Dao Fruit

"So that's it! No Gua, No Ji will come in peace, but there has to be a process of transformation!"

When he saw the question of Cewen, Qiu Yan suddenly had a clear understanding in his mind, but he was not in a hurry. Instead, he put down Cewen, spread out the meaning of scriptures and ink, and answered the question calmly.

The mind is concentrated, the characters under the pen are rising again, and the blood is surging.

It was still dark at this time, and the entire tribute courtyard was filled with cold air, but as Qiu Yan started writing, a warm atmosphere gradually began to spread around his room.

It was not obvious at first, but after a while, some water vapor even condensed, which naturally attracted the attention of the patrolman. When the patrolman came over, he couldn't figure it out and had to look for the examiner.

The examiners of the rural examination were all academic officials from several prefectures. After being called, they were also confused and came forward.

"What's going on?" the examiner whispered, and finally found a clue, "The hot breath seems to be coming from the examinee's room. Is there something weird?"

Feeling suspicious, the examiner lowered his head and glanced at Qiu Yan's curled-up name.

"Qiu Yan, this name sounds familiar..."

As he was thinking about it, his eyes moved and he scanned the test paper. He noticed the rows of handwriting. He was stunned and couldn't help blurting out: "Good calligraphy!"

As soon as these two words were said, the inspector remembered why he felt that the name "Qiu Yan" was familiar.

"It turns out to be Qiu Yan, who has become famous recently. I heard that his calligraphy skills are extraordinary. I thought he was spreading lies, but now I see that what he said is true!"

He stared at Qiu Yan doing the questions, as if there were roots under his feet. As time went by, other people noticed something strange, and two more inspectors were attracted. When these two people came, they first asked questions, and then they continued as before. Like that man, he stopped in place. Look at Qiu Yan’s writing.

Three examiners gathered in front of a candidate, which would certainly attract the attention of interested people. Fang Ziyan, who was busy writing, raised his head and looked over.

His cell was not far from Qiu Yan. When he raised his head, he could see the scene opposite. At this time, he saw three inspectors standing outside Qiu Yan's cell, watching intently, with admiration on their faces from time to time, and they were suddenly jealous. .

"This Qiu Yan likes to be in the limelight. He doesn't know how to restrain himself in the examination room," he whispered bitterly. Fang Ziyan stared at the opposite side with a sneer, "Unfortunately, he didn't know that he was trying to be smart but was misled by his cleverness! Originally, because of the horse Qi Zhengyuan wants to avoid suspicion because of his relationship with Yang, and now that Qiu Yan has caused such a disturbance, he can even be dismissed from his post because of this!"

Thinking of the happy place, various strategies flowed through Fang Ziyan's mind.

Today is different from the past. In the past, he was dissatisfied with Qiu Yanzong. He was unwilling to be overshadowed by Qiu Yan's limelight and reputation, and it was just a personal grudge. But now he was determined to join the new party, and he was exaggerating Qiu Yan into the old party. So attacking Qiu Yan is to show his stance and loyalty, so he is naturally duty-bound.

"It would be ideal if the examiner Qi Zhengyuan came at this time. In front of everyone, no matter what I say afterwards, no matter how good Qiu Yan's article is, it will..."

As he was thinking, he suddenly heard a majestic voice.

"What are you doing here?"

Then, I saw a middle-aged official walking over. He had a Chinese character face, forehead lines, and was wearing court clothes. He walked very steadily every step of the way.

Hearing this voice, the three inspectors all moved, turned around, saluted, and shouted "Your Excellency."

This person is the examiner of this provincial examination, Qi Zhengyuan.

"May all your wishes come true!"

Seeing this person, Fang Ziyan couldn't help but be ecstatic. This emotion exploded, making him restless. His wrist trembled, and a drop of ink dropped from the tip of his pen, falling on the examination paper!

The ink stains stained the rice paper and expanded rapidly.

"not good!"

Seeing this scene, Fang Ziyan's complexion changed drastically. He couldn't care about anything else anymore and quickly took out the orpiment and applied it on it.

When the orpiment stone is rubbed, the light yellow pigment covers the ink. At first glance, it looks the same as the color of the paper. This is why the orpiment is said to be false.

However, if you look carefully, you can still find traces. The roll is not neat, and it is very likely that it will be downgraded. If this is the case, then it is unfair.

On the opposite side, Qi Zhengyuan said a few words to the three inspectors and asked them to disperse. Then he walked to Qiu Yan's room, looked at the writing on the paper, his eyes showed surprise, then nodded, and walked away.

Qiu Yan didn't have much reaction. After a few strokes, the classic meanings, ink meanings and essays were all completed.

Then, he put down his pen, closed his eyes and meditated for a while, then took out a piece of paper, wrote the title of the policy question, and then put it into words——

For soldiers, the upper part talks about human strategy, the middle part talks about geographical advantages, and the lower part talks about the weather.

People's plans follow human nature. The people in the swamp like to plunder, but if there is an opportunity, they will rush out with their troops. I heard that the garrison soldiers have been mobilized recently, and they are guarding the inside and the outside...

Qiu Yan was writing on his hand. Thoughts were flowing in his mind, and the information from his spiritual mind was constantly gathering, turning the motivations, movements, and actions of the people in the swamp into words. He wrote them on the paper, each word full and every pen. Youshen exudes an artistic conception of heavy troops pressing down on the city, making people feel breathless.

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Jiarong County was now in a sea of ​​flames, and the Marsh people set up troops on the streets, burning, killing, and looting.

"Opportunities are rare! Opportunities are rare! You must grab more!"

Many marsh soldiers were stuffed to the brim with gold, silver, and rice, but they were still not satisfied and continued to search the streets.

