"I've seen the mechanism map, the so-called stove bag, in fact, is the wind fur," the young man smiled when he heard this, his face was pale, "that Qiu Sheng's system, similar to the windbag I made when I was ten years old, compared to the eldest brother is much inferior, the biggest flaw is that it is too cumbersome, and one person needs to railing when using it, and one person is pushing the bag down." ”

The old man shook his head: "Zhun Er, you are biased to compare Qiu Yan with Fei'er. ”

The young man known as "Zhun Er" said with a smile: "But what I'm saying is the truth, even though Qiu Sheng has some talent, he is already past the weak crown, even if he turns to specialize, his achievements are limited." ”

The old man still shook his head: "Your vision is not enough, you see things superficially, you just see the simple diagram of the mechanism, but you don't know that the structure is easier to be remembered and learned. ”

"Even so, it's not enough to show that his talent is comparable to that of the eldest brother!" Zhun Erwu shook his head.

The old man sighed and said, "Even if the structure of this stove sac is bulky, you don't see that there is an unfinished meaning in that mechanism diagram, and you obviously don't write down all the thoughts in your chest!"

Zhun Er said disapprerovingly: "Uncle Shi, I think you think too much." ”

When the old man saw Zhun'er's appearance, he knew that the other party was young and vigorous, and he had a youthful heart, so how could he easily convince others? Not to mention, Qiu Yan was still a Confucian student. He didn't say anything, but said: "You have seen the mechanism diagram of the stove, I don't know the copy of the Hongqiao, have you ever seen it?"

"Oh, I've never seen this before, but it's just a bridge, how can you see the ability?"

Zhun Er was talking, but saw the old man take out a scroll from his arms and spread it out on the table.

Strangely, the painting is pitch black, and no other colors are visible.

But Zhun'er's eyes flashed with brilliance, his eyes were shining, and then his face changed, and he looked surprised: "What kind of bridge is this?"

"Then Qiu Sheng called it 'Hongqiao'. The old man said. While stretching out his hand, pointing to the dark painting scroll, "This bridge is two zhang four wide, spans seven zhang five, arch arrow one zhang five, each arch is arranged by six wooden beams staggered, Qiu Sheng called this method 'stacked beam arch', can be twenty-two rows of arches horizontally into the bridge body, adjacent to the frame, transversely connected." Without other support, it looks like a rainbow crossing the river from a distance!"

"This ......" Zhun Er's eyes widened, "Although this method can fix the bridge body, it is easy to ask for difficulties, why not use the bridge pillar to support?

"Therefore, your kung fu is not yet at home, and you can't just talk about it on paper, you have to apply what you have learned. Why did Qiu Sheng want to fly the Hongqiao? It is because the bridge in Shuikou Town is erected on the rapids, and when the mountains and rivers rise in July and August every year, the bridge pillars will be washed away, and the pillars will be gone. Where's the bridge?"

Hearing this, Zhun Er actually broke out in a cold sweat on his head, staring at the scroll in front of him, his eyes trembling slightly. His lips quivered, as if he were calculating something.

It turned out that this Hongqiao was Qiu Yan on his way north. A method left behind when passing through a village called "Mizuguchi Town".

At this time, the bridges were mostly wooden pillars, which were used to hold the bridge body against the bridge body and build the bridge.

However, this method is not suitable in Shuikou Town, because the Han River passes through the town, the water flow is turbulent, as soon as the summer comes, the bridge will collapse, and now it has just passed in August, the bridge body has collapsed again, Qiu Yan happened to pass by when rebuilding, looked at a few times, and left a structural drawing.

Shuikou Town is still in the territory of Jiannan Province, and the local officials also know Qiu Yan's reputation, coupled with the interference of the Soul Dao and Shinto, it was finally built.

This bridge does not need pillars, so naturally there is no need to worry about being hit by the rapids.

Afterwards, the bridge was named "Qiu Sheng Bridge" by the villagers, also called "Qiu Sheng Hongqiao".

After a while, the sweaty Zhun Er breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Yes, this kind of flying rainbow bridge is indeed not ordinary, let me think about it, and I may not be able to come up with it, but I don't believe that Qiu Yan, a Confucian scholar who does learning, can come up with this method, there must be a heritage, otherwise he designed such a flying bridge, why don't you make a noise?

The old man sighed again and said: "This is the frightening place, that Qiu Sheng left the stove bag and Hongqiao, and left suddenly, looking indifferent, obviously his ambition is not here, and he doesn't take these too seriously." ”

As soon as he said this, Zhun'er's face suddenly became ugly, and the things he pursued were not valued in the eyes of others, and anyone would be unhappy.

What makes him even more difficult to accept is that this person who doesn't pay attention to institutional learning, travels all the way to study, and occasionally does it, but can leave amazing things, this contrast makes Zhun Er faintly jealous and inexplicably hostile.

The old man didn't seem to notice Zhun'er's face, and said to himself: "Besides, although he didn't deliberately publicize it, Hongqiao and the stove bag are placed there, and it is only a matter of time before they become famous all over the world." Moreover, this is still a good qualification, if he becomes an official in the future, he may be able to use it as capital to advance. ”

"Hmph!" Zhun Er snorted coldly when he heard it, "The law of Fengqiu has long been recorded in ancient books, but because of the prosperity of Shinto in later generations, it was drowned in the long river of history.

When he said this, he was arrogant, but Zuihou changed his words again, and said in a deep voice: "Uncle Shi, let's not go back first, go to the eastern capital for a turn!"

