Jieduan Mansion, main hall.

The hall is decorated in antique style, with two rows of quaint seats emitting a faint fragrance. A letter hanging on the wall with a large word "Wu".

This character is a dragon and a phoenix dance, with a sense of pride inside, and every stroke reveals a solemn and murderous aura.

The word "Wu" consists of two parts: Zhige. The Ge part is sharp, like a fierce general pulling a knife and slashing it out. The Zhi part exudes a scent of stability as if a mountain of Tai, shocking one side, as if a man is at the gate of thousands of men.

In front of the big wall, there were two seats. On the left was a middle-aged man with a rough body and beard. Although he was wearing a small crown and a haircut, he still showed his majesty.

On the chair on the right, there was a half-bian sitting, calm and composed, holding a cup of tea, and a sip. His movements were elegant, diluting the majestic aura of the middle-aged man a little.

When the old man put down the teacup, the middle-aged man said, "Mr. Zhao wants to see that Confucian scholar, too?"

The old man nodded: "Yes, I have some impression of this Qiu Yan. Three days ago, when he was giving lectures in the inn, he suddenly fainted and his pulse was weak. Others said he was scared, but I didn't think so. He could get to the eyes of Ma Yang, which is definitely not an idiot. Since the general invited him, I happened to take the exam for the school. Looking at the things from the Shi family, he learned a lot."

"Okay." The middle-aged man nodded and ordered someone to call Qiu Yan.

Not long after, a servant led Qiu Yan to cross the threshold.

As soon as he walked into the hall, Qiu Yan's gaze was attracted by the words on the wall, and he felt the surging spirit from it. If there was a substance, his muscles and bones reacted unconsciously. The big muscles trembled, blood rushed, and the momentum surged. Fortunately, he came back to his senses in time and thoughts moved. He suppressed the force.

"I was attracted by this character and almost exposed my life path cultivation."

Qiu Yan was still thinking, and a voice came from the head--

"I didn't expect you to practice martial arts. You have some attainments. It's rare at your age."

The middle-aged man was talking.

Qiu Yan moved his eyes from the word "up to the man" and treated him with the flow. Of course, he knew the identity of the middle-aged man. There was only one person in Wuxin City who could sit in this position.

Song Yuan, the governor of Wuxin Army.

After receiving a gift, Song Yuan said, "The literati never think of the martial arts. You practice literature and martial arts. It seems that you have a lot of goals." His words were thorny.

Qiu Yanze said: "There are all shooting, imperialism, and civil and military pursuits in the six arts." Qiu Yan's reply was neither humble nor arrogant, and he looked directly at Song Yuan without any fear or retreat.

"I have some knowledge, but I don't look down on myself because of my different identities. This is rare," Song Yuan shook his head and smiled, "Sit down."

Qiu Yan sat down as he looked up at the seat next to Song Yuan, and saw the old man's appearance and recognized him as Zhao Bingcheng, a great scholar of Shu, who was one of the goals of this trip. However, the latter was silent and had no intention of greeting Qiu Yan.

At this time, Song Yuan said again: "The reason for coming here this time. I believe you are also very clear. After learning some fists and kicks, young people have the idea of ​​Mozhe. When they see injustice, they draw their swords to help them. This is also a matter of distinguishing people. The consequences of impulse are not something you can imagine. Don't be fascinated by some books of sages. I really think that you can educate the world by relying on etiquette!"

As he said that, his fingers on the table gently tapped, making a thud and a thud, forming an invisible pressure.

"Everyone in the world says that I, Song Yuan, suppressing one side, makes it difficult for the swampmen to cross the boundary, but I don't know that there is also a pacification effect. If I hadn't had a good relationship with several tribes and used barbarians to control barbarians, how could I suppress one clan by relying on a city alone? Then Ge Luolan's father is one of the largest tribes of the swampmen, and the clan leader of the Salou tribe, you provoked him for a moment. If the Salou tribe and Da Rui rebel, I don't know how much murder will cause. Can you bear such a great responsibility?"

Afterwards, he lowered his voice, his words were heavy, giving people a sense of heaviness.

After hearing this, Qiu Yan figured out the other party's thoughts, but couldn't control it.

"Forget it, although you need to experience ordinary things, there is no need to invest too much. Let's talk about your ideas so that it will be convenient for you to act in the future, huh?"

Qiu Yan was still thinking, a strange aura suddenly enveloped his body, and then the feeling of turning luck came!

"Good guy, what's going on? The luck is turning around?"

I was surprised, but Qiu Yan was not panicked. A knot rope flew out of the black hole of the soul, releasing a breath of stability—

Li Gua 62: Huang Li, Yuan Ji.

As soon as the auspicious hexagram came out, the flipped energy stagnated, but the aftermath emanated, affecting Song Yuan and Zhao Bingcheng, which made Qiu Yan realize it.

"As soon as my luck changes, I will offend the powerful and let them develop. If I suffer unrestrained disasters, I must stop this trend!"

Song Yuan and Zhao Bingcheng were suddenly restless and angry, and their hearts were filled with namelessness. The eyes of Qiu Yan were mixed with a little anger.

"The two of them have been affected. It's so strange. I have no restrictions on others. Otherwise, I will not be able to escape the investigation of the gods. Why was my luck reversed? Where did this plot come from?"

