"I see!

Seeing the question of the policy, Qiu Yan's heart suddenly appeared enlightened, but he was not in a hurry, but put down the question, spread out the meaning of the scriptures and ink, and calmly answered the question.

The mind is condensed, the font under the pen rises again, and the blood is surging.

At this time, the sky was not yet dawn, and the entire tribute courtyard was filled with cold, but as Qiu Yan put down his pen, the warm atmosphere gradually emanated from the surroundings of his room.

At first, it was not obvious, but after a while, even a little water vapor condensed, which attracted the attention of the inspector, who came over, but he didn't know the essentials, so he had to go to the inspector.

The inspectors of the township examination are all school officials from several provinces, and after being called, they were also puzzled and leaned forward.

"What's going on?" the examiner whispered, finally discovering a clue, "The heat seems to come from the candidate's room, isn't there something strange?"

Suspicious, the examiner looked down at Qiu Yan's name.

"Qiu Yan, this name is a bit familiar......

Thinking about it, his eyes moved, his eyes swept over the exam papers, and he noticed the columns of handwriting, and he was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help blurting out: "Good words!"

As soon as these two words were said, it also reminded the examiner why he felt that the name "Qiu Yan" was familiar.

"It turned out to be the Qiu Yan who has recently become famous, I heard that the calligraphy attainments are extraordinary, I thought there was a suspicion of falsehood, but now I look at it, and I know that what I said is true!"

He stared at Qiu Yan like this, as if he had taken root under his feet, and after a long time, he let others see the abnormality, and attracted two more inspectors, these two people came, first inquired, and then stopped in place like the previous person. Look at Qiu Yan's writing.

The three examiners, gathered in front of a candidate, of course, will make people pay attention to it, Fang Ziyan, who was struggling to write, raised his head and looked over.

His room was not far from Qiu Yan, and when he looked up, he could see the opposite scene, and then he saw three inspectors standing outside Qiu Yan's room, watching intently, their faces showing admiration from time to time, and they were immediately jealous.

"This Qiu Yan likes to be in the limelight. I don't know how to restrain myself in the examination room," hateful whispering, Fang Ziyan stared at the other side, revealing a sneer, "It's a pity, he doesn't know that he wants to be smart but is mistaken by being smart! Originally, because of Ma Yang's relationship, Qi Zhengyuan wanted to avoid suspicion, but now Qiu Yan has made such a storm again, and he will talk about it afterwards." Even if you raise someone's fame, you can give him a revolution!"

Thinking of the place of pride, all kinds of schemes flowed through Fang Ziyan's heart.

Now is different from the past, in the past, he was dissatisfied with Qiu Yan. is unwilling to be robbed of the limelight and overshadowed by Qiu Yan, and his reputation is just a personal grudge, but now he has the heart to join the new party, and he is rendering Qiu Yan into the old party. So cracking down on Qiu Yan is to express one's stance and show loyalty, which is naturally an unshirkable responsibility.

"If the chief examiner Qi Zhengyuan also came at this time. That's ideal, everyone is watching, no matter what I say afterwards, no matter how well Qiu Yan's article is written, it's ......"

He was thinking about it when he suddenly heard a majestic voice coming.

"How many of you, what are you doing here?"

Then, I saw a middle-aged official walking over, with a Chinese face, a head tattoo, wearing court clothes, and walking very steadily with every step.

Hearing this voice, the three inspectors moved in unison, turned around and saluted, and called out "My Excellency".

This person is the chief examiner of this township examination, Qi Zhengyuan.

"All wishes come true!"

Seeing this person, Fang Ziyan couldn't help but be ecstatic, this emotion exploded, making him restless, his wrist trembled, and a drop of ink dropped from the tip of the pen and fell on the exam paper!

The ink stained the rice paper and expanded rapidly.

"Not good!"

Seeing this scene, Fang Ziyan's complexion changed greatly, and he couldn't care about anything else, so he hurriedly took out the orpiment and smeared it.

When the orpiment is rubbed, the pale yellow pigment covers the ink, which is the same as the color of the paper at first glance, which is the saying that the orpiment is true.

However, if you look closely, you can still find traces, and the volume is not neat, and it is very likely to be demoted because of it, and if this is the case, then it is called wronged.

On the other side, Qi Zhengyuan said a few words to the three inspectors, ordered them to disperse, and then walked to Qiu Yan's room, looked at the handwriting on the scroll, showed surprise in his eyes, then nodded, and walked away again.

Qiu Yan didn't react much, and after a few strokes, the scriptures, ink meanings, and essays were all completed.

Then he put down his pen, closed his eyes and pondered for a while, then took out a piece of paper, wrote down the question of the question, and then put it down into words.

Soldiers, the upper words are planned, the middle words are advantageous, and the lower words are timely.

People plot, according to the nature of people, swamp people are good at plundering, but there is a gap, and they will pour troops out. I heard that the soldiers have been mobilized recently, guarding the inside and outside......

Qiu Yan wrote in his hand, the thoughts in his heart flowed, and the information from the divine thoughts continued to converge, turning the motives, movements, and actions of the swamp people into words, written on the paper, the words were full, and the pen was full of spirit, exuding an artistic conception of heavy troops pressing the city, which made people feel breathless.

..................

Jiarong County has turned into a sea of fire at this time, and the swamp people have set up troops on the streets, burning, killing and looting.

"It's a rare opportunity! It's a rare opportunity! You must grab a little more!"

Many swamp soldiers were stuffed with gold and silver, and rice and grain, but they were still not satisfied, and they still walked the streets and alleys to loot.

