"Please, please have some tea..."

The River God stiffly poured the tea, a rare occurrence. No trash talk, no reaching for the happy water. Painter Vodka buried herself in the sofa, afraid to look up. Her personality was like most people immersed in their own worlds: the louder they trash-talk in normal times, the more cowardly they become when things actually happen.

Online, I strike with heavy blows; in reality, I'm introverted and shy.

Thinking of what she'd just said, she wanted to jump off a building right then and there.

But, maybe Marquis Wu doesn't know about cross-dressing and gender-bending...

Then she remembered that this strategist, who seemed like an immortal, had personally sent women's clothing to Sima Yi, the peerless military advisor of that time, as a prank.

Hope shattered.

Sorry, not only does he know how to play, he plays it very well.

Lady Vodka hugged the pillow even tighter.

Let me die, right now.

Old Professor Dong Yuefeng was already as excited as a student.

The reason for all of this was the young strategist sitting on the sofa.

A man who relied on himself.

A man who forcibly added the buff of legendary status to the surname Zhuge.

Causing the first reaction when encountering someone with the compound surname Zhuge in reality now to be that this person should be good at studying and have a good mind. The last one to give descendants such a strong legendary buff was the Xuanyuan clan. These two names, one gives people wit and resourcefulness, and the other gives people vastness and depth.

Dong Yuefeng was still extremely excited: "Zhuge Wuhou?" (Marquis Wu)

The young strategist smiled and nodded, his attitude gentle and kind.

The old man asked a series of questions and got the answers he wanted, but Wei Yuan, as a participant in that era, could hear that the young strategist's answers were sincere, the old man had gained something, and was emotionally satisfied, but what A-Liang himself didn't want to say, he didn't say a word.

Finally, the white-haired old man couldn't help but say, "This, Marquis Wu."

"Can you give me an autograph?"

"An autograph?"

The young man said, "That's fine, but my writing is ordinary, I'm afraid you'll laugh at it."

He casually wrote a line of blessing.

Dong Yuefeng's mouth twitched when he heard the ethereal strategist in front of him say that he was not good at writing.

Zhuge Liang's writing is rare in history, like dragon scales and phoenix claws.

For example, the *Yuanshe Tie* (Distant Journey Post) was a casual family letter written by Zhuge Liang, as for its historical status...

It was imitated by Wang Xizhi.

It was treasured by Emperor Huizong of Song.

Yes, you are not good at it.

It was only later imitated and studied by Wang Xizhi and treasured by Emperor Huizong of Song.

These two are enough.

And Wang Xizhi of the Jin Dynasty and Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty were far from the time when *Romance of the Three Kingdoms* was published. There was no claim by many later generations that Zhuge Liang was mythologized because of the *Romance of the Three Kingdoms*. In the field of art, no one is higher than Wang Xizhi in the vast thousands of years of China.

With his uninhibited personality, he would imitate the family letter written by the enemy country's prime minister after returning from victory?

It can only be said that the words in this family letter struck Wang Xizhi, no, it exploded him.

Zhuge Liang of the Ji Han (Shu Han) who almost blew up Sima Yi, a complete taboo in the dynasty of the Sima family.

Sure enough, it's cursive script, Dong Yuefeng sighed. After all, Zhuge Liang's cursive script was considered the best in Shu by the *Xuanhe Calligraphy Manual*. "You really like cursive script." The young man casually said, "Yes, because it's faster to write, it saves time."

Dong Yuefeng's mouth twitched.

The old professor felt that he had been unintentionally sunk by a genius.

He sighed, "However, it's a bit of a waste that you didn't write more articles with such good writing." The young strategist shook his head, his voice gentle, "Although Liang is a Confucian, Confucians are also divided into gentlemen Confucians and petty men Confucians."

"Specializing in calligraphy and painting, writing poems in youth, and exhausting scriptures in old age are just petty men Confucians."

"Although there are thousands of words under the pen, there is actually no strategy in the heart, useless."