The figure of the Taoist priest just now flashed through his heart, but now it is not the time to investigate deeply. The most urgent task is to stop the aftermath of the reversal of luck, and to try not to find any traces to prevent the emergence of external troubles.

As soon as he thought of this, Qiu Yan continued to Song Yuan's words and said, "I have never heard of someone who would hurt the branches to protect the leaves. Although the swamp people are a big problem, Da Rui was able to stand firm and suppress them because of the millions of powerful troops. Now the Jiedushi has a military force to maintain stability in the southwest. It is not because of his friendship with the swamp people, but because of his soldiers and generals."

When Qiu Yan spoke, he always looked straight at Song Yuan, his eyes firm, and he was not affected by pressure at all: "The prince of the swamp is arrogant and hurts the generals under the commander, and the cold is the hearts of the Wuxin army soldiers. The swamp is the leaves and Wuxin soldiers are the branches. Which one is more important? I believe that the Jiedushi is much clearer than the late-sen."

The saying of "hiding the leaves and hurting the branches" is not fabricated by Qiu Yan, but the words of the wise men. The whole sentence is "I am in trouble with China to serve the barbarians. I shelter the leaves and hurting the branches."

As soon as the words of the wise man came out, he mobilized a trace of order that had been reincarnated in the world for thousands of years, dispelling the aftermath of the fortune inspired by Taoism.

"Oh?" When Zhao Bingcheng heard this, his eyebrows moved slightly, as if he was touched.

"What you said seems reasonable, but it is just a blank word. I have been in charge of southern Xinjiang for decades. How can I not know the truth? I trained soldiers day and night, and with a command, the three armies served me to achieve the current situation, maintain balance, and restrain the people in the swamp. You cannot hurry and advance slowly, and you cannot be neglected at all." Song Yuan continued, as if he was talking to Qiu Yan about the past and the present, but his anger became stronger and stronger in his eyes.

Qiu Yan did not refute it, but said: "It is not a habit for the swamp to be invaded. However, because the five streams are barren, although there are yams and animal skins, there is no food and grass. The swamp does not do production and only knows robbery. This is the root of disaster. The warehouse is solid and knows etiquette. It is not to use etiquette to educate the world, but after educating, everyone works and pays it will be rewarded. When life is free, there will naturally be etiquette and the world will be governed."

The warehouse is solid and knows etiquette. It is another widely circulated saying of a sage. It mobilizes more invisible order and eventually completely dispels the aftermath of luck.

Seeing this, Qiu Yan sighed secretly and became angry. He was targeting the plotter. If he had not made a quick decision, he would have responded to the words of criticism and would have caused trouble.

"Is Ma Yang teaching you what you said?"

At this time, Zhao Bingcheng's voice came from the head of the head. The Shu scholar finally couldn't help but speak, and a look of surprise appeared on his face: "Didn't Ma Yang advocate the historian's style? Everything must be compared with the ancients, thinking that if everything is back, the world can be ruled. How could there be such a statement?"

Hearing this, Qiu Yan stood up and bowed to Zhao Bingcheng as a courtesy: "The historians of Ma Lao Prime Minister Ma have benefited a lot from late students. If it weren't for the improvement of their horizons, how could they understand this truth from the book?"

"That means, is this the truth you have learned by yourself?" Zhao Bingcheng's face increased instead of reducing, his eyes lit up, and he asked afterwards.

"I know your wealth and background. I have studied with Mayang for two years, but I have not become a disciple. Since you can understand this principle, it means that you are not studying hard, good! Good! Good!"

Qiu Yan's eyelids twitched, feeling that Zhao Bingcheng's transformation was abrupt. He just said a few words. Even though his intentions were novel, it would not make a great scholar so excited.

If something goes wrong, there will be a demon.

On the other hand, Zhao Bingcheng called out three good words in a row, but Song Yuan frowned. He wanted to scold Qiu Yan and beat him a little, but after Zhao Bingcheng praised him, Song Yuan wanted to say something serious later, which was obviously inappropriate, but the nameless fire in his heart disappeared.

Zhao Bingcheng also realized this and smiled at Song Yuan, saying, "I have seen the swamp Xiao Wang, who is rebellious, but I still understand the truth. Qian'er just happened to hold a literary meeting tonight. Why not invite the little Wang to come and let me be a peace dealer, and let me eliminate my grudges with a smile."

"Sir, since I have this intention, what else can I say, but I just let this kid get confused." Song Yuan pointed at Qiu Yan, and there was a little smell of elders facing younger generations in his words, which made Qiu Yan even more unable to understand the other party's plans.

But before he could think deeply, he was interrupted by a series of questions from Zhao Bingcheng.

"The inspiration you get from Ma Yang's theory shows that you have disagreements with Ma Yang's claims. You might as well say it out and let me listen, maybe I can give you some advice."

When Zhao Bingcheng spoke, his turbid old eyes showed an urgent intention, and his whole body was filled with excitement.

Seeing this situation, Qiu Yan couldn't guess the reason.

"It turns out that this old scholar and the old prime minister had an academic dispute. I found a clue from my words, and then I spoke to help. He said it well, not to praise me, but to feel that he had captured the pain of the old prime minister."

As he thought about it, the old and the young started chatting, but Qiu Yan spoke, let go of his perception and investigated in a hidden way.

Time passed, and by the time Qiu Yan returned to the inn, it was already late.

However, as he stepped into the inn, the two Confucian scholars not far away widened their eyes and looked like a ghost on their faces. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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