Mr. Yang is about the same age as Yue Buqun. He is short in stature and has a strange appearance. He is a eunuch in appearance, but he is physically disabled and has a strong will. His reputation for talent and learning can reach the heavens. When he enters the official career, he rises all the way to the top, guarding a certain place. .
Yue Buqun just clasped his fists, bowed slightly and called out "Sir Yang" without saying anything more.
Master Yang also looked at Yue Buqun.
When he learned that Lord Mou had entrusted his son to a Jianghu man to tutor him for the first prize in the examination, he was as confused as the rest of the world.
He himself was a great Confucian and a famous official, and he came up step by step through the imperial examination, and he knew how difficult it was to take the imperial examination.
Mr. Mou's performance in this war against Mongolia was eye-catching, and his performance during the post-war recuperation process also made him shine.
Master Mou bluntly said that all of this came from Yue Buqun's guidance, which made Master Yang become interested in Yue Buqun. After learning that Mou Zhen became the top scorer in high school in less than a year, Mr. Yang was shocked and suddenly wanted to meet Yue Buqun.
Yue Buqun was neither humble nor arrogant when facing Mr. Yang, and his expression was indifferent. Unlike when facing a prominent president, he only wanted to face an equal friend.
Mr. Yang didn't take it seriously. With his status, he no longer needed to listen to compliments. Those false respects were of no benefit to him. He wanted to get to know Yue Buqun but also wanted to use his strengths. There is no shortage of flattering people around you, so you should leave this task to those who need it.
Mr. Yang also clasped his fists and said, "Mr. Yue, it's a pleasure to meet you. Please sit down."
Yue Buqun said, "Thank you."
Mr. Yang said: "General Mou mentioned Mr. Yue and was astonished. After he relayed many of Mr. Yue's words, I also felt that it was very appropriate. He does not live in a temple, but he is proficient in military and political affairs, which is really admirable."
Yue Buqun said: "It was Master Mou who flattered me, and it was Master Mou who trusted Yue who dared to believe Yue's words on paper."
Mr. Yang said: "Mr. Yue is too modest. The war came suddenly, and I took up the post in a hurry. If General Youmu hadn't handled it properly, I'm afraid it wouldn't have been so smooth. Today, I invite you, sir, and I hope you will give me your advice."
Yue Buqun smiled and said: "My lord is too humble. My lord is a scholar-mannered soldier, and he is entrusted with important tasks at critical moments. He is beyond the reach of others. The Mongolian cavalry cannot defeat your lord."
Mr. Yang said: "Mr. Yue, we did not invite you to Huashan to hear this. Our shoulders bear the trust of the emperor and the responsibility to the people on the border. Mr. Yue was born and raised here, and he has the ability." , we should also contribute.”
Yue Buqun said sternly: "That's what your Excellency said. Your Excellency has the people in mind, which is a blessing to the people. However, Yue has no experience in governing, so it will inevitably end up as empty talk. Yue will just say it for the time being, and listen to it for now. As for whether it is appropriate or not, , it’s up to the adults to distinguish by themselves.”
Mr. Yang said: "Sir, please speak."
Yue Buqun started from building dredging walls and trenches to strengthen border defenses, then strengthened the development and construction of border areas to protect the border and the people; then he recruited troops to settle the refugees, deal with ethnic minority affairs, strengthen the external defense system, and maintain the relationship with the Western Regions. Tribute trade, etc., I mentioned everything that came to mind.
Master Yang was inexplicably surprised.
Yue Buqun couldn't possibly know what he was going to ask him and couldn't prepare an answer in advance. Many of these casual remarks coincided with his own hard thinking. Some of them were still hesitating, but Yue Buqun made it clear with one word.
It's a pity that such people are living in the world.
Yue Buqun said enough, took a sip of tea, and judging from Master Yang's expression, he should be satisfied.
Yue Buqun finally said: "Yue is just talking here. If he really wants to do this, there are still too many things to do, and it is beyond Yue's ability."
Mr. Yang took a deep breath and said, "This has made me enlightened. I would like to thank you sir first, and I will ask you for more advice in the future. Please don't refuse."
Yue Buqun said, "Your Majesty, your words are serious. Yue must know everything and say everything."
Master Yang has the intention of meeting Yue Buqun late.
He didn't understand martial arts, but he knew that Yue Buqun had just trained a martial arts champion. In his understanding, martial arts
The number one scholar is the limit of martial arts.
In a blink of an eye, Yue Buqun trained a literary champion. Master Yang thought that literature was not weaker than anyone else, so he discussed literature with Yue Buqun.
Master Yang is a child prodigy. He became famous at the age of eight, passed the imperial examination at the age of fourteen, and entered the official career by becoming a Jinshi at the age of eighteen. He has real talent and learning, and Yue Buqun will not show off such cleverness in front of him.
Yue Buqun was unable to train Mou Zhen into a writer within one year, so he could only let him cope with the exams, but Yue Buqun's own literary skills were not negligible.
No matter what aspect Master Yang competes with, Yue Buqun handles it with ease. He is not fierce, but makes Master Yang feel like a spring breeze.
Master Yang knew that he had met an expert.
Master Yang was also surprised by Yue Buqun's calligraphy skills, which were comparable to his good friend Li Dongyang, a great scholar, and even inferior to him.
This meeting was very pleasant, Yue Buqun and Mr. Yang were both satisfied, and General Mou looked on with admiration.
When he invited Yue Buqun to the capital, he was reserved and let Yue Buqun go. Looking back, Master Mou felt ashamed, and in the end his son lost the top prize in martial arts.
Fortunately, he woke up in time. As soon as he got close to Yue Buqun, he made meritorious deeds in the northwest, and his son won the top prize at a lightning speed, leaving him with little chance to react.
Yue Buqun was standing in front of the desk, swiping his brush attentively. Master Yang and Master Mou, one on the left and one on the right, were also watching attentively.
Master Yang insisted on keeping Yue Buqun's calligraphy, so Yue Buqun had to do his best.
Suddenly, Yue Buqun stopped writing.
Mr. Yang was stunned for a moment. He was writing smoothly. How could he stop? It wouldn't be beautiful if he didn't finish it in one go.
Just as he was about to ask, Yue Buqun raised his head and stared out the window, frowning slightly.
General Mou reacted immediately and was about to step forward to block Mr. Yang.
With a "bang", the window shattered into pieces, and a sword was already in front of Master Yang.
It happened so fast that Mr. Yang didn't react. It was too late for Mou Zongbing to stop him. The brush in Yue Buqun's hand suddenly flew up and hit the sharp sword in front of Mr. Yang's eyes.
Diabolo's penholder knocked away the long sword. At this time, Mr. Mou had already blocked Mr. Yang behind him.
Yue Buqun's expression remained unchanged, and he tested the sword's power with one move.
The second sword came to Master Yang again like lightning, with General Mou standing in the way without any hindrance.
"So fast!"
General Mou was shocked. Just as he was about to react, Yue Buqun's hand had already arrived.
This time he did not knock the sword away, but stretched out his hand to grab the sword. The lightning stopped in front of Mr. Yang. If he took another step forward, he could kill Mr. Yang, but even this small step turned into a chasm.