"As for those who only know how to seek chapters and sentences, and form cliques, they are just corrupt Confucians of the world, and parasites of the country, how can they prosper the country and establish affairs? Trifling with pens and ink, discussing black and yellow, playing with words, attacking each other, claiming to be noble, but actually doing nothing, what's the use?"

The young strategist obviously didn't like these.

He said it very gently, but Wei Yuan, who was familiar with him, could almost see the word "waste" written on the young strategist's face. He said:

"Only those who have the talent to help the universe."

"Those who benefit the present, leave a name for future generations, uphold righteousness and hate evil, and protect their homes and countries, are gentlemen Confucians."

He paused, smiled freely, and said, "Of course, Liang sees that today is a prosperous age."

"These are just my own thoughts, not any great principles. Everyone is Yuan's friend, so I just said them to elicit better opinions..."

Dong Yuefeng, of course, knew the temperament of the young man in front of him. After all, there was a lot of ink in history.

However, it's really Zhuge Wuhou.

First, the real First Emperor, and then the real Zhuge Wuhou, it's really unbelievable.

Dong Yuefeng looked at Wei Yuan and sighed, "Thinking about it now, it's really incredible. Meeting Curator Wei in this period of time has been more exciting than most of my life." The old man sighed, the River God pondered, and suddenly said, "However, Prime Minister Zhuge, although you say that, your articles are also in the textbooks."

"Articles?"

The young strategist was stunned.

The weapon spirit nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, the *Chu Shi Biao* (Memorial on Dispatching the Army)."

"And the *誡子書* (*Admonition to My Son*)."

He said, "Without learning, there is no way to broaden talent; without ambition, there is no way to achieve learning."

The River God nodded and said, "Tranquility to cultivate oneself, frugality to nourish virtue."

"Without indifference, there is no way to clarify ambition; without tranquility, there is no way to reach far, these are all essential for high school corridors."

The old professor stroked his beard and said, "Years and time pass, and intentions pass with each day."

Question: When you wake up from a nap, a group of people you don't know are standing in front of you, reciting the family letter you wrote to your son with enthusiasm, what is your state of mind? By the way, these people tell you that your will and other things have become required reading in private schools.

Honey, the whole world knows your diary.

The expression on the young strategist's face froze.

Wei Yuan, who was familiar with him, said that this meant that A-Liang's heart had suffered a huge impact.

Translating the current micro-expression.

No, are you descendants so outrageous?!

You even read what I wrote to my son?!

This thing is equivalent to my will, okay?!

Modern people have no morals!

Wei Yuan coughed and stopped everyone's movements, and said, "This is what A-Liang wrote to his child. I know you are very surprised, but it is still a bit inappropriate." Only then did everyone realize that they had done something impolite in their joy. Wei Yuan looked at A-Liang over there.

Originally wanted to jokingly read, "Now I am about to leave, facing this memorial, tears stream down my face, and I do not know what to say."

But stopped in time.

I didn't want to make A-Liang think of those unhappy things in the past.

When Old Dong left and everyone dispersed.

He just stretched out his hand and rubbed the top of the young strategist's head, and said, "What do you want to eat today?"

A-Liang casually said, "Just the same as before."

Wei Yuan was full of confidence, with the delicious and good drinks of today, he had to shock A-Liang. Even if you are Zhuge Wuhou, you have to be stunned for me. Unprecedentedly motivated, he suddenly thought that A-Liang still had some necessary procedures to go through in modern times, so he paused and said:

"By the way, what about the household registration?"

Wei Yuan explained it slightly.

"The one that manages household statistics?"

A-Liang said, "Just put it in your household first. This house is quite big."

The young strategist shrugged his shoulders and said without the slightest politeness, "The side room is mine."

"Whatever you want, I'll buy qin, se and writing materials later."

"Of course, I see you have some talisman-drawing stuff here, can I use it first..."

