Feng Yong looked down at the greeting card in his hand again, carefully counted the number of words on it, and made an estimate.
I feel that these ten or so words, if added with names and honorifics, would not be able to fully express when, where, and how we met.
So he hatched a plan in his mind.
"Muzhi, come here."
Feng Yong greeted.
"What orders does the mountain chief have?"
Zhang Muzhi came up to him and made a gesture of obedience.
"When you write a reply to me, just write four words: We are waiting for you. Remember, you have to write it in pinyin, no words needed."
If you bully me for being illiterate, I will act like a hooligan to you.
If you have the skills, can you also understand my reply?
When his slave sent Feng Yong's reply to him, the Korean medical worker frowned when he opened it and saw the ghostly characters.
"What kind of writing is this?"
He handed the reply to the wolf slave, "Wolf slave, take a look at it, do you have any impression of this kind of writing?"
The wolf slave just glanced at it and sent the reply back respectfully with both hands: "How can a villain know something that the master cannot understand?"
The Korean medical worker nodded, as if he had thought of something, and his face was not angry but happy: "Although I don't understand, there is no doubt that Feng Langjun came from a hidden world."
"This Feng Langjun's school must have a very deep connection, otherwise how could he have such writing that has long been lost in the world?"
Hearing what Han Medical Engineer said, the wolf slave asked carefully: "Master, what do you mean, Feng Langjun studied under the ancient master's sect?"
The Korean medical worker brushed his beard and said slowly: "If it weren't for the ancient masters, how could there be such writing?"
"Master, there are many capable people in the ancient master sect, please don't offend them lightly!"
The wolf slave reminded.
"Our Han family has its own ancestral traditions. Since I am a member of the Han family, how can I shrink back because the other party is an ancient master?"
Han Qiu looked determined.
Feng Yong stood in the camp, looking at the motionless Hu Qi camp opposite with a telescope worth half a million yuan from time to time, and looking at the sky from time to time.
Being able to delay time is something he is very happy to see.
After a while, I saw a few people coming out from the opposite side and spreading blankets in the middle of the two armies.
Then someone else carried out two tables and placed them on the blanket. The people who followed placed some food and utensils on the tables.
After everything was arranged, everyone retreated.
Another person was sent from the opposite side: "Feng Langjun, my master invites Langjun to come and have a talk."
After saying that, he spurred his horse and ran away.
Feng Yong held up his binoculars and saw a man and a horse coming out from the opposite side. He walked to the table and knelt down, as if waiting for him to go.
He pulled the telescope to its longest position and looked carefully over and over again.
After finding that there were indeed no other traps, he ordered: "Bring my horse here."
"Chief of the Mountain!"
"Junhou!"
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This time, not only Zhang Muzhi, but also Bu Qu was discouraged.
"Don't be afraid." Feng Yong shook his head. "If the other party really wants to take my life, they should let the cavalry charge directly to kill them. Instead of setting up a banquet between the two armies and letting only one person wait for me to go."
You can see clearly through the telescope, but there is an old man in a loose robe and without any weapons. What should you be afraid of?
Is everyone Mr. Zhao?
Besides, if Mr. Zhao doesn't use weapons and fights hand-to-hand with him while wearing a wide robe, he may not be able to defeat him in a short while.
Now, at this time, you can delay as long as you can, which is exactly what you want.
Feng Tubiao said he liked the opponent's typical villain procrastination style.
He touched his body and felt the layer of fine chain mail in his military uniform, which made him feel at ease.
He got on his horse, pinched the horse's belly, and rushed forward.
"Hush!"
Three hundred steps is only a short distance for a horseman.
"Han Qiu has heard about Feng Langjun for a long time, and I'm so lucky to finally meet him today."
When Feng Yong got off his horse, the Korean medical worker who had been waiting there stood up and saluted him.
Naturally, Feng Tibi was not afraid of a bad old man. He bowed his hands to Han Qiu and said, "Feng Yong came here at the invitation. I wonder what the elders have to say?"
"Feng Langjun, please take a seat first."
