Xu Qian turned her head and saw a pair of sparkling peach blossom eyes, charming, beautiful and fascinating eyes.

Eyes are the windows to the soul, and they are also the most important part of the facial features. Women who can make people forget about ordinary things usually have a pair of eyes that are overflowing with aura.

Lin'an has a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, but when she stares at you, her eyes will become misty, making her extra charming and affectionate.

But when such a pair of eyes looks at you, you won't be able to bear to tease her, and you will be willing to cut out your heart and give it to her.

Xu Qian, who originally planned to tease her, changed his mind and chuckled softly: "No, I wrote the military book and it has nothing to do with Duke Wei."

Diao Cai smiled in surprise. She received a satisfactory agreement and was extremely satisfied.

"Then why did you lie to Huaiqing?"

Lin'an jumped briskly, her red dress billowing like waves of fire.

"Because His Highness Huaiqing is overconfident, it is difficult to overturn and change what she believes in, and I have not shown any knowledge in the art of war before. It is actually reasonable for her to think that the book of war was written by Duke Wei."

Xu Qian explained.

"Actually, she still doesn't believe you, but I believe you very much. I believe whatever I say." Lin'an hummed proudly.

Innocence also has its advantages... Xu Qianxin said.

If she meets a good man like him, the innocent girl will be happy. But if she meets a scumbag, the innocent girl's heart will be played by the scumbag.

Xu Qian never plays with a girl's heart, he prefers a girl's body.

Before leaving the imperial city, Xu Qian looked back and glanced deeper into the palace.

If there really is a secret passage from the outside world leading to the palace, where would it be?

Master Hengyuan discovered some secret again, forcing Emperor Yuan Jing to go to war and send people to arrest him.

........

On the stage outside the Imperial Academy, a scholar in Confucian robes stood on the stage, vividly and vividly spreading what he had learned at the cultural meeting.

"The barbarian named Pei Manxilou was really knowledgeable. He was not weak in talking about astronomy, geography, classics, meanings and policies with the nobles of the Hanlin Academy. When the nobles of the Hanlin Academy were at a loss what to do, Zhang Shen and Zhang Jinyan, the great scholars of Yunlu Academy, came to

Already......"

Under the stage, a group of common people listened with great interest. At this time, they finally breathed a sigh of relief and laughed one after another:

"The great scholar from Yunlu Academy is here, isn't it a sure thing, and the barbarians can no longer be arrogant?"

"Yes, who doesn't know that the Confucian scholar at Yunlu Academy is as high as the Star Observation Tower?"

The scholar in Confucian robes on the stage shook his head and said helplessly: "No, the scholar Zhang Shen from Yunlu Academy also lost. Who would have thought that the barbarian took out a book of war, and after seeing the scholar Zhang Shen, he was willing to lose."

The people in the audience were shocked, angry and in an uproar.

"Even the great scholars from Yunlu Academy lost?"

"Did we really lose to the barbarians? Damn it, all Dafeng scholars are useless."

"I'm so angry. It's even more annoying than last year's Buddhist mission."

The people in the market scolded him without any scruples.

The students on the stage pressed their hands and said, "Please be patient, if we lose the literary conference, why would I be standing here?"

After hearing this, the people gathered around not only did not remain silent, but instead started shouting louder and louder.

"Speak quickly, speak quickly, don't be shy."

"All the great scholars from Yunlu Academy lost, so who defeated the barbarian?"

The Imperial Academy student smiled and said: "Don't worry, listen to me. At this time, a young adult from the Hanlin Academy stood up and said that he wanted to discuss the art of war with Pei Manxilou. This young adult's name was Xu Xinnian, and he was Xu Yinluo.

My cousin......"

He described vividly how Xu New Year took out the military book and how he impressed Pei Manxilou.

After hearing this, the people around him cheered excitedly, praising the tiger brother and the dog brother, saying that the Xu family brothers are both outstanding people.

The Imperial Academy student deliberately paused and looked at the people praising the New Year with amusement. When it was almost over, he changed the subject and said loudly: "Do you know who wrote the Art of War?"

The people stopped and looked at him blankly.

A student of the Imperial College said loudly: "This is Xu Yinluo, Xu Yinluo, the chief poet of our Dafeng School."

The faces were full of astonishment, which soon turned into excitement and ecstasy.

Thanks to the lavish praise and publicity given to Xu Qi'an by the students of the Imperial Academy, the news that Xu Qi'an's military book convinced the barbarians quickly swept the capital.

The common people in the city did not care about Pei Manxilou's knowledge. They only knew that this barbarian had been extremely arrogant in recent days, even losing the Imperial Academy.

