After a sumptuous lunch, the master and apprentice got up and left, Xue'er sent them to the door of the restaurant, waved goodbye, and the master and apprentice also waved, and then walked in the direction of the Jiwen Museum.

On the way, Wang Yan couldn't help but ask, "Master, why doesn't Xue'er live in the Jiwen Pavilion?" ”

The old man smiled and said: "Although she is the owner of the museum, she has a lot of business to do every day, and the affairs in the museum are generally taken care of by the deputy owner Xiaohui, she only comes over occasionally to take a look, besides, the Jiwen Pavilion has its own system to ensure the operation, even if Xiaohui is not there, it is more than enough for a few children to deal with it." ”

Wang Yan suddenly realized and said, "So that's the case, no wonder Xiaohui is not here, Xue'er is not worried about Jiwen Pavilion at all." ”

The old man glanced at Wang Yan and said, "Let's go, I'll start teaching you the art of war when I go back, but you have to learn it by heart." ”

"I will, Master." Wang Yanlang replied.

The master and apprentice returned to the familiar courtyard, and after sitting down, the old man spoke: "Apprentice, now we have officially started to learn the art of war, the set of art of war you have learned is called "Taigong Art of War", do you know who Taigong is?" ”

Of course, this question was not difficult for Wang Yan, but I saw him straighten up and replied calmly: "Master, isn't it Jiang Ziya who assisted the Great Zhou Wu Wang Xing Zhou to fight the war?" ”

"Well, exactly, this art of war is mainly in the form of a dialogue between Jiang Taigong and King Wen of Zhou and King Wu, so I will talk about the first volume." After the old man finished speaking, he searched carefully in his memory.

Oh my! Master won't memorize it all, don't you want to be so fierce, Master, Master, you are definitely a proper super scholar in the world I live in!

The old man read word by word, from time to time to stop to discuss with Wang Yan, Wang Yan has a deep foundation in ancient writing, the complicated provisions of the "Art of War" by him as soon as he translated, it became a simple and clear modern text, he then explained according to some of the knowledge learned from the column of the hundred pulpits, and even made the old man full of praise, some really incomprehensible places, the old man also patiently explained to him, for a few days, the master and apprentice were intoxicated in the discussion of the art of war, and sometimes even forgot to eat, but, Wang Yan is not always learning the art of war, every time after speaking, the old man will take him around, streets, riversides, bridges, courtyards, all left the laughter of the master and apprentice, Wang Yan likes this learning method very much, in the world he originally lived in, he basically learned according to this method, however, he was often reprimanded by his parents and teachers, saying that he was not good at studying, just thinking about playing, no interest.

Once, when the master and apprentice were walking by the lake, Wang Yan cautiously asked, "Master, why don't you let me learn the art of war all the time, but learn while playing?" ”

The old man laughed and said: "Fool, if you want to hurry, you can't reach it, learn the art of war, I just want to guide you, more important is to think, remember not to be rigid, although your enthusiasm for learning is very strong, tireless, but in a day, the mental state will definitely change, I do this, is to adjust your state, let you combine work and rest, otherwise you will be tired, this is like a thousand miles of horse, you can't let it run all the time, but also let it rest and rest, drink some water, feed some forage." ”

Wang Yan's heart was churning, sighing, and sighed: "Such a simple truth, our ancestors knew it two thousand years ago, but two thousand years later, why don't future generations know it?" ”

Time flies unconsciously, and Wang Yan has studied the art of war for four days and has comprehended a lot of the essentials of soldiers.

That afternoon, the master and apprentice were discussing in the house, only to hear a rush of footsteps outside the house, and the two were puzzled when an extremely familiar voice came in, saying, "Uncle Cui, Brother Yutian, it's not good." ”

It's Cher's voice!

The master and apprentice hurriedly went out of the house, only to see Xue'er's eyes red and swollen, and there were tear stains on the corners of her eyes. ”

The old man was also panicked, and no longer had the calm spirit of the past, and asked anxiously, "Xue'er, what's wrong?" ”

Xue'er hugged Wang Yan and cried: "Uncle Cui, Brother Yutian, my brother is ......" As she spoke, tears fell.

