
Xiang Jixuan smiled faintly, put the tea cup on the table, and explained: "My human race has great scholars, and the barbarians also have barbarian kings. Today I will add 500 great scholars, and tomorrow he will add 800 barbarian kings. If we go back and forth, won't we start to exterminate the tribe again? Battle?"
Having said this, Xiang Jixuan looked up at the sky: "Since the rise of the human race, we have been entangled with the barbarians. Today you are stronger than me, and tomorrow I will be stronger than you. This has been repeated for thousands of years."
"The so-called person who knows you best is either a confidant or a mortal enemy."
"In these countless years of fighting, some rules have been formed between humans and barbarians."
"For example, this winter battle."
"It was a war launched by the barbarians in order to reduce the influence of White Wind on the barbarians. As the attacked party, we, the human race, had to fight."
Xiang Jixuan picked up the tea cup again, took a sip, and suddenly asked: "How much does the Marquis know about the Battle of Winter?"
Chen Luo nodded and said: "This is a way for the barbarians to deal with the white wind in the ice field and divert conflicts within their clan."
Xiang Jixuan was stunned and said with a smile: "Although the Marquis's statement is novel, it is also true. Bai Feng has reduced the harvest of the barbarians and needs to make up for it through a war with me, Daxuan."
"But that's just one big reason."
Chen Luo looked puzzled: "One of them?"
Xiang Jixuan nodded and continued: "The way of the barbarian sky is completely different from the way of the heaven of my human race."
"In our practice, whether it is Confucianism, Taoism or Buddhism, we use the thousand-mile road to heaven as a bridge to obtain it ourselves. The essence of Mantian is to complete Mantian's mission and then wait for Mantian's gift."
"So although our human race is weak, we can carry it when the sky collapses and bury it when the earth sinks. Every meal, every trace, is created by ourselves."
"The Master said: Heaven moves vigorously, and a gentleman strives to strengthen himself. We respect Heaven, but we do not fear it."
"As for the barbarians, even though they are majestic and vigorous, they never forget the protection of the barbarian heaven."
"We secretly believe that Mantian is still a step up from Cangtian."
"It's just that the sky gave birth to the demon clan, and opened up the three gates of Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism to reach heaven. But the demon clan has forgotten its roots and settled in the southern region. It is difficult to distinguish between friends and enemies of our human race. Buddhism travels far to the western region and does not mess with the barbarians. The Taoist sect seems to have another important responsibility to fight against the barbarians, so only the Confucian sect is so anxious to resist the barbarians."
"Precisely because the Barbarian Sky is weaker, it is eager to absorb the power of the sky to improve itself. Therefore, the annual winter battle is a formula formed by the human race and the barbarian race after countless battles."
"Without triggering a war of genocide between the two sides, the barbarians will fulfill Mantian's request, and the human race will ensure internal recuperation and prepare for the next war of genocide."
"Your Majesty, you can read the history books carefully. Historically, our human race has taken the initiative far more often than the barbarians in wars to exterminate tribes."
After listening to Xiang Jixuan's description, Chen Luo understood in his heart that the essence of the barbarians' gaining power was exchange, which was instant and the same as buying and selling, so they had to maintain an offensive posture at all times.
The worst thing is scraping!
The essence of human beings gaining power through practice is self-acquisition and delayed, so there is always a process of accumulation.
Just let me complete the forward swing and kill you with one big move.
Thinking about the peaceful singing and dancing he saw in Zhongjing, and then looking at the pressure that the northern border encountered every year, Chen Luo also sighed.
The world is not peaceful, what is peaceful is within Daxuan.
There are no quiet times, but there are people who are willing to spill blood on the frontier!
…
Wanren Mountain.
"Military Prime Minister, Military Prime Minister..." Several great scholars quickly walked into the meeting hall, "It's done, it's done!"
Han Qingzhu heard the call and quickly walked out from behind the desk, "How about it?"
A great scholar showed joy on his face: "According to the last plan, we deliberately used a third-grade great scholar to lure the barbarian kings into an ambush, and then used the 'Red Cliff' combined attack method to assassinate a total of eleven barbarian kings, including one great barbarian king!"
"Mordan is going to vomit blood, hahaha!"
Han Qingzhu was also overjoyed. Looking at the injured and unstable scholars in front of him, he was suddenly startled and asked: "Where is Luzhi? And where is Zhi Changgong?"
As soon as these words came out, all the great scholars were silent for a moment, and another great scholar sighed: "Mr. Luzhi attracted three barbarian kings. After the combined attack at Chibi, there was still one barbarian king who still had some strength left and wanted to escape to report the news. Mr. Luzhi blew himself up and followed him. Returned together."
"In order to kill the second-grade barbarian king, Duke Zhi shattered his family, country, and world. He is still in a coma."
These two pieces of news made the atmosphere in the meeting hall stagnant, but then another great scholar smiled and said: "Everyone, there is no need to be sad."
"My brother once said before going into battle that if something unexpected happens, it is just a matter of sacrificing one's life for justice. This is the way of a gentleman."
"It's time to celebrate it."
Everyone looked and saw that it was one of the great scholars who also participated in the battle this time, the younger brother of Mr. Lu Zhi.
"That's right." Another great scholar, whose breath was uncertain and obviously injured, said: "In this battle, we lost two great scholars and killed eleven barbarian kings under Mordan. This is a great victory."
"Gentlemen, celebrate!"
