Chapter 23 Qi Jiguang?

"General Qi Jiguang?"

The current era developed directly from the Great Ming Dynasty, and there is great respect for this famous historical general. Fang Feng saw the astonished looks on everyone's faces, took a sip of beer, and muttered, "However, the relationship with General Qi is not that great, but of course, there is a relationship."

He fumbled around his body for a long time before finding an ancient-style key and opening the door.

As the door opened, a cloud of dust billowed up.

Fang Feng got a mouthful of dirt.

"Pui, pui, pui."

After walking in, everyone could see that the carving of the arm was extremely skillful. The texture of the skin on the palm was almost the same as that of a human. Wei Yuan stared at the pen, reached out to touch it, and outlined its true spirit. He seemed to see a middle-aged man with angry eyes.

However, he was not writing, but throwing the pen.

The killing intent was awe-inspiring, and there was also a sense of righteousness that ordinary people could not match.

Immediately, Wei Yuan saw a masked, tall man whose throat was pierced by the pen and who collapsed and died.

The middle-aged man picked up the pen and suddenly laughed at himself:

"After the ink dries, the pen's edge is sharp and can kill thieves."

After moistening the pen tip, he dipped it directly in blood and began to write on the white paper on the table. From the scene contained in this pen, Wei Yuan saw a sharp, large character at the beginning, 武 (wǔ) meaning martial, using blood as ink. It was quite somber and had a certain composition. The scene then dissipated. Obviously, this was the reason why this pen contained a true spirit.

The others did not notice Wei Yuan's momentary change.

Fang Feng was still reminiscing and slowly said, "This arm and this pen belonged to a scholar... As for the relationship with General Qi, General Qi was not an invincible famous general when he was in his twenties. He grew up slowly."

Yuan Jue said, "Is the benefactor saying that this scholar is related to General Qi?"

"Is he a staff member?"

The honest man shook his head and said, "He was a teacher."

"The mandarin duck formation was created by him, named Tang Shunzhi."

"If we have to talk about it, this gentleman wrote six books, and the one called *Wu* was passed on to General Qi. He lived in seclusion for sixteen years, studying things, it seems that he was proficient in astronomy, music, geography, military strategy, and everything else. He originally wanted to die in seclusion, but later, in order to resist the *wokou* (Japanese pirates), he lost his reputation."

"Why?"

"Because he took the path of the treacherous minister Yan Song to become an official."

"Friends advised him that if he went out at this time, he would succeed in resisting the *wokou* but bear the name of loving wealth and serving treacherous ministers. If he lost, he would definitely be pushed out as a scapegoat. But for the sake of resisting the *wokou*, he still went out. Anyway, that's what my ancestors passed down."

"After he came into the world, he directly reversed the battle situation. How could the *wokou* be a match for such a person? They were beaten down."

Zhang Hao was not very familiar with this history and said, "Then why was his reputation ruined?"

Fang Feng shrugged and said, "Because he died."

"At that time, he was indispensable at the seaside. He led troops to fight and patrolled everywhere. In the end, he died of illness and exhaustion at the age of fifty-four on a ship while resisting the *wokou*. Before his death, he left a will, saying that he had only three wishes in his life: to die on the battlefield, to unfortunately fall into the hands of the *wokou* and serve Shenzhou (China) with loyalty, or to die on a ship."

"After his death, those great men in the court at that time ridiculed him, saying, 'He didn't measure his own strength, forgot that he was a nobody, wanted to show off his martial arts, exposed his shortcomings, and was laughed at by the world.' I've heard this story many times, and I can recite this sentence. It roughly means, why doesn't a good scholar study and instead go to the battlefield? He died of exhaustion, right?"

"This sentence was written by that Zhang Juzheng."

"The big shots in the Ming Dynasty were really boring..."

Zhang Hao and the others felt a little suffocated. He died for the country and the people, but in the end, he was ridiculed by the people in the court. Fang Feng burped from the wine and pointed to the jade arm and said:

"I don't know who this Tang Shunzhi offended, but after he died, someone pretended to visit him, but took the opportunity to cut off Tang Gong's head and arms."

