Saint of the Confucian way

"Since Liu Zicheng hanged himself, would you like Yi Rong to go to the army for training?"

Li Wenying's wild goose biography has only one sentence, but Fang Yun feels an inexplicable heaviness between the lines. He thinks of the holy ruins, Zuo Xiang, wolf man, anti species literati and demon emperor.

Li Wenying can't seem to sit still.

"Yes." Fang Yun's answer was also very concise.

"If you don't have military experience, you will inevitably fail in martial arts. You must enter the army as soon as possible for the sake of future military books. Your talent is amazing. You don't need to be in the army for many years. What you need is not to kill the enemy, but to feel the atmosphere and soul of the army. If you don't have a military soul, your martial arts will be limited after all. Although governor Lu is friendly with the boy waiter, he doesn't like Zuo Xiang, but with Chen Shuai You will not be attached to Zuo Xiang for at least three years. You are still safe in Yuhai city. You can go to Yu Xingshu and he will arrange everything for you. "

"Thank you, Lord Li."

Fang Yun had to admire Li Wenying's vision. Now he really needed the most basic experience. He had no experience at the grass-roots level in the army in the dreamland, but directly led the army when he arrived at the Jinshi.

"In order to find a suitable reason for writing military books in the future, I must go to the army as soon as possible. The military soul should only be inspired by bachelor Li. The so-called military soul is the recognition and gratitude of all soldiers in a country. No soldier can have a military soul without recognition. Except for those semi saints, it is difficult for even the strategists to have a military soul. Even Lord Jianmei himself doesn't have a military soul."

Fang Yun didn't think about the military soul any more, but explained something to Yang Yuhuan, and then went to Dinghai General Yu Xingshu.

When passing by the flower bed in the courtyard, Fang Yun found that there were only three flowers left, shook his head and left with a smile.

Dinghai general's house is located in the South Vice City, but the Yamen of Jiangzhou army is in the East Vice City, with its back against the main city and facing the East China Sea.

After Zhang poyue left, governor Lu took office silently without causing any waves. Everything seemed to be the same as when Zhang poyue was there, and even the position of general didn't change at all.

The official position of governor Lu is zhengsanpin. He commands the Jiangzhou army and is mainly responsible for holding heavy power over the dragon people in the East China Sea.

General Yu Xingshu of Dinghai is a senior official of the fourth grade and the deputy of governor Lu. He is in charge of the daily affairs of the State Army. He has great power, but he has personally gone to Dayuan house to pick up Fang Yun.

The carriage went forward in the East vice city. This is the safest, tightest and most severe place in Jiangzhou. Even if Fang Yun's carriage was marked by the State Army, it was checked three times.

On the surface, the East vice city is dominated by the Jiangzhou army. In fact, the holy courtyard has the highest command, but the people in the holy courtyard don't care about things at ordinary times, and the superior of these people in the holy courtyard is Li Wenying. Therefore, everyone knows that as long as there is Li Wenying in Jiangzhou, the left phase can't turn over the sky.

In Jiangzhou, Li Wenying's words carry more weight than those of the empress dowager, because he can represent the holy courtyard, and others can't.

After a while, Daniel Fang suddenly whispered outside the curtain of the carriage door: "it seems that a big official's car is coming from the front. I'll give way."

The carriage slowed down and changed direction. Not long after, Fang Yun heard the sound of a carriage passing by. When he opened the curtains, he saw a carriage six feet long passing by, and there were ten Jiao horses pulling the carriage.

There are only three people in Jiangzhou who are qualified to use ten Jiao horses to pull carts, including the governor of the State Academy of literature, the governor of the State animal husbandry and the governor.

"It's governor Lu's car." Fang Yun looked outside and thought.

Suddenly, the curtain of the carriage was also opened, and an old man over 50 turned his head and looked over. The old man was not as rough as Zhang poyue with cunning, nor as sharp as Li Wenying with elegance, but a weather beaten and resolute face, very pure.

Almost at the moment of seeing him, Fang Yun knew that this man could not be the running dog of Zuo Xiang, but Fang Yun's reason told himself that governor Lu still had the trend of colluding with Zuo Xiang.

Fang Yun didn't expect that the first time they met was in this situation. They would soon stagger. They couldn't officially say hello, so they had to bow their hands.

The old man looked at Fang Yun carefully, seemed to want to print Fang Yun in his mind, nodded, and then put down the curtain.

Fang Yun was surprised that there seemed to be a different feeling in the old man's eyes, as if he recognized himself, and there was no hostility.

"It may be an illusion."

Fang Yun couldn't help thinking of the faction of governor Lu.

"He is close to commander Chen Dayuan, but he is not directly related to commander Chen Dayuan. As for commander Chen Dayuan, he is the first person in the military of Jingguo. It is said that he has lived in seclusion since the defeat of the left army last year. Some people say he is injured, others say he is closed to attack the great Confucianism, otherwise Zuo Xiang will not be so powerful. It is said that the person most respected by Zhang poyue is commander Chen Dayuan."

"Zuo Xiang, Wen Xiang and Chen dayuanshuai are three giants of Jingguo's civil servants, literary academy and military. Fortunately, the latter two are here, otherwise Zuo Xiang may have covered the sky. Li Wenying is the most likely person to become one of the three giants. He is probably a real 'half phase'. With him in Jiangzhou, Lu Dudu should not dare to target me."

