The house was in an uproar. [Full text reading. 】

There was a lot of talk from the crowd. "Isn't it the Art of War? What is this. It's just a military book as a birthday gift, is this appropriate? ”

"That's it! The three princes of the Han Dynasty gave a picture of the spring palace treasured by the royal family, and this gift is too cold. ”

A triangular-eyed boy interjected: "Could it be? Could it be that this book was written? The words were full of contempt and disdain. But some people noticed that this matter was unusual, how could Mo Fei's book be presented as a birthday gift in Miss You's hands.

The deliberately suppressed voice of discussion reached the ears of Old Lady Leng, and he was already very angry in his heart at this time. Sending an inconspicuous military book, isn't this a blatant loss of face. But considering the forces behind the You family and the terrible old woman, they can only suppress it. But seeing that his complexion had not changed much, the beard on his fat round face trembled slightly, "Miss You's kindness, the old man understands it, this time you came all the way to my Tang Dynasty, if there is any inconsiderate hospitality in our house, I hope you will forgive me." ”

Here You Shijing was still expressionless, as if he was thinking about something, nodding carelessly as an answer, but the afterglow caught the fleeting waves on Yaya's face, and then, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked a naughty smile. Seeing that the situation had eased, the person who gave the salute hurriedly continued to shout loudly.

The voice of the announcer is about to fall, and the sons of the sons will exaggerate and sigh at the generous hands of the famous houses, and the sons of the various mansions who have been praised by the discussion will be complacent, and the folding fan in their hands will be closed and opened, if they don't want to show their beautiful image in front of the beauties, they will really have their nostrils facing the sky.

In the corner over there, Ban Yuan sat silently at the table, next to a plate of red bean durian crisp. Although she doesn't like the environment here, it is full of frivolous boys who are pretentious and utilitarian. But I have to say, the pastries in this cold house are really delicious. It's just that the plate for food is too small, and there are only six pieces.

Half of the edge of the food was concentrated, and the girl's cheeks were bulging, like a hamster gnawing corn, and there was still a trace of pastry crumbs at the corner of her mouth. Mo Fei looked funny, so he took the whole plate of pastries in front of him and put them in front of Banyuan. Then he drank idle tea to himself, and just sits.

Separated by the crowd, the tour master silently held the teacup without moving, and the middle-aged man next to him looked at the crowd idly, his eyes swept over his daughter's face, and he pondered slightly.

But apparently this brief period of comfort ended as scheduled. I saw that the salute suddenly tightened his mouth, and his mind flipped over, but he still couldn't make up his mind, so his eyes trembled and he threw himself at the old lady Leng again, and fine beads of sweat flashed on his forehead.

Old lady Leng was stared at like this, and the irritability that arose just now because of the art of war swept over again, thinking that who in this Zhongzhou would dare to be a demon on the territory of my Leng family, wouldn't he not want to live. I don't believe anyone else will send a head? So he only glanced coldly at the servant who reported the salute, and then ignored it.

Besides, this minion survives in an environment with intricate relationships like the Leng family, not to mention other skills, but he is accustomed to knowing people's eyes. was swept away by the eyes of the master who had served him for many years, and he knew what to do next. Although he was stunned in his heart, he could only recite it: "Mo Fei...... "Mo Fei Soldier's Book", one." ”

Now the crowd really exploded. Some of the forces of the Han family, especially those who were hostile to Mo Fei, took the lead in becoming yin and yang.

"I'm fine with my ears, or books? It's really not ashamed to give your own book as a birthday gift! ”

"Tsk, don't you really think that you are a character, you will go out in the art of war when you fight, then Lao Tzu will become a chef after eating."

"I'm followed by a few beautiful girls all day long, I think he wrote a complete set of postures!" With a lewd laugh, a few people with thieves and rat-eyed eyes discussed.

Everyone's eyes, with doubts, disdain, and inquiry, all cast themselves on Mo Fei in the corner. Mo Fei just frowned slightly when he heard his name, so he didn't follow up, and still sat by himself, as if the person who was nominated for the gift just now was not him.

Yaya looked at everyone expressionlessly, but if you look closely, you will find that her gaze does not fall on everyone, but through the obstacles of the crowd, what she sees is You Shijing.

At the same time, You Shijing stood up from the table, and the broadsword behind his back cast a curved shadow on the ground along the corner of the table in the sunlight. Under the cover of a few strands of broken hair, the eyes against the light make people even more unpredictable.

"The Book of Soldiers is indeed written by the son of Mo Fei of the Tang Dynasty, but this book is only circulated among the families of military generals, and has not been issued to the people.

The crowd fell silent, thinking that no matter how powerful this book was, it was just a little experience of a general's march to fight. I didn't expect to have such treatment, so that the world's military generals are regarded as treasures!

As we all know, people who practice martial arts only recognize their fists, and whoever has strong fists will be qualified to speak and will be recognized by others. Since even the world's military generals recognize Mo Fei's military book and regard it as a rare book, then this military book may really be a rare book in the world. And isn't this writer even more powerful!

Seeing that everyone was gradually convinced, they began to admire Mo Fei from the bottom of their hearts. At this time, a sharp man's voice suddenly came: "Why do we believe what you say, it's all up to your mouth?" Miss You, although you look like a sign of loveliness, you still can't talk nonsense. In a burst of laughter, a few sons and brothers relied on someone to support them, and also echoed: "That's it, he has given you any benefits, you might as well talk about it." Could it really be your man? That would be a shame. ”

Hearing this, You Yi's eyes flashed quickly, these things who don't know whether they are alive or dead really regard themselves as the Buddha who is being offered. But my daughter's temper ...... I was never worried that she would lose.

You Shijing didn't move.

To be exact, before You Shijing was about to make a move, someone had already stood up.

Still dressed in white, Qin Fufeng stood up as if nothing had happened: "The Book of Soldiers was brought back to Daqin by me from Yanyun. After speaking, he turned to Mo Fei: "It is a great blessing for Qin to get this book." ”

No more words.

Suddenly, a voice sounded, "Who is Mo Fei?" ”

The sound is not big, not small, not heavy, not light, not sad or joyful, not emotional, as if a mechanical sound, silently falling into your ears.

Everyone looked at each other, trying to find out the source of the sound from the eyes of others, but they found nothing.

At this moment, Qin Fufeng frowned. Yaya's body moved forward, and You Shijing's hand was already on the hilt of Juque's sword......