"In the end, there was no choice but to find my ancestors to carve jade arms for him."

"Someone also cast a head of gold and iron for him, so that he could be buried intact."

"At that time, two arms were carved, and one was left here. The reward was the pen that Tang Gong used to 'throw the pen and stab the assassin' when he was young. Alas, it's a pity that my ancestors' jade carving skills have not been passed down to my generation at all."

A jade craftsman...

Wei Yuan withdrew his gaze from the pen and looked at the arm. His jade carving skills came from the experience of carving the *Shan Hai Yu Shu* (Jade Book of Mountains and Seas) in the *Shan Hai Jing* (Classic of Mountains and Seas) period. However, even he could see that the jade craftsman's carving was quite skillful, lifelike. Even if he used the jade carving technique of the Fangfeng clan, it would be no more than this.

As for the pen that contained Tang Shunzhi's true spirit.

He wanted it a little.

With the connection between this pen and the Qi family army, it would be a good gift to give it to the war soul.

The picture contained in this pen also contained the *Wu*, which was once given to Qi Jiguang, which should be of great value to the war soul.

However, this was someone else's ancestral property after all, so he couldn't ask for it.

Zhang Hao said, "The assassin... I'm afraid it was done by the *wokou*."

Fang Feng glanced at him and said strangely:

"My ancestors recorded that the assassin had a Dantu accent."

Dantu is in Jiangnan.

Zhang Hao opened his mouth, "This..."

The fisherman next to him took a sip of wine and said indifferently, "I guess Tang Gong moved someone's interests, right? You see, the *wokou* were very serious at that time. If it's serious, you have to allocate money, right? If you deduct a little bit, that's a lot of money."

"Tang Shunzhi drove the *wokou* back and also tried to open the sea ban. These people must be unhappy."

The fisherman was seriously telling some stories he had made up in his mind.

Wei Yuan's attention fell on the things next to him. There was a box placed there, and the box was slightly opened, with a broken jade hairpin inside. He said, "Is this jade hairpin also Tang Gong's?" Noticing Wei Yuan's gaze, Fang Feng's voice paused and said, "That... that's my ancestor's."

He scratched his head and said:

"My ancestor was just a poor jade craftsman who committed a crime and ran to this island to take refuge."

"Later, when he went out to sea, he saved a young lady from a rich family."

"Who would have thought that the young lady was so silly that she actually wanted to take my ancestor away from here? Of course, my ancestor refused. Later, the young lady lived on the island. Anyway, they ended up together. This jade hairpin was carved by my ancestor for that young lady. Later, it broke."

"My descendants don't understand jade carving, so there's no way to deal with it."

Wei Yuan looked at the ancient but exquisite jade hairpin and said:

"If you're willing, I can fix it."

Everyone was stunned and looked at Wei Yuan with suspicion.

Curator Wei, aren't you a swordsman?

You can also repair jade?

Shouldn't you only know how to split jade in half with a sword?

Wei Yuan felt offended, his mouth twitched, and he said calmly:

"...I am a museum curator."

"It's normal to know a little bit about jade carving."

Everyone understood.

He looked at Fang Feng and explained, "This jade hairpin is already broken, and there's no way to change that. However, you can use silver or gold to make carved decorations to fix the broken parts and connect the jade hairpin. What do you think?"

Fang Feng hesitated and said, "...I might not be able to afford the reward."

Wei Yuan shook his head and said, "No reward is needed."

"This jade hairpin is very delicate, and the jade carving technique is also very exquisite."

"I also want to watch and learn the technique."

He smiled and said frankly:

"I also want to carve a jade hairpin for someone, but I'm afraid my skills are too poor to be presentable."

"So I want to steal a little bit."

Fang Feng understood, waved his hand and smiled, "You can just watch. As for this..."

"This old thing isn't worth much, so it's not worth repairing."

Wei Yuan opened the box, looked carefully at the jade hairpin, and replied, "It's not a matter of whether it's worth money or not."

"These antiques all carry the experiences and emotions of people from the past."

"It can't be measured by money."

