Chapter 83 083: Group frame【Ask for a monthly ticket】
Gu Chi's curiosity was aroused.
He sips green tea, looks at the rising mist, there seems to be a little gleam in the bottom of his eyes, easy-going and harmless: "... can make you Qi Yuanliang say the way of a scholar who is 'scrupulous', Chi would like to know Yes. Presumably its owner is not an unknown person?"
Qishan replied: "It is indeed not an unknown person."
"who is it?"
Pray for goodness: "Those who destroy your homeland."
Gu Chi: "..."
After a long while, he murmured: "It turns out that he...swept across the Northwest countries, and it is indeed not related to the word 'unknown man'...But, doesn't he have the way of a scholar?"
The way of literati is not available to every literary scholar.
It is obtained from the level of Wenxin, and the talent of scribes has nothing to do with it. There are no rules and no human influence. Some talented people may never find their way of literati in their lifetime, while some with mediocre qualifications may have the way of literati after waking up with a hangover.
Although some scribes will hide the way of scribes to death, some will choose to make it public to increase their own bargaining chips.
The person Qi Shan mentioned once admitted that he did not have the way of a scholar, anyway, whether he has it or not does not affect his achievements.
"Mr. Shen Xiaolang has a good slang saying - the mouth of a literati, a ghost who deceives people." Qishan rolled his eyes in his heart, but he didn't expect Gu Chi to believe this rhetoric. A person who can sweep the Northwest countries and fight with literary counselors from all over the world Fighting against each other, how could a person who survived countless assassinations not have the way of a scholar, "I said in front of you that I didn't have the way of a scholar, would you believe me?"
The countries in the Northwest are doing everything they can to survive, from front-to-back confrontation on the bright side, to spy murders in the dark, and it has never stopped. That person is the object of focus.
The results of it?
No one ever succeeded.
Gu Chi replied: "Of course I don't believe it."
Pray for goodness: "So, I don't believe it either."
Gu Chi was puzzled: "How do you know he has it?"
Since he deliberately concealed it, it must be that this way of scribes will cause suspicion or other hidden dangers. He recalled the information on his contacts, and he was convinced that Qishan and that person had only met each other a few times, and at most had a false relationship of "student and seat master". Where did Qishan know such a secret?
Qi Shan's hand holding the tea paused, and said indifferently, "Accident."
"Then what is his literati way?" Worried that Qishan would be scruples and refused to say it, Gu Chi said again, "According to his age, that person should have lived for the rest of his life, and it is impossible to become an official again. I heard that he died a few years ago. If Yin resigns from office, there will be no whereabouts, and it should be okay if you reveal one or two things."
Qishan: "There's nothing I can't say, I don't know the specific effect, but one thing is certain - if he uses the way of the scribes, no matter how far away he is from the enemy or friend, he will definitely feel it. The way of the scribes seems to be able to Distinguish between the enemy and the enemy..."
The corner of Gu Chi's mouth twitched fiercely.
It’s no wonder that the countries in the Northwest couldn’t fight back then, watching Xin Guo grow stronger—cooperating with his own subordinates to be seen through, the situation on the battlefield was several steps behind others, and the battle was lost before the battle started—to be honest, if it weren’t for that The old man is too old, and Xin Guozhu's teammates are holding him back. Give him another ten years to change Xin Guo to a reliable king, and it is not a dream to rule the Northwest.
This way of scribes is not scary even if it is said to be terrifying, but it will indeed cause headaches for the enemy when placed on the battlefield.
Gu Chi raised his neck and drank a big mouthful of tea.
He said: "It's a pity."
It's a pity, but it's more envy.
Look at other people's ways of scribes, and then look at your own, it is really incomparable. That man's way of literati, the enemy fears more than his own people, and his way of scribes is more feared by his own people. If it is sent to negotiate, it may have a miraculous effect.
But in troubled times, it's not as good as chicken ribs.
It is for this reason that prayers are fearless.
Mind reading?
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As long as you don't treat Gu Chi as your own, you really don't have to be afraid.
With this kind of thought, Qi Shan looked after Gu Chi much more pleasingly.
Also caring about Gu Chi's body.
Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that this fellow is in poor health, with a premature death and short-lived tuberculosis appearance, and Qishan guesses that it is mostly related to his weak and feared scholarly way.
Gu Chi replied indifferently: "I can hold on for now."
The price paid is far greater than the harvest.
Qi Shan: "I have a way."
Gu Chi raised his eyelids slightly, asking what to do.
"Abolish Dan Mansion."
The operation of the way of scribes also depends on the literary mind.
The literary heart is gone, and the way of scribes is naturally gone.
If you can’t close it, you will be forced to shut it down!
Gu Chi: "..."
If it wasn't for his upbringing to stop him, he would have wanted to splash the unfinished tea on this guy's face, what kind of bad idea did he come up with?
Gu Chi didn't spill the tea in his hand, but there were noises and high-pitched screams from downstairs.
Pray for kindness and my heart skipped a beat.
He didn't care about being funny, so he got up, pushed the long window open, and had a panoramic view of what happened on the long street downstairs. Gu Chi moved slower than him: "Why are you in such a hurry? It may not be your Shen Lang...er, he really is causing trouble..."
Pray for goodness: "..."
If Shen Tang could hear this, he would definitely cry out for being wronged.
What do you mean she is causing trouble?
It was clear that the troublemaker took the initiative to find her.
It is also unlucky for her.
"Brother Shen, here are two jars of wine."
The familiar voice of a teenager came from above his head.
Shen Tang raised the brim of his hat with his fingers, saw the customers in front of the booth clearly, and sighed: "How can I meet you wherever I set up a stall?"
Zhai Le's nose is not equipped with a locator, right?
"This shows that we are destined." Zhai Le gave a dime of silver, unceremoniously slapped the red cloth wine cork, sat on the side of the bench, raised his neck and poured it into his mouth. After a while, I wiped my mouth with my sleeve, "I really enjoyed drinking!"
Shen Tang rolled his eyes directly.
"How will you be here?"
Zhai Le pointed in the direction of the county mansion: "Brother handed over invitations to the county mansion, but I don't want to see them come and play with each other, I plan to stay outside and wait for brother to finish his work. I didn't expect to see you here Selling wine at the stall, it can be seen that the fate between us is extremely deep."
Shen Tang: "..."
She feels like Nie Yuan.
Zhai Le smiled and said, "Let's go hunting in the city when we have time."
"Just the situation outside Xiaocheng? I think the mud has been eaten up by the people, and they are still hunting. What can they hunt?"
Zhai Le felt that the taste of the drink was gone.
"Oh, brother Shen's words are also reasonable."
While feeling sad, suddenly a group of strong-looking adults ran over aggressively, aiming at the direction of Shen Tang and the others. In a short while, the small wine stall was tightly packed. Shen Tang was still confused, but Zhai Le had an expression that he had expected.
Shen Tang stood up and cupped his fists: "Who are you, who are you?"
The strong man pointed to Zhai Le and asked, "You know him?"
Shen Tang said: "I know."
The strong man headed by turned blue,
Waved his hands and shouted loudly: "Okay, smash this stall!"
Shen Tang: "???"
Taking the medicine for two days is still helpful. I woke up with a sore throat in the morning and a low-grade fever in the afternoon. It improved a lot in the evening. I think it will improve tomorrow. Sickness really affects the state too much, and I don’t want to type when I look at the computer.
(end of this chapter)