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The little lotus showed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly had already stood on its head.

In the blink of an eye, it has come to April of the following year, and Wang Meng has been studying under Zhang Muxian for nine months. After nine months of study, Wang Meng read through tens of thousands of books on the art of war, history, and governing the country, and his entire temperament has undergone earth-shaking changes. The aura of the plague on his body receded, and there was a bookish aura, and if you looked closely at his eyes, you could see a fierce aura in it.

Although Zhang Muxian did not accept Wang Meng as an apprentice, nor did he pass on his spells, he tailored a martial arts for him. With the guidance of Zhang Muxian, who is close to the Golden Immortal Realm, Wang Meng has opened up the eight veins of the Qi Jing, and his martial arts have reached the peak, catching up with the first-class masters in the rivers and lakes.

"Senior, junior has something to understand!" Wang Meng held the scroll in his hand, his brows furrowed.

Zhang Muxian smiled and said, "Why don't you understand, just come!"

Wang Meng said: "The younger generation reads history books, from the bottom to the top, from the Han Wu to the Qin Emperor, in the Warring States, then to the Spring and Autumn Period, and then to the Zhou, Shang, Xia, and has now read to the ancients. When the disciples look at the history books with the dialectics taught by their predecessors, they always feel that there are many contradictions in them, and the logic cannot be corrected.

For example, the orphan of the Zhao family, Tu'an Jia wiped out the Zhao family, his strength must be quite huge, how can the surviving Zhao Wu complete his revenge with the strength of one person? Such a result can be very satisfying, but in fact there is no way to operate.

There is also this paragraph, "Han Feizi Heshi" records that Bian He occasionally got a piece of jade from cutting on Jing Mountain, and successively dedicated it to King Chu Li and King Chu Wu, but was cut off by King Chu Li and King Wu of Chu respectively. Bian He offered and the clan three times before he met King Chu Wen's treasure, which also doesn't make sense. If I am Bian He, I can first open a window on the jade, so that I can reveal what is inside, how can I have my legs cut off?"

Zhang Muxian nodded and smiled: "Reading can think deeply, Wang Meng, you have been successful in reading, and you can level the world." Let me tell you why history says it this way.

When reading history, it is necessary not only to make longitudinal comparisons, but also to compare them horizontally. You read the history of Korea, Wei, and Zhao, and there are all about the orphans of the Zhao family. If you read the history of Qin, Qi, Yan, and Chu in the same era, there is no such thing as the Zhao orphans, and I can conclude that the Zhao orphans were made up by the Zhao people themselves, making excuses for the three families. Since the Jin royal family has destroyed the Zhao family, the Zhao family divides his world, not too much!

Let's talk about He's Bi, hey, it's even more imaginary. King Wu of Chu died in the Northern Expedition, and King Wen of Chu ascended the throne in this year, so how could the country be delayed for nearly a year without a king? The only explanation is that King Wen of Chu was not the legal heir, and his throne was raised through political struggle. He made up a story about Bian He and praised it widely, just to discredit King Chu Li, King Chu Wu, and elevate himself!"

Wang Meng was shocked and said in surprise: "The historian is writing straight, can he also fake it?"

Zhang Muxian sneered: "How is this a fake? The historian deliberately left a flaw, that is, to let you read that there is a fake, if you can't read it, you can only blame you for being too stupid." ”

Wang Meng was convinced and said, "The younger generation should remember the teachings of the predecessors. ”

Zhang Muxian nodded and said, "The battle between Qin and Zhao Changping, what are you thinking?"

Wang Meng shook his head and said, "The juniors have faced off against the seniors fifteen times, and they have been defeated fifteen times. Zhao was weaker than Qin in terms of comprehensive national strength, and there was no possibility of victory at all. Unless...... ”

"Unless what?" Zhang Muxian asked.

Wang Meng gritted his teeth and said, "Unless you send a dead soldier to assassinate King Qin and Bai Qi at the same time, so that the Qin State will be in chaos, or it may be able to fight to a draw." ”

Zhang Muxian took the case: "What a Wang Meng, let's go!"

Wang Meng was shocked, hurriedly knelt on the ground, and said secretly in his heart: "My plan is not bright enough, is it that my predecessors are angry? But in the past, when my predecessors talked about the use of troops and the administration of government, they often did everything they could, and they were not rigid people!"

Wang Meng was terrified in his heart, kowtowed, he didn't dare to protect his body, and in an instant, a pool of blood gathered on the green bricks under his feet.

Zhang Muxian said coldly: "You go, I have nothing to teach you!"

Wang Meng kowtowed again and again, crying: "The seniors have the grace of rebirth in me, and the younger generations will not leave." ”

Zhang Muxian snorted coldly: "If you don't leave, I will kill you immediately." ”

Wang Meng was shocked in his heart, kowtowed all the way out of the house, and begged again: "Senior, can the younger generation worship you as a teacher?" After nine months of contact, the more he learned, the more he admired this senior, and he regarded him as a master and father for a long time.

Zhang Muxian was silent for a long time, but Wang Meng was worried.

"Go ahead, if you can sweep the world one day, you and I will have a master-apprentice relationship. ”

Wang Meng was overjoyed when he heard this.

Zhang Muxian sighed secretly, Wang Meng is a good seedling, he can't bear to give up after all. If Wang Meng can help Fu Jian dominate the world, he will definitely be able to win the luck of the human race, and if he secretly accepts him as a disciple, he may be a nail that penetrates the door of Buddhism.

Wang Meng got up, knelt down solemnly, and bowed to Zhang Muxian three times.

Zhang Muxian nodded, took out three jade talismans from his arms, handed them to Wang Meng, and said: "When you leave here, you can travel the world, and then choose a master to help him unify the world." If one day, when you encounter a big disaster, you can break the jade talisman and save you as a teacher, and there are only three chances. ”

There is a potential sentence that Zhang Muxian did not say, if Wang Meng encounters four major difficulties, it proves that his ability is lacking, and he can only admit that he is dead.

Wang Meng took the jade talisman, put it in his arms, and kowtowed goodbye to Zhang Muxian.

Zhang Muxian waved his hand and sent Wang Meng outside Luoyang City, and said secretly in his heart: "With Wang Meng's talent, no matter who he assists, he can achieve a hegemony." However, in order to dominate the world as soon as possible, he will definitely choose the strongest side to serve, and then he can only serve Qin Fujian. ”

Zhang Muxian planted another seed, and after he germinated and grew, he would be able to promote the death fight between Buddhism and Taoism. All this arrangement is silent, even with the ability of Rulai, Guanyin, and Zhang Daoling, it will not be suspected of an ambitious mortal.

"I have laid the chess piece of snake Heng in the north of Luzhou, and the chess piece of the Shushan Sword Sect in the south of Zhanbu Zhou, and now there is Wang Meng to promote the war of Buddhism and Taoism, and the human world has nothing to do, it is time to return to the heavenly realm and strengthen the rule of the heavenly realm. Although there are many immortals in the Heavenly Realm, they have always been scattered, and if the central authority cannot be strengthened, the Heavenly Court will not be powerful. Thinking of this, Zhang Muxian changed his appearance again and quietly returned to the picket Lingguan Yamen.

There was no one in the yamen, only Dong Zunru sat in front of the desk and handled official business. Zhang Muxian was not only a little moved, but this third brother has always been his good helper.