He stared at the jade hairpin, his fingers gently stroking the lines on it, feeling the carvings, and suddenly understood.

Um... so that's how it is.

It's more delicate than the jade carving technique of the Fangfeng clan.

For Jue, Kunlun white jade would be good.

She likes plum blossoms more.

Then, a plum blossom relief, with the hairpin as a branch, and carve two large plums and fourteen ordinary plum blossoms, of different sizes. It still looks simple and unadorned, and only when you get close can you see the thoughtfulness.

…………………………

Wei Yuan pondered the hairpin while waiting for Xiang Hongbao and Feng Siyu.

He planned to start exploring the formation after these two guys came back, and then summon Wuzhiqi.

Everyone returned to the house. Although Wei Yuan was a little tempted by the pen containing the true spirit of Tang Shunzhi, Qi Jiguang's teacher, he still did not ask for it. Zhang Hao took a sip of tea, looked curiously at Wei Yuan, walked over and coughed, and asked, "Curator Wei, I have something I don't know if I should say."

Wei Yuan raised his eyes and glanced at him and said, "If you don't know if you should ask, then don't ask."

Zhang Hao was choked.

He said calmly, "Who are you planning to give the jade hairpin to?"

"Which one is it?"

The elite executive officer of the Special Operations Team's eyes sparkled with gossip.

Female figures flashed before his eyes. Yu Ji should be impossible. Curator Wei looked serious and upright, and it was impossible for him to have the hobbies of Prime Minister Cao; that Celestial Maiden senior? Or the Nine-tailed Fox, or the one from the Qingqiu Hu family? Or the one from the Qingqiu Su family?

Or, all of them?!

Carve several jade hairpins in one breath, one for each person?

Hiss—

Curator Wei is terrifying.

Wei Yuan's mouth twitched and he replied, "What which one..."

He said, "There has only ever been her."

Oh?

Yuan Jue's ears twitched.

He was a little curious, who stopped him from fulfilling his great wish to guide Curator Wei into Buddhism.

Zhang Hao's eyes lit up slightly, and he was very interested in this question.

Wei Yuan said, "From beginning to end, it has always been her."

"She was there when I was a child, she was still there when I was older, and she is still there now."

"Do you want to know who she is?"

Zhang Hao nodded.

Then he saw that Curator Wei's mouth slightly curved, smiled, and nodded:

"Guess?"

"…………"

??!

The smile on Zhang Hao's face froze.

Yuan Jue sighed inwardly.

He felt that his Zen heart had wavered.

After arousing people's curiosity and gossiping hearts, he mercilessly killed this curiosity in the most playful way. A breath stuck in his heart, unable to come out or go down. Curator Wei's performance at this time was really... somewhat indescribable.

Zhang Hao almost suffocated to death.

Wei Yuan felt that it was really refreshing.

He said lightly, "Sit down."

"The two of them should be back soon."

Zhang Hao paused for a while and suddenly realized something.

Curator Wei seemed to be serious when he spoke just now.

But before he could ask, in less than five minutes, Feng Siyu and Xiang Hongbao returned.

Feng Siyu was still the same, except that the thing in her hand had changed from a small bag of melon seeds to a small portion of cream popcorn. That small satchel was still flat, but no one knew how much delicious food was actually inside.

But Xiang Hongbao was different.

His face was pale, and he was obviously still a little frightened. His palms were trembling slightly uncontrollably because of fear. Most importantly, there was an extremely obvious chaotic spiritual energy entangled around Xiang Hongbao. The expressions of everyone present changed slightly.

Wei Yuan raised his hand and pressed it on Xiang Hongbao's shoulder, checking the latter's physical condition with his inner Qi. After confirming that it was only caused by two frights, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "What happened?"

Xiang Hongbao breathed out a breath and told his experience.

However, he hid the fact that the real identity of the girl next to him was actually an angel.

After he finished speaking, the expressions of Wei Yuan, Yuan Jue, Zhang Hao, and Ji Kangle changed slightly.

The ground that suddenly collapsed.

The bottomless huge pit and the chaotic spiritual energy.

