The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Along the way, Fang Yun kept thinking and quickly figured out why Cai Qi Yan Wu took so long.

"A military strategist actually attaches first importance to the holy way of wisdom, followed by the holy way of courage. I have spent so much talent and time, and I have relied on a large amount of military art and history to complete the task of concealing the truth. I can only say that my talent is enough. However, the true way of wisdom The Holy Way not only tests the known, but also tests the unknown and unexpected situations. Only by passing the current test can one be considered to have superior intelligence and be qualified to obtain the Holy Way of Wisdom for his military skills!"

"There is a saying in "The Art of War" that 'disadvantages can be solved', which means that disadvantageous factors must be considered under favorable conditions. I use the best of luck to turn unfavorable conditions into advantages, but this advantage is hidden within If it is disadvantageous, I must resolve it, otherwise this military book will not be qualified to obtain the power of the Holy Way of Wisdom."

Fang Yun thought slowly, and after a while, he found four generals who he thought were brave, resourceful and relatively loyal. He whispered his orders, and the four people left one after another after receiving the order.

With no pursuers behind them, Jingguo's soldiers felt relaxed. However, because they had not eaten enough in the morning, the team moved slower and slower at noon. However, Fang Yun had a reason to continue moving forward if there were pursuers in the future. At the same time, he asked them to put heavy armor and other things on the armored ox cart. Armored oxen can be more tolerant than humans.

The soldiers complained constantly along the way, but they could bear it.

You must rest at night. If you march overnight, the team will inevitably collapse under the dual pressure of hunger and exhaustion.

Jing Jun set up camp, and soon it was time to eat.

Hungry soldiers lined up in more than ten long lines, holding bowls to get rice.

The soldier at the front of the first team was so tall that no one dared to compete with him for first place. He handed his bowl to the cook.

The cook took a spoonful of gruel and put it into the soldier's bowl.

The soup is clear, and a thin layer of yellow rice sinks to the bottom of the bowl.

When the soldier saw it, he said angrily: "It doesn't matter if it has no vegetables or meat. What kind of porridge is this? It's obviously rice soup! None of you food transporters are good! Give me another spoonful!"

The cook said with a sad face: "We are really out of food. Master Yu said that we can only eat these today. If we stay up another day tomorrow, new military rations will be delivered. Don't be anxious."

"Fuck you! Who doesn't know that Yu Yingxiao is so evil? I haven't eaten for a day, so you let us drink rice soup? I don't accept it! Brothers, you can judge whether this soldier can still be a soldier!"

"We want porridge and rice, not rice soup!"

"No rice soup!"

The tall soldier's words were like lighting firecrackers. The soldiers who had been hungry all day became angry. Many soldiers even took out their weapons and surrounded the cook.

The cooks cried out that they were wronged, and each one deliberately said something about Yu Yingxiao and mentioned the name repeatedly. Soon some soldiers got tired of this person, and finally almost all the soldiers began to hate Yu Yingxiao.

Just when everyone was making a fuss, two people appeared with a chair. Fang Yun sat on the chair with a bowl in his hand and said nothing.

The noisy soldiers initially wanted Fang Yun to give an answer and kept making noises, but Fang Yun didn't say a word and silently handed his bowl to the cook and made a bowl of gruel that was exactly the same as the others. He drank up the porridge on his face, then faced the crowd and turned the bowl upside down.

A drop of clear rice soup fell to the ground and rolled into the soil.

Most of the soldiers shut up and continued to line up, but a few remained dissatisfied.

At this time, the four generals who had received orders from Fang Yun came with a group of soldiers and escorted Yu Yingxiao, who was in charge of food and grass. Next to him, there was a person holding a pot of fragrant rice, and another person holding a pot of cooking rice. Good cured meats.

Yu Yingxiao was tied up and his mouth was gagged with rags. There was a trace of oil on the corner of his mouth, as if he had just eaten bacon.

All the soldiers instantly guessed a possibility, and their eyes turned red. They stared angrily at School Yu, and a surge of resentment gathered in the sky above the military camp.

A general said loudly: "For the record, General Fang, when I was on inspection, I smelled the smell of meat and rice. I was very curious. Even the master was seriously injured and could only drink a bowl of gruel. How could anyone still have it?" meat and rice Eat? So I smelled it and looked for it. I saw a lot of rice noodles and bacon in Yu Yingxiao's tent, and he was eating it secretly! !”

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu”

The soldiers couldn't bear it any longer and began to curse one after another. Many soldiers even walked over and spit in Yu Yingmao's face.

When the soldiers had scolded enough, Fang Yun raised his arm to shut everyone up, and then said sternly: "At this time of crisis, the whole army is suffering together, but Yu Yingxiao has a lot of fish and meat. It's shameful! Hateful! What happened before The army rations are obviously enough for us to last for another five days, but now it is not enough. You must be greedy for the food and grass! Such despicable people will not tolerate it. Come on, push out of the camp and kill them!"

"Yes!" Some generals and soldiers escorted Yu Yingxiao out of the barracks. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the executioner chopped off Yu Yingxiao's head with a single blow, blood rising to the sky, and Yu Yingxiao's head rolled to the ground.

Most of the resentment in the soldiers' hearts dissipated.

Fang Yun said loudly: "Yu Yingxiao must have hidden military rations. I ordered that each person should have two spoons of gruel today, chop the marinated meat into soup, and give everyone a bowl of broth!"

