Chapter 657: Marquis Zhuge Wu, the crown of strategy (6,000 words in two)
"Please, please drink tea..."
The water ghost's body was slightly stiff when she served the tea. She didn't talk about it, and she didn't go to get the happy water. The painter buried herself in the sofa with vodka and didn't dare to look up. Her personality is like that of most people who are immersed in their own world.
, the louder you usually talk, the more cowardly you will be when something really happens.
On the Internet I am aggressive, but in reality I am introverted and shy.
Thinking about what I just said, I wanted to jump off the building on the spot.
However, maybe Wu Hou didn’t know about women’s cross-dressing and so on...
Immediately I remembered that this immortal-like mastermind had personally given women's clothing to Sima Yi, the unparalleled military strategist at that time.
Hope shattered.
Sorry, I am not only good at playing, but also have a great time.
The vodka lady hugged the pillow harder.
Let me die, now...
Old Professor Dong Yuefeng was as excited as a student.
The cause of all this is the young military counselor sitting on the sofa.
One relies on oneself.
A man who abruptly added the legendary buff of years to the surname Zhuge.
As a result, when meeting a person with the compound surname Zhuge in reality, the first reaction is that this person should be good at studies and have a good brain. The last person to give such a time buff to his descendants was the Xuanyuan family. One of these two names gives people resourcefulness, and the other
It gives people a sense of confusion and heaviness.
Dong Yuefeng was still inexplicably excited: "Marquis Zhuge Wu?"
The young mastermind smiled and nodded, with a gentle attitude.
The old man asked many questions in succession and got the answers he wanted. However, Wei Yuan, as a witness of that era, could tell that the young mastermind's answers were sincere and that the old man had gained something and was emotionally satisfied.
But A Liang didn't say a word that he didn't want to say.
Finally, the white-haired old man couldn't help but said: "This is Wu Hou."
"Can you sign it for me?"
"sign?"
The young man said: "It doesn't matter, it's just like showing words, but it makes people laugh."
Jot down a line of prayer text.
Dong Yuefeng's mouth twitched when he heard the elegant conspirator in front of him saying that he was not good at writing.
There are not many written works by Zhuge Liang in history, they are like dragon scales and phoenix claws.
For example, "Yuan She Tie" is a family letter written by Zhuge Liang casually, as for its status in history.
Copied by Wang Xizhi.
It was collected by Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty.
Yes, you are not good at it.
That is to say, it was later copied and studied by Wang Xizhi and treasured by Song Huizong.
These two are enough.
Wang Xizhi of the Jin Dynasty and Huizong of the Song Dynasty were far from the time when "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" came out. Many people in later generations said that it was because of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms that Zhuge Liang became a myth. In the field of art, China has been vast for thousands of years, and no one is higher than Wang Xizhi.
With his arrogant character, he would copy the letters home written by the prime minister of the enemy country after returning from victory.
All we can say is that the words in this family letter struck a chord with Wang Xizhi, no, they struck a chord.
Zhuge Liang, the man from Ji Han who almost beat up Sima Yi, was 100% taboo in the Sima family's dynasty.
Sure enough, it is cursive script. Dong Yuefeng sighed. After all, Zhuge Liang's cursive script was considered the best cursive script in Shu by "Xuanhe Shupu". "You really like cursive script." The young man said casually: "Yes, because it is faster and more economical to write."
time."
Dong Yuefeng's mouth twitched.
The old professor felt that he had been unintentionally sunk by his genius.
He sighed with emotion: "However, it is a bit of a waste if you don't write more articles with such a good writing." The young mastermind shook his head and said in a gentle voice: "Although Liang is a Confucianist, Confucian scholars also have their share.
The Confucianism of a gentleman and the Confucianism of a villain."
"A person who specializes in calligraphy and calligraphy, who writes poems when he is young, and who has a bright head and poor scriptures, is just a Confucian scholar of a villain."
"Although I may write a thousand words in my writing, I will not have a single strategy in mind, and they will be useless."
