He was young and wealthy, and he made great achievements in recovering the river. is middle-aged, but he was also excluded and suppressed because of his great achievements. Those days were really unbearable, and it also made his heart cold.

If it weren't for Wen Fei's relationship, he would definitely not be where he is today. The biggest possibility is that after conquering Tibet, he was found a position by the imperial court and left idle until he died.

It was the Heavenly Master of Wenda who helped him to make him where he is today. It not only represents the recapture of Hehuang, but also fulfills the final dream of countless soldiers in the northwest for hundreds of years, and destroys Western Xia. This life is really a wish. No regrets.

His exploits, even when the martial arts of the strong Han and Tang dynasties were at their peak, were not inferior to any famous general. When it was placed in the Great Song Dynasty, it was even second to none in terms of military exploits, and even the famous generals who founded the country could not be compared.

At this point in his life, what regrets does his husband have? Now is the time for him to repay Master Wen. He interrupted Wen Fei's tirade and said bluntly: "Father Shang, you say, no matter what you do, you will obey the order!"

Wen Fei smiled dumbly, yes, what's the use of saying this to Wang Hou? He smiled: "Wang Shuai just needs to train the soldiers and horses, don't think about the rest." Anyway, it is best and will definitely help Wang Shuai for the sake of Wang Shuai, and will not let Wang Shuai end up in a bad situation! As for where the official family is, it is okay, and the official family will not go to Wang Shuai's military power. Everyone is in the same boat now!"

Wang Hou listened to Wen Fei's vague words, but he didn't have the idea of changing the dynasty, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Although he had already made up his mind, he followed the Great Master Wen to the dark. But after all, he also fought for the Great Song Dynasty for decades.

"The Great Song Dynasty has three redundancies, redundant officials and redundant soldiers. Wang Jinggong's reform is, to put it bluntly, to remove the cost of these three redundancies, but it is not effective. Now this Heavenly Master has the authority in his hands. But these three redundancies can be slowly removed. First of all, it's redundant soldiers!" Wen Fei said slowly: "When Wang Shuai is training, he needs to pay attention to this point. Whoever stands in the way will be killed!"

"Yes!" Wang Hou thought about it, even Wang Anshi did not have the authority of Wen Fei today. It can be said that Wen Fei's prestige and authority now far exceed that of Wang Anshi, and there are not so many opponents.

If the current determination of the Great Celestial Master of Wen to reform cannot succeed, then no one will be able to succeed anymore.

"I'm going back this time, I'm afraid I'll have to stay for a while before I come back. Wen Fei groaned and said, "So this military power must not be lost." As long as the military power remains. No problem!"

Wang Hou asked in surprise, "Is Father Shang going for a long time?" Judging from the current court shape, unless Wen Fei does not come back for many years, no one dares to have any thoughts at all.

Wen Fei smiled bitterly in his heart. This time, he returned to the modern time and space to learn about the jade pendant. But he himself was not at all sure what the outcome would be. Whether he can come back or not, he himself does not know.

After thinking about it, Wen Fei said simply: "If I haven't come back for a year." Then Wang Shuai simply took the initiative to hand over his military power to the imperial court. ”

"Father Shang?" Wang Hou said in shock. This sentence almost already has the meaning of explaining the aftermath. It is clear to him that if he doesn't come back for a year, he won't be able to come back. If he Wang Hou had no intention of rebelling, he would take the initiative to hand over the military power, and he would be able to avoid the suspicion of the court and end up well.

Wen Fei laughed and said, "But just in case, I want to come to this gunpowder matter." I won't punish this Heavenly Master for being too much!"

Wang Hou was a little relieved when he heard this, although he was still a little uneasy in his heart. But since Wen Fei said so, he could only follow suit. He smiled and said: "Father Shang rest assured, I will definitely help Father Shang to grasp the military power in order to achieve Father Shang's ambition!"

"In this way, there is Wang Shuai Lao!" After sending Wang Hou away, Wen Fei sighed slightly. So he closed his eyes and began to work. It's another matter of thought.

It is an old university, a member of the Ivy League, founded in the 17th century by the state colonial legislatures. It was even more than a hundred years earlier than the founding of the United States.

At the end of the 15th century, after Columbus opened up the Atlantic shipping route from Europe to the Americas, the discovery of the New World led people from the Old World to travel to this land.