"Thank you, General Fang!"

"The general is unparalleled in his benevolence and righteousness!"

"General Gaoyi!"

All the soldiers shouted loudly and were grateful, thinking that it was Fang Yun who had given them more food.

But no one knew that tonight's meal was originally ordered to be two spoons of gruel and a bowl of broth per person, but Fang Yun ordered only one spoon of gruel and no broth.

It was obviously the same amount of food, but if Fang Yun had given it normally, it would most likely have triggered a mutiny at night. However, giving it in this way not only vented their anger, but also made them think they were getting more. Not only would the morale of the entire army be reduced, If it is damaged, it will even have strong cohesion. Even if the barbarians sneak attack at this time, they can still be undefeated.

Fang Yun nodded slightly to the soldiers and was about to leave when a heat spread throughout his body. He blinked involuntarily. The military camp in front of him disappeared, replaced by the desk and the last page of "Thirty-Six Strategies to Conceal the Sky".

The brush in Fang Yun's hand was controlled by an invisible force, slowly falling to the end and clicking a full stop.

The whole article is full of brilliance and strange sounds.

A strange light emanated from between the lines, illuminating the room, and from the pages came the sounds of battle, the roars of soldiers, the clash of weapons, the sound of drums, screams, and so on.

More than ten pages of paper flew up together, suspended in mid-air, and then a white mist appeared on the page. The white mist transformed into a process of replacing rice with soil, and finally entered the page and disappeared. Fang Yun knew that the white mist was the process of talent and martial arts, representing the integration of the holy way of wisdom into the art of war.

More than ten pages of paper shook slightly and suddenly disappeared.

Fang Yun immediately entered the world of strange books and saw an ancient book with only a dozen pages appearing inside.

Ordinary ancient books have blue covers, but the surface of this ancient book has a layer of metallic color, full of texture. The pages don't look like paper, but more like special metal.

"Thirty-Six Strategies"

The cover was opened, and the first page read: The first plan to hide the truth.

The beginning of this stratagem is to explain the strategy, the second part is to confirm it with the military statements of the military strategist and semi-sage, and finally it is to use specific examples and specific usage.

Fang Yun looked at this stratagem, and couldn't help but have something more in his mind. He knew the true use of this military book, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed. With a move in his heart, the metallic "Thirty-Six Strategies" appeared in his hands.

"The military strategy I wrote is really different from others! The military strategy that is integrated with the Holy Way of Wisdom is even more extraordinary! This plan of concealing the truth was originally to mix the fake with the real. If there is something, others will mistakenly think it is not there; if it is not, others will mistakenly think it is. Now. Now I just need to When talents are put into it, this book of war will form a strange power, making one thing become another thing in the eyes of others, but there is no actual change. In battle, whether it turns many people into one person or one person into many. People have unexpected effects.”

"However, my civil status is low and I don't have much talent. The scope and number of people I can cover now are limited. Once my civil status increases, I can use this strategy to turn a hundred thousand troops into one person in the eyes of others, and one person into a Thousands of troops! This is so terrifying. Even the most daring monster will be extremely panicked when he sees a person walking nearby suddenly become an army of 100,000. "

"If ten thousand people are turned into one barbarian, it will be a very powerful sneak attack strategy. Attacking the demon barbarian camp at night will be invincible!"

Fang Yun was both happy and frightened. This military strategist was indeed not as powerful as Zhan ShiCi in terms of lethality, but he was unpredictable and had terrible auxiliary abilities. No wonder his status was second only to Confucianism. No wonder the military strategist's semi-sage went to the demon world and felt like he was in an uninhabited land. .

Fang Yun held the "Thirty-six Strategies" military book in his hand and poured his talent into it. The military book glowed slightly, and Fang Yun looked at his brush.

An invisible force fell on the brush, and the brush immediately transformed into a book.

In the eyes of others, this book is just a book, but in Fang Yun's eyes, this book is translucent with a writing brush inside.

"Soldiers are impermanent, and water is impermanent. It can also be used to describe the current changes. It is such a power to hide from the sky, cover the eyes of others, and mislead them!"

Fang Yun sent "Thirty-Six Strategies" into the world of strange books, and was very happy in his heart.

With this "strategy to hide the truth from the sky", there will be endless ways to kill the enemy in the future.

"The writing of a military book about talents and martial arts becomes more and more difficult as it goes on, especially at the end, where the entire military book is tested, which is extremely difficult. I will not write the second plan for the time being, and will continue to study the classics of the saints in depth to lay the foundation for the future. I If I hadn't memorized the classics of military strategists and historians thoroughly, it would have been impossible to pass this talent show."

Fang Yun was happy, and carefully thought about the plan to hide the truth, and then continued reading.

Early the next morning, Fang Yun and Yang Yuhuan were having dinner at home, and there was a banging on the front door.

"Fang Banxiang! So happy! So happy! Our master is so happy!"

Fang Yun heard the voice of one of Feng Yuanjun's followers, and immediately remembered that Feng Yuanjun had gone to Wudao River a few days ago, but there had been no news these days.

.

After I finished writing, I checked it myself and then asked a friend to check it. However, I wrote it until four o'clock in the morning yesterday and couldn't find a friend, so there were many clerical errors yesterday. I have corrected them. I'm sorry. Hope the system updates normally.

The next chapter will be updated before 0 o'clock.