It was dark early in winter, and it was already dark just after the end of the day, and the disciples all returned to the house one after another.

Qiu Zhan pushed the door in with the food box, bringing a gust of cold wind, he shivered in the cold, quickly closed the door, and chattered: "I brought porridge, three buns, and a plate of sauerkraut, didn't you say that you have no appetite for eating, eating sauerkraut is the most appetizing." ”

As he spoke, he came to Luo Meng's small room, and before he entered the door, he saw two pairs of eyes looking directly at him, and Qiu Zhan put down the food box with his hand: "I'll go read the book first." ”

Wu Shiwei turned his head again and smiled: "Brother Zhen's friends, if they are really not simple, if I remember correctly, he is the second Lang second only to the head of the case this year, I heard that this person is well-read, and he also has the ability to never forget, he is a rare genius." ”

"Acquaintance is fate, and only when you get together can you intersect, as for the rest, you don't value it very much. ”

Wu Shiwei looked meaningfully at the person who was still sick in bed, and returned to the issue that the two of them talked about just now, "I am completely my own person as Brother Luo, and Brother Yang really doesn't need to hide it from me."

Since you have taken the initiative to show favor to me, you must have wanted the two of us to join forces. Now I know that Brother Luo's identity is extraordinary, but you don't tell the truth, Shiwei doesn't know if Brother Luo treats me like his own. ”

He seemed to be gloomy and sad, and he seemed to be very aggrieved by his distrust of Luo Meng. However, although he was waiting for Luo Meng's answer on his face, he was already speculating in his heart.

Luo Meng's external identity is the son of Orion, but I believe that not only him, but many people do not believe it. The bearing that does not match the civilians, as well as the martial arts, all say that this person is not simple.

What made Wu Shiwei even more convinced was the successive surprises that Meng Meng gave him in the past two days, and even after this afternoon, he turned from surprise to fright.

He could think that Wang Zhan and Wang Cheng must be obsessed with his bookshelf at this time, the bookshelf that even shocked him. That's right, the dozens of rare books of all kinds that are sitting in his room.

However, the truth of the matter, those books are not owned by Wu Shiwei, but by Yang Meng.

Wu Shiwei also flipped through a few books, and basically came to the conclusion that this person knows astronomy and geography, and he is simply inhuman.

Although the book may not seem to be much, it covers a wide range of topics, including politics, history, geography, arithmetic, medicine, gossip, feng shui, and so on. What made Wu Shiwei even more frightened was that each of those books had annotations, and the handwriting was also from the same person.

He was now fully convinced that Meng must have studied all those books thoroughly, even if it seemed almost impossible to everyone, no one could really master everything, and one essence must have other sparseness. But he believes that Yang Meng is definitely different from ordinary people.

What kind of identity will make this teenager who is almost the same age as himself a lot higher than himself?

At this moment, on the one hand, Wu Shiwei wanted to know the true identity of Luo Meng, but on the other hand, he told himself that no matter what his identity was, he had made up his mind with this friend. How quick it is to work with this person.

Luo Meng didn't go to class today, but after a day of cultivation, his spirit looked much better. His expression looked calm, with his unique righteousness in his eyes, he was not aggressive, giving people a sense of trustworthiness.

Wu Shiwei looked a little stunned, his expression was clear but ambitious. Yes, judging from the eyesight that he has been accustomed to seeing the faces of all kinds of businessmen since he was a child, he saw ambition in the eyes of Luo Meng.

"Young Master Wu, do you know about the Righteous March?" asked him lightly.

Righteous March. Wu Shiwei's heart was shocked for an instant, and he was speechless for a while.

The righteous march, who doesn't know who doesn't know, is the strongest group of rebels at the moment, and I heard that it has consolidated its power in the southern Hunan area. His cavalry and infantry, including the navy, numbered as many as one million, and it was still greatly expanded.

