A deserted courtyard without a door. Grass in the courtyard. Paths in the grass. Two peach trees blooming on the path. An alcove bungalow behind a peach tree. The door of the bungalow was open. A dusty doorway. The gatehouse flies eaves, and the corners of the walls are covered with cobwebs. If it weren't for the swear of Roupu Wei Er's gambling curse, Meng Langao really couldn't believe that this was the home of his friend Wei Ying. Meng Langao stood at the door of this desolate courtyard, looking left and right, looking very hesitantly and hesitantly not daring to enter this small courtyard. But the characteristics of this small courtyard are in line with the characteristics of others suing him. So, he probed his brain and shouted to the small courtyard: "Is there anyone?" No one in the courtyard answered, and the silence was terrible. This is like a small courtyard inhabited, as if it had been abandoned for many years. Meng Langao had no choice but to walk into the small courtyard, and then walked into the open door to see: inside the house, a musty smell came to his face. He was about to withdraw and return, when he saw a figure under the north window. He stopped to look again, and then he saw the bed under the window. A case on the couch. Among the bamboo slips piled up on the couch and on the desk, a person lying on the back is carving Jane with his heart. He took a closer look, it was not his friend Wei Yang, it was the other one. So he shouted in surprise: "Wei Ying! In the shouting, the person at the desk trembled, and the carving knife in his hand snapped and fell on Jane. Lan Gao, Meng Langao" Wei Ying bounced off the couch and pounced on his friend. Knock, knock! After the two friends punched each other in the left chest, Lang Lang laughed and walked to the couch and sat down while laughing. Seven years no see. Brother is still hard work, brother is not as good! Seven years no see. The reputation of seeing is praised, and the habit of vain praise is not changed! Haha, haha!

The two old friends looked up to the sky and laughed. After laughing, Meng Langao grabbed Wei Yang's robe and dragged it away. While dragging and saying, "Wei Ying! The peach blossoms outside the courtyard are thick, and the spring scenery is charming. Why should we bother in this dimly lit room and talk about each other for seven years. Why not take the wine to the suburbs like the window, and enjoy the pride? Wei Yang struggled with Meng Langao's hand holding his robe, and seeing that he couldn't break free, he gave up pulling, and said with a gloomy face: "That's it." The deceased is like this, and the heroism of classmates without a long journey is gone. Don't hide it from Brother Gao, for the scene, the color, and the matter, the brother has already exhausted himself. I only want the knowledge in my chest, so that I can leave it for future generations, and I can work hard and live simply. Meng Langao sighed: "Sad! Strong! Only Brother Martingale also. The life of the scholar hangs in the hands of the powerful. The powerful don't use it, and the scholars have no choice but to bully the bamboo slips. A bamboo, a knife, the scholar can pick it up at hand. A day, a month, a year, the scholar can be vented at any time. The genius of the martingale brother could not escape the helplessness of the scholar and vented his anger at the life of the bamboo slip. Sigh, sigh! Let's go out for a walk! In this musty house, not only Brother Martingale is sad and simple, I am afraid that Lan Gao and I will also follow in his footsteps. After Wei Yang sighed, he raised his head and said resolutely: "Brother Gao, sad and simple, leaving the essence and blood of a scholar in the future generations is also the profession of a scholar." What's so sad? What's wrong with you following in their footsteps? What I have left to future generations is all good strategies for governing the country through economic help. If you don't use it in this life, you will definitely use it in future generations, and I will use my strategy to create a powerful hegemon and unify the seven countries. If you don't believe it, you see..."Meng Langao shook his hand and said, "No. The martingale brother's strategy is set as a rare room. But Gao didn't understand, why did Brother Martingale assert that he didn't care in this life? All right. You must be faint from the smell of mildew. Walk! I have to go out today for a new look. Walk! With that, he dragged Wei Yang and walked out. Wei Yang didn't have the heart to go out, even if his old friend who hadn't seen him for seven years came, he didn't want to go out and show his face. So, he asked while struggling: "What are you dragging?" Just talk about it in the house! Alas, good, good, good. Where are you dragging me to? Meng Langao said: "To the suburbs." "Which suburb?" Wei Yang asked. Meng Langao replied with a smile: "The northern suburbs are slubling. Scenic fishing. "Wei Yang knows that his old friend is a human being, and it is impossible for him to come without incident, he must know that he is embarrassed and come to help him. This sentence of scenic fishing is the key word, revealing Meng Langao's intention, so he asked confidently: "The student's teeth are also available." (Sub-teeth.) Jiang Ziya, the founding minister of the Western Zhou Dynasty, was 68 years old, Weishui fishing, and King Wen was the minister, and the Zhou Dynasty was rejuvenated) But where is King Wen? Meng Langao smiled slightly: "It will appear then." Wei Yang thought to himself: Are you still playing mystery with me? Anyway, I'm already alone now, and I have enough to eat, and the whole family is not hungry. There is nothing left to commemorate in this Wei country, and I can't say that my old friend really found a good job for myself, and I can't say that Lao Buzhu's words are on Meng Langao's body. So, he smiled: "Let's go!" You're often an anti-customer person anyway. ”

