Niu Pan of the Zhenguo Mansion was not happy when he heard it, and his loud voice directly suppressed the other party's voice.

"Uncle Yongfeng is a martial artist personally appointed by His Majesty, how can he be on a team with you? He is the bloodline of Ning Rongjia's family, and after the Rongguo of the Eight Classics, of course, he is the same vein as our martial artists. ”

A pair of eyes were as wide as copper bells, and with the recklessness of a calf, he squeezed away the people in front of him and stretched out his hand to pull Jia Cong into the ranks of martial artists.

"Hey, hey, alas, don't worry, don't ......, Brother Niuniu"

"This Niu Niu brother, calm down, calm down!"

When the literati teenagers heard this, they all got out of the way, and a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man in brocade walked out with a smile on his face and held Niu Pan's hand.

"In Xia He Chong, the word Wenshan."

He Chong stopped Niu Pan and made a gesture with the two: "Brother Niu Niu is afraid that he has forgotten, Yongfeng Bo's edict has not been said from beginning to end whether it is a Xuanli military minister or a Zhengwen minister." And...... Xie Yuanlang, who is dignified in Shuntianfu, why is he not in the same vein as our literati? ”

"Brother He is right, Xie Yuanlang is the only disciple of Mr. Qingteng, how can Wen Kuijun's disciple not be considered a literati?"

"But, but ......"

Niu Pan was the opponent of these most slippery people, and he immediately blushed and didn't know how to reply.

Besides, what people say is also true, the world not only values blood, but also teachers. Why was Jia Zhu able to mix in the Shilin circle back then? Because he has a good teacher, his teacher is his father-in-law, Li Shouzhong, the son of the country.

Master Jing is pitiful, with his talent and hard work, he was admitted to the second-class jinshi, but he couldn't integrate into the Shilin circle, and it was not that he lacked a teacher, so he could only continue to mix in the martial arts circle.

But Jia Cong is different, his teacher is Xu Jin and Xu Qingteng, the descendants of Confucianism in the Eight Classics, and the nobles of the nobles.

is that when Jia Cong himself introduces himself when he meets a scholar, he has to put his teacher in front of his family background.

In Xia Jia Cong, the family teacher Xu Qingteng ......

But well......

Jia Cong returned a salute to He Chong and smiled slightly: "Brother Wenshan, let's not talk about the difference between civil and military, can I go to the front and talk to the sage and He Shangshu about the competition first?" By the way, Brother Wenshan looks familiar, I don't know what the relationship is with He Shangshu? ”

He Chong smiled shyly: "It is the ancestor of the family, who just went to Beijing from his hometown in Quanzhou to study in Guozijian this year." ”

"I see......"

Jia Cong arched his hand: "I'm very interested in Quanzhou, if Brother Wenshan is free, please tell me about Quanzhou." ”

He Chong was stunned, and then smiled: "This is easy to say, Xie Yuanlang, please!" ”

Jia Cong took the lead, and everyone walked to the high platform.

It just so happened that at this time, the saint came, and after a mountain shouting long live, Xia Shouzhong obeyed the order of the saint, conveyed the oracle, and said the reward for the next competition.

The young people in the audience were all gearing up, Jia Cong stepped forward and bowed: "Qiqi saint, the minister thinks that it is very boring to try riding and shooting, they are all dead targets, and they can't select real young talents at all......"

"Oh?"

The old man was already in a panic, and as soon as he heard this, he knew that this kid was definitely going to do something.

"Looks like you have something else in mind, let's talk about it."

Jia Cong pointed to the mountains and forests in the distance, it was early in the morning, and the fog had not yet dissipated.

"The minister thinks that whether he goes into battle to kill the enemy or shepherd one side, there should be a strategy to kill the enemy and defend the land. You might as well give it a try today and see how talented my Daxia teenagers are in attack and defense. Take that mountain forest as the battlefield, plant a flag at the highest place of the mountain forest, the flag will fall and the city will be broken, and the martial arts will be ......"