"As for those who only know how to pick up chapters and sentences, and form cliques, they are just the rotten scholars of the world and the worms of the country. How can they build a country? They are just between pens and inkstones, counting black and white, dancing with ink, and attacking each other.
What's the use of claiming to be noble but actually doing nothing?"
The young strategist obviously didn't like this.
He said it very gently, but Wei Yuan, who was familiar with him, could almost see that the young mastermind had the word "waste" written on his face. He said:
"Only those who have the mind to help the universe can be talented."
"It is the Confucianism of a gentleman who is worthy of his time, who will leave his name to future generations, who upholds what is right and what is wrong, and who protects his family and country."
The voice paused, smiled casually, and said: "Of course, Liang Guan is in a prosperous age now."
"This is just to express your own thoughts, but it is not a big deal. You are all friends of Yuan, so you are just talking about it to attract others..."
Of course Dong Yuefeng knew the nature of the young man in front of him. After all, history has written a lot about it.
However, it is really Zhuge Wuhou.
First he was the real First Emperor, and then he was the real Zhuge Wuhou. I really couldn’t believe it.
Dong Yuefeng looked at Wei Yuan and said with emotion: "Now that I think about it, it's incredible. The time I met you, the owner of the museum, has been more exciting than what I have experienced in most of my life." The old man sighed, and the water ghost pondered, and suddenly said:
"However, Prime Minister Zhuge, although you say so, your article is also in the textbook."
"article?"
The young mastermind was stunned for a moment.
Binghun nodded repeatedly and said: "Yes, let's go out."
"And the Book of Commandments."
He said: "Without learning, one cannot develop talents; without ambition, one cannot achieve learning."
The water ghost nodded and said: "Quietness cultivates one's character, frugality cultivates virtue."
"Without indifference, you will not be able to clarify your ambitions, and without being tranquil, you will not be able to reach far. These are the must-haves in the high school corridor."
The old professor stroked his beard and said: "The years go by with the times, and the thoughts go with the days."
Ask, when you wake up from a long sleep, a bunch of people you don’t know read loudly and enthusiastically in front of you the letter and diary you wrote to your son. How do you feel? By the way, these people
Let me tell you, things like your own will have become a required course in private schools.
Dear, your diary is known to the whole world.
The expression on the young mastermind's face solidified.
Wei Yuan, who is familiar with him, said that this represents a huge impact on A Liang's heart.
Translate the current micro-expression.
No, are you descendants so outrageous?!
You read everything I wrote to my son?!
This thing is equivalent to my will, okay?!
Modern people have no morals!
Wei Yuan coughed, stopped everyone's movements, and said: "This is what A Liang wrote for his children. I know you are very surprised, but it is still a little inappropriate." Only then did everyone realize that they were in joy.
Having behaved inappropriately, Wei Yuan looked at A Liang over there.
I originally wanted to recite it jokingly: "Stay away now. I am crying and don't know what to say."
But he stopped his temperament.
I don’t want A Liang to think of those unhappy things in the past.
When Mr. Dong left, everyone dispersed.
He just stretched out his hand and put it on the young master's head, rubbed it, and said, "What should you eat today?"
A Liang said casually: "Just the same as before."
Wei Yuan was full of confidence. With all the delicious food and drinks available now, he couldn't hold A Liang down. Even if you were Zhuge Wuhou, you had to hold him down. He was more motivated than ever before. Suddenly, he was so motivated.
And thinking that A Liang still had to go through some necessary procedures to come to the modern age, he paused and said:
"By the way, what about household registration?"
Wei Yuan explained a little bit.
"The one who manages household statistics?"
A Liang said: "Just move into your house first. This house is quite big."
The young mastermind shrugged his shoulders and said without any politeness: "The side room is mine."
"It's up to you. I'll buy the instruments, pens and the like later."
"Of course, I think you are a little worried here. Is it the talisman? I used it first..."
The young mastermind picked up all the things without any courtesy, paused, and said, "Then, let's talk about the trouble." The expression on Wei Yuan's face froze for a moment, and the young man held some daily necessities in his arms.