"Oh?" the old man raised his eyebrows, knowing that the agitation method had an effect, but his face remained silent, "You want to go to the Eastern Capital......?"

"It was before, but now I have changed my mind! Confucian Xingtan is a rare opportunity, and the eastern capital is full of academies and all walks of life, so how can I miss it? I Tian Zhun wants to take a look, what young and handsome people are in this Confucianism now!"

The old man hesitated slightly, zuihou nodded and said, "It's okay, then go to the eastern capital." After the words fell, he put away the scroll, took out a few coins from his sleeve, and put them on the table.

After doing this, the old man and the young got up and left.

In the past half a day, the two have said a lot of words, many of which are worried, and they may even cause a storm when they are spread, but the words are grandiose, but the people at the tables next to them don't seem to have heard it, and they don't care.

It didn't take long for two ink-colored figures to disappear into the crowd.

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Cracking sound!

The hall where King Yan was invited was already in a mess, and after Qiu Yan left, King Yan calmed down for a while, and then became angry, smashing objects frantically, and smashing whatever he touched!

"Damn! A scholar dares to threaten me, the prince! It's just the opposite!"

Ground. Filled with porcelain shards, leftovers, and topped tables and chairs, many of them of great value.

The maid and the servant watched from the sidelines, but they did not dare to come forward to comfort them, and they were silent.

After smashing for a while, King Yan panted, stopped moving, and the anger in his heart calmed down slightly, and then his face showed a fierce light.

"Then Qiu Yan thinks that everything will be fine if he catches up with the Academy of Liberal Arts? I have the same eyeliner in the academy, and I only need to make a little trick when the time comes...... Ahh

He's thinking of a way to get revenge. Suddenly screamed, raised his hand to cover his head, and fell to the ground and rolled!

Seeing this scene, the maid and the servants panicked, they didn't dare to step forward for fear of being angered, but now the situation is obviously that King Yan is in poor health and can't ignore it.

But when they stepped forward, they didn't know what to do.

Then. A faint voice came from the side-

"Go...... Go and invite Miss Han over!

But it was the ram who opened his mouth to command, and at this moment he was paralyzed in a corner, his face was pale and haggard. After saying this, he was out of breath.

Hearing the command, one of the servants answered and left in a hurry. It didn't take long for the Confucian student dressed as a son to come over.

When the ram saw the comer, he struggled to get up. Chong Na Confucian arched his hand and said, "Miss Han, please save my lord." ”

"That's easy to say. Confucius replied in a crisp voice, obviously a woman disguised as a man, she took two steps forward, her eyes flashed, her eyes fell on King Yan, and then said with a smile, "What a Qiu Yan, he actually uses such methods to restrain others, and if he has evil thoughts, he will be severely punished!

When the words fell, the folding fan in his hand opened with a "swish", and a line of words was written on the fan surface-

Governance of the strong is born in the law, and weak chaos is born in A!

The stability and strength of a nation arise from the conduct of the law, while the weakness of turmoil is due to the transgression of the law and the submission of human will and commands.

Each of these ten words exudes a strong and irrefutable taste, which is as strong as iron, and does not move a bit!

There is charm and artistic conception flowing out!

Then, "Miss Han" took a fan, the air flowed, and pounced on King Yan's body, and the appearance of a ring headband faintly appeared on the other party's head, and then merged into the flesh and blood, and King Yan immediately stopped screaming and eased up, but his robe was covered with debris and soup, and he was extremely embarrassed.

"Li Jie, count yourself lucky, if it weren't for the fan of your ancestor, you would only have to wait for your thoughts to subside before you could get rid of the severe pain. Miss Han looked at King Yan and shook her head, "However, if you treat the symptoms but not the root cause, if you have evil thoughts about Qiu Yan in the future, the scene just now will be repeated." ”

"What?" Yan Wang Li Jie's face turned pale, "I also ask Sister Wei to save me and eradicate the hidden danger." ”

"I don't have the ability to eradicate it, you can go to Jinwu Dao to find a way," Miss Han put away the folding fan and turned around with a smile, "However, I advise you to stay away from the Dao Gate, people outside the Fang Fang can't be trusted." ”

She turned around and said: "Moreover, the town ruler and the jade basin are with you, it is for you to do learning, not to steal, you must know that Wenqi is one of the pillars of dragon qi, and if you move Wenqi, you will naturally be counterattacked, Qiu Yan is just an appearance, otherwise why do you dare to touch you? He is not afraid of dragon qi backlash? It's not the evil cause you planted, and it bears bitter fruit! ”

After saying that, Miss Han took steps, shook her fan, and went out to leave, leaving King Yan with a cloudy face.

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In the evening, Qiu Yan followed the carriage of Zhen Zhizuo and others to the gate of Li Zong Academy.

On the way, Zhen Zhizuo also introduced a lot of information related to Li Zong, including many of the words of Zhuyu, which made Qiu Yan interested in the two gentlemen, Da Chen and Xiao Chen, and had the mind to ask for advice.

At a distance from the main entrance, several people got out of the car and met five Confucian students, followed by more than a dozen servants, to say that the scene was not bad, but Zhen Zhizuo's face was directly gloomy.

Seeing this, the Confucian student at the head smiled bitterly and said: "Brother Zhen, don't blame Huazhang, in the past few days, Secretary He has been reasoning with Rentian, and he can't get out of his body, so he sent me and others here." (To be continued......)

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