In this way, Wei Yang was dragged out of the moldy house by his friend Meng Langao and came to the northern suburbs. Northern suburbs. A river bay with a sluan water. Spring is blooming, and the breath of spring is everywhere. Under the weeping willows, the two alumni sat on the ground. Lan Gao Yao pointed to Anyi and asked: "With Jingshan in the east and Shushui in the north, a good Anyi city with the spirit of a king can unify the six countries?" "From the leylines, no. Because of the Zhongtiao Mountain, the leyline connecting the royal qi and the Central Plains is cut off. It's a pity, there are hundreds of capable ministers of Wuhou, when Anyi was built. Why aren't there people who are well-versed in the leylines? Otherwise, how could it be...... Alas! Wei Yingtou replied secretly without replying. Alas, sighing, it seems that it is not the nature of the martingale brother. Isn't it that Brother Martingale is accustomed to the life of the middle concubine and is ready to die in the middle concubine? Meng Langao looked at Wei Yang and asked aggressively. Wei Yang was asked aggressively by his old friend, evoking the passion when he was studying, waving his hands, and said excitedly: "What? Back then, you and I climbed Puyang Tower together. You have heard my oath: If you are not a famous minister, you will be a martingale in vain! Zhongshuzi, life is better than death. Brother Gao. Although I am down, I am still thinking: when will fate arrange for me to use the learning of my life to create a brilliant miracle of governance? Middle-aged? Elderly? ......" Meng Langao applauded and praised: "Haha! Brother Martingale was as proud as he was back then. Gratifying, congratulations! "What is the joy, what is the congratulations? Martingale has spent thirty-six years in vain, and sighs that he has no national knowledge. Martingale often hates the sky, and he can't be at the same time as Li Kui and Ximen Leopard! Wei Yang said angrily. Meng Langao laughed: "Haha! From now on you will be mournful and simple. Brother, can you ask: Brother Marting! If you are really at the same time as Li Kui and Ximen Leopard, can Wei Wuhou let you show what you have learned? "Yes." Wei Qin replied in the affirmative. Meng Langao Yaoyao, after taking a sip of water, slowly refuted: "Can it?" Gao can't see it. Because the first thing to do is to judge the situation. But what about you, Brother Marting? will only complain about the heavens and worry about people. "Me!? Complaining? Wei Yang looked at Meng Langao in disbelief and hesitated. Isn't it? Looking at the Seven Kingdoms, you have been fighting for war for many years, and the world is in chaos. And chaos is to provide Nengchen with the momentum of soaring up to 90,000 miles. If there is no chaos, how can the ministers rule? After Meng Langao asked in a loud voice, he turned to reprimand Wei Yang sharply: "You sighed that you were born at the wrong time, don't you just complain that King Wei doesn't use you." You only remember Wei. But what is the future of Wei? From the time Wei Wuhou* left Wu, he began to dig his own grave. A master who only knows pleasure and likes to listen to the songs of the court, can he think forward and create great talents? Brother Martingale! How can you not give up on it? The world is so big! Meng Langao's words were like a giant hammer hammer in Wei Yang's heart. Oh, yes! How could I be? It's not that I want to be like this, it's the environment that makes me like this. I want to go, but I go inside? Although the world is big, there is no place for me. He looked at his friend and explained, "I've thought about all of this. Tsukasa also persuaded me to go. Qi Xiangzi has also invited me to join Qi many times on behalf of King Qi! But they don't really know me. After I went, it wasn't the same as in Wei. The vast seven countries, the land of martingale and the cone. Cry out! Sigh! Meng Langao knew that his friend had the intention of leaving, and it was enough. He smiled happily: "Alright, Brother Marting! You're now in a Jedi with no way out, so sad and sighing. But you claim to have only passed Wu Qi. In the past, it only took five years to make a dilapidated Yichu, a powerful Zhou room and the six countries were shocked. So, what kind of conditions do you need to show your talents? When Wei Yang heard this, he was already familiar with the words in his heart, and blurted out: "The lord who has the long-cherished wish of strengthening the country, the master who can recognize my talents, and the authority to let me do what I have learned." Meng Langao stroked his palms and said, "That's it?" Say. Okay, I'll give! "You?" Wei Yang believes in his friend. "Can't give it?" Meng Langao knew that his friend was suspicious, so he deliberately asked a ridiculous question. "Where! It's not connected to what you're doing. Wei Yang knew that he had gone too far, and his friend ran to Wei to persuade him in order to help him. But he was still suspicious of his friend, so he was busy explaining. Who knew that Meng Langao didn't mean to blame Wei Yang at all, but a joy that could help his friend overflowed on his face, and he said with a smile: "Haha! Shibei three days should be impressive? Mo said that he was still a friend who hadn't seen him for seven years. Brother martingale, look! As he spoke, he took out a roll of notice from his sleeve and showed it in front of Wei Qin's eyes.