"Yes, let's celebrate! Announce to the whole army that I, the great scholar of the human race, attacked without any damage, and killed eighteen barbarian kings in formation! Boost the morale of our army!"
"No, no, it's too exaggerated. We can't bury the deeds of Mr. Lu Zhi and Duke Zhi. It's better to explain the loss of Lu Zhi, the loss of Zhi Zhang, and the formation to kill eighteen barbarian kings."
"Well, if that's the case, then let's kill twenty-four Barbarian Kings in formation!"
"Seconded!"
"Seconded!"
"Seconded!"
At this time, the younger brother of Mr. Luzhi suddenly asked again: "Sir, the results of this battle are all due to "Three Kingdoms". What new things have been published in the book of our young marquis these days? ?"
Han Qingzhu said with a smile: "The manuscript has been released. You all came back just in time. "Three Kingdoms" has just concluded a plot of seven captures and seven manipulations. There is only the implication of the way of enlightenment, and there is no news about the understanding of combat skills yet."
"However, Zhuge Kongming's talents and strategies almost spilled over the page."
All the great scholars looked happy: "Did Zhuge Kongming start to pretend... to show off his power again?"
"Hahaha, among the Three Kingdoms, Zhuge Kongming has the most scholarly style like me. Go and see it now. Go and see it now."
"Chief Changgong once said that he admired Wolong's style the most. If I go to his bedside and say a few words, I might be able to wake him up!"
"We go together, wouldn't it be wonderful to have a great scholar as a storyteller!"
"Let's go and admire Mr. Kong Ming's style together!"
As the scholars spoke, they walked out of the meeting hall one after another. Han Qingzhu also smiled, went back to his desk, and continued writing "Kong Ming Fu".
…
Outside Zhongjing City.
In a remote courtyard, two old men were sitting across from each other playing a game.
If outsiders saw these two people, they would definitely be shocked.
Because it was Literary Minister Yan Baichuan and Political Minister Zhou Zuofeng.
Everyone in the world thought that the two had different political views and were life-and-death rivals. Little did they know that at this stage, they had different righteousnesses, but they were both dedicated to the human race. Although there was tit-for-tat, it would not affect the personal relationship between the two.
When Chen Luo went north to Dongcang, when Yan Baichuan left the capital, Zhou Zuofeng, who had always been considered unhappy with Chen Luo, also led hundreds of officials from the main hall to see him off, and personally used the power of the main hall to send Chen Luo off for eight hundred miles. bright.
Of course, the two of them also have a collective name in Zhongjing’s official circles——
Two evils in the chess world!
Yan Baichuan secretly brushed off a black spot on Zhou Zuofeng and said, "Have you watched the latest Seven Captures and Seven Columns in "Three Kingdoms"?"
Zhou Zuofeng secretly used the technique of "making something out of nothing" to create an extra sunspot on the chessboard, and said: "The way of enlightenment is very good, it gave me new ideas about the demon clan's policies!"
Yan Baichuan once again used the "not bullying the dark room" technique to move a white man to a different position and said: "The demon clan must unite, but it must be conquered first!"
Zhou Zuofeng sneered, played a piece, and at the same time used the "don't move without permission" technique to fix all the chess pieces on the chessboard, and said: "What to fight with? The national power is insufficient! We need to support it for another thirty years!"
Yan Baichuan's hand moved slightly, and he activated the "giving" virtue of the five virtues of "gentleness, courtesy, thrift, and giving". He quietly broke the magical power of "don't touch anything that is not polite". At the same time as he made a move, he caused a white stone on the chessboard to change its position again. At the same time, he was still saying: "Thirty years, you mean Chen Luo's martial arts?"
Zhou Zuofeng nodded slightly, and played another black stone. A magical charm of "nothing" came out, and he invisibly erased the two white stones on the chessboard. He said: "Thirty years, a full generation, enough for martial arts." The world. If Chen Luo can open another three thousand miles of road to heaven within thirty years, I will be sure to conquer the demon clan!"
"Thirty years and six thousand miles? You underestimate Chen Luo too much." Yan Baichuan smiled faintly and put down another white stone. After using the "Virtue Must Have Neighbors" technique, a square next to the white stone quietly formed another white stone. Bai Zi said, "I think within ten years, Chen Luo will definitely drive six thousand miles!"
Zhou Zuofeng frowned slightly, put down the black piece again, activated the Confucianism of "the one who is close to the ink is black", and directly dyed the white piece next to him black, and said: "That means he is capable. But he can write the character Zhuge Kongming, which is indeed extraordinary. , you get close to him and ask him to write faster."
"Zhuge Kongming is in line with my style. Let him write more about Kongming's deeds."
"The wind of fame and appearance!"
Yan Baichuan nodded: "Of course. The way of education also has the style of our Wenchang Pavilion!"
Not far away, Leng Hanbing and the Confucian scholar accompanying the Prime Minister looked at the two Prime Ministers doubtfully.
"Brother Leng, this is the first time I've seen a political prime minister play chess so calmly!"
"Yeah, it's the first time I've seen Wen Xiang look so happy."
"But why is it that there is so much righteousness around them that the shadows of their family, country, and world appear?"
The two looked at each other meaningfully, knowing each other tacitly, and said in unison——
"This is a perfect match!"
…
Dongcang City.
After Chen Luo and Xiang Jixuan finished chatting, they returned to the study.
Laying out the paper, there is also the title of today's planned update written on it:
Chapter 91: "Sacrifice to the Han Dynasty to move troops to Lushui, and attack the Central Plains of Wuhou"
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