People who come from pragmatism appreciate pragmatism the most.

Lu Su is the governor of the same party, similar to Fang Guang's style, not to be strong and strong, but the barn is abundant, and now seeing Fang Guang doing things at a glance, he naturally feels extraordinarily eye-to-eye.

The so-called heart is related, he looked at Dongjun Taishou Hepa, Fang Guang's eyes swept over, looking at the two young men beside the grass house, his eyes also lit up.

"Trapboard printing, has been properly noted, you have a love for poetry, there are occasional good sentences in the heart, there are strange endowments in the chest, all can be recited, I can put the poems on the bamboo paper in an instant!"

"It's better to be happy alone than to be happy, everyone here, can you be the first to be the trap?"

Fang Guang's voice was clear, looking at Lu Su, Ma Liang's direction to speak, the tall young man in his eyes, he really lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and slowly took two steps forward.

"Gentlemen and nobles despise themselves, and others before themselves!"

"If you haven't seen you for three days, you should be impressed!"

"Husband, generosity, not limited to small profits, can achieve great things! Please also Datong, the three sentences in my heart, side by side into a book, placed on the bamboo paper, fortunately! ”

Fang Guang listened to the tall young man in front of him, three aphorisms, full of pride, and couldn't help but move in his heart.

He has been a human being in two lives, and he has also played the Three Kingdoms Killing in his previous life, how can this line sound so familiar?

"Who are you? The three-word pattern is gentle, the light of the product is great, and the public is not an unknown person? ”

Fang Guang looked at the general physique of the young man in front of him, and had an immature idea in his heart, Lu Su was overjoyed when he heard this, and bowed down.

"I am Linhuai Lusu, the word is respectful, but I am just a poor boy, where do I dare to show off my knowledge in front of Mr. Datong? Just three words, I have been thinking about it for several years to come up with a wake-up call, which made Mr. make fun of it! ”

"Lu Su, Lu Zijing?" Fang Guang's eyes lit up, and a trace of unscrupulousness flashed on his face, he naturally knew what this guy's strength was.

Fang Guang didn't expect that Lu Su had come thousands of miles to the north, and it seemed that he had not been caught by Zhou Yu and Sun Ce.

What he was even more surprised was that the author of the Three Kingdoms Killing was really extraordinary, this Lu Su's motto, thousands of years later, can be guessed eight or nine is not far from ten.

"Zijing, I naturally know that Qianhu grain and grass are regarded as nothing, and the big husband in the world is also, haha, how can he be a poor boy?"

"Wait, print Zijing's words on bamboo paper, and in the future, I will be full of Cang School, and Zijing's words should also be hung on the desk for all students to study!"

Fang Guang has been in the plains for a year, and he has learned a little bit of big-eared routines, and after a few words, Lu Su's face was suddenly full of surprise, and his honest face was instantly full of smiles.

He's just a little strange, no, this Fang Datong is a little bit of witchcraft.

Before he came north, he gave food to his friend Zhou Yu, and the news spread too quickly. Some little things, the north of Yanzhou actually knows.

Lu Su's doubts flashed in his heart, and he introduced Ma Liang to the Taishou of Dongjun.

Unexpectedly, Fang Guang actually knew the name of Ma's Wuchang, and vaguely pointed out that Ma Liang's younger brother Ma Jian likes to brag.

Ma Jian is only five years old this year, thousands of miles away, this family matter, the temperament of a child, Fang Guang can actually say it.

Ma Liang, who was shocked at this time, instantly dissipated the contempt on his face, and he stammered to express his admiration for the Taishou of Dongjun, and saw the craftsman behind the Taishou laying the white paper on the iron.

After Fang Guang's words, there were already students who were full of Canglu and recorded Lu Su's three words.

Behind Fang Guang, the craftsman arranged the characters skillfully, but in a moment, Lu Su's words were printed on the white paper.

