After Yang Wei left, Ling Xiaozi summoned the two Dharma kings Xiong Niu to the council hall and instructed: "You two will go to the North City Gate tomorrow morning and go north to Zhuo County with Yang Wei's cronies." Concentrate on training your soldiers for the future.

If everything goes wrong, Yang Wei is the last hope of the religion. The two of you must do your best to ensure the safety of the Yang Mansion, and there must be no mistakes. "The two of them bowed down.

After the two Dharma Kings left, Ling Xiaozi sat back in his chair. I took out my pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and pondered while grinding the ink. After grinding the ink, spread out the paper and write down a line of words: "Break down the doctrine, speed up the mission, sit back and watch the providence of heaven, and great things can be expected." I wrote three pieces of paper and sealed them in three envelopes.

He called three Taoist disciples and instructed, "You should quickly go to the three Hongfa elders and deliver this letter to them with your own hands." ”

After Ling Xiaozi finished handling everything, he sat on the chair and was silent for a long time. sighed secretly: "The plan is in the people, and the success is in the sky." It all depends on the will of God!"

Besides, Yang Wei returned to his room all the way anxiously. After Yang Yan sharpened the ink, he picked up the pen and wrote a letter to his family. According to the family letter, it is speculated that in recent years, the grassland aliens may invade the south on a large scale, so that Yang Song must not spare financial resources no matter what, and do everything possible to expand the strength of the family guard.

He got acquainted with two supreme masters, both of whom were at the same level as the four supreme masters of the rivers and lakes. Invited by him to help the Yang Mansion train soldiers, he must not be neglected.

At the same time, it is necessary to recruit blacksmiths and build weapons and armor. Let Yang Song send people to the north of Zhuoxian to find a black stone that can be ignited, and the flame emitted by this stone can be refined into steel, which is necessary for building a divine soldier.

Yang Wei drew the pattern of chain mail and Mo knife, Yang Wei studied mechatronics in his last life, and mechanical drawing was his strength, so it was not a problem to draw this sketch at all.

Yang Wei has a soft spot for chain mail, which is light and resistant to most weapons, but cannot be overshadowed by its inability to resist heavy weapons. The Mo knife is the sharpest weapon of the infantry against the cavalry.

After Yang Wei drew the pattern, he thought of a fatal flaw in chain mail and Mo knife. That is the cumbersome production, with the current technology, if you want to make a set, it is possible to spend a year and a half, but it is impossible to have a large number of equipment.

So Yang Wei drew the windmill and the waterwheel again, and explained how the transmission device operated. How to use the cold forging method to squeeze the forging ring, how to use the assembly line method to produce chain mail, and the Mo knife can also be made by the cold forging method, all of which are explained to those who write and draw.

Put down the pen and take a long breath. Looking at the thick pile of written stationery on the table, he scratched his head. It seems that this is no longer a letter, it has become a book, and if it is passed on, it can change the pattern of the times.

He turned his head to look at Yang Yan, Yang Yan's eyes were almost as red as rabbits. His eyes were in a trance, and his face showed a tired look. Yang Yan didn't understand, the young master wrote all night, how could he still be so energetic.

Yang Wei looked out the window, the sky was already bright, patted his head, but he didn't expect to write all night.

Yang Wei stood up, patted Yang Yan on the shoulder, and said, "Don't sleep yet, sort out this letter." It must be handed over to the master by hand, and it must not be lost. Send a carriage in a moment, and you'll catch up on sleep in the car. ”

Yang Yan answered with a straight look in his eyes, and packed up the stationery on the table as if sleepwalking. He didn't understand why Yang Wei's letter was written as a book, and Yang Wei unknowingly wrote dozens of pictures in a row. Yang Yan found a wooden box and packed the letter papers in order.

Yang Wei asked Fuzhong for a carriage and sent a coachman. Yang Wei and Yang Yan got into the carriage and went straight to the north city gate. Along the way, Yang Yan's head kept shaking. It's just that the young master is in front of him, but he doesn't dare to fall asleep.

When he arrived at the city gate, Yang Wei asked the coachman to stop and wait. After waiting for a cup of tea, I saw Xiong Ba and Niu Jin riding a tall horse towards this side. These two people can only ride such a particularly tall horse, and ordinary horses really can't support the two of them.

When they came closer, the two clasped their fists and saluted, saying, "Meet the young master." ”

Yang Wei hurriedly stopped the two of them and ordered: "When there are outsiders, you call me son, don't call the young master again." ”

The two grinned. Yang Wei said: "I'll introduce you to you" As he spoke, he pointed to the carriage and shouted: "Yang Yan! Get off the car! I'll introduce you to two friends." ”

The voice fell, but there was no response, and Yang Yan did not get out of the car. As soon as Yang Wei lifted the curtain in the past, he saw Yang Yan leaning against the wall of the carriage, with a hala on the corner of his mouth, and the sound of snoring kept coming out of his mouth, and he was already asleep.

Yang Wei shook his head and smiled, this ordinary person really can't afford to stay up late. Xiang Xiong Niu and the two said: "In the car is my scholar, named Yang Yan. I haven't slept all night, and now I can't keep an eye on it, let him sleep, and you can set off. ”

The two said goodbye to Yang Wei, went out of the city gate, and escorted the carriage away.

Yang Wei returned to the house, because it was already time for class, so he did not return to his courtyard, but came directly to Zhang Zhi's study.

Zhang Zhi hadn't arrived yet, and Yang Wei sat and waited for a while. After Zhang Zhi arrived, before he could say a few words, the porter came to report that someone outside the house asked to see him, claiming to be Lu Zhi.

Zhang Zhi still has a good impression of this junior with the same name as himself, and when he heard that it was this person, he went out to greet him in person. Yang Wei studied in the study by himself.

After the tea time, I heard a person talking and laughing with the teacher Zhang Zhi from a distance. This person had a very loud voice, and he could hear his voice from a long distance, and when he got close, Yang Wei hurriedly closed the book and got up to greet him.

After Zhang Zhi entered the room, the people around him needed to bend down to get in. This is really a tall person, and now the average height of a person is only a little more than one meter and six. Being able to be 1.7 meters tall is already considered a tall figure, and this person is nearly 1.9 meters tall.

I saw that although this person was quite tall, his appearance was very elegant, wearing a cyan scribe's robe, and his gestures showed the demeanor of a scribe, obviously this person was Lu Zhi.

Zhang Zhi beckoned to Yang Wei and said, "Wei'er, come and see your Uncle Lu." ”

Yang Wei hurriedly saluted respectfully and said, "My nephew is visiting my uncle." ”

Lu Zhi smiled: "Okay! In the past few years, I have often heard the legend of the first prodigy of the Dayue Dynasty, and today I finally have the fate to meet him." Although I am not good at poetry, I have heard a few poems you made, but I think they are catchy, neat and neat, and the artistic conception is quite far-reaching, which can be called a masterpiece! ”

Yang Wei said modestly: "Uncle has won the award." ”

Lu Zhi said: "I didn't deliberately elevate you, this is all in my heart." ”

Yang Wei's face turned red, he really relied on plagiarism to create a generation of everyone.

Zhang Zhi said: "Okay, Zigan, don't praise him, be careful of spoiling children." Having said that, his face was full of pride.