Han Qiu didn't have a trace of arrogance, nor did he have the airs of an elder.
On the contrary, he looked solemn, as if he was entertaining distinguished guests.
When Feng Yong saw him like this, he felt even more suspicious.
It's just that the other party is so polite, so naturally it's hard for me to say anything.
He took off the bed from the back of the saddle, strode to the table, spread out the bed, and sat down on it. He had not knelt down in the past few years.
Besides, who knows how long this conversation will take? It would be embarrassing to kneel until my legs are numb and unable to get up.
However, Han Qiu's eyes flashed when he saw Feng Yong's action, "Feng Langjun also likes foreign things?"
After hearing this, Feng Yong curled his lips secretly, "What do you care about me?"
I was thinking this in my heart, but I wanted to say it more loftily.
"I, Feng Yong, don't care whether it's for people or things. I always only look at whether it's useful to me, not whether I'm a Han or a Hu."
"Wonderful!" When Han Qiu heard Feng Yong's words, his eyes burst out with light.
I heard him slap the table, cheer loudly, and then poured a glass of wine, "Feng Langjun's words have deeply touched my heart, so I will do it first as a token of respect."
After saying that, he raised his neck and drank.
Both of them had the same things on their desks.
There is meat, wine, papaya and oranges.
Feng Yong sat still, feeling that this person was mentally ill.
I don't know where this sentence hit his g-spot, making him so excited.
And if you ask me to do it, I will do it? How shameless would I be?
What if it’s poisonous?
He reached for an orange, peeled it open and ate it.
Han Qiu looked at Feng Yong eating and his juices were splashing everywhere. He just thought that he was letting nature go, and then asked: "Feng Langjun, isn't he curious why I invited you to come and talk about it?"
"I do not know you."
Feng Yong chewed a piece of orange flesh. This orange tasted good.
"You invited me to a banquet, but you didn't invite me to guess riddles."
Han Qiu laughed and said, "Feng Langjun's words are quite straightforward, so if I try to cover them up, it would be a loss of grace."
"Then I will directly explain my purpose of coming. This time, I actually want to ask Feng Langjun something and borrow something from Feng Langjun."
Feng Yong was shocked when he heard this.
In "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", Cao Ah Man also said this to his grain and grass officer.
Before he could swallow the orange, he subconsciously touched his neck and flatly refused: "You can ask me questions, but I won't lend you anything!"
Although Han Qiu had expected that he would not be able to borrow things easily, he did not expect Feng Yong to answer like this. He was choked immediately.
How to answer this question?
If I ask about something directly, I always feel that I have promised the other party not to borrow anything.
If you don't ask about things, how can you ask to borrow something later?
"Mr. Feng, please don't say it so eloquently."
Han Qiu felt that he had been cultivating his energy for many years, but his mood was disturbed by the other party's few words, and he was a little surprised at the moment.
This person seems to be young, but he is very capable of controlling people's hearts. He can actually take the initiative to speak without even realizing it.
"Actually, I don't want to be an enemy of Feng Langjun. Otherwise, Feng Langjun thinks that with the more than two hundred people you have now, you may be able to stop the thousand fine cavalry behind me?"
There was no change of color on Feng Yong's face, and he peeled off another orange nonchalantly, "You'll know if you can stop it or not."
He stuffed a piece of orange into his mouth and said, "What you said reminds me. Who are you, and how can you make Xianbei barbarians use you?"
Facing the Jingqi three hundred steps away, he gritted his teeth and said, "A few days ago, I have been trying to conquer the Xianbei Bald Tribe, but I didn't expect that they actually betrayed me in the end."
When Han Qiu heard this, a smile finally appeared on his face: "Feng Langjun drove away the wolf and swallowed the tiger with one move, which is really exquisite. If it weren't for me, I'm afraid that the bald man would have fallen into your trap by now."
When Feng Yong heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly, "So it's because of you?"
"Baldy Pigu is a man with clear grievances and grievances. He was able to lead people out of the Tuoba tribe, so how could he betray the benefactor of the tribe?"