He said casually: "You can easily let me, a gangster of this era, enter your home."
"It's through formal channels again, huh..."
"You are willing to let me come back because you miss me, but if this era and the court want me to come back, there is only one explanation. This era needs me, and the era of Zhuge Kongming is the only one that must be...
A huge reversal with strong support..."
The young mastermind's voice was so calm and sure that Wei Yuan could no longer pretend.
Wei Yuan opened his mouth.
A Liang shrugged and said: "Do you want to ask, why do I know it is the formal way? Why can't it be your own way?"
He pointed at the face of the museum owner, curled up the corner of his mouth, and said:
"Your expression is really easy to see through."
"Everything is written on my face. I can't pretend to ignore it even if I want to."
Wei Yuan: “…………”
Why does this sentence sound so familiar?
A Liang hugged the quilt, which was soft, and then threw it hard to let you go. The quilt flew directly and was still on the bed. Unfortunately, geniuses don't like to clean the house. Because A Yuan is here, there is no need.
At least I am too lazy to pretend in front of Wei Yuan who I grew up with.
Material and spiritual influences interact with each other, and A Liang, who appears in a young body, exists through experience.
But my personal personality will be more inclined to the high-spirited world Wolong in Nanyang.
When facing the same situation, the strategies adopted will also have different tendencies due to different personal preferences. He shook hands and said: "It's better to be young. I'm afraid the final shape of that formation will be
According to what you said, it seems that you are still unwilling to let me go out."
"It's been eighteen hundred years, do you still want to go back to the day I left Nanyang?"
The young military advisor raised his eyes with a smile on his lips.
His face was full of ridicule.
Wei Yuan hit the god of war with a backhand, and the pillow hit his head directly. He groaned and lay on the bed. He leaned back and bulged. Why was he so strong? His head was tilted back along the corner of the bed, and his bangs were scattered. The sun
Warm and true, just like Nanyang, whispering to itself.
"...actually, I'm really back."
Wei Yuan confirmed that the person who came back was the most solid person in his youth, A Liang.
In other words, the character traits displayed tend to be more inclined to that point in time. This is actually scary, because the experience of this guy in the next few decades is also real, and coupled with the biggest growth characteristics when he was young, he is probably not the same now.
In the true sense of prosperity, he can still become stronger.
Material flows and develops. If we think that the limits of Zhuge Wuhou are only recorded in history.
It is the mistake of looking at the world with a worldview that does not change.
Wei Yuan looked at the other people around him and talked about Gonggong and Dahuang.
Then we went up to Longhu Mountain overnight.
The Heavenly Master was in a low mood today. He invited Wei Yuan in calmly this time without any further teasing. Yes, he had completely seen Wei Yuan's performance today. This museum owner is actually a good person in essence.
He has a Yanhuang temperament and a backbone. Every time he went to Dragon Tiger in the past, the trouble he caused was a last resort.
You cannot carry with you past prejudices.
Really try to get to know the museum owner.
The old man smiled and said, "Why did you go up the mountain?"
Wei Yuan said: "Give my brother a registered permanent residence."
"Oh, it's a small matter. There is no need to come to Longhu Mountain for this matter. By the way, who is your brother?"
"Zhuge Liang."
The old Taoist priest's smile solidified: "Zhuge Liang? Oh, it is true that some people give their children these names, haha, you are quiet, it is really fashionable, ha, hahaha..."
His smile slowly disappeared: "Zhuge Liang?"
"Zhuge Liang."
"Marquis Wu?"
"Marquis Wu."
"The Patriarch of the Qimen Alchemists?"
"Master Patriarch."
"Does the household registration book need to be so solemn?"
"It's the reshaping of the body."
"…………"
That night, Longhu Mountain echoed with the roar of the Heavenly Master: "You, you, you, get out!!! You monster, I will chop you up!!"
Zhu Jiuyin once said that Wei Yuan always surprises people.