"No!"

He Yaomin shook his head and said, "Let's not talk about the danger of the beasts in the mountains, Yongfeng Bo is already a veteran of the battlefield compared to these teenagers. If you lead the generals and nephews, who are your opponents in this group of scholars? ”

I saw Jia Cong smiling mysteriously at Wei Ruolan and the others: "Who said that I want to lead the children of the generals today?" In Xia Jia Cong, I studied under the six-yuan Wenkui Xu Qingteng, and I am the literati Jia Cong in today's competition. ”

Yes?

Wei Ruolan and the others were dumbfounded, and they were stunned one by one.

The old man's interest was suddenly aroused by Jia Cong, he heard the meaning of his words, and asked: "If there is a literati Jia Cong, then there is also a martial artist Jia Cong, is it when Wenbi is born, you are the martial artist Jia Cong?" ”

"The sage's eyes are like torches, and when he waits for Wenbi, the minister is the descendant of Rongguo, and the martial artist Jia Cong!"

Jia Congzuo bowed, and then grinned and said: "No way, who called me the most capable of fighting among literati and the best at writing poetry among martial artists." Alas, it's not good to be too talented, I'm about to crack when I'm busy......"

Puff~

The officials and relatives on the high platform covered their mouths and laughed, and the saint was also amused by Jia Cong's "shameless" boast.

He waved his hand and said, "In that case, today you will be the most capable Jia Cong among the literati." Come on, go and arrange as soon as possible according to what our literati Jia Cong said! ”

……

There was no city to rely on in Tiewang Mountain, so Jia Cong could only retreat to the next best thing, turning the mountain and forest into a city, and the defenders composed of sixty-seven scholars were responsible for defense.

Wei Ruolan and other forty generals and nephews composed of attackers were waiting outside for the time being, preparing to attack.

The judgment of victory and defeat is very simple, which side can "live" to the end, which side wins. During the period, the decision of life and death is in charge of the sage master's personal soldier Yu Lin Lang, so there is no need to worry about which side it will favor.

According to Jia Cong's request, the two sides will officially start the competition in an hour. At this time, Jia Cong was leading people to quickly shuttle through the mountains and forests, looking for the best place to defend and ambush.

When they reached the highest clearing in the forest, there was a golden dragon flag with a red background.

Jia Cong and the others temporarily stopped to rest while discussing countermeasures.

"I'm going to be the leader of this competition, no problem, right?"

"This is natural, after all, the literati Jia Cong is the best among us, isn't it?"

He Chong's prestige among this group of people is quite high, and he has a grandfather who is a scholar of the Ministry of Rites, and he can't be tall.

Everyone held back a smile and nodded their brains, Jia Cong didn't blush, and arched his hand to everyone: "Then I'll arrange it directly......"

Don't underestimate this group of civil officials and nephews, because the sage is the martial emperor, there are very few civil officials in the Zhaoyuan and Yuan dynasties who are not skilled in riding and archery.

The martial arts of the dynasty are still there, and the scholar's sword travel is almost the standard for literati. The only difference between them and the generals and nephews is the family tradition of military formation, and they may not necessarily lose if they fight alone, but when it comes to the battlefield, this group of teenagers is not an opponent at all.

Jia Cong first arranged for several people who were good at shooting to climb the big tree in a valley not long after entering the forest.

"Remember, after shooting the arrow in your hand, whether it hits or not, immediately follow the rope and return to the flag."

Although these people felt that they were out of place, they still climbed up and hid in the branches of the trees under the urging of the desire to win.

Later, Jia Cong led people to make a large number of improvised traps along the vicinity of the shooter, such as lassoes and traps.

Humble is simple, rough to rough, but in the forest full of fallen leaves, it is enough for the generals and nephews to lose more than a dozen people here.

Later, a few people were arranged to set up a lot of traps along the path leading to the flag, this time it was true or false, and some of them almost planted a flag on it and wrote that there were traps here.