Han Qiu smiled calmly, "What's more, when he led people to betray the Tuoba tribe, which caused the Tuoba tribe's power to decline, how could I save him?"
When Feng Yong heard this, he became even more confused.
"Those Xianbei barbarians are not from the bald tribe, but from the begging tribe."
Han Qiu seemed to know that Feng Yong had misunderstood, and took the initiative to explain.
"Qifu tribe? Are they coming from Liangzhou?"
This time, Feng Yong finally couldn't hide his shock.
Damn, there's a big mistake!
The Xianbei Qifu tribe, like the Tufa tribe, was also derived from the Tuoba tribe.
But they migrated south earlier than the Bald Ones.
When the Bald Tribe moved westward to find their own pasture, they encountered the Begging Tribe.
Feng Yong once deliberately understood Xianbei.
So when he talked to Tufa Kheli about the Xianbei people, he knew that a small part of the Qifu tribe was now in Liangzhou, scattered in Jincheng County.
If these thousand fine cavalry are Xianbei from the begging tribe, then there is only one explanation: Liangzhou sent troops!
And he didn't come from Taoshui, otherwise it would be impossible for him not to know the news.
The only explanation is that they crossed the Yellow River from Heguan in the far west of Longxi, crossed the Daxia River between Han and Baishi City, and came here by bypassing Daxia City from the south.
No wonder the bald area has become a turtle!
Because the Tufa tribe's pasture on the other side of the West Sea is still under the control of Cao Wei.
They must not have dared to explicitly oppose Cao Wei until they were sure that the powerful Han could provide them with sufficient protection.
Feng Yong's drive to drive away wolves and swallow tigers is to force the bald man to his side step by step.
Unexpectedly, before the plan was completed, something like this suddenly happened.
But why didn’t Bald Kheli remind himself?
This question flashed through Feng Yong's mind, and then he ignored it because it was not the time to think about it now.
Just seeing that Han Qiu was able to drive Beihu to his own advantage, Feng Yong knew that it would not be difficult at all for him to lead an elite cavalry through Beihu's territory.
"I have some friendship with the governor of Liangzhou, and my relationship with the Xianbei barbarians is even deeper. In addition, the lives of these barbarians are nothing to the Wei people in Hexi."
"It would be best if a group of Hu cavalry can disrupt the Han people's deployment in Longxi. Even if they can't, there will be no loss to the Wei people if they all die, so the governor of Liangzhou promised me to bring this Hu cavalry to Longxi."
Han Qiu looked at Feng Yong sitting there without saying anything with his face changing at times, and then explained with a smile.
Hearing this, Feng Yong's mouth twitched.
Old boy, you really made a fortune!
A force of thousands of elite cavalry intercepted the Han's Jie Quantinghou and protected the Qiang captain.
Bald Khotan, you bastard!
The rebels in Heguan and Han are also a bunch of bastards!
They're all cowards!
Feng Yong was cursing in his heart, but his face was calm as usual.
"I see. I didn't expect that Mr. Han's acquaintances would be so broad."
Han Qiu said modestly: "It's just a trivial matter in the world, and it doesn't deserve such praise from Feng Langjun. Let's talk about the things between us."
"What can happen between us?"
Feng Yong really couldn't understand what the old man in front of him wanted to do.
If he led his troops into Liangzhou and intercepted the governor of Liangzhou in a surprise attack, he would definitely go ahead and take him prisoner without saying a word.
If you can't take it away, just cut off the head and take it away. The thief won't escape empty-handed anyway.
Villains die from procrastination, and wise men do not do it!
"Does Feng Langjun know Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng?"
When Feng Yong heard the other party ask this question, his eyes bulged out on the spot, his face suddenly turned red, and a mouthful of crushed orange meat spurted out from his mouth.
"Cough cough cough..."
He held on to the table and coughed for a long time, then gasped and said, "Mr. Sir, I'm so funny that I could choke on an orange."
Han Qiu didn't care, he poured another glass of wine leisurely and drank it all in one gulp.
Feng Yong's performance gave him the answer.
"Do you also like to watch Rangers, sir?"
Feng Yong asked tentatively.