The old Heavenly Master also realized this. After changing his view on Mr. Wei, the man told the old man a truth with practical actions.
You are happy too early.
………………
jingle.
When Wei Yuan came back again, there was another page in the household registration book he transferred.
This is a sense of ritual.
But when he came back, he found that the painter who had just returned to society had recovered as before: "Ah, the Prime Minister didn't hear that at all. I thought what would happen." The Vodka Lady smiled with a smile on her face.
Wei Yuan was silent for a moment and said, "Did A Liang say he didn't hear it?"
"How is that possible?! How could I ask directly?"
The vodka lady said confidently: "Of course I saw it from the side. I tried it quietly several times and I definitely didn't hear it!"
No, if A Liang is willing, he can make you believe anything he says.
Let you respect him until you die.
If Ji Han hadn't asked him to support him in the later period, if he was in better health...
Wei Yuan nodded and bypassed the confident vodka lady.
The water ghost is trying the drink handed down by Marquis Wu, trying to incorporate the four images and five elements into it.
Even the atmosphere among the famous generals who had been tense just now calmed down.
Wei Yuan asked Binghun what had just happened.
Binghun said: "He doesn't seem to have done anything. I feel like it's because of his age. He just feels like a child." He grinned and said: "It seems to be very polite, and there is no special child. I
I feel good about him.”
Yuanjue laughed and said: "This new little benefactor talked about Buddhism. He seems to know the inheritance of White Horse Temple very well. When talking to him, I always feel that there is a lot of Zen in his words. He is a person who has really experienced the world."
The Zhuge Liang in everyone's words is different.
The only thing is that everyone has a good impression of Zhuge Liang, and when everyone's perception of Zhuge Liang is intertwined with each other, none of the characteristics are mutually exclusive, so instead they give people the feeling of being a real Marquis of Wu.
When Wei Yuan opened the door strangely, A Liang was playing on the computer.
The little shoe spirit in the red embroidered shoes is teaching him.
After the little shoe spirit went out, Wei Yuan said: "I see that just now Bai Qi, Xiang Yu and the others don't seem so nervous, or in other words, they don't reject you so much. What did you do?"
"It's just three games of chess."
In the few hours since Wei Yuan left Longhu, A Liang had already changed his clothes.
A modern stand-up collared shirt, a Confucian robe on the outside, and a pair of gold wire glasses. This outfit makes the water ghost look more elegant and scum. When you put it on A Liang, he looks much more refined and gentle when he smiles.
.
A Liang said: "Win the chess game with Bai Qi."
"The chess match with Xiang Hongyu was lost."
"When talking to General Zhang Liao, I just told him that Yunchang is in Shu now, so it is better to go see his old friend."
"That's it?"
The young man said casually: "That's it."
He saw Wei Yuan was confused and said:
"So Mr. Wu An knows my military strategy."
"King Chu Ba can breathe a sigh of relief, and both of them will be satisfied."
"General Zhang Liao attaches great importance to love and righteousness. Yun Chang and he share the same spirit. We are lonely in this world. Meeting old friends is always a good thing. I asked him to bring a souvenir to Shu, and he also accepted my affection..."
Wei Yuan was speechless and said: "I thought you were like them and would not be bound by rules."
The young man retorted with a smile:
“Isn’t the idea of not being bound by rules itself a rule?”
"Using righteousness and surprise, having everything under control, adapting to opportunities, unexpectedly, is a military strategist. And I am not good at scheming in the first place. I fight within the rules and draw my opponents into my rules for a head-on confrontation.
It’s pretty smooth.”
"Not good at uncanny planning?"
Wei Yuan's mouth twitched, wanting to beat this guy up.
The genius of Versailles is really unpleasant, but the most unpleasant thing is that for the genius among geniuses, this is the truth, but to Wei Yuan's ears, this is Versailles. He struck down hard with his sword without hesitation.
, the young mastermind subconsciously raised his hands and caught it with a snap.
The sleeves of the robe slipped off both arms.
He said angrily: "How old are you? Are you childish?"