Outside the city, Feixin was riding a horse, looking at the chaos in the city with a smile on his face, a look of intoxication on his face.

"The great rivers and mountains in the Central Plains are really fascinating."

At this time, several marsh soldiers rushed over, came to them, clasped their fists and said: "Your Majesty, Deying and the others seem to have resisted the Buddha's light, and there are signs of recovery!"

Bao Xin was stunned for a moment, then said: "How can they resist the power of the Buddha when the Swamp God is not here?"

Next to him, a thin man dressed as a Central Plains man came forward and reminded: "Your Majesty, it doesn't matter whether those individuals wake up or are unconscious. We don't need to command their troops. We don't have to worry about them if we leave this great city alone." Don’t be tempted!”

"The military advisor is right, let Na Saluo and the others grab it here!" Feixin laughed, with a happy look on his face, "Didn't Pan Xiang'er want to plot against me? Just let him plot, and I will keep these tribes. Kill him here, and when you're exhausted, I'll come back and reap the benefits!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he reined in the horse's rope and waved his arms: "Okay, let's go. Tell the boys to put their things down first. It's just a county town. Don't miss it. Let's move on quickly!"

The thin military advisor reminded him: "Your Majesty, don't forget to leave some troops to look after the craftsmen."

"The military advisor is right, just follow the orders."

It didn't take long for a troop of marsh soldiers outside the county to change their direction and follow Feixin. Everyone in this troop was strong and strong, and it was obvious that they had extraordinary combat effectiveness. But the catastrophe in the city did not end with their departure.

Inside and outside the city, people's resentment boiled and gradually became empty;

On the mound in the distance, the Buddha's light is still there, but there is a shadow inside.

Gloland sat cross-legged, with a faint shadow of the Kitchen God appearing on his body, and said to himself: "Sincerely! As long as we pray to God sincerely, the Kitchen God will bless us and keep us safe!"

beside. The chiefs of several major tribes, including De Ying, all nodded with difficulty.

As the thoughts gathered, the image of Zao Gong became clearer and clearer.

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In the examination room. Qiu Yan took a short rest, then brewed his emotions, and then raised his eyebrows and wrote the second paragraph——

"The southwest is mountainous, and various ethnic groups live together. It can be called a place of four battles. There are five marshes in the south and fan in the west. If the fan is sparse because of the marsh..."

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In the western border of Jiannan Road, there are thousand-year cliffs.

On the cliff, a monk wearing a monk's robe with one arm exposed looked quietly.

His eyes glowed.

At the end, Monk Fan closed his eyes, and the veins around his eye sockets trembled and gradually disappeared. After a while, he said: "The Yongping Army has sent out, but it is not the elite of Zhang Duling's direct lineage, but there are quite a few, two thousand people, leading the army. Nearly half of the war horses were sent to rush for help quickly."

A voice came from behind Monk Fan: "That's enough. The purpose of the Imperial Master is to save all sentient beings, but I am a layman, and my purpose is to fight horses. He, Zhang Duling, has the mind to make great contributions, but it is a pity that he is trapped in Yongping. The main force of our Fan Division is in the north. The people in the marsh were frightened by Song Yuan, and Zhang Duling could only fall behind. Of course, he was unwilling to take a risk, but he could only make wedding clothes for me. "

"Now that the second prince has made his decision, let's set off." Monk Fan said, turned around and walked back.

In front of him, there were rows of men in monk robes, but they all looked different. Looking around, there were hundreds of them!

The steaming energy and blood rose and fluttered above the crowd, forming a Buddha shadow in mid-air.

"That's exactly what it should be." The second prince smiled, a shadow flashing in his eyes.

Demonic thoughts are hidden and circulating in the mind.

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In the examination room, Qiu Yan stopped writing again and started thinking.

It was almost noon when someone got up to hand in the paper.

But Qiu Yan was not affected at all. Not long after, he started writing again and began to deduce the situation of the battle.

With the draft in mind, Qiu Yan wrote very quickly, writing three possibilities in succession. The first and third were just foils.

This second type refers to the alliance of various tribes of the Marsh people to invade the border counties, and then separate their forces. Some of them will be used as bait to attract Da Rui reinforcements, and the other part will be used as surprise troops.

Then, he changed his writing and wrote about the meritorious service of the generals on the border of the military town. He sent out troops rashly and fell into the trap of others. He suffered heavy losses. He also lost many horses and lost the ability to rush to rescue. However, the headquarters of the military town used rat weapons to prevent it. Dare to move again.

One by one, the movements of the Numa people and the Ban people were written down in a conjecture and conjecture tone. At the end, based on the three battle situations, they described the response methods respectively, pointed out the possible hidden dangers of the enemy, and put forward some suggestions. The policy of "equal emphasis on suppression and appeasement".

But as he wrote, Qiu Yan frowned.

"The military situation is easy to deduce, but those hundred monks are full of energy and blood, and they are more powerful than the special forces in the previous life. I wonder if Da Rui has the soldiers and horses to compete with them."

Although he can rely on his spiritual thoughts and inner demons to grasp the movements of the Marsh people and the Fan people, he does not know much about Darui's military town. Therefore, this military strategy can only put forward ideas and methods to deal with it, and it is difficult to go into specific details. .

"No matter what, the way to employ people is to choose their positions. After all, marching and fighting are the duties of generals. Song Yuan and Zhang Duling have controlled the border for many years, and their military skills and knowledge are definitely far better than mine. This article of mine is just to attract others."

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated and wrote the last sentence——

"You cannot win without specialization, and you must not lose without specialization." (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature for better and faster novels!

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Note: "To win, you must not be dedicated, but to lose, you must be dedicated" comes from "Tiger Seal Sutra" [Song Dynasty], and there will be explanations in the following chapters.