The young strategist picked up everything without the slightest politeness, paused, and said, "Then, tell me about the trouble too." Wei Yuan's expression froze slightly, the young man was holding some daily necessities, and casually said, "Being able to let a black户 (unregistered resident) of my era enter the household registration so easily."

"And through formal channels, huh..."

"You are willing to let me come back because you miss me, but if this era and the court let me come back, there is only one explanation, this era needs me, and the era that needs me, Zhuge Kongming, is only the kind of desperate situation that must be supported alone..."

The young strategist's voice was calm and certain to the point that Wei Yuan couldn't pretend anymore.

Wei Yuan opened his mouth.

A-Liang shrugged his shoulders and said, "Are you trying to ask, why do I know it's a formal channel? Why can't it be your own connections?"

He pointed to the museum owner's face, and the corner of his mouth hooked, and said:

"Your expression is too easy to be seen through."

"You write everything on your face, I can't even pretend to ignore it."

Wei Yuan: "…………"

Why does this sentence sound so familiar?

A-Liang hugged the quilt, it was soft, and then threw it hard, go, the quilt flew directly and was still on the bed, unfortunately, geniuses don't like to clean the house, because A-Yuan is there, so they don't need to, at least in front of Wei Yuan, who grew up together, they are too lazy to pretend.

Material and spirit influence each other, A-Liang, who appeared in the body of a young man, has experience.

But his personal character will be more inclined to the high-spirited Crouching Dragon of Nanyang.

When facing the same situation, the strategies adopted will also be different due to the bias of personal character. He shook his hand and said, "It's good to be young, I'm afraid that the final shaping of that formation is based on you. It seems that you still don't want me to come out."

"It's been 1,800 years, do you still want to go back to the day I left Nanyang?"

The young strategist raised his eyes and smiled.

His face was full of teasing.

Wei Yuan counterattacked with a God of War and threw the pillow directly on his head, he snorted and lay on the bed, leaning back and muttering why his strength was so great, his head was leaning back along a corner of the bed, his bangs were scattered, the sun was warm and real, just like Nanyang, he murmured.

"...I'm actually, really back."

Wei Yuan confirmed that the one who came back was the most naughty A-Liang in his youth.

Or rather, the personality traits he showed were more inclined to that point in time. This is actually very terrifying, because his decades of experience after that also really exist. In addition, coupled with the greatest growth characteristics of his youth, he is probably not yet at his true peak, he can still become stronger.

Matter is flowing and developing. If you think that Zhuge Wuhou's limit is only what is recorded in history.

Then you have made the mistake of carving a boat to seek a sword, and looking at the world with a static worldview.

Wei Yuan looked at the others around him and told them about Gonggong and the Great Wilderness.

Then he went to Longhu Mountain overnight.

The old celestial master was in a low mood today. This time, he frankly invited Wei Yuan in and didn't joke anymore. Yes, he had completely seen Wei Yuan's performance today. This museum owner is essentially a good person, with the spirit and backbone of the Yanhuang. Every time he went to Longhu in the past, the troubles he brought were all forced.

I can't have past prejudices.

We must truly try to understand this museum owner.

The old man said with a smile, "What are you here for?"

Wei Yuan said, "To register my younger brother."

"Oh, a small matter, there is no need to come to Longhu Mountain for this matter, by the way, who is your brother?"

"Zhuge Liang."

The old Taoist's smile froze: "Zhuge Liang? Oh, oh, indeed some people will give their children these names, haha, you are whispering, it's really fashionable, ha, hahaha..."

His smile slowly disappeared: "Zhuge Liang?"

"Zhuge Liang."

"Marquis Wu?"

"Marquis Wu."

"The founding master of Qimen (Mysterious Gate) strategists?"

"Founding Master."

"This, do you need a household registration book so solemnly?"

"It's a physical reconstruction."

"…………"

That night, the roar of the old celestial master echoed on Longhu Mountain: "You, you, you, get out of here!!! You monster, I will chop you down!!"

Zhu Jiuyin once said that Wei Yuan has always surprised people.