He bent down and picked up the feather fan he had just thrown away.
Wouldn't you be quite happy if you weren't naive?
Wei Yuan slandered and said:
"But, A Liang, don't you like dealing with people? Why this time..."
He pointed out that everyone in the museum had their favorability level increased in almost three hours?
This is outrageous.
The young mastermind said calmly: "I really don't like dealing with mediocre people."
"But they're your friends, right?"
"I will also cherish the things you cherish. Isn't this a matter of course?"
Wei Yuan's expression was gentle.
A Liang patted his feather fan and opened it. This place was directly blocked by the extremely profound Qimen Dunjia. He said: "Okay, it just so happens that there are only two of us." He raised his feather fan, and his pupils were as quiet as an ocean.
With a smile, he said:
"It's also time for me to meet the former mastermind hidden in your soul, right?"
"!!!"
Wei Yuan's expression froze.
The waves in my heart are like the sea.
He didn't even have time to mention it. This was the biggest secret.
To be defeated so easily?!
A Liang said angrily: "You want to ask me again how I know?"
"Isn't this clear at a glance?"
"Can you see it clearly at a glance?"
The young strategist stretched out his finger: "First, my soul has disintegrated long ago, and the feather fan is just a beacon. Someone must have protected my broken true spirit in history; second, the current situation, except for the great wilderness and
Besides Gonggong, there are still some things that cannot be explained."
"What is the Great Wilderness waiting for? If the Kunlun Enlightened Beast is really interested in the human world, why doesn't it come in?"
"Gonggong is coming step by step, and its momentum is gradually increasing. It is both magnanimous and decoy. What is he thinking about? Combined with these, it is obvious that there are hidden forces that are beneficial to the human race, leading to this check and balance stalemate.
"
"This is also the reason why we can still maintain stability and there is no source of chaos."
"And you mentioned Hetu Luoshu. Since this thing is plotting secrets, then this person must have counter-balances. The strategy of hiding from the sky and crossing the sea requires working hard on things that are regarded as ordinary. Then, the place where he temporarily lives must be
It is the center of the whirlpool of events."
"And if I had to choose a place like this, there is only one place."
The feather fan in the young man's hand moved slightly, as if he had calmly trapped the turbulent waves of this era under the feather fan, and then the feather fan swept through the air and pointed at the center of Wei Yuan's eyebrows.
"here."
Those who plan to seize the world and attack Jiuzhou.
Zhuge Kongming.
The overall situation of the world, the only breaking point, is not obscured in his eyes.
For the first time, Wei Yuan truly felt some kind of silent oppression.
If you are against A Liang...
He thought about it and suddenly felt that if the young man in front of him was the enemy, it would be too scary. Faced with such a situation, perhaps Sima Yi's choice was the only one, and he could only hold on.
In history, apart from Sima Yi, Cao Wei was not without fierce men. Those who dared to confront Zhuge Wuhou were basically gone. Even Zhang He was killed in battle. Even if he gave away women's clothes, he would not go out, which was the only way to survive.
"As for why he is the mastermind."
The young man complained unceremoniously: "If it weren't for the mastermind, I suspect that this situation would have been in chaos long ago and relied on heroes from all walks of life to grind it out. Where can there be such a peaceful and prosperous age? I guess it is.
A person with sufficient strength and strategy can support the sky with one hand."
"After all, Ayuan, you have no brain."
Wei Yuan: “…………”
What should I do if my child is too naughty?!
It must be owed.
No matter how smart he is in the world, beat him if he deserves it!
Wei Yuan directly started to rub this guy's black hair until it became frizzy, and then took A Liang's true spirit to the lucid dream between his eyebrows. In the dream, the gray-robed man's eyes were pale and solemn.
The two of them bowed, and the man in gray robe picked up the teacup with a low voice.
"Zhulong, Zhujiuyin."
The young mastermind smiled calmly and wore a feather fan and silk scarf.
"Zhuge, Kongming."
PS: Today’s second update… six thousand words in one~