Chapter 710 When history meets fiction
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 had a plan in his mind.
“Mu Zhi, come here.”
Feng Yong greeted.
“What are the instructions from the mountain chief?”
Zhang Muzhi came up 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 ability, can you also understand my reply?
When the slave sent Feng Yong's reply to the Korean medical worker, he frowned when he opened it and saw the ghost 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 respectfully with both hands: "How can a villain know something that the master cannot understand?"
Han Medical Engineer nodded, as if he had thought of something, and his face was not angry but happy: "Although I can't understand it, 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 writings that have long been lost in the world?”
Hearing the words of Han Medical Engineer, the wolf slave asked carefully: "Master, what do you mean, Feng Langjun studied under the ancient master?"
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 talented people in the ancient master’s sect, so don’t offend them lightly!”
The wolf slave reminded.
“Our Han family has its own ancestral precepts. 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.
It can delay time, which 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 brought out two more tables and put them on the blanket. The people who followed put 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 at it carefully.
Finding that there were indeed no other traps, he ordered: "Bring my horse here."
“The chief of the mountain!”
“Your Majesty!”
…
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. 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 wearing a long robe and wearing a long robe. He doesn't carry any weapons. What should he be afraid of?
Is everyone Mr. Zhao?
Besides, if Mr. Zhao doesn't use weapons and wears a long robe, he may not be able to defeat him in a short time if he fights him hand to hand.
At this time, you can delay as long as you can, which is exactly what you want.
Feng Tubol said he liked the opponent's typical villain's procrastination style.
He touched his body and felt the layer of fine chain mail in his military uniform, and he felt relieved.
Getting on the horse, he grabbed the horse's belly and rushed forward.
“Hurry!”
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.
Feng Tibi was naturally not afraid of a bad old man. He raised his hand 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, let alone the airs of an elder.
On the contrary, he looked solemn, as if he was entertaining distinguished guests.
Feng Yong felt even more suspicious when he saw him like this.
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 your legs are numb and unable to get up.
Han Qiu, on the other hand, saw Feng Yong's action and his eyes flashed, "Feng Langjun also likes things from barbarians?"
After hearing this, Feng Yong curled his lips secretly, "What do you care about me?"
Thinking like this in my heart, but speaking in a more noble way.
“I, Feng Yong, don’t care whether it’s for people or things. I only care about 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.
He could be heard slapping the table, cheering loudly, and then poured a glass of wine, "Feng Langjun's words touched my heart deeply, so I'll do it first out of respect."
After speaking, he raised his neck and drank.
The same things are placed 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 I will do it if you ask me to do it? How shameless am I?
What if it’s poisonous?
He reached for an orange, peeled it open and ate it.
Han Qiu watched Feng Yong eat with juice splashing everywhere, and just thought he was letting nature go. He immediately asked: "Isn't Mr. Feng 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, I will lose my 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 Amao also said this to his grain and grass officer.
Before he could swallow the orange, Feng Junhou 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 do you 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 something so full.”
Han Qiu felt that he had been cultivating his energy for many years, but was actually 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 manipulating 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 elite cavalry behind me?"
Feng Yong’s face didn’t change at all, and he peeled 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?"
Looking at the Jingqi three hundred steps away, he gritted his teeth and said, "In the past few days, I have been trying to conquer the Xianbei Bald Tribe, but I didn't expect that they would betray 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 now."
When Feng Yong heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly, "So it's because of you?"
“Baldy Pigu is a man with clear grudges. He could lead people out of the Tuoba tribe back then, so how could he betray the benefactor of the tribe?”
Feng Yong became even more confused when he heard this.
"Those Xianbei Hus 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.
"The Qifu tribe? Are they coming from Liangzhou?"
Feng Yong was finally unable to conceal his shock this time.
Damn it, there’s a big mistake!
The Qifu tribe of Xianbei, like the Tufa tribe, was also differentiated from the Tuoba tribe.
