The training has not yet yielded great results, but an uninvited guest has come to Golden State.

After disembarking from Port Arthur, this young man dressed as a Confucian scholar and carrying a bag on his back did not go to the inn to rest or go to the restaurant to eat, but bought a lean horse from a local stableman and went to the Central Left Office of Jinzhou.

As soon as he stepped on the ground of the center left office, he attracted the attention of the Golden State Guard Sentinel.

Because he's so special.

After dismounting every time he walked a section, he squatted beside the official road, carefully studied the rut traces, and then took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and recorded some contents.

The Sentinel doesn't know how to read, so I don't know what he wrote on paper, but you can't go wrong to catch him.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The soldiers were in full swing when they suddenly heard the sound of a gong outside the school grounds.

This is set up to create enemy tension.

Just catch a heavyweight spy or a person with a face in a hostile force and ring it.

It is intended to tell the soldiers that war is all around us and that we must always be ready.

"What's going on?"

"Didn't you catch a big one?"

One by one, the soldiers exchanged heads and talked about each other.

Yang Chengying, who was observing the training of the soldiers on the school ground, frowned, and the first thought that flashed in his heart was that the sentry had captured the eyes and ears of the enemy!

I didn't expect Houjin's hand to reach Jinzhou so quickly.

Yang Chengying subconsciously glanced at Ning Wan and found that this product also cast the same eyes as himself.

"The training continues, let's go see what big shots we've caught!"

Yang Chengying raised his whip and slapped it on the horse's back.

The steed carried him and galloped out of the school yard.

I'll hurry up after you.

The school field was not far from the small courtyard where Yang Chengying temporarily lived, and when Yang Chengying arrived, several soldiers had already escorted the young man who looked like a Confucian student.

Yang Chengying turned over and dismounted, looked up and down, and asked, "Who is your surname, and where is your name?" Why are you here? ”

"Under the name of the stone people, the stone of the stone, the people of the people, the people of Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Gui'an. Because of his relatives who defected to Liaoyang, he passed by from here. The young man replied calmly.

His answer was neither humble nor arrogant.

However, he could not get the approval of the soldiers who captured him back.

A soldier waited for him to finish speaking, and immediately reported to Yang Chengying: "My lord, this person dismounts every time he walks and takes out a pen and paper to record." ”

"What about the records?" Yang Chengying asked.

"Forehead......," the soldier looked embarrassed, "when the little people caught him, they alarmed him, and he tore all the papers. ”

"There is no such thing. I was forcibly arrested by them, and I hope you will see it. ”

Although the young man did not know what kind of "adult" the young man in front of him was, he still followed the soldier's words to defend himself.

As soon as these words came out, the soldier became anxious: "My lord, the villain will never be arrested, and the brothers of the villain can testify." ”

The other soldiers stepped forward and said that the leader's words were true.

"My lord, I was wronged." The youth rushed to plead.

Yang Chengying raised his hand to signal that the young man should not speak.

"Sir came from afar, it was my subordinates who neglected Mr."

After Yang Chengying finished speaking, he waved his big hand and asked the soldiers to untie the rope that bound the young man.

Although the soldiers were confused, they still faithfully carried out the commander's order and untied the rope for the young man.

They didn't know that Yang Chengying had already guessed the true identity of this young man through the argument between the two parties just now.

"Sir, visiting relatives and friends is not in a hurry, please come with me to the house to talk, how about it?"

Yang Chengying warmly extended the invitation.

The other party reacted coldly, "Adults are invited, and late students should not refuse." It's just that the late birth has set a date with relatives early, and the late birth is afraid that it will cause them to worry if it is late. ”

Hearing that the young man was embarrassed, the soldiers pressed the hilt of their swords one after another, forming a deterrent.

Unexpectedly, the young man turned a blind eye, stared straight at Yang Chengying, and did not avoid it.

It's as if you don't know whose territory you're in.

"Interesting! If the gentleman refuses to condescend, then I can only pick up the wind for the gentleman here. ”

Yang Chengying instructed the soldiers to move the tables and chairs in the main hall, and asked Tian Yingniang to cook the best dishes in the house and serve them to the table.

"What do you mean by that?" The youth was puzzled.

Yang Chengying sat down first, "Sir, please sit down, let me speak slowly." ”

Ning Wan also sat down, on the right side of Yang Chengying.

Seeing that the young man hesitated, Yang Chengying asked the soldiers who captured him to retreat.

The young man frowned and pondered for a moment before sitting down slowly.

"Say it." The young man said impatiently.

"I have a friend who, like my husband, is a Gui'an. He witnessed the instability of his family and country and the war of war, and with his heart to serve the country and his rich knowledge, he wrote a book. ”

Yang Chengying said as he paid attention to the expression of the young man in front of him.

Sure enough, when he mentioned the "book", the young man's face changed.

"This book is called, Wu Beizhi!"

Yang Chengying said word by word.

As soon as the words fell, the young man stood up suddenly.

"How do you know about this book?" The youth shouted.

This book was printed in the first year of the Apocalypse, and according to the speed of transmission in ancient times, it was impossible to buy this book in Liaodong, which was far away.

Even if it can be bought, with the fame of the owner of this book at this time, it will not be taken seriously.

Because the owner of this book is called, Mao Yuanyi.

At present, he is only a small person in the capital, and he did not become famous until Wu Beizhi was widely spread.

Yang Chengying smiled: "Although I haven't seen it with my own eyes, I have heard of its name." ”

In fact, Yang Chengying had watched "Wu Bei Zhi" in his previous life.

Due to the age, Yang Chengying didn't dare to guarantee whether the book he was reading was the original. Therefore, the content of the book is not directly stated, only the title of the book.

But that's enough.

Mao Yuanyi confirmed that the young man in front of him had guessed his identity and sat down again.

"How do you know I'm using a pseudonym?"

"The gentleman used his own name as his name, I didn't remember it at first. But when the corporal told me what the gentleman had done, I thought of it. ”

"You trust your men, and you don't worry about them lying to you."

"You're being captured by a sentry, my eyes and ears. How can I doubt my eyes and ears? ”

"Hmph, that makes sense."

Mao Yuanyi gave up covering up and completely admitted his identity.

"I think you are Yang Chengying, the number one hero of the Liaoyang defensive battle!" Mao Yuanyi said.

"It's me." Yang Chengying admitted it very dryly, and then asked rhetorically: "Mr. seems to know some of my deeds?" ”

"Before coming to Liaodong, I visited Lord Yuan, the former economic strategy of Liaodong, and listened to him explain in detail your contributions and strategies in the defensive battle of Liaoyang." Mao Yuanyi replied very simply.

This made Yang Chengying's heart tense instantly, Mao Yuanyi didn't do a good job as a Beijing official, why did he suddenly run to Liaodong and stay on the official road for so long.

What exactly is the purpose?

Yang Chengying subconsciously turned his head and glanced at Ning Wan.

Ning Wan guessed some and said tentatively: "If it is to defect to the Yamen of the governor of Liaodong, it is most appropriate to go to Liaoxi." Choosing to abandon the land route and take the water route, Mr. 's purpose is not pure. ”

"That's right, I noticed that someone was making weapons privately!"