Wei Yang looked at the bamboo slip suspiciously, and asked, "Whose order?" The corners of Meng Langao's mouth turned up proudly: "Qin Guogong's." "Ahh After Gongsun Yang snatched it from Meng Langao's hand, he unfolded it and took a look: In the past, I Miao Gong was between Qi Yong, cultivating virtue and martial arts, Dongping and Jin Chaos, taking the river as the boundary, tyranny Rong Zhai in the west, thousands of miles of vast land, the Son of Heaven to Bo, and the princes Bi He, for the glory and beauty of future generations. The past will be the calendar, the restlessness of the Jiangong, the unrestlessness of the son, the country's internal worries, not to mention foreign affairs, the three Jin Dynasty attacked my first monarch Hexi, the princes are humble and ugly. Dedication to the throne, the restoration of the hometown of the Duke of Miao, the revision of the decree of the Duke of Miao, the widow misses the meaning of the ancestors, and often hurts in the heart. The guests and ministers have those who can make strange plans to strengthen Qin, and I respect the officials and share the land with them. "Good, good, good!" Gongsun Ying praised it after reading it, and his envy was overflowing. After a burst of excitement, he suddenly sighed and stared blankly at the water. "Haha, haha——!" Meng Langao stroked his palms and laughed: "Sighing is not a sigh for the reuse of Qin Guogong." There is no one to recommend you in the water, and you will be the recommender who holds the handle of Qin overnight. Wei Yang turned his head, looked at his friend and said, "Lan Gao, who knows me!" Brother Gao, this time you can't follow Wei Chen, if you go, you will make a big splash in the Six Kingdoms. So, someone has to recommend ......" Lan Gao knows. Brother has already prepared all the things for you to enter Qin, just waiting for you to decide. Meng Langao patted his chest and said. Do you have an old friend Qin? Wei Qin asked in surprise. Yes. Duke Qin's favored minister, and the eunuch of Jingren. Meng Langao replied with a smile. You ——! Lan Gao, how do you know a woman? No. Wei Yang's subconscious opposition blurted out. Alas——! Gao didn't expect that the vices of the scholars were also shared by Brother Marting. You're afraid of what people say about you! said that if you borrowed someone to enter the body, you will lose your identity and reputation as a scholar. Those who achieve great things focus on the purpose and the result. Can those who value means achieve great things? Meng Langao accused Wei Yang harshly, showing his face with regret. This...... Quite right. Wei Yan responded with a sigh, and suddenly remembered the thunderstorm day he swore to God. Meng Langao didn't know the oath of that thunderstorm, and thought that his friend was persuaded by himself, so he smiled proudly, took out a bundle of bamboo slips, handed it to Wei Yang, and said happily: "Jing Jian is the brother of my old friend." It is not a matter of raising hands to recommend you by the first favorite minister of the Duke of Qin. Take it! This is a letter to the Jing Supervisor. "This ......" The old friend was so thoughtful that Wei Yang was very upset, and he suddenly felt embarrassed. No push, no thanks. Don't forget to retreat after a big event. Meng Langao stopped Wei Yang's resignation, and asked in a sincere tone. You—not going? Wei Yang knew that Meng Langao didn't go, and he came specifically for his own business, so he asked puzzled. Idlers in the mountains. Besides, he has no brother's talent and courage. Brother just wait for you to retire and drink to your heart's content. Meng Langao was free and easy, and after telling his friends what he was thinking, he laughed.