While Liu Wenjing was talking, she was clarifying her thoughts. The more she thought about the meeting plan proposed by Wu Ma, the more feasible she felt. She couldn't wait any longer and turned around to prepare for the matter.
"You come back first,"
Wu Ma said: "I haven't finished talking yet -"
"Can you say it in one breath?"
Liu Wenjing had no choice but to turn around.
"When I ask you to do it so gently, it feels like my brain has been hit by a feather duster. It suddenly clears up and many ideas pop up. I have to act quickly."
"Making stagnant water into a living spring is the first step,"
Dancing Horse said: "If you stop here and trap the spring water in the mountain stream and no one can drink from it, wouldn't it be a vacant treasure mountain?"
Liu Wenjing came back again, "Do you have any other options?"
"The second step is to divert the water out of the spring,"
Wu Ma said: "No matter how lively and lively the meeting is, the effect is only limited to Jinyang City. Drinking water from the spring is to bring the atmosphere outside the city -
Attacking the Turks at night, setting fire to the company camp, and taking risks to rescue prisoners, there are too many things that can be discovered here.
First, he is a master of righteous revenge who hates his country, his family, and his nation.
The Turks have been raiding the south for many years, and the people in northern Xinjiang have been disturbed. Every household has souls killed by evil wolf swords, and everyone hates them to the bone. This great victory of Tang Gong is an act of revenge and hatred, and the people all praise it.
The palm is fast."
"Dancer-kun,"
When Liu Wenjing heard this, her hands trembled with excitement. She knew that what Wu Ma said next must be very powerful and could not be finished in a short while, so she pulled Wu Ma and walked towards the city wall again.
"You come with me."
"Where are you going?"
"It was windy on the road and I couldn't hear some words clearly,"
Liu Wenjing said: "Let's find a secluded place - I don't want to miss a word."
"Then let me speak louder."
Wu Ma tried to use his Dantian to make a sound, and the sound was immediately clear, bright and magnetically sweet.
"Is it okay to be so big?"
"Don't,"
Liu Wenjing quickly covered his mouth, "It would be terrible if an old turtle like Pei Ji heard it."
Then he pulled the dancing horse up to the city tower again, found a secluded watchtower, invited the guard inside to have tea, and then said to the dancing horse:
"Wu Lang, please tell me... By the way, tell me again what you just said... It's windy, old, and hard of hearing, so I didn't hear clearly for a while."
Wu Ma had no choice but to recount most of what he had said before. When his mouth became dry, Liu Wenjing poured a pot of good tea from nowhere and served it respectfully.
The dancing horse sipped some tea and finally came to the place mentioned before under the tower.
"The second article that can be written here is to be a teacher of benevolence and righteousness who loves the people and solves their worries.
Although only about 80 prisoners were rescued, Tang Gong issued an order to rescue them. He was concerned about the people's will, acted for the people, and loved the people.
At that time, the world was in turmoil, and all the princes had their own secrets, and raised armies to fight against each other. Some even expropriated the people, forced them to serve, and were hated by the people.
If the name of Tang Gong's benevolence spread widely at this time, it would be in sharp contrast with the princes who were bent on competing for the throne and resorting to war.
When the Duke of Tang raises troops to cross the border in the future, in the name of benevolence, no matter where the troops go, the people will spontaneously support them, offer rice and food, prepare their baggage, and travel conveniently, which means that wherever they pass, there will be the benefit of 'harmony', isn't it?
Is there any reason to win?
The third article that can be done..."
"Just wait a moment."
Liu Wenjing suddenly stood up and walked anxiously through the guard post, looking around.
"What is Zhaoren looking for?"
"You talk too fast and too much, and there are so many subtle details. I'm old, and I'm afraid I'll forget them after a while."
Liu Wenjing touched her body while walking,
"I need to find some pen and paper and write them all down."
The guards at the sentry station went to look for paper and pen, but this was a place of war, and these soldiers could not read a single word, and they had no need for writing and ink on weekdays, so where could they find it at the moment.
The guard general who had been invited out for tea earlier said that he could send a soldier to the city to buy some.
"Forget it," Liu Wenjing sighed: "It's not good to disturb the city defense after all."
Wu Ma Xin said that you still have some consciousness, but why were you so smooth and unceremonious when you kicked her out just now?
"It will be troublesome if old turtle Pei Ji catches him."
The dancing horse was immediately speechless.
He thought for a while, then took out the bound volume of "Sui Jue Ji" from his arms, turned to the last page, read for a long time, tore off a piece with some distress, and handed it to Liu Wenjing,
"My notebook is carefully made. I use one page and one less page. You can use it sparingly."
"Why do you still carry this thing with you? It's not too heavy."
Liu Wenjing took it over and said happily: "I will make a hundred of these crappy notebooks for you in the future."
Just as I was about to record, I started to worry again, "Where's the pen? How can I write without a pen?"
Wu Ma took out a thick packet of paper from his left sleeve.
Carefully opening the layers one by one, what was hidden inside was a writing brush. The tip of the writing brush was wrapped in a small piece of silk, which was now dyed black.
"This is also very valuable..."
"You are an awakened disciple,"
Liu Wenjing was impressed, "You still carry all these messy things with you. You are not a reporter, a historian, or a scholar, so why are you bringing this stuff with you?"
The dancing horse smiled and said nothing.
"Okay, I'm not using your favor in vain. From now on, I will take care of all the paper and pens that Mr. Dancer needs."
Liu Wenjing picked up the pen to write, but found that the ink was dry.
I angrily wrote a few words on the paper, "It still doesn't work."
Wu Ma then raised his right arm and took out another thicker paper package from his sleeve.
The layers are stacked one on top of the other and are opened densely, which is exactly an inkstone.