'The sixth day of the seventh month of the fourth year of Jianwen'

Bao Yuanqian, who had been at home for more than half a month, received a military order from Suzhou Wei to return to the camp within today, and as for Bao Butong, since he had not yet recovered, he asked him to return to the Suzhou Wei military camp in 10 days.

The good days are over, and Bao Yuanqian sighed with emotion and had to go back to the loess in the barracks to the sky, tired and tired training days.

Bao Yuanqian said goodbye to his family, tied a package and a simple knife on his back, and stepped on a war horse and galloped away outside the city wearing armor.

The Suzhou Wei camp is located in the west of the city, next to the shallow hills at the foot of the Qilian Mountains.

The officer on duty checked the military order documents and Bao Yuanqian's waist card, and let him dismount and enter the camp.

Bao Yuanqian set up his horses and walked into the camp where his sentry camp was, and as soon as he entered the camp, he noticed something unusual, and a few sergeants who were sitting on wooden poles jumped down and walked over.

"Yo, Bao Tartar has returned to camp."

"How did you go there after being missing for more than 20 days this time?"

Bao Yuanqian squinted at those people, and didn't want to deal with them, so he walked straight to his tent.

Unexpectedly, the leader pressed Bao Yuanqian's shoulder and said unceremoniously: "Bao Tartar, Lao Tzu is talking to you, are you deaf?" ”

Bao Yuanqian shook off the man's hand, this group of people used to bully themselves one by one, and today it is clear that they are here to find fault.

The man's footsteps were fast, and he stopped in front and said, "Bao Tartar, why did you come back alone when you went out of camp with Boss Gao and his party last month?" What about Elder Gao? What about Liu Sandao's gang? ”

"I don't know."

Bao Yuanqian threw down a sentence and was about to leave, but saw the man laughing and said, "Hey, Lao Tzu is talking to you, what's the matter if you come back alone?" The man grabbed Bao Yuanqian's collar.

Bao Yuanqian looked at this person, this person's name is Zhang Donkey, he is a small flag officer in the army, and he used to follow Brother Gao out of the customs to fight tooth sacrifices.

There should have been him last month, but because he brought himself and Bao Butong, he didn't have his forehead. This person knew what Brother Gao was doing when he went out of the customs with him, and he also knew that Brother Gao had disappeared and not returned, which was a secret that the sentry camp did not make public.

At the moment, looking for his own faults is nothing more than thinking that he has made money, and Bao Butong is not there, so he takes the opportunity to make a mistake.

Bao Yuanqian pushed the donkey to the ground and took a few steps back, and let go of his collar, "Zhang Xiaoqi, where did Brother Gao go, I think you know better than me, why don't you go to help the Gao family?" ”

"Fuck, dare to do it with Lao Tzu? Yo, and you still have a Pu knife on your back? Just the two hits you used to bluff people? Zhang Donkey was pushed into anger, "Come, Lao Tzu will see if you have no ability for more than 20 days!" ”

As soon as the words fell, he saw Bao Yuanqian sneer, stretched out his hand to hold it, and pulled out the Pu knife with his backhand, "Try it." ”

The donkey didn't have a knife in his hand, he thought he could scare Bao Yuanqian, but he didn't expect Bao Tatar, who had never clashed head-on with him, to pull out the knife with a solid eye.

Although he knows that Bao Yuanqian's kung fu is average, but now he has no blade in his hand, and it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, but his words have been spoken, and Bao Yuanqian has also accepted the recruitment, if he doesn't do it, he won't be able to get off the stage.

"Hey, you young people just love to fight fiercely, so it's okay, hurry up and fight, let the old man and I observe it, so that it is good to write about my romance."

Just when Zhang Donkey was a little embarrassed, an old man on the side walked with a cane and a negative hand.

This old man had a white beard and white hair, at least about eighty, with a scarf on his back, and a brand-new brocade scribe material, which was a little more luxurious than the rich merchants of Suzhou Wei.

Although he said this politely, several people were very respectful to him, and they simply didn't dare to say anything disrespectful.

When the donkey saw that the old man was coming, he snorted, pointed at Bao Yuanqian, signaled him to wait, and then led people away.

When Bao Yuanqian saw the old man coming, he knew that he was here to relieve the siege for himself, so he said respectfully to the old man: "I've seen Mr. Luo." ”

The old man looked at the Pu knife in Bao Yuanqian's hand, looked at Bao Yuanqian's figure again, stroked his beard and nodded, and walked left and right to observe.

"Well.... The way you hold a knife is a three-point like, but... It's just that this knife is a little smaller... It's not as majestic as the eighty-two pound glaive. ”

Bao Yuanqian sweated profusely, and said in his heart, you literati who write books love to exaggerate descriptions, so Guan Erye will be exhausted with a big knife of more than 80 catties with a few swings? Moreover, Guan Erye in history did not use a big knife, and people used weapons such as spears.

