Writing is a necessary condition for the development of a nation, and if you want to inherit your own culture, an ethnic group must develop your own writing.

But to be able to form their own words, the ethnic group will definitely be not small, is it that this snow barbarian located in the north is also very large.

When I return to the capital, I want to know about this snow man.

Su Lu thought so.

There are many classics of the Luojing Mountain School, including martial arts secrets, missionary scriptures, and various classics, which are placed on the first floor of the Tibetan scripture building.

"Here."

Gao Dabao led Su Lu to the corner of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, pointing to the piles of classics and saying.

Su Lu picked up a copy casually and flipped through it.

It's a martial arts cheats.,The dark blue cover is a curved font.,It looks a little eye-catching.,Su Lu has a feeling of illiteracy again.,I don't know this word.。

When I opened the cover, there was white silk paper inside, which was soft to the touch, because the book had been written for too long, and the original white silk paper had been a little yellowed.

Similarly, there is still a crooked font on it, which makes Su Lu deeply experience the feeling of being illiterate when he reads.

"I don't know those words."

Next to him, ** held a cheats, shook his head and said, he also experienced the feeling of illiteracy, and he felt very uncomfortable.

Su Lu left the cheats on the ground, and commanded:

"Go to Dingxiangwei, ask them if anyone knows these shells, and I want to translate all of them, make a record, and store them in the internal file."

The people took the command.

Su Lu looked at the scripture building, there were quite a lot of shelves for cheats, there were more than a dozen shelves in each horizontal and vertical, up to the roof, except for a few books on the shelves against the south wall, the rest were full of cheats.

Su Lu took out a copy casually and glanced at it, it was a swordsmanship cheatbook, with stick figures and text introductions, in Su Lu's opinion, this swordsmanship is a little childish, and it may work well if it is fought alone, but it really needs to be used between battle formations, and it is completely useless.

I flipped through a few books casually, and I actually saw a book about the joint fencing formation, the Taiyi Sancai Sword Formation, the three of them hit together, advancing and retreating together, which is a good method for small teams to attack together.

Su Lu threw the cheats to the tall treasure next to him:

"This book is good, with a slight change, it is also good to use it in the battle array."

Gao Dabao flipped it casually:

"Master, this is a sword formation, most of the brothers use guns, knives, and some use axes, but this sword alone is used by very few people, and some of the guards and female officials in the palace use this weapon."

Su Lu glared at Gao Dabao:

"Who let you use a sword, Taiyi Sancai Sword Formation, can't it be changed to Taiyi Sancai Spear Formation?"

"In addition to teaching, don't you study the method of military formations, take this back, give them detailed reference, and see if you can study a good combined attack formation, three people, or even two people, can form a military formation."

Gao Dabao was a little disapproving, with the power of the prince's military formation, the brothers were already invincible, and it didn't matter if there were these sect leaders studying the military formation.

But the prince commanded, just do it.

Gao Dabao stretched out his hand to summon a few guards and commanded:

"Look at these cheats, what are they suitable for, forget it, whether it is suitable or not, they are all packed and transported to the lecture hall, and it is said that the mountain chief sent it back."

Not to mention that the guards packed up the cages and packed the cheats and various documents, Su Lu followed **, went out of the Tibetan Scripture Building, and saw the women who were tortured by the Luojingshan faction.

Hundreds of tortured women in the shape of a Chéng Rén filled the courtyard, and on both sides of the mountain path, on the flatter slopes.

Those who are weak and unable to move are being watched by two guards, and those who are weak but can walk on their own are led by one janitor even a dozen.

The women cried when they saw the bastards who had tormented them cut down in a pool of blood.

First there were two lowly sobs, and then it spread to the group, and the women, whether lying down or standing, began to sob, venting their sadness.

Looking at these women covered in bruises, Su Lu had a headache, how should I arrange them?

"**, tell me, these women, how to arrange?"

**With bitterness on his face, he pondered it for a moment and lowered his head:

"The lower officials are incompetent, and I don't know how to arrange them to return to their original lives."

The mountain wind gradually rose, blowing the banners of the Luojingshan faction hunting, blowing the battle flags of the Praetorian guards crackling and fluttering, blowing the sobbing sound of the women to every corner of the mountain.

Su Lu shook his head:

"I can't go back."

"No matter how much their families cherish their women, they will never be able to return to their old lives."

"Social etiquette and religion kill people invisibly."

The **, who originally wanted to argue for a few words, was stunned for a moment, and then lowered his head again, what the prince said was right, they couldn't go back.

These hundreds of women, how to solve their livelihoods, ** I really can't think of it.

Su Lu commanded and said:

"Okay, you go back, requisition the cart, and say that the Praetorian Guard Battalion will be requisitioned, and the people will be transported to the capital, and the Praetorian Guard Battalion will be paid according to the market price, and the people will not suffer."

"Publicize the affairs of the Luojingshan faction, publicize the faces of these martial arts factions, and let the people know what these are like."

"In the future, you can no longer be deceived by these people."

**Hearing the words, bow down and clasp your fists and salute:

"The lower officials understand that they will do things beautifully."

Su Lu turned around and instructed Wang Xiaoliu next to him:

"Pass the order, pack up the corpse, throw it in the mountains to feed the wolves, clean the house of the Luojing Mountain faction, and stay in Luojing Mountain for a few days, and wait for ** to requisition enough carts, and then we will set off back to Beijing."

Wang Xiaoliu asked with red eyes:

"What should these women do, my lord?"

"Let them come back to Beijing with us."

Su Lu's tone was full of dullness and said, these women are also a big trouble to deal with.

It's not difficult to feed them, but it's not easy to feed them for a lifetime, and Su Lu also has a headache now.

**After descending the mountain, not long after, the medical officer of the Weizhou Mansion and a large number of pharmacy managers and doctors rushed over to help the medical officer of the Praetorian Guard Camp to deal with the women who were tortured.

Up and down Luojing Mountain, wherever there is a house, you can hear the screams of the women, all night long.

Three days later, the carts requisitioned by the Weizhou government were basically complete.

The women also recovered from the initial shock, and their emotions began to stabilize, and the slightly tougher ones were able to communicate with the guards and tell them about their miserable situation.

Some women want to go home, they don't want to go to the capital, some women don't want to go anywhere, they just want to die on this Luojing Mountain, and as the initial fear subsides, these women's own thoughts begin to pop up.

Gao Dabao and Wang Xiaoliu came to Su Lu to ask for advice, the two old men, the man who never shed tears in the war, his eyes were red from crying.

"Take them all back to the capital."

Su Lu commanded.

The two were a little stunned, and they both brought them back to the capital?