The art of vertical and horizontal shutting is unfathomable.

This technique is created by the king of Guiguzi in Yunmeng Mountain, and was later introduced by the soldiers of the hundred schools as the art of learning and teaching the holy scriptures, and has experienced the continuous grinding and transformation of later generations, and is now divided into mathematical star latitude, military science Tao, study tour situation, kendo vertical and horizontal, the world is closed, a total of five categories, and countless subordinate sub-categories.

The vertical and horizontal techniques taught in the Shangyin School Palace today are many fragments left over after the Spring and Autumn War.

"The Spring and Autumn War, the rites and music collapsed."

"Do you know who the last master of the world is the master of vertical and horizontal arts?"

This longitudinal and horizontal pedant who talks eloquently on the three-foot podium, named Mr. Zhuang, is an old scholar with white hair and beard, and this old gentleman has no one to match the research of vertical and horizontal situation, because he is unwilling to enter the court as an official after the collapse of his family and country, so he came to the Shangyin School Palace.

There is a mantra among old pedants: people can die, but reason cannot be destroyed.

I saw that the bright eyes of everyone in Zhuang quickly swept over the scholars in the school, first paused on Xu Weixiong's body, and finally locked on Lu Ze's body in the last row, at this time, Lu Ze couldn't help but secretly muttered in his heart, this class roll call is still as annoying as ever.

"Zhao Kai."

"Tell me about it."

Hearing this, all the scholars breathed a sigh of relief.

This Zhuang family has a quirk for asking questions, and likes to pick wool on a person's body.

The way of asking questions is very strange, and it is not until the person is stopped by asking, but after Xu Weixiong entered the Shangyin School Palace, everyone in this village can barely meet an opponent.

Lu Ze quickly got up under the gaze of everyone.

He replied softly: "The last master of the art of vertical and horizontal slashing was the first of the four famous generals in the world back then, and he was known as the soldier armor in the Spring and Autumn Thirteen Armor... Xichu Ye Baikui."

Ye Baikui.

In the bright period of the Spring and Autumn Period, he was an extremely dazzling star above the sky, and Ye Baikui, who was known as the undefeated in a hundred battles in his life, was praised by the Shangyin School Palace as the only one in five hundred years, specializing in the art of war in the vertical and horizontal arts, and the magic of using soldiers has even entered the realm.

General Ye has only lost once in his life, but the last defeat made him lose his life and the national war, which eventually led to the destruction of Great Chu.

Zhuang put his hands behind his back and nodded silently.

Then, I saw that the old scholar cleared his throat, and began to ask Lu Ze the barrage of questions, which was simply a hundred thousand whys.

Lu Ze's battles in the Spring and Autumn War were firmly recorded in his mind in the few days in Tai'an City.

As the final winner of the Spring and Autumn Battle that year, the tall attic of the Liyang Palace is very clearly recorded.

That is the place where the princes of Liyang need to stay all the year round, and His Majesty the Emperor seems to want to use this way to let the heirs remember why Liyang can now occupy the position of the unification of the world.

"In the first battle of Xileibi, Ye Baikui was dragged to death by Chen Zhibao's wife and daughter with a war horse in front of the battle, and then martyred in the battle of Xileibi."

Lu Ze gently answered one question after another from Zhuang Xue.

It's just that his eyes moved to the back of the woman not far away, there may only be a few people in this world who know the so-called truth, and many people may not think that the daughter of the soldier fairy Ye Baikui did not die, but turned her head and became the second county lord of the Beiliang Xu family.

The world is indeed wonderful.

Lu Ze was very curious, Xu Weixiong, who was born smart, should know her own identity, according to her age at the time of the first battle of Xileibi, she had already begun to remember, and I don't know how she became the dead soldier of the son of Beiliang later.

After a long time, Lu Ze looked strange, and felt that this Zhuang family was indeed very sharp, and many strange problems were on the line.

He simply got up and came to the aisle beside him, and pointed to the chair under his buttocks to Zhuang Jia, his tone was full of helplessness, and his voice was very loud: "Mr. Zhuang, why don't you sit down and I'll go up and talk?"

Suddenly, all the scholars in the school burst into laughter.

Mr. Zhuang obviously knew that he had just entered the state of not hitting the south wall and not looking back, so he clenched his fists to his mouth and coughed twice.

"Ahem."

"Zhao Kai."

"You... Yes, yes, let's sit down first."

"Let's move on to class."

After class, Xu Weixiong took the initiative to come to Lu Ze's side.

Today's Xu Weixiong is still wearing the cyan and white background scholar's suit, but it can be seen between his eyebrows that he still wears fine makeup, his facial features are three-dimensional, and the black scholar's hair crown on his head firmly ties the three thousand green silk with a surging fragrance, and the whole person reveals meticulousness.

The scholars looked inexplicable.

Even the Zhuang people on the podium deliberately slowed down their pace of leaving at this time.

Lu Ze raised his head, looked at this senior sister with a cold temperament, and simply asked, "What's wrong?"

"Five days later, nineteen games."

Lu Ze smiled and nodded, "Yes."

He paused, then added, "Is it okay at any time?"

......

The moon stars are scarce, and the black magpie flies south.

The news that Lu Ze and Xu Weixiong had an appointment to fight in the Nineteen Dao Ways soon spread throughout the entire Shangyin School Palace.

This time, not only the scholars in the school palace, but even the gods in the moral forest who did not see the tail of the big sacrificial wine also showed a lot of interest, and it was estimated that they would walk out of the moral forest in the forbidden land of the school palace.

There are several forbidden places in the Liyang Dynasty that have long been famous in the world.

In addition to the bottomless and unknowable Da Nei Imperial Palace in Tai'an City, it also includes the back mountain of Longhu Mountain, which firmly occupies the orthodox position of Taoism, the relics pagoda of the two Zen temples, the Tingchao arsenal in the palace of the Beiliang Wang, the sword tomb mountain of the Wu family's sword mound, and the moral forest that is regarded as a holy place in the hearts of the world's scholars, implying ten years of trees, a hundred years of people, and a thousand years of virtue.

It can be seen that this time Lu Ze and Xu Weixiong's game is not just a nineteen vertical and horizontal game.

After nightfall, Xu Weixiong climbed the bamboo tower.

Just now she fed the chickens and ducks outside the building, and there are a few vegetable gardens not far away, all of which are used to feed the stomach, which is not the same as those in the school palace who like to raise cranes and plum blossoms.

Originally, Xu Weixiong wasn't very surprised by these things.

Because no scholar in the school palace dared to come to her building to make trouble again, it was only Xu Weixiong who found that there were a lot of things missing from the vegetable field outside the attic, and later realized that it was Lu Ze who had a few cucumbers and unripe peaches when he left last time.

Under the moonlight, the ancient sword red mantle exuded a surging brilliance.

Xu Weixiong looked at his cheek through the shiny sword body, and the words that Lu Ze said in class today came to mind.

She looked dazed.

Today, information about the mysterious young man came from the Beiliang Water House, and the letter described her little junior brother as follows: This son's background is secret and cannot be checked, but when this son is about to leave Tai'an, Han Diao Temple, the head of the eunuchs in Liyang, bowed down to say goodbye.

Xu Weixiong in front of the chessboard twisted the white chess pieces in his hand and chuckled: "It's really a big shelf."