Not long after, the carriage stopped outside the Dinghai general camp. Fang Yun reported his name. The soldiers around looked at Fang Yun in surprise and showed their admiration, but they still didn't let Fang Yun in, but went in for instructions. Not long after, Yu Xingshu's own soldiers came out and took Fang Yun to the big tent of the Chinese army.

This is a tradition of ten countries. Officers' offices are all set up according to the scheme of marching in the field, in order to avoid soldiers' extravagance and remind them to always remember that they are on the battlefield, but soldiers' barracks are much better.

At the door of the military tent, the soldier made a gesture of invitation, and then said, "please, Lord Fang."

"Thank you." Fang Yun thanked politely and walked inside.

Yu Xingshu sat behind the desk and did not treat Fang Yun warmly as usual. Instead, he calmly looked at Fang Yun and asked, "are you coming to be a soldier or to experience?"

Fang Yun replied seriously, "report to your excellency, I'm here to join the army."

"Very good. You don't have to go anywhere this month. Just stay in the army and be the most ordinary soldier. As for the Tanabata cultural meeting, I'll give you half a day off to avoid suspicion. In a month, you can be a military Chinese official, responsible for documents, and then you will be transferred to a place where you are good at."

Fang Yun immediately said, "humble and obedient."

Yu Xingshu pushed the paper on the table. The paper flew to Fang Yun and said: "Now you leave by car and go to the place on the paper. At that time, you tell him to ask for Danqing Yirong, and he will help you. Remember to find him before going to the Tanabata cultural meeting, erase Yirong, and remember to find him after leaving the cultural meeting. Your name is not rare. I even met several people with the same name, so I'll continue to use it. The paper has also indicated where to report."

"Yes, general!"

"By the way, there are new scholar war poems and strong bow poems in the holy temple recently. You can learn them first and then go to Yirong."

"Yes, my subordinates leave."

Fang Yun turned around and left. He was not disgusted with Xingshu's business attitude, but grateful.

"He is worthy of being a general of the fourth grade Dinghai. He seems to alienate me. In fact, he knows that I am at the height of the sun because of the scholar's example. It is the time when my mentality is most prone to problems. But he sends me to the bottom of the army, which is very obvious. If I can keep an ordinary mind when I fall from the highest peak to the lowest, I won't be complacent in anything in the future 。”

"In recent months, I have to keep a low profile. Except for the Tanabata cultural meeting, this state will last until August 15. When I enter the holy ruins on August 15, there will be a grand cultural meeting with talents from ten countries as usual. In order to enter the holy ruins, I can't keep a low profile."

"The class in the army is strict. I'll be a small soldier first and then a civil official. I'm not going to the battlefield. I shouldn't have a chance to write poetry. I'll probably spend it lightly."

Fang Yun first went to the holy temple of the literary academy, pretended to learn his two scholar war poems "capture the king" and "arrow in stone", and finally came to MINGYE lane.

There was no one in the nearby street. Fang Yun told Fang Daniu many things, and then let Fang Daniu drive away. He entered MINGYE lane and came to an extremely remote calligraphy and painting shop.

Fang Yun looks around the calligraphy and painting shop. It's dark, small and very messy. It doesn't look like a real business.

In front of the counter sat an old man with a goatee. He looked 70 or 80 years old and was drinking at his mouth with a small teapot.

Fang Yun handed the paper Yu Xingshu gave him and said, "thank you, old man."

The old man opened his muddy eyes, took the paper, rolled it into a ball, threw it into the stove and burned it up.

Fang Yun looked at the old man and wanted to know how he could change his face.

The old man slowly took out his pen and inkstone. The ink in the inkstone was almost full to overflow. Fang Yun was afraid that he might spill it.

Fang Yunxin feels strange. Any scholar knows that ink can't be polished too much, but according to the old man's posture, it seems that ink is always full, which is very bad.

The old man put the inkstone and put the pen in it.

Fang Yun suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the strange scene in front of him in surprise.

At the moment when the brush touched the ink, the ink of the inkstone suddenly surged up and turned into a graceful woman standing on the ink water, almost as big as her thumb.

The woman is completely composed of dark ink. She has a head, trunk and limbs. She is small and exquisite. She even has long hair up to her waist. Her eyes, nose, mouth and ears are very clear and lifelike, just like a real person who has been turned into ink by magic.

"Mo Nu?" Fang Yun was so surprised that he didn't expect to see the legendary strange things.

The ink woman looked at Fang Yun curiously, then raised her slender little feet to kick the ink and let the ink fly to the pen.

After a while, the brush of the brush emits a faint light. The ink woman sneaks into the ink, only shows her head and looks at Fang Yun curiously.

Only the brush has no ink, and although the pen holder is splashed with ink, there is no ink left.

The old man aimed at Fang Yun's face, a few feet apart, and then put the pen over the ink.

The ink woman blew a breath at the pen head, and the ink immediately ejected a column of ink water, circled around the pen head, and then returned to the ink.

The ink on the brush disappears completely and becomes dry.

After everything, the little mo girl still showed her little head and continued to stare at Fang Yun.

Fang Yun looked at the ink woman with envy. Compared with the ink woman, the dragon blood ink ingot can be thrown away directly. Even the most ordinary ink woman can add a layer of treasure light and double the power of war poetry.

"Well, there's a bronze mirror next to you. Take care of it." the old man said weakly.

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