But they migrated southward earlier than the Bald Ones.
When the Bald Tribe moved westward in search of their own pastures, they encountered the Begging Tribe.
Feng Yong once deliberately understood Xianbei.
So when he talked about the Xianbei people with Tufa Tianli, 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 Qingfu tribe, then there is only one explanation: Liangzhou sent troops!
He didn’t come from Taoshui in the northwest of Longxi, otherwise he would not have known the news.
The only explanation is that they crossed the Yellow River from the westernmost Heguan in Longxi, crossed the Daxia River between Wuhan and Baishi City, and then bypassed Daxia City from the south to get here.
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 take a clear-cut stand against Cao Wei until they were sure that the Han Dynasty could provide them with sufficient protection.
The purpose of driving away wolves and devouring tigers is to force the bald part to his side step by step.
Unexpectedly, before the plan was completed, something like this happened suddenly.
But why didn’t Baldy Khotan 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 a fine 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 between gloomy and clear, and then explained with a smile.
Hearing this, Feng Yong’s mouth twitched.
Old boy, you are really making a fortune!
A fine cavalry force of a thousand men intercepted the Han dynasty's Jie Quantinghou and protected the Qiang captain.
Bald Khotan, you bastard!
The rebels in Heguan and Panhan are also a bunch of bastards!
They are 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 were 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 Liangzhou governor in a surprise attack, he would definitely go ahead and capture him without saying a word, and then leave.
If you can't take him away, just cut off his head and take him away. Anyway, thieves don't get away empty-handed.
The villain dies from procrastination, but the wise man doesn’t do it!
“Does Feng Langjun know Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng?”
When Feng Yong heard the other party asking 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. Jean is so funny that you can choke even if you eat 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 an answer.
“Sir, do you also like to read knight-errant novels?”
Feng Yong asked tentatively.
“Nine streams and ten schools of thought, including Confucianism, Taoism, Yin and Yang, Dharma, Ming, Mohism, Zongheng, Za, Nong, and Novel.”
"And military strategists are taboo among the kings of the world and are not listed among them. I wonder which sect Feng Langjun comes from?"
Han Qiu didn’t answer the question.
“Miscellaneous family.”
Feng Yong insisted.
Han Qiu nodded and believed Feng Yong's words.
Because no one would make fun of their own school.
“So Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng was written by a novelist?”
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 a look of yearning.
“Novelists often record secrets among the people, but what they record cannot be found in 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 secret novels such as “Zidian Qingshuang Ji”, which must have been passed down by his master.”
Feng Yong remained silent, he did not 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'an Jun's Art of War"? I still have "Wu Mu's Suicide Note"!
I have no idea!
Don’t talk nonsense!
Feng Yong's expression finally changed. Did I meet a guy who was obsessed with reading novels?
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 disliked 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 In the sea, it is powerful throughout the world.”
"If he hadn't obtained the extraordinary book, why would he have been miserable in the first half of his life and unparalleled in the second half of his life?"
The more Han Qiu said, the more excited he became: "Feng Langjun, Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng, can you tell me where you are 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 the country", "unparalleled in merits and unparalleled in the world", was regarded as a "soldier fairy" and "divine commander" by later generations.
You asked Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng about Han Xin? Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng knew something!
“People in the world have asked many questions about it, but none of them heard it, so how can I know it?”
Feng Yong shied away.
Han Qiu had expected that he would say this and didn't mind.
“If there is an old relationship between Feng Langjun’s master and Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng’s master, 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 seems to have concluded that Feng Yong must know Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng.
"what?"
"It's the "Wu'an Jun's Art of War" that our ancestors once obtained as recorded in "Zidian Qingshuang Ji"!"
eaten!
Feng Turtle's forehead was sweating 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 invaded by three tribes back then, where are his descendants?"
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, "Does Feng Langjun know about Chen Xi?"
(End of this chapter)