Outside the city, Fat Xin rode a horse, laughing at the chaos in the city, with a look of fascination.

"The great rivers and mountains of the Central Plains are really fascinating. ”

At this time, several swamp soldiers rushed over, came to him, hugged their fists and said: "King Qiyu, Deying They seem to have resisted the Buddha's light, and there are signs of recovery!"

He paused for a moment, and then said, "The swamp gods are not here, how can they resist the power of the Buddha?"

Next to him, a thin man dressed as a native of the Central Plains stepped forward and reminded: "King, it doesn't matter if those individuals wake up or are unconscious, we don't need to command their people and horses, we don't have to worry about them not being tempted by this great city!"

"The military advisor is right, let them rob it here!" Qiu Xin laughed, with a happy face, "Isn't Pan Xiangxiao'er going to calculate me? Just let him calculate, I will leave these tribes here, kill him, and when I am exhausted from killing, I will come to the fisherman to profit!"

As soon as the words fell, he pulled the horse rope and waved his arm: "Okay, it's time for us to go." Tell the sons and daughters to put down their things first, it's just a county town, don't be nostalgic, go quickly!"

The thin military advisor reminded him: "King, don't forget to leave the people and horses to take care of the craftsmen." ”

"The military advisor is right, do as you are told. ”

It didn't take long for a swamp soldier outside the county to turn around and march with Fat Xin. But the havoc in the city did not end with their departure.

Inside and outside the city, the people's grievances boiled and gradually vacated;

On the mound in the distance, the Buddha's light is still there, but there is an extra shadow inside.

Glolan sat cross-legged, a phantom shadow of the stove man faintly appeared on his body, and said to himself: "Sincere! As long as you sincerely pray to God, the stove master will bless me with peace!"

Beside. The patriarchs of several major tribes, including De Ying, all nodded with difficulty.

As the thoughts converged, the shadow of the Stove Gong became clearer and clearer.

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in the exam room. Qiu Yan rested slightly, then brewed emotions, and wrote the second paragraph-

"The southwest is mountainous, and all ethnic groups live together. It can be called the land of four wars, there are five swamps in the south, and there are fans in the west. If it is sparse because of the swamp......"

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Jiannan Road is in the west of Xinjiang, a thousand-year-old cliff.

On the cliff, a monk wearing a monk's robe and bare arms looked at it quietly.

His eyes sparkled.

At the end, the monk closed his eyes, the green tendons on the side of his eyes trembled, and gradually disappeared, and after a while, he said: "The Yongping army has been sent out, but it is not the elite of Zhang Duling's lineage, but there are quite a few people, there are two thousand people, and they have taken away nearly half of the war horses to quickly gallop to help." ”

A voice came from behind the monk: "Enough, the national teacher is for the purification of all sentient beings, and this king is a layman, and the purpose is a war horse." He Zhang Duling has the intention of making contributions, but unfortunately he was trapped in Yongping, the main force of my department is in the north, and the swamp people are shocked by Song Yuan, Zhang Duling can only fall up and down, of course, he is not reconciled, and wants to take risks, but he can only make a wedding dress for this king. ”

"Since the second prince has made a decision, let's go. The monk said, turning and walking back.

In front of him, there stood rows of men in monk robes, but their appearances were different, and as far as the eye could see, there were hundreds of them!

Teng Qi and blood, rising and fluttering above everyone, condensed into a Buddha shadow in mid-air.

"That's exactly how it should be. The second prince smiled, and a shadow flashed in his eyes.

Demonic thoughts are latent and circulating in the mind.

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In the examination room, Qiu Yan stopped writing again and started thinking.

It was nearly noon, and someone got up to hand in the papers.

But Qiu Yan was not affected in the slightest, and it didn't take long for him to write again and start deducing the battle situation.

Qiu Yan wrote very quickly, and wrote three possibilities in a row, the first and third were just foils.

This second type is about the combination of the various forces of the swamp people, attacking the border counties, and then dividing the troops, some of which are kept as bait to attract reinforcements from Darui, and the other part of which are turned into surprise soldiers.

Then, with a turn of his pen, he wrote that the border generals of the military town had made good achievements, rashly sent troops, fell into the plan of the people, suffered heavy losses, lost a lot of war horses, and lost the ability to gallop to help, and the headquarters of the military town threw a mouse bogey and did not dare to move again.

One by one, he wrote down the movements of the Nua people and the Fan people in a speculative and speculative tone, and when he arrived at Zuihou, he described the methods of dealing with them according to the three battle situations, and pointed out the possible hidden dangers of the enemy, and put forward the policy of "paying equal attention to suppression and appeasement".

But as it was written, Qiu Yan frowned.

"The military strength is easy to deduce, but those hundred monks, all of them are full of blood and energy, and they are even stronger than the special forces in the previous life, I don't know if Da Rui has soldiers and horses to compete with them. ”

Although he relied on his divine thoughts and inner demons, he could grasp the movements of the swamp people and the Fan people, but he didn't know much about Da Rui's military town, so this military strategy can only put forward ideas and methods to deal with it, and it is difficult to go into specific details.

"Anyway, the way of employing people is to choose people's positions, marching and fighting is the position of a general after all, Song Yuan and Zhang Duling have been in Xinjiang for many years, and their art of war and knowledge must be far stronger than mine. ”

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, and wrote a sentence of zuihou-

"You can't be exclusive to victory, and you can't be exclusive to defeat. (To be continued......)

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Note: "Victory cannot be specialized, defeat must not be specialized" is from the "Tiger Sutra" [Song], and there will be an explanation in the later chapters.