The identity of this old man is also strange, and when he came to the camp, he scared Bao Yuanqian.

When this person came, he called himself a scattered person in the lake and sea, but he did not go to the land of smoke and rain in the lake and sea, but ran to this land of yellow sand in the northwest.

Later, Bao Yuanqian found out that this old man was not a Weiren from Suzhou, but a merchant from Suzhou and Hangzhou, and the third generation was a silk merchant with huge money.

He came to the military camp at the Northwest Border Pass because of his rigorous concept of governing books, and at that time, Bao Yuanqian heard from the people above that this old gentleman was writing a novel in Zhanghui style.

He has written this novel for more than 20 years, and he is generally finished, but some of the important details of battlefield battles and military generals are important, but he has never been on the battlefield as a scholar, and he has never really seen a fight, let alone heard the drums of war, so he wants to write this book rigorously and keep improving.

Fortunately, he spent a huge amount of money to set up this line of capital, and Commander Wei waited for the northwest border passes to get the customs clearance documents, and traveled thousands of miles to live in the Suzhou Wei military camp with a few servants.

Even the political envoy Senate and the commander of Deng took a lot of money from him, and he was regarded as a distinguished guest in this military camp, and no one dared to offend.

Again, money can make ghosts grind.

What he did was to be able to go to the front line of this battlefield, watch the soldiers drill, and it was best to encounter one or two battles, observe the fighting generals with the army, and then record these truthfully in his own romance book.

When Bao Yuanqian first heard about this person's deeds, his first reaction was either that he was sick or sick, and for the sake of nonsense novels, he even spent a lot of money to come here to suffer despite his advanced age.

However, as he learned more, Bao Yuanqian discovered that something was wrong, and he saw that Shangguan called this old man Mr. Luo.

Mr. Luo?? Although he didn't understand who Huhaisanren was, but the romance, the chapter back novel, Mr. Luo, these fragmented clues combined with this era, Bao Yuanqian flashed a jaw-dropping thought in his mind at that time.

Sure enough, I took this opportunity to ask my name at the boldness.

It has to be said: Robben, the words run through.

Bao Yuanqian's jaw fell in shock, Luo Guanzhong.... Isn't he the author of the popular romance of the Three Kingdoms? Shi Nai'an's apprentice and the author of one of the four famous books.

But he didn't expect to meet the true god here, Bao Yuanqian at that time couldn't believe that he had seen Luo Guanzhong himself, holding Luo Guanzhong's face with both hands, touching and touching, looking and looking at it as if Luo Guanzhong was a stunning beauty.

It made Luo Guanzhong call insulting Sven, insulting Sven, and walked away.

However, soon, Luo Guanzhong became a person who talked about everything with this Bao Yuanqian, because Bao Yuanqian was a person who traveled through later generations, and he had already been familiar with the Three Kingdoms of Renwu in the Jiajing era and the Mao Three Kingdoms in the Qing Dynasty.

Although he has not seen this original version of the Luo version of the Three Kingdoms, he has many common languages with this Luo Guanzhong by virtue of the prerequisites of later generations, and can even put forward 'his own opinions' on some chapters, and these 'own opinions' can sometimes even go beyond the plot that Luo Guanzhong originally thought. Let him call it wonderful.

Therefore, this old man regarded him as his own think tank, and from time to time, as long as he was free, he would find Bao Yuanqian to discuss literature and ideas and improve the details.

In fact, where did Bao Yuanqian get his insights into Wensi? It's purely the advantage of later generations, and he took the classic plot of Mao Ben and Ren Wuben to delete and modify it, but in fact, he didn't have a few taels of ink in his stomach, and it was purely copied by hand!

But how did Luo Guanzhong know this, just when this Bao Yuanqian had a talent for writing novels, he was surprised, which made Bao Yuanqian embarrassed.

At that time, Bao Yuanqian also understood why Luo Guanzhong's book could be remembered for centuries and became one of the four great masterpieces in China.

I'm not afraid that others are talented, but I'm afraid that talented people will work harder than ordinary people.

"You kid, I haven't seen you for more than 20 days, where have you gone? I can't find you, so I don't have much thought, so many days, not a word has been written, which makes people feel distressed. Na Luo Guanzhong wrinkled his already wrinkled forehead and asked Bao Yuanqian.

Bao Yuanqian smiled, he didn't know how to say it, he said it was forty military sticks.

I saw that Luo Guanzhong was leaning on his back, holding a Nanmu cane and pulling Bao Yuanqian and said: "Go, go, follow me into the account, what you told me last month. That warm wine is not perfect, you can help refer to ....."

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