They originally expected the great scholar from Yunlu Academy to come forward and dampen the barbarian's arrogance, but the news came that the great scholar from Yunlu Academy also lost.

Those who heard the news were shocked and angry, feeling sad for his misfortune and angry for not arguing. But in the next second, almost unanimously, they turned from anger to joy. Xu Yinluo asked his cousin to take action on his behalf, took out a book of war, and instantly convinced the barbarian.

Xu Yinluo's legendary experience has added another dimension.

The storyteller was so impressed that they finally had a new theme. Although the people were very interested in the Buddhist battles and fending off eight thousand rebels and other deeds, they still listened to it countless times.

Now I can finally say something different.

...........

Not long after Xu Qi'an and Lin'an left, Huaiqing also followed him out of the imperial city, took an extremely luxurious and expensive carriage, and arrived at the Dagengren Yamen.

After the announcement, Huaiqing, who was dragging his skirt and looking elegant, met Wei Yuan on the seventh floor of Haoqi Building.

Wei Yuan stood in front of the Kanyu map, stared at it, without looking back, and said with a smile: "How come your highness has the leisure to come to my place?"

Huaiqing bowed. In front of Wei Yuan, she always regarded herself as a junior and never pretended to be a princess.

"I'm here to ask for a book." Her voice was cold.

Wei Yuan returned to the desk, picked up his pen, and said, "I will give the princess a handwritten letter. If you need any book, just go to the desk and get it."

Huaiqing shook his head, his eyes bright and full of hope: "I want to read that book on war. Wei Gong, you are proficient in the art of war, but you have never had a book circulated. It is really a pity. Now that your book on war has come out, it is a great tribute.

fortunate."

Wei Yuan slowly shook his head and said gently: "That military book is not mine."

No? Huaiqing's face suddenly froze, and her eyes were slightly glazed over as she looked at Wei Yuan. After a few seconds, her pupils returned to focus, and her inner emotions reacted like a tidal wave.

The Art of War was really written by Xu Qian. He was so proficient in the art of war. Why had he never mentioned it before and hid it so deeply...

She was shocked and a little resentful. Xu Qi'an deliberately refused to explain and deliberately made her embarrassed in front of Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan smiled and said: "To be honest, I almost want to take him to the battlefield. Such a genius has been tempered for several years, and Dafeng has produced another handsome talent."

Huaiqing calmed down his emotions and said with a smile: "Just take it secretly."

Wei Yuan lowered his eyes and said softly: "I won't take it anymore."

............

Si Tianjian, Bagua Terrace.

Jian Zheng sat on the east side, and Yang Qianhuan sat on the west side. The master and the disciple were back to back, without hugging each other.

"Yes, you have already mastered the formations that you should master. In three years at most, you can try to be promoted to Tianji Master." Jian Zheng nodded slightly and said with a smile.

"What are the requirements for promotion to Tianji Master?" Yang Qianhuan asked with great interest.

He had been in the fourth-level realm for five years, and it was really time for him to take a step further. He had never succeeded in imitating Xu Qian, which made Yang Qianhuan understand a truth.

Mortals have their limits. If you want to surpass Xu Qi'an, you can't be a mortal.

"Observe the stars for three years. If you have some enlightenment, you will create a formation and cover yourself for three years." Jian Zheng said slowly.

"You can't go out or see people for six years?"

"Six years is the fastest speed. If you don't have enough understanding, you may not be promoted even after six years and six years, even if you have a long life." Jian Zheng took a sip of wine and said with emotion:

"How can it be so simple to transcend mortals?"

Yang Qianhuan said firmly: "Teacher, I just want to be a mortal, a master of heaven, no matter what!"

Jian Zheng stopped talking to him.

At this time, light footsteps came up the stairs, and the oval-faced beauty in a yellow dress stepped onto the Bagua stage and said hurriedly:

"Senior Brother Yang, the literary meeting is over, we Da Feng have won."

Yang Qianhuan said calmly: "Junior Sister Caiwei, I'm not interested in boring gatherings of scholars."

Chu Caiwei blinked: "Xu Qi'an also took action."

Yang Qianhuan appeared in front of Chu Caiwei in a flash, staring at her with the back of his head burning:

"Xu Qi'an took action? Did he recite a poem? Haha, it's really enviable. However, in this literary competition about the art of war, he was just a supporting role. He forced himself to recite poems to show his presence. In my opinion,

It's a small path. Xu Qian has already fallen."

Aren't you the one who forcibly recited poems to show your presence... Chu Caiwei complained crazily in her heart and hummed:

"Xu Qi'an didn't read a poem, he didn't even appear."

Yang Qianhuan said "hmm" to express doubts.
To be continued...