The old celestial master also realized this. After changing his view of Wei, this man told the old man a truth with his actions.

You were happy too early.

………………

Ding dong.

When Wei Yuan returned again, there was another page on the household registration book he had transferred.

This is a sense of ritual.

It's just that when he came back, he found that the painter who had just been socially dead had recovered as before: "Ah, the Prime Minister didn't hear that at all at the time, I wondered what would happen." Lady Vodka had a face full of smiles.

Wei Yuan was silent for a while and said, "Did A-Liang say he didn't hear it?"

"How is that possible?! How could I ask directly?"

Lady Vodka said confidently, "Of course, I figured it out by observing from the side. I secretly probed several times, and he definitely didn't hear it!"

No, if A-Liang is willing, he can make you believe anything he says.

Let you be played to death by him and respect him.

If it wasn't for Ji Han needing him to support it later, if his body was better...

Wei Yuan nodded and bypassed the confident Lady Vodka.

The River God was trying the beverage personally passed down by Marquis Wu, trying to integrate the Four Symbols and Five Elements into it.

Even the atmosphere of the several famous generals who had just been at each other's throats had eased.

Wei Yuan asked the weapon spirit what had just happened.

The weapon spirit said, "He doesn't seem to have done anything. I wonder if it's because of his age. He feels like a child." He grinned and smiled, "He gives people the feeling of being very polite, not a special child. I have a good feeling about him."

Yuanjue said with a smile, "This new little benefactor talked about Buddhism. He seems to know a lot about the inheritance of the White Horse Temple. When talking to him, I always feel that there is a lot of Zen in his words. He is really a person who has experienced the world."

The Zhuge Liang in everyone's words is different.

The only thing is that everyone has a good impression, and when everyone's Zhuge Liang intersects, there is not a single characteristic that is mutually exclusive, so it gives people the feeling that this is the real Marquis Wu.

When Wei Yuan strangely opened the door, A-Liang was playing on the computer.

The Little Red Shoe spirit was teaching him.

After the Little Shoe spirit went out, Wei Yuan said, "I saw that Bai Qi, Xiang Yu, and the others didn't seem so nervous just now, or rather, they didn't reject you so much. What did you do?"

"I just played three games of chess."

In the few hours that Wei Yuan was out on Longhu, A-Liang had already changed his clothes.

The modern kind of stand-up collar shirt, with a Confucian robe on the outside, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. This outfit, which makes the River God look more like a refined scumbag, is worn by A-Liang. When he smiles, he is much more gentle and refined.

A-Liang said, "I won the chess game with Bai Qi."

"I lost the chess game with Xiang Hongyu."

"As for General Zhang Liao, I just told him that Yunchang is now in the land of Shu, so why not go see an old friend."

"That's it?"

The young man casually said, "That's it."

He saw Wei Yuan's bewilderment and said:

"It's so that Lord Wu'an knows my military strategy."

"The Overlord of Chu can let out a breath, satisfying both of them."

"General Zhang Liao values ​​friendship and righteousness. Yunchang and he have compatible temperaments. He is lonely in this world. Seeing old friends is originally a good thing. I asked him to bring a letter to the land of Shu, and he also accepted my kindness..."

Wei Yuan was speechless and said, "I thought you were like them, not bound by rules."

The young man smiled and retorted:

"Isn't the idea of ​​not being bound by rules itself a kind of rule?"

"Using both the orthodox and the unconventional, having everything under control, planning responsively, and being unexpected is the way of the military. Moreover, I am not good at unconventional strategies. Fighting within the rules and dragging my opponents into my rules for a head-on confrontation is still handy."

"Not, good, at, unconventional, strategies?"

Wei Yuan's mouth twitched, and he wanted to beat this guy up.

The Versailles of a genius is really annoying, but the most annoying thing is that for a genius among geniuses, this is the truth, but in Wei Yuan's ears, this is just being Versailles. He unhesitatingly chopped down hard with a hand knife, and the young strategist subconsciously raised his hands to catch it.

The sleeves of both