Just after Fang Guang's speech, there were already many students in Canglu who had written down Lu Su's three words.
Behind Fang Guang, the craftsman arranged the characters skillfully, and within a moment, Lu Su's words were printed on the white paper.
Behind Fang Guang, Lu Zijing's eyes widened. He saw neatly arranged plaster zigzags tightly adhered to the iron plate. He was still ashamed that he had wasted a valuable piece of iron with just a few words.
But Fang Guang took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and gave it to the craftsman. The craftsman opened the bottle cap and poured the potion on the clay characters.
The burnt red characters on the chassis were affected by the potion. The craftsman touched the wooden shovel at will, and the tightly connected character blocks were shoveled off the iron plate.
"What is this? It can actually block fire and mud. Datong, is this your knowledge? Is it really not the Yellow Turban technique?"
When his younger brother Ma Su's temper was revealed by Fang Guang, Ma Liang went from despising Fang Guang to becoming suspicious. He secretly looked at the prefect of Dongjun and even became a little frightened.
At this time, in a hurry, he said something psychological. His face was instantly flushed, and his white eyebrows were trembling. It was obvious that he was very nervous.
"But the medicinal pulp made from rosin, beeswax, and paper ash is not the Yellow Turban Talisman Water. Ji Chang doesn't have to doubt it. This medicinal pulp soaks the characters and isolates the fire clay. It is very useful. I got it by chance."
Fang Guang explained with a smile. In Ma Liang's mind, his eyes were wide, but there was an even more mysterious veil.
Can you believe it by chance? Only a ghost can believe it. The bamboo carts everywhere in Dongjun, the strange and sharp farm tools, and the huge crossbow machine on Dong'a City are all obtained by chance?
The Datong in front of me must be the direct disciple of Zhang Jiao, a member of the Yellow Turban lineage!
In his life, Ma Liang believed most in strange powers and chaos. Unlike his friend Lu Su, who regarded Fang Guang as a genius, in his heart, he regarded Fang Guang more as a god or ghost.
The craftsman sent the printed three sentences of Lu Su to Ma Liang and Lu Su. The two saw the white jade-like paper in front of them. The words were clearly written in ink and accompanied by the fragrant fragrance of bamboo. Although in front of thousands of people, the most scholar
The quiet air of love also rushes towards my face.
Jiangdong and Fang Guangrenjie looked at each other and saw the deep respect in each other's eyes. Naturally, there was also fear in Ma Liang's eyes!
"May I ask Mr. Datong, how many words can be printed on white paper at most with this technique?"
"How many characters? It depends on the size of the clay characters. It can be as many as 500 characters. It's not difficult to figure it out!"
"Okay, Wu Zi's plan for the art of war has exactly a few hundred soldiers. I am not good at horsemanship. I would like to ask Mr. Sheriff to print the art of war on white paper. It will be an eye-catcher for thousands of generals in the world!"
"Wu Qiru surrendered and used a military plane to meet Marquis Wei Wen..."
"If you obey the heavens, you can cause disasters!"
In Mancang Luzhong, under Ma Liang's great reputation, he recited the first chapter of Wu Zi's Art of War in the Warring States, word for word.
Behind Fang Guang, Shi Tao, with a smile on his face, read out Ma Liang's recited words word for word.
Behind him, there were already students under his command, directing the craftsmen and arranging the characters.
There are three chapters: Charting the Country, Predicting the Enemy, and Managing the Army, with just over 400 words. Ma Liang recited it without any mistakes. The craftsmen behind Fang Guang arranged the characters without any mistakes!
After only three moments, Ma Liang recited three chapters, and the last sentence came out. On the iron plate, the characters were already arranged.
Fang Guang looked at the white eyebrows in front of him who memorized by rote, and he felt a little admiration in his heart. More importantly, he sighed that it was really rare for people in Majiapuzi to memorize by rote.
His younger brother, Ma Su, memorized the book of war, "Forming a Camp in the Mountains," while his eldest brother devoured the forty-eight chapters of "The Art of War of Wu Zi" without missing a word.
Ma Liang, a white-browed man, spat out three military statements in one breath, his face turned red. Only then did he recover from his anger, and the white paper was already placed in front of him.
In the first three chapters of Wu Zi’s Art of War, not even a single word is missing!
In the past, ancient military strategies, which were taught and passed on by teachers in private schools, became readily available in Mancanglu.