"Hey, this girl, how do you say half a word?" The old man said angrily, and his heart became even more anxious.

Wang Yan said softly: "Xue'er, don't cry, don't be afraid, what about the big thing and the master and me, you tell my brother, what happened, okay?" ”

When Xue'er heard his words, she hurriedly stopped her tears, let go of her hand, and said, "Uncle Cui, Brother Yutian, Xiaohui is sick, please go to the restaurant with me." ”

The three of them immediately set off, out of the Jiwen Museum, and sat in Xue'er's carriage, with a crisp and loud sound of leather whips, the carriage began to gallop on the street, on the carriage, the master and apprentice learned from Xue'er's words that Xiaohui was on the way back to Xinzheng, encountered thieves, and all the goods were robbed, Xiaohui was unwilling, went up to reason with them, was beaten hard, fell to the ground at once, and passed out, however, the thief did not kill anyone, after the thief left, the caravan men carried him into the carriage, and drove back day and night, Unfortunately, there was a heavy rain, and it took almost two days to get to Xiaoyaoju, Xue'er hurriedly found a doctor, but Xiaohui now had an injury on his back, and a high fever did not go away, and the doctor was helpless, and then, she found a doctor in the city, and there was no way, and the severe situation was so urgent that she cried, and suddenly, she remembered that Uncle Cui and Wang Yan had traveled all over the world and had seen a lot of knowledge, so she came to see if they had any solutions.

Dizzy! Are you guys lacking in hearts? I don't know how to find an inn to live in, but it makes Xiaohui rain!

Day! What kind of doctors are these, this little illness can't be cured, just go home and pick up the child!

Wang Yan looked at Xue'er, who was crying into tears, and the anxious master, thinking of Xiao Hui, who was having a high fever, secretly scolded the group of scum thieves.

The carriage arrived at the restaurant after a while, Xiaohui was so sick, Xue'er had already hung out a sign to suspend business, the three of them entered the back hall, only to see a few girls standing at the door, so anxious that they turned around, like ants on a hot pot, in the room, several doctors paced back and forth at the table, saw Xue'er come back, immediately salute, Xiaohui on the bed saw the three of them, struggled, ready to give a salute, the three of them walked quickly to the bed, helped him lie down, at this time, Xiaohui said weakly: "Uncle Cui, thank you, my nephew is terrified, Before he could meet him from afar, he hoped to forgive his sins. ”

The old man said with concern: "Xiaohui, lie down quickly, when is it, what are you doing with these vulgar rites." ”

When Xiaohui saw Wang Yan, he smiled and said, "You are Uncle Cui's apprentice, my eldest brother Yutian." ”

Wang Yan nodded and said softly: "Xiaohui, you lie down quickly, don't talk, Master and I, Xue'er will definitely save you." ”

He looked carefully at Xiao Hui on the bed, who was about fifteen or sixteen years old, his face was flushed, his nose was fanning violently, and he seemed to be burning hard.

Wang Yan hurriedly walked towards the doctors, and bowed his hand and said, "Doctors, I am Xiaohui's elder brother, may I ask if you really have no way to save my younger brother?" ”

Several doctors replied: "We have all received the kindness of Han Gongzi, if there is a way, how can we meet death and not save it." ”

"Doctors, I'd like to see your medical tools, is that okay?" Wang Yan said politely.

The doctors saw that he was Xiaohui's elder brother, although they didn't know what he was going to do, but they still showed him the medical tools, Wang Yan flipped through it, and said secretly: "Day! Why is the medical level so poor in the Warring States Period, just these medicines and tools, I am afraid that even if there is no disease, people will be cured!

At this time, Xiao Hui on the bed moved, and said intermittently: "Leng ...... I'm so ...... It's cold. ”

When the doctors heard Xiaohui's words, they hurriedly shouted at a few girls: "Quick, go and add a quilt to Han Gongzi, don't let him catch a cold again!" ”

"Can't cover it!" Wang Yan shouted to stop, he, a medical graduate, obviously knew what to do.