Behind Fang Guang, Lu Zijing's eyes widened, he saw the neatly arranged clay zigzags, tightly glued to the iron plate, and he was still ashamed, he wasted a piece of valuable iron with a few words.

But I saw Fang Guang take out a porcelain bottle from his arms and send it to the craftsman, who opened the cap of the bottle and poured out the potion on the clay characters.

The reddish characters that had been burned on the chassis were touched by the potion and the craftsman touched them with a wooden shovel at will, and the tightly connected blocks were shoveled off the iron plate.

"What is this? Can actually isolate the fire mud, Datong, are you knowledgeable? Is it really not the art of the Yellow Turban? ”

Ma Liang was revealed by Fang Guang from his younger brother Ma Tan's temperament, from despising Fang Guang to being suspicious, peeking at Dongjun Taishou, and even a little wary.

At this time, in a hurry, he said his psychological words, his face was instantly flushed, and his white eyebrows trembled even more, obviously very nervous.

"However, the pharmaceutical pulp made of pine resin, beeswax, and paper ash is not yellow turban rune water, and there is no need to suspect it.

Fang Guang explained with a smile, in Ma Liang's heart, Fang Guang in front of him had more layers of mystery.

Got it by chance? The ghost believes that this Dongjun is full of bamboo cars, strange and sharp farm tools, and the huge crossbow machine on Dong'e City, are they all handy?

Datong in front of him must be a Yellow Turban lineage, Zhang Jiao's descendant disciple!

Ma Liang believes in strange power and chaos the most in his life, and his friend Lu Su regards Fang Guang as a genius, and in his heart, he sees Fang Guang more as a god and ghost.

The craftsman sent the printed three sentences of Lu Su to Ma Liang and Lu Su, and the two saw that on the white jade-like paper in front of them, the words and ink were clear, with the fragrant bamboo fragrance.

Jiangdong and the two Fang Guangrenjie glanced at each other, and both saw the strong sense of respect in each other's eyes, and in Ma Liang's eyes, there was naturally more fear!

"Dare to ask Mr. Datong, how many words can be printed on a blank paper at most for this technique?"

"How many words? You can see the size of the clay characters, as many as 500 characters, it is not difficult to think about it!"

"Okay, Wu Zibing's French map, just hundreds of sons, my horse is not talented, and I also ask Mr. County Shou to print the art of war on white paper, which can be opened for thousands of generals in the world!"

"Wu Qiru served as a military plane to see Wei Wenhou....."

"If you move to heaven, you can be a disaster!"

In the full warehouse, under the fame of Ma Liang, it was really true, and he recited the first chapter of the Art of War of Wu Zi of the Warring States period word by word.

Behind Fang Guang, Shi Tao was full of smiles, his pen walked the dragon and snake, and read down the words of Ma Liang's recitation word by word.

Behind him, there were already students under his command, commanding craftsmen and arranging characters.

Tu Guo, the enemy, three articles on the management of the army, exactly more than 400 words, Ma Liang recited, there is not a single word mistake, and the craftsmen behind Fang Guang arrange the characters, and there is no omission!

However, in three moments, Ma Liang recited three articles, and the last sentence was spit out, and on the iron plate, the characters had been arranged.

Fang Guang looked at the rote white eyebrows in front of him, and felt a slight admiration in his heart, and even more, he sighed, this person from the Ma Family Fort, rote memorization is indeed rare.

His younger brother Ma Tan, the book of war he memorized was camped on the mountain, and his eldest brother was swallowing dates, forty-eight articles of Wu Zi's art of war, and he could spit it out every word if he wanted to.

The white-eyed Ma Liang spit out three military books in one breath, his face turned red, and his anger came over, and the white paper in front of him was already in front of him.

Wu Zi's Art of War opens three chapters, and there is no mistake or omission in half a word!

In the past, on top of the school, the practice of the art of war, and the teacher's oral inheritance of the ancient military strategy, in Mancanglu, has become a thing that can be obtained.