"Nine streams and ten schools, Confucianism, Taoism, Yin and Yang, Dharma, Ming, Mo, Zongheng, Za, Nong,."
"And military strategists are taboo among men and kings in the world. They are not listed among them. I wonder which sect Feng Langjun comes from?"
Han Qiu asked instead without answering.
"Miscellaneous family."
Feng Yong insisted.
Han Chou nodded and believed Feng Yong's words.
Because no one would make fun of their own sect.
"Then Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng comes from his own family?"
Feng Yong thought of ten thousand possibilities, but he didn't expect that the other party would actually ask him about Lan Ling Xiaoxiaosheng.
He replied vaguely, "Well, well, maybe."
Han Qiu's eyes showed longing.
"Every family often records folk secrets, but there are no historical records. When the Chu and Han Dynasties were fighting, the world only knew about the heroic heroes recorded in the history books, but they didn't know how many shocking secrets behind it."
"Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng was able to write the "Zidian Qingshuang Ji" and other secrets. I guess it must have been passed down by his master."
Feng Yong was silent, he didn't want to take up this topic.
Unexpectedly, Han Qiu said something else at the end: "Since Feng Langjun knows Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng, he must know the whereabouts of the "Wu'an Jun's Art of War"?"
What is "Wu Anjun's Art of War"? I also have "Wu Mu's Suicide Notes"!
I have no idea!
Don't talk nonsense!
Feng Yong's expression finally changed. Did I encounter a man who went crazy?
Looking at you, you are already fifty rather than sixty. Are you still so childish?
"Mr. Han, that "Wu'an Jun's Art of War" is all made up. Isn't it written above? It's pure fiction..."
Feng Yong persuaded carefully, feeling regretful at the same time.
It's a pity that there are no magnetic storm infantry in this space, and there is no Thunder King. Otherwise, this person can have a taste of what it means to be addicted to electric shock.
"Feng Langjun, you and I are both from the mountain sect, so don't use this kind of argument to fool the stupid people in the world to deal with me."
Feng Yong was muttering in his heart, but Han Qiu's eyes were already glowing with enthusiasm.
"When our ancestors were commoners, they relied on others to make a living. They were hated by everyone and humiliated by butchers."
"He went to Xiang Liang but was not famous, returned to Xiang Yu but did not use it, and surrendered to Liu Bang but was not surprised. However, once he was able to worship the general, he established the Three Qin Dynasties, captured Wei, replaced him, defeated Zhao, threatened Yan, attacked Qi in the east, and destroyed Chu in the south. He became famous
Domestic and powerful throughout the world."
"If he hadn't obtained the extraordinary book, how could he have been miserable in the first half of his life and become an unparalleled scholar in the second half of his life?"
The more Han Qiu spoke, the more excited he looked: "Feng Langjun, can you tell me where Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng is now?"
Feng Tibi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
He finally understood who the other party was talking about.
That’s Han Xin!
Han Xin, who was "unparalleled in his country" and "unparalleled in his achievements, was unparalleled", was regarded as a "soldier fairy" and a "divine commander" by later generations.
Are you asking Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng to inquire about Han Xin? Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng knows something!
"People in the world ask many questions, but none of them hear it. How can I know?"
Feng Yong excused himself.
Han Qiu had expected that he would say this and didn't mind.
"If Feng Langjun's sect and Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng's sect are old and it's inconvenient to tell me, that's fine. But there is something that Feng Langjun must lend me a look at."
Han Qiu seemed to have concluded that Feng Yong must know Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng.
"what?"
"It's the "Wu'an Lord's Art of War" recorded in "Zidian Qingshuang Ji" that our ancestors once obtained!"
Damn it!
The sweat on Feng Tibi's forehead started to flow even more.
He looked at Han Qiu's enthusiastic expression, and a flash of light flashed through his heart: "That's not right, the Marquis of Huaiyin was defeated by the Yi clan, where did his descendants come from?"
How dare you lie to me?
"It makes sense that Feng Langjun doesn't know the secrets from four hundred years ago." Han Qiu smiled knowingly.