He stepped forward and touched Xiaohui's forehead, and the moment his hand touched Xiaohui's forehead, he immediately reflexively flicked it. Damn! I'm afraid it's 40°C, but back then, I was half-dead at 39°C.

He knew that what he had to do now was to let Xiaohui reduce his fever, otherwise, it would be easy to form pneumonia, and as for the injuries on his back, just take a hot towel and apply it after the fever has subsided.

Suddenly, Wang Yan remembered that there was a box of aspirin and a small bottle of safflower oil in the pocket of his suit when he crossed, which was the uncle who guarded the community before crossing called him to bring it from the pharmacy, and in the first three days after the crossing, he was depressed and didn't care about them, and that time he fainted in front of the old man Li Xiu, because it was raining, the Li Ji brothers just changed his suit, and then put it into the baggage, and did not clean it, later, he carried the burden, applied for a porter, and entered the Jiwen Museum, and now, the burden is in the ...... In that six-person room in the Jiwen Museum.

Wang Yan never believed in God, let alone prayed to God, but this time, he sent the most sincere prayer to God in his heart, God! I didn't ask you before, hug the Buddha's feet today, you must bless that box of aspirin and that bottle of safflower oil in the baggage!

Wang Yan walked up to Xue'er and asked, "Xue'er, are the porters of the Jiwen Pavilion gone?" ”

Xue'er was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect him to ask this irrelevant question, but she immediately came back to her senses and said, "The debate of the scholars is not over yet, where can they go, otherwise, what should the scholars do if they lose their luggage and school bags?" ”

Wang Yan continued: "So they are still in the courtyard of the Jiwen Pavilion? ”

"Yes, but what are you asking them for?" Cher said curiously.

Wang Yan didn't answer, he looked at the three of them, and said in a deep voice: "Xiaohui, Master, Xue'er, do you believe me?" ”

"What, do you have a way to save Xiaohui?" The old man asked.

When Xue'er heard the old man's words, a glimmer of light flashed in her red and swollen eyes, as if she saw a savior, she rushed up and grabbed Wang Yan's sleeve tightly, and choked up: "Brother Yutian, do you really have a way to save Xiaohui?" ”

Xiaohui on the bed was also in good spirits, seemed to see hope, and said, "Brother Yutian, I believe in you." ”

Next to them, the doctors looked at each other, as if they didn't believe Wang Yan, a young man in his twenties, but Wang Yan didn't have time to pay attention to them.

"Brother Yutian, you must save Xiaohui!" As soon as Xue'er finished speaking, tears fell again.

"Don't worry." Wang Yan said these two words firmly.

He walked to the screen, stared at everyone with his eyes like a torch, and said, "Master, Xue'er, I want to go back to the Jiwen Pavilion, you stay, take care of Xiaohui, and the rest of the idle people will quit!" At this moment, he seemed to be giving an order, and the whole person exuded an unquestionable temperament.

"Xiaohong, you go and call the driver to get off the carriage, ask him to drive the carriage to the door, and send Brother Yutian to the Jiwen Pavilion." Cher said urgently.

"Yes, miss." After Xiaohong finished speaking, she immediately ran out, according to the rules, the girl is not allowed to be rude like this, but from Wang Yan's words just now, she also knows the urgency of the matter, so she can't care about this.

"Master, Xue'er, remember my words, Xiaohui, wait for the eldest brother to come back." After Wang Yan finished speaking, he rushed out without looking back, jumped into the carriage, and after a crisp and loud leather whip sound, the carriage rushed towards the Jiwen Pavilion.

…………

The boy led him, turned through many doorways, courtyards, corridors, and finally arrived at the courtyard where the porter lived, Wang Yan pushed the door open, walked straight to the shelf, opened the baggage, rummaged through the pockets of the suit, thank God, aspirin and safflower oil were there, he took it out and looked at it, intact! He immediately tied the burden and carried it on his chest, carefully protecting it.

At this time, the five people in the room came to their senses and asked, "Brother, where have you been these days?" ”

"Make a fire in the kitchen, brothers, goodbye." With that, he immediately left the house.

At the entrance of the Jiwen Museum, a carriage carried him and galloped towards the restaurant in the afterglow of the setting sun......