At the beginning of the 17th century, the first English immigrants arrived in North America and carved out their "Garden of Eden", New England.

Among the immigrants were those who had received classical higher education at Oxford and Cambridge universities, and who had been passed down by the mysterious forces of antiquity, and who had fled to this land beyond the jurisdiction of the Church.

The university was established so that their children and grandchildren could receive this education in their new homeland and to pass on this ancient power.

Now, this university is not just the pride of the United States!

But now, in the middle of this university, in an ancient library with more than 10 million books, there are quiet secret rooms everywhere.

Ancient granite, and only the ancient and eerie atmosphere that is naturally created under the candle without being deliberately created.

A dozen students entered, excitedly and with a little fear, dressed in ancient black robes with the emblem of a magic stone.

None of them talked, and they were all immersed in this eeriely quiet, yet exciting atmosphere. Only by stepping into a certain small circle will they know the secrets of this basement.

They all know one thing quite well, that is, the world's outstanding scientists, politicians, lawyers, and so on successful people. Not necessarily from here, but those who can step into this secret room, after going out, will be an absolute success. The future elite of high society!

This is a tradition that has been passed down among the real upper class of the United States, a real tradition! Generations of Chinese people have become successful tycoons, politicians, scientists, and so on after stepping into such a secret room......

Every generation of people who have entered is required to keep a secret and not to reveal what they see, even those closest to them.

And they are happy to keep these secrets, to show that they are different from those who are living beings! They are the ones who grasp the world, the real truth, the truth......

Driven by this sense of superiority, this kind of secret has always been only under the suspicion and suspicion of outsiders. Or those inconspicuous lace tabloids, on the carpet, you can occasionally see a scale and half a claw. But it will never be in the real mainstream media.

That's their power!

And now these are the students who are selected. There is a kind of pride and superiority of the pride of heaven in their hearts.

Although this underground secret room has been circulating in secret, not many people have actually seen it, it is not as weird as imagined. There are no imaginary arrangements of all kinds, but simple and almost crude.

But there is still no one who dares to make a single voice here!

Ancient buildings seem to have a kind of magical power, and it seems that the dust of time can make the strongest light lose color here.

What's more, these candles, which were not too bright in the first place, were slightly swaying by the air flow brought by those secret vents hidden somewhere.

A man in a black hooded robe, who looked like an evil wizard from the Middle Ages, and like one of those powerful magicians in many games, stepped onto the podium.

In fact, the original image of this kind of magician originally came from those wizards wanted by the Holy See in the Middle Ages. So much so that they had to hide their heads and hide their faces, and they didn't dare to show their faces in front of people at all. So much so that it gives the outside world a sense of mystery and power.

In fact, each of them was dressed like this, and no one knew their identities except themselves and the principals.

The principal's voice was hoarse and low, making them wonder which professor it was, or if it was simply someone else. He said, "Welcome, lost lambs, welcome to the temple of truth!"

Not a single person spoke, not even the sound of breathing. This made the principal very satisfied, he nodded slightly, and said, "You have satisfied me, and of course, I will make you all satisfied." Originally, our Magic Stone Society only recruited future great scientists, to be more precise, future great scientists and engineers. Occasionally, we will recruit some other people as well. However, today is different. You should know it yourself!"

A few of the students sitting on the conjoined wooden chairs, all shrunk in black robes, shook unnoticedly.

But no one noticed, and everyone was as if hypnotized, attracted by the voice of the principal.

He said, "Blessed are you, just in time to coincide with the most important moment of our Magic Stone Society. It was a great turn, the beginning of a new era. Well, I know, you're all waiting impatiently. Let you see for yourself now......"

As he spoke, he lifted a cover on the ground, revealing a pentagram underneath.

"This is a very standard pentagram pattern, and each of you knows that the five vertices of the pentagram represent different elements, namely earth, water, fire, wind, and the fifth element, which symbolizes the mysterious power of the mouth. That is the foundation of our Magic Stone Society!"

His voice echoed through the dreary chamber, causing the apprentices to make some uneasy noises. If today's mysterious ritual is actually about these boring occult knowledge, then it will be too boring.

But the next scene made the eyes of these apprentices almost bulge. As he spoke, his hands spread out, as if he were holding something mysterious in the air that could not be seen. There were, a glimmer of light emanating from his hands.