Tang Zhangwei is most grateful not for these unicorns, but for the veterans from the Qinling Mountains, it is these veterans who are in the depths of the Qinling Mountains and silently dedicate themselves to keeping the peace of the Tang Empire. *Miscellaneous Chronicles*

Unlike those shallow guys, General Tang Zhangwei actually didn't think that the sneak attack of those soldiers in the depths of the Qinling Mountains was a big deal, because these people were sneak attacked by some villains, which only showed that they were a group of vicious villains who just grasped the weakness.

However, after those people thanked Tang Zhangwei in the general's mansion, they actually left only one unicorn, while the others disappeared into the Bright Forest.

In the Bright Forest, there are a large number of light creatures, but there is only one person in the Tang Dynasty who knows where the Bright Forest is.

Some people say that the Bright Forest is in the desert, some people say that this is just a legend, and some people say that this Bright Forest is in the sunny city of Yingzhou. Wang Fang sighed, poured himself a glass of wine, drank it all, looked at Ren Feiguang and said, "I have no regrets about losing like this." To tell you the truth, this formation was set up by the Hu people by the river when I crossed south a few years ago. At that time, I broke the enemy's formation, and I thought it would be too much. Today I learned otherwise. If we fight like this again in the future, and the Hu people also have a figure like Brother Ren, wouldn't our side be absolutely unreasonable? ‘

Ren Feiguang smiled slightly: "How did you do the counting? If the two armies are facing each other, how can he be allowed to arrange them calmly? ‘

Wang Fang seemed to have an understanding, and pondered: "Brother Ren means ......"

The so-called anticipation of the enemy's opportunity may not be true, people are not immortals, how can they guess people's hearts? But if we can let people do what we want, we can win without defeat. For example, if I am weak in the south, I must slow down three or five hands before I can make up for it. At that time, if Brother Wang attacked the south with all his might, he could withdraw at least half of his men. But I deliberately made it clear that I was empty, and Brother Wang said that I must have a trap and abandon the north and south. ‘

'If the attack and defense change hands, and I know that this formation is powerful, then I must not be the enemy, and retreat with deception to lead the enemy to pursue, or feint to attack other places to lure the enemy to dispatch. When facing the enemy's opportunity, there is only one end, and it is not allowed to calmly deploy the formation. This is like a person who has a sharp weapon in his hand, but if he only competes with him, the sharp weapon is useless, even if it is sharp. ‘

Cui Xindi said suddenly: "It's just that if others know that they are holding sharp weapons, how can they be willing to only try their fists and feet? ‘

Ren Feiguang nodded: "That's a reasonable question." ‘

Suddenly, he pushed the plate on the table, and the plate flew towards Yan Songyuan, Cui Xindi came first, and his left hand stretched out to sweep the plate. The right hand wanted to draw his sword, but Ren Feiguang had already made a move.

The two of them clicked the lock and took it, the palm wind whistled, and more than a dozen moves passed in an instant. Suddenly they looked at each other and smiled, and at the same time withdrew their hands.

Cui Xindi nodded and said, "Teachable." ‘

Yan Songyuan high-fived and praised: "There is old decay on the side, Xiao Cui has some scruples, so he can't draw his sword." If it is above the use of soldiers, is it the same thing? ‘

Ren Feiguang was in high spirits: "Exactly. Why don't Hu people have no scruples? The Hu people were originally nomadic cavalrymen, and they have always crisscrossed the grasslands, so they don't need to worry about grain and grass, and their troops are fine but not many. And in the past ten years, the lone army has gone deep, and every city has been divided into troops to defend, and it has been difficult to find it difficult. What's more, the cavalry is not only not good at defending the city, but also has been away from home for a long time, and the homesickness is very beneficial. Grain and grass also had to be plundered from all directions, and many people were unwilling to be slaves, so they abandoned their land and fled one after another, and carried out military cantonment, but because of poor cultivation, they had little effect, and their supplies were increasingly insufficient. A few years ago, there were even rumors that their rear was unstable, and the lord of the country was fighting abroad all the year round, and his younger brother befriended the country of Minglia, and he was already quite disobedient. The anti-Hu incident has never had such a good opportunity in ten years. ‘

As he spoke, he took out a stack of atlases from his bosom. The top one is a general map of the situation in Jiangbei, with mountains and rivers faintly and city walls. It is divided into seven zones in different colours, each of which is marked with a detailed plan. Flipping over one, it is a detailed map of Minzhou, and there are details such as the number of soldiers and the generals who led the team.

Wang Fangru received a treasure, his eyes were blazing, and his expression was enthusiastic.

Ren Feiguang smiled, and suddenly pushed the map over. 'Pink Beauty, Sword Hero. If this diagram were in my possession, it might not be useful. Brother Wang, take it. ‘

Wang Fang could not hide his astonishment, stared at Yan Songyuan for a long time, and looked at Yan Songyuan.

Yan Songyuan said with a smile: "This good meeting, it is really a great blessing for us to see Ren Gongzi Liangjie." ‘

With a slight high-five, a Xiaohuan lifted the curtain and entered.

'Open the window and tell your girl to play a tune.' ‘

As soon as the window sash opened, the aroma of the wine and food dispersed, and the tea was renewed. Extinguish the burning candles and replace them with a few flower-scented lamps.

There are three lamps in total, and if you don't want it to be on, you will take the meaning of faint light and darkness. The thin silver cover took out the pattern of the radish leaf, but the pattern on the three lamps could be connected, and with a casual swing, the light flowed out, as if someone dipped the light to draw a frame of flowers and plants. When you move the position of the lamp, there are different attitudes.

At this time, the night bell on the west mountain flickered, and it was leisurely in the ears. When the afterglow will never end, a string will rise.

Everyone listened carefully to the music of the qin, and only felt that the moonlight and rivers really had to flow in response to the music, not to mention the mood of people.

The miscellaneous things in my heart were swept away, and I only saw the tea mist curling, the wind was cool and thin, the water and the moon were the same color, and the air was clear.

I don't know how long it was, I suddenly heard the sound of the jade bead curtain, the aroma at the end of my nose was slightly smelled, and the five-colored dust settled, and everything was paid for in a dream, and I couldn't wake up again.

The sound of the piano stopped, and a person came out of the jade curtain, and the moonlight on the boat was on her body, and she laughed softly: "Tsing Yi is not good at the piano, and it disturbs the hearing." ‘

I remember that the rain fell so hard that day that it seemed as if the entire turbid sky had melted and flowed endlessly, soaking the world into a gray sink.

It was on that day that I came to that northern village, far from my hometown.

The third house in the east of the village. The fence had fallen in the rain, and the outline of the hut was blurred.

I was told that Ah Ling lived here.

With such heavy rain, I don't know if she can hear the knock on the courtyard door. But even if she heard, I didn't want to see her walk through the muddy courtyard to open the door for me.

Beyond the crooked fence, I walked under the eaves, and then I saw that the window paper was yellowish, perhaps the oil lamps lit by the people in the house.

It reminded me of the countless inns I had stayed in since I left home at the age of eighteen, and the windows of the rooms that were always dark. Even after entering the house, the shopkeeper opened up the oil lamp on the table, and that little bit of yellow, reflecting the same pattern of furnishings, only made people feel that the journey was bleak and endlessly overlapped.

However, at this moment, the faint light under the low eaves makes me forget the haze and rain behind me, it makes me feel warm and stable, the feeling of ups and downs in an instant and the sorrow - happiness or not is actually in my thoughts, how useless and distant the moment seems to be after years of struggle.

I slowly put away my umbrella and knocked on the door, hearing faint footsteps in the room.

(End of chapter)