After arranging all the way, Jia Cong returned to the banner with the remaining forty or so people, and He Chong asked puzzledly: "Uncle Yongfeng, why don't we leave people in those places to set up an ambush?" Isn't this a wasted opportunity to kill the enemy? ”

I only heard Jia Cong reply: "The head-on confrontation is our loss, and those traps are purely to engage in their mentality, so that they dare not relax all the way." When they came cautiously all the way, they were exhausted. Let's wait for work, and the odds of winning are at least three points higher. ”

Jia Cong looked at the surrounding terrain, clapped his hands and ordered: "Everyone, rest for a quarter of an hour, we are going to work, this is our real battlefield!" ”

……

The party attacking the mountain originally agreed that Mu Congying was the leader, but he didn't have Jia Cong's prestige, and he couldn't suppress this group of generals and nephews at all.

As soon as he entered the forest, there was infighting, and in the end, it was Wei Ruolan, who had a steady personality, who persuaded both sides to prevent the team from splitting.

But even so, there were more than a dozen people who disobeyed Mu Congying's order. This caused Mu Congying to stumble under his command, and after a while, someone acted rashly despite the reminder, stepped on the trap and was hung upside down on the tree by the rope.

Whoosh......

Slap, slap, slap......

Several arrow-feathered arrows hit the upside-down man with precision, and the paint stained his body, and the attacking team "killed" four people before they could see the shadow of the enemy.

"There are archers, dodge nearby!"

Mu Congying shouted, and then hid behind the big tree with a strong walk.

The rest of the people, after a moment of shock, also looked for cover nearby. In the process of evading, someone fell into the trap again.

One person fell into a deep pit, and if Jia Cong hadn't laid a thick layer of fallen leaves in it when he set the trap before, he would probably break his legs and feet.

The pit is made with the help of a naturally formed depression next to the forest path, and it is rough and rough. If you are cautious, you will not fall in, the man cursed secretly, and wanted to climb up and go back to the team, but saw three words engraved in the inner wall: You are dead!

Is that okay?

"Brother Lu, don't worry, I'll pull you up."

He smiled bitterly and shouted, "No need, I'm a dead man now." ”

Whoosh ......

The feather arrow is unpredictable, and the one who wants to save people is accompanied by Brother Lu who accompanies him to "join hands with Huangquan".

Mu shot arrows from Yingluck's bow in one go, jumped out from behind the tree, and raised his hand to shoot an arrow straight in the direction where Fang Caiyu's arrow came from.

Syllable!

The chests of the archers in the trees were suddenly stained with paint, and the defenders were the first to die.

"They're in the trees!"

The few people left on the tree were about to transfer when they heard the sound, but Brother Niu Niu and the others would not give them this opportunity, and they all looked for the figure, and the feather arrow went straight into the sky.

The two sides went back and forth, and at the end of the one-way shooting, the attacker lost six people, and the defender took advantage of the condescending advantage, only three people were killed, and one person successfully transferred under the cover of his companions.

Mu Congying looked at the remaining twenty-eight people, and said with a cold face: "No matter what you think in your hearts, if you still want to win the competition, you must order one place." Who dares to disobey the yang and the yin, don't blame me for being unkind! ”

Fang Cai Mu Congying repeatedly told him to be cautious, they should not be the same thing, now it is okay, eleven people were "killed" at the beginning.

The stabbing sons lowered their heads, and one of them muttered: "It's all Jia Cong's fault, the good martial arts kid turned his elbow outward, I really thought that I worshipped Xu Qingteng as a teacher and I was a literati......"

"Brother Cong, I don't have an opinion on being an elder brother, you dare to talk to him."

Baoyu was rarely angry, which startled Wei Ruolan.

Second Master Bao's soft personality is well known, but they don't know Second Master Bao's sense of responsibility to the Jia family, and it has become deeper and deeper in the past two years.

Especially after going through the ups and downs and marrying Xiangyun, this young man who has been playing for more than ten years slowly understands a truth.

No matter how fierce the quarrel between brothers is, they have to help each other maintain each other when they go out.

