Da Bong fights more people

There was an uproar, and the frying pan was like a frying pan.

Pei Manxilou conceded defeat, feeling ashamed.

Moreover, in order to be able to copy Xu Cijiu's military book, he did not hesitate to pretend to be a student.

The nobles and generals stared straight at the military book in Pei Manxilou's hand, as if it was the most attractive thing in the world.

Wang Shoufu looked deeply at Xu Erlang, his eyes and expression froze.

Wang Simufang's heart was beating wildly, and she looked obsessively at Xu Erlang who stood proudly in the field.

Leaning on crutches, the Tai Tuo took two steps forward, squinted his eyes, looked up and down, then stamped his crutches twice, stroked his beard and laughed loudly:

"This is the person I am admiring, and this is the real rising star."

The three princesses and the four princesses looked at Xu Cijiu with brilliant eyes.

"The Xu family is really a pair of heroes, Xu Qi'an is already extremely dazzling, this Xu Bijiu is not inferior at all." Someone said with emotion.

Zhang Shen snatched the book of war from Pei Man Xilou, and read it with deep confusion.

His expression changed, exactly the same as that of Pei Man Xilou just now.

After he finished reading, he was already dumbfounded.

"No, no, who wrote this military book? Farewell, who wrote it?" Zhang Shen asked excitedly.

He doesn't know the level of his disciples?Xu Cijiu was outstanding in the art of war, but it is absolutely impossible to write such a world-class art of war.

The author of this military book is someone else.

Zhang Shen couldn't wait to know who the original author was, and there was such a character in Dafeng.

Xu Nian nodded slowly: "It is true that I did not write this military book."

The whole hall was stunned in an uproar, and everyone looked at him blankly and confused, and then glanced at Zhang Shen.

Gradually, after thinking about it, the author of this military book that impressed Pei Manxilou was someone else?

"It's Wei Yuan, isn't it Wei Yuan?" Zhang Shen asked again.

All eyes fell on Xu Erlang.

Wei Yuan and Pei Man Xilou muttered to themselves.

Wei Yuan!Everyone suddenly realized.

"What's the matter with Duke Wei?"

Xu Erlang frowned, feeling a little displeased, his eyes swept across the crowd, and he raised his voice: "This is the book of war written by my elder brother."

In an instant, inside and outside the pergola, beside the Luhu Lake, the quiet needle drop can be heard.

ps: I really hope to write the [-]D chapter every day, but my mind says: No, you can’t do it.

Chapter 2 and seven parties

In the whole scene, a needle could be heard at this moment, and after a few breaths, huge shock and astonishment exploded in everyone's hearts, and then set off a frenzy of discussion.

The uproar this time was far greater than any previous one.

The book of war that subdued the arrogant Pei Manxilou and the book of war that made the great Confucian Zhang Shen applaud was not written by Xu Xinnian, but the name that has almost become taboo

Written by Xu Qi'an of Qian Yingong?

"It's Xu Yinluo's book on warfare. How is this possible? He's not a scholar."

"Xu Yinluo, he's just a martial artist."

Although Xu Qi'an was no longer an official, everyone still used to call him Xu Yinluo.

The students of the Imperial College were blown away, you said what you said, expressed your views and opinions, and even no longer cared about the occasion.

Most people find it absurd and unbelievable, not because they look down on Xu Qi'an, but because the matter itself is unreasonable, shocking, confusing and confusing.

At this time, in the Imperial College, a student shouted loudly:

"Don't forget, Xu Yinluo is the top poet. Who would have thought that he would write one after another amazing masterpieces?"

His words immediately attracted the approval of the students, and they shouted loudly, as if to persuade other students who couldn't believe it:

"Xu Yinluo is not a scholar, but he can write poems, why can't he write the art of war? And, have you forgotten, Xu Yinluo has been on the battlefield. That day in Yunzhou, he alone defended against eight thousand rebels. Die from exhaustion."

Hearing this, the other students came to their senses. That's right, Xu Yinluo is not a young man who has never been on the battlefield. In Yunzhou, he alone held off thousands of rebels.

"Xu Yinluo is truly a peerless genius."

"That's right, Xu Yinluo is not a scholar, which means that he is astonishingly talented and a rare genius in the world."

"Damn it, why does such a person take up martial arts? He might not be a son of man."

For a time, the praises of the students of the Imperial College were overwhelming.

Some students who were aggrieved for a long time even provocatively said:

"Pei Manxilou, you said that you are self-taught. Coincidentally, our Xu Yinluo is also self-taught. I have to admit that you are very talented, but every mountain is as high as another mountain. The Xu Yinluo we worship is that you will never be able to mountains to cross."

Everyone immediately agreed.

Pei Manxilou was expressionless and speechless.

The boy with vertical pupils clenched his fists tightly, his facial muscles twitched, as if he wanted to kill, but tried his best to endure.

He was about to go crazy, the situation was very good, everything was going according to Brother Pei Man's plan, except for a few well-known and respected Confucian scholars who did not end well, none of the contemporary scholars was a match for Brother Pei Man.

Xu Qi'an, who only knew his name but never met him, actually thwarted Brother Pei Man's plan and made them fetch water from a bamboo basket in vain.

Huang Xian'er bit her lip, her charming eyes fluttered, she didn't know what she was thinking about.

It turned out that it was written by his elder brother. Xu Dalang was willing to hand over such a wonderful book to him. The relationship between the brothers was deeper than I imagined. gratified.

Based on Xu Erlang's own ability alone, in his father's eyes, he was a little weak.But if he had a big brother behind him who advised him to do his best, his father would not despise Erlang.

Thinking of this, she glanced at her father quietly, and sure enough, Wang Shoufu stared deeply at Xu Erlang.

Wang Simu was secretly happy, and with today's meeting, Erlang's reputation will also rise.

For a moment, Huaiqing couldn't help but want to turn her head to look at a certain guard behind her, but she controlled her impulse, stiffened her neck, and kept her sitting posture not understanding.