There's a problem!

Several people told Fang Feng and the other villagers to close the doors and windows and not to go out no matter what they heard, and then rushed to the place where Xiang Hongbao encountered danger. When they went, the pit had become even larger, and the current radius had exceeded fifty meters.

It was clearly a sultry autumn day, but at this moment, there was a cold and gloomy smell near the pit.

Feng Siyu added, "This place was originally going to get smaller."

"I put a spell here, so the entrance can last a little longer."

"But it won't last long."

Wei Yuan's expression did not change, and his left hand's five fingers were slightly bent.

A wave of spiritual energy covered the entire island, especially the places where the residential buildings were located.

This was the formation that the Yellow Turban Warriors had just completed.

In order not to affect ordinary people.

Everyone was stunned, and they all felt a sense of relief in their hearts. Ji Kangle especially felt it deeply. This Curator Wei looked young, but his way of doing things was meticulous and quite experienced. He had actually set up a formation without anyone knowing.

Could it be that he had also done similar work to him?

At this time, Wei Yuan's right hand gently drew a talisman in the void.

He flicked his fingers, and the talisman shattered instantly.

The Seventy-two Earthly Fiends · Driving Gods.

Almost in just a few breaths, a second consciousness appeared in Wei Yuan's mind. It was the feedback from Wuzhiqi, which made him in a state of half-asleep and half-awake, and he could communicate with Wuzhiqi.

Wei Yuan asked in his heart, "Did you feel the aura of Gonggong in this place?"

Wuzhiqi's voice was a bit solemn, "It's impossible for it to be Him, but the water vapor in this place is indeed a bit strange."

"Go down and take a look."

"Okay."

Wei Yuan looked at the solemn expressions on the faces of the people next to him and said:

"You guys wait here, I'll go down and take a look."

Yuan Jue said slowly, "This monk will go with you."

Wei Yuan reached out and stopped him, "Yuan Jue, you should stay here."

"If something dangerous happens later, we can only rely on you outside."

Yuan Jue hesitated for a moment, nodded, and took a step back, saying:

"Then, Curator Wei, please be careful."

"Leave this place to this monk."

"Okay."

Wei Yuan nodded, looked at the huge pit that seemed to have no bottom, took a step forward, and fell directly into it. His Qi entangled and drove the wind, and he quickly went deep into it. It took several breaths before he could see the bottom. He could only feel the cold becoming heavier and more humid.

With a soft sound, Wei Yuan felt the ground with his feet.

The bottom of the pit did not directly lead into the East Sea. Below was a huge cave.

Wei Yuan frowned, his Qi spread out, and his control of water was enough to easily control the increasingly turbulent water vapor. His eyes were concealed with divine charm, and he could see things in the dark. He was wary and looked around, thinking in his heart that Zhu Jiuyin said that taking Feng Siyu would bring a small surprise...

If there was no Feng Siyu, Xiang Hongbao would have been swallowed up directly.

The cave would also disappear, and they might not be able to find this place at all.

In other words, the surprise that Zhu Jiuyin was talking about was here?

What is here?

Wei Yuan scanned his surroundings, looking into the distance, and suddenly noticed a change in the water vapor. He approached and his pupils contracted slightly. He saw in this underground cave, men and women with blond hair, but now they had all turned into corpses.

Wei Yuan squatted down and pressed his fingers on the corpses. He initially judged that these were indeed the people who had disappeared from the East Sea. His mind was filled with thoughts.

Were they killed and then thrown here?

Or did they sneak ashore and fall into the pit like Xiang Hongbao?

Wei Yuan turned over a man and saw sharp bite marks on his neck.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that Gonggong did not make a move.

That's great, he doesn't have to encounter that Great God who has quite the temper among the gods of the *Shan Hai Jing*.

Other god systems create great floods for the entire god system.

This one did it himself.

At this moment, a pair of cold corners of the eyes appeared silently behind Wei Yuan, and then, in the shadows, a huge mouth slowly opened, revealing teeth like knives, locking onto Wei Yuan. A ferocious and tyrannical Qi flashed in those eyes, and then it bit down fiercely.