The common people have mixed opinions about the righteous march, some say that it is a desire to usurp the throne and punish it, while others say that it is a new type of force that can end the corrupt rule of the West Night and open a new era of peace and prosperity.

Wu Shiwei was shocked for a while before he gradually calmed down, and when he came back to his senses, he felt that sweat was dripping on his forehead. He raised his sleeves awkwardly and wiped his sweat, and was silent for a moment before he asked tentatively: "Brother Zhen is the young master of the righteous march?"

He is not a fool either, and he has long heard of the deeds of the young master of the righteous march. Five-year-old poetry, seven-year-old arithmetic, ten-year-old geography and feng shui, Yang Meng has such a talent and bearing, and mentioned the righteous march, so that he has to suspect that this person is the young master of the righteous march passed down by the people.

Speaking of this righteous march, people who don't know the power only skip a sentence, but Wu Shiwei understands that now the West Night no longer has the glory of a hundred years ago, the government is controlled by the first assistant and the taiwei, the emperor has become a puppet emperor, and those two old guys, in order to consolidate their powerful position, have already assimilated the ministers of the court and the central government, and they are all a group of pedantic old things.

The current government is like a group of lifeless old people, who are blocked by them day and night, where is there any life, how can a lifeless country survive forever.

Wu Shiwei thought about these words countless times in his heart, but he didn't dare to say them. The Wu family has only produced one scholar for generations, and the old man was not allowed at first, first, he looked down on the pride of the scholar, and secondly, he hoped that his mantle could be inherited by the eldest son.

But Wu Shiwei has ideals in his heart, he hates calculations with businessmen, and he also hates to tear his face for the copper smell.

He has great ambitions in his heart and countless ideas for the benefit of the people, and he wants to change this already corrupt government, and it is precisely because of this that he lobbied countless times to finally win the opportunity to study in Yangshan Academy.

He was the son of a merchant, and his status was lower than that of a farmer, but he walked on this high platform by himself. However, no one knew what he was thinking, and they couldn't see his ambition under the surface, and they all laughed at him in their hearts for being full of copper stench.

Luo Meng was not in a hurry to answer, but affirmed: "What you think, I think." He knew what Wu Shiwei was thinking, as early as the beginning.

He was indeed the young master of the Righteous March, and this sentence was deeply imprinted in his mind from the time he was five years old. He has read all kinds of group books since he was a child, and his father said that as the future leader, he must understand more than everyone else.

He was accustomed to seeing the displacement of the poor people, witnessing the trampling of people's names by the powerful like mustard, and experiencing the decay of the current government, like a crowd struggling on the edge of life and death, he could not see the slightest hope.

I don't know when it became his life's desire to shoulder the responsibility of the world.

Luo Meng had already taken a fancy to Wu Shiwei, he knew that Wu Shiwei could become the person who walked with him, and he knew how much the Wu family helped the righteous march, he wanted to recruit for a long time, but he had been missing the opportunity, and now, everything is just right.

After a brief period of consternation, Wu Shiwei finally regained his senses, and just now, he learned a shocking news. The righteous march army is the biggest rival of the imperial court, and the identity of the lord has always been mysterious and unknowable, but now there is a young master of the righteous march sitting in front of him.

Should it be said that Luo Meng trusted him, or was he not afraid of him? Wu Shiwei didn't know what to think about now, and he urgently needed someone to think about it calmly.

Luo Meng seemed to see what he was thinking, and reminded him: "The hour is almost up, if Young Master Wu doesn't go back, he will miss the opening of the show." ”

Wu Shiwei then remembered that there was something important, and just as he wanted to leave, he immediately got up and gave his hand: "Shiwei will go first, Brother Zhen take care of his health, Shiwei will come to visit another day." ”

Luo Meng bowed slightly, watching Wu Shiwei leave with fluttering steps.

Tonight, for Wu Shiwei, it must be another sleepless night. He smiled and lay down on his side to rest.