Thinking that because of him, his father was embarrassed and humiliated by the Qian family in front of everyone, the uncle and Brother Cong led people to directly hit the Qian family and demolished the Dongping Palace.

The big room can do this, and the second room can do it!

The person who was scolded by Baoyu felt so embarrassed, he was actually scolded by Jia with tears, and just about to fight back, he saw the rest of the people staring at him like fools......

"Chen Chaoshan, the people of the Qi State Mansion don't understand what it means to be inferior and inferior? Yongfeng Bo is what you can say? ”

It's true that Niu Pan is a rough man, but this person, like his grandfather, is an extremely introverted person.

He glared at Chen Chaoshan and deliberately pointed out Jia Congyongfengbo's special identity. Then he opened the topic and arched his hand towards Mu Congying: "Brother Mu, what should I do next, you can get an idea." ”

Mu Congying looked at the surrounding dense forest and sighed: "As He Shangshu said, Yongfeng Bo is a veteran of the battlefield, and we people are just talking on paper, and we are really against Yongfeng Bo, and we will take the lead in minus three points." Fortunately, the uncle's command is not a real sergeant, and we still have a chance. ”

Everyone nodded, the gap between people is really big, if it weren't for the fact that the rest of the people on the other side were weak scholars, they wouldn't even have the courage to continue the competition.

Mu Congying took out the power and talent of Mu Wangfu's grandson and began to assign tasks.

"Brother Niu, open the way with your Brother Shi, Brother Hou, and Brother Feng, and Brother Wei and Brother Bao and my Royal Highness. Remember, be sure to watch out for traps on both sides of the road and in the trees......"

……

"Report! In the first battle, the enemy lost eleven people, and our army lost three people. ”

"Report! The enemy lost another person near the second trap, and they were still searching for the trap and did not dare to move forward for a while. ”

"Report! The enemy has passed through the trap path and is slowly approaching the high ground! ”

"Report! The enemy stopped at the fork in the road, seemingly deliberating on a plan to attack the mountain. ”

Virtually and realistically, the dense forest is like a man-devouring monster, coupled with traps and ambushes along the way, which makes the team attacking the mountain tired.

It seemed that archers were hidden in the shadows everywhere, but when Mu Congying and the others arrived at the last fork in the road to the high grounds, they had not encountered another ambush except for the ambush that had just entered the forest.

Mu Congying smiled bitterly and apologized to everyone: "It's my fault, I didn't expect that Yongfeng Bo has already seen people's hearts, and this trick is too good." ”

From the beginning of the trap and ambush that had just entered the forest, everyone fell into Jia Cong's trap.

From the very beginning, Jia Cong didn't intend to tremble with them outside the high ground, including the real and false traps, which were all consuming their energy.

The final battlefield should be behind this dense forest, under the dragon banner.

But this dense forest is also the wall of the defending side, and it is not easy to pass through it smoothly.

Mu Congying thought about how to use the minimum cost to reach the dragon flag, and he didn't dare to make a decision.

Because he was worried that the dense forest was the ambush place of Jia Cong and the others, he was waiting for them to rush in.

At this time, Jia Cong was taking all the remaining people, with the help of nearby forests, mountains and rocks, waiting condescendingly outside the dense forest.

He didn't plan to fight the enemy in the dense forest, which was still full of traps, especially at the exit of the dense forest, where ten archers were ambushed.

"One trick is eaten all over the world, I guess they wouldn't have thought that I would give up a high-quality ambush place like the dense forest, and plan to fight them under the dragon flag!"

He Chong asked puzzledly: "Why did Xie Yuanlang give up his advantage to fight with them with a clear sword?" ”

Jia Cong's face smiled, and he solemnly replied: "The previous ones were to make them understand that fighting a war is inseparable from using their brains. In the end, I fought with them with open swords and guns, this is to make you understand that you still have to rely on strength to speak on the battlefield. ”

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That's all for tonight, sorry for being a little late.

I'll continue tomorrow......

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