A fierce and savage Qi erupted at this moment.

Obviously, it was a specialized predator.

But this perfect and ruthless attack failed to hit the target.

A palm pressed on its head.

The squatting Wei Yuan disappeared at some point, and another standing Wei Yuan appeared next to him. Although the illusion technique was a small thing that Wuzhiqi looked down upon, it was useful in many occasions. The giant beast, like a snake, was still hissing and attacking, swinging its tail down.

Wei Yuan's left eye turned golden.

His fingers moved slightly.

A roaring sound!

With just a little force, he pressed the huge sea snake to the ground. The latter's tyranny instantly turned into a miserable wail. Wei Yuan stared at the giant snake and frowned slightly. Could it be this thing that, in cooperation with the suddenly appearing huge pit, ambushed all those angels?

With the blessing of Wuzhiqi's partial power, this snake still had the power to struggle.

It's not weak, and it's not a problem to kill these angels.

The giant snake's tail slammed heavily on the ground, the sound was huge and shocking, making people feel fear. When Wei Yuan was planning to take this thing up, the ground under his feet suddenly shook. His expression changed, and just as he was about to take off, the ground under his feet shattered instantly, and a wave of seawater suddenly entangled Wei Yuan's legs.

Almost instantly, he was pulled into the sea.

He entered the ocean in an instant.

Wei Yuan's vision was obscured by the water.

In the next moment, the surrounding seawater directly collapsed, surrounding Wei Yuan like a king. Wuzhiqi's true spirit made a sound in Wei Yuan's heart, and added calmly:

"Add one."

The corners of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched.

It was just controlling water, he could do it himself.

When did this monkey learn how to extort?

Damn it!

He's not learning good things!

Scolding in his heart, Wei Yuan did not entangle with Wuzhiqi at this time, concentrating his mind and paying attention to the surrounding environment. Among the schools of fish, he slowly sank downwards, raising his head to see the shadow of the island, and lowering his head to see that the depths of the sea were not transparent at all, as if something unknown and terrifying was hidden.

They fell into the seabed, their feet touching the ground.

Wei Yuan's eyes moved slightly.

He hadn't seen it at all when he was above.

Now that he came down, he realized that there was actually a pavilion on the deep-sea reef in front of him?!

There was a stone table in the pavilion.

Behind the table was a tall man.

Wei Yuan raised his hand and pressed the sword, preparing for battle, but his golden left pupil contracted sharply in an instant.

In the next moment, a force of water suddenly appeared, entangling Wei Yuan, as if thousands of waters were entwined, and sent him to the front of the pavilion. Wei Yuan's expression did not change, he raised his hand and drew his sword, smashing the water vapor, spun around, and spat out flames with his left hand, and instantly approached, bending his five fingers slightly, about to press this ruthless and direct move on the man's face.

The man raised his hand and pressed it on Wei Yuan's shoulder. Wei Yuan only felt his eyes shake, and his body swayed. The Seventy-two Earthly Fiends was instantly broken. When he came back to his senses, he had already fallen on the chair. He had never seen an opponent who could easily suppress him. His face sank slightly, and he raised his head and saw Wuzhiqi with white hair and golden eyes.

Wuzhiqi's connection with him, the true spirit left in his soul, was directly knocked out.

The man said calmly:

"Sit down."

Wei Yuan said slowly, "Who are you?"

The tall man looked at him, smiling mockingly:

"Didn't you say you wanted to drink with me?"

Drink together?

Wei Yuan was stunned.

He suddenly thought of the sentence he and Wuzhiqi said at the same time when the Huai River was diverted. They said Gonggong, drink together.

His heart jumped heavily.

Opening his mouth, Wei Yuan suddenly recalled Zhu Jiuyin's words in his mind.

'Well, this time you can take the little guy from the Yu race, there should be an unexpected surprise...'

Unexpected... surprise?!

PS: Today's two-in-one... 6,000 words, divided into 3,000 words per chapter

It's difficult to write... Some things are boring for the time being, but they must be written.

By the way, forcibly control the daily routine.