Liu Yu hurriedly rushed out, only to see Old Scholar Liu standing outside the gate, his face full of restraint. In front of Old Scholar Liu stood a young man of about sixteen or seventeen years old, followed by a young man of the same age with yellow hair and a garlic nose.

Regardless of his age, Old Scholar Liu actually bowed to the young man in front of him, holding a disciple salute, and said: "The younger generation once read Mr. Feilong's commentary on the scriptures ten years ago, which really made me stunned. I am so lucky to see you today!"

Liu Yu looked at it from a distance, and saw that the young man in front of his father turned out to be Zhuge Poor.

Zhuge was not surprised to see that Old Scholar Liu was so humble, and he picked up Old Scholar Liu with a grin, "You don't have to be polite, it is estimated that the commentaries on the scriptures you saw were just improvisations when I was a child!"

Old Scholar Liu was taken aback, "Mr. Feilong's improvisation is so unfathomable, it really shocks the younger generation!"

Liu Yu saw that his father was a junior in front of Zhuge Poor, and he couldn't get over the boss in face. Ten years ago, Zhuge was only six or seven years old, just a freshly weaned child, what good article could he make, let alone annotate a very profound subset of scriptures?

He hurried up, and without waiting for Zhuge to speak, he saluted him and said, "I don't know that Mr. Zhuge is here, and I am really ashamed to miss it!"

When Old Scholar Liu heard that the boss was unhappy, he reprimanded his son and said: "What is Mr. Zhuge called, you should be honored as 'Mr. Feilong', as early as ten years ago, Mr. Feilong's name has spread all over Confucianism, how can a junior like you call him indiscriminately?"

"Yes, yes. Liu Yu replied awkwardly.

Seeing this, Zhuge hurriedly came out to play a round game, "What flying dragons are not flying dragons, it's just a false name, and I ask Mr. Liu not to be harsh." ”

Liu Yu's face turned green when he heard this, although the other party seemed to give him a round, but he seemed to regard him as a junior between his words. Where does this put his face, a man in his twenties?

Old Scholar Liu didn't notice his son's embarrassment, and the whole person was still immersed in Mr. Feilong's admiration, and said to Liu Yu: "Mr. Feilong is magnanimous, you still don't come forward to apologize, please forgive your disrespect?"

Liu Yu didn't speak, he was full of thoughts about bringing the talented Zhuge Qian under his command, so naturally he couldn't offend this person. However, let him be called a junior in front of Zhuge Poor, but he was unwilling to die.

Zhuge Qian saw the discomfort on Liu Yu's face, and hurriedly pushed Liu Lao Scholar aside, "Don't be excited, old man, I came here to find Ling Lang to discuss the world's major affairs, no matter how I say it, I am also a colleague, so I won't be called a senior and a junior!"

"Yes, listen to Mr. Wyvern. Mr. Feilong came to Chang'an at the risk of war, and there must be important matters to discuss. I'm a poor pedant, and I don't know much about anything, so I won't bother you with your business. Old Scholar Liu hurriedly said, glaring at his son, "Listen carefully to Mr. Feilong's teachings, his words are full of sage philosophy!"

After speaking, he walked towards the backyard with his hands behind his back, and when he walked in front of the leaders of the Zhangjian Sect who followed Liu Yu out of the lobby, he regained his usual serious demeanor, and did not smile on his face.

All the leaders of the Sword Sect were shocked by the scene just now, and no one thought that the so-called Mr. Wyvern was just a hairy boy. When they saw Zhuge poor for the first time, they all concluded in their hearts that this young man must have come to Dali Temple on purpose to have fun, and he also deliberately took the name of Mr. Feilong.

But Liu Lao's pedantic behavior proves that Zhuge is worthy of his name, and this person's title of flying dragon is well deserved. For a boy who is only sixteen or seventeen years old, it is really unimaginable to have such a high reputation, and if he does not see it in person, he will not dare to believe that it is true.

Since Liu Yu first saw Zhuge Poor, he knew that this person was too smart and must be the first-class genius in the world. Because of this, he was able to stay outside Zhuge Poor's house for three days and three nights, hoping that this person could be influenced and put into his command. But he never expected that Zhuge Qian's fame was so big and he became famous so early.

Although he experienced the embarrassing scene just now, deep down he was in ecstasy. As the so-called good bird chooses a tree to perch, he originally thought that the phoenix named Zhuge Qian couldn't look down on his short tree, and thought that the two would pass by at this time, and each walked its own sunny path. He never thought that Zhuge Qian would come to vote at this time, which can be described as a great help in the snow.

He said to Zhuge Qian: "Mr. Feilong's coming this time can be described as extremely dangerous. These two Japanese gates are at war with the rebellion conference composed of Jianghu people, and if you make a slight mistake, Liu will feel guilty in his heart. ”

Zhuge Qian smiled lightly, "I could have entered the city yesterday, but I happened to meet you leading the crowd to fight, so I simply watched from the side. The fight is okay, but there are too many flaws, otherwise there would be no need to kill more than a hundred people. ”

The monk was originally standing behind the head of the sect, but he was very unhappy when he heard it, and stood up and shouted: "You young gentleman can only talk big words, our head of the sect attacked more than 2,000 people with 300 people, and finally killed the other party with only 400 people, and only lost more than 100 people, how can it still be 'improvised'? In my opinion, even if Sun Wu Han Xin is alive, he is not much stronger than our head of the house. ”

Liu Yu hurriedly stopped the difficult monk, and looked at Zhuge Qian with a little apology, "The subordinates are all nonsense, Liu has a few catties and a few taels, and he knows it very well in his heart." Yesterday's battle was really bad, and I would like to ask Mr. Feilong for advice!"

Zhuge Qian smiled faintly, "If you compare with ordinary mediocre talents, you can really be regarded as a master of the art of war." But you have to look into the distance and do better than you do. If you had reformed and trained the Sword Sect earlier, then you would have been able to defeat those Jianghu people without much effort yesterday, and you would definitely not have had to die so many people. ”

Liu Yu nodded again and again, "Yes, many brothers in this sect have not followed me for a long time, so the lack of training is indeed the main reason for the excessive loss of men and horses this time. As for Mr. Feilong's 'restructuring', Liu didn't know what he meant, and asked Mr. to explain it to me. ”

Zhuge Qian paced in front of everyone, "The so-called restructuring refers to the fact that the planning of each hall in your door is really vague, and it is difficult to have the effect of eye-catching. You must know that you led the Zhangjian Gate to raise troops this time to compete in the world, in this case, you must get rid of some bad habits of the Jianghu people. ”

Liu Yu's eyes lit up after hearing this, "Please also ask Mr. Feilong to elaborate?"

Zhuge said unhurriedly: "Since you want to fight, then you have to arrange the halls according to the formation, how can you divide them according to their professions and weapons, what kind of monk hall and sword hall are called, if there are Taoist priests and swordsmen to join your sect in the future, wouldn't you have to have more Taoist halls and sword halls? If the responsibility is not clear, it is difficult to decide. If this person often floats around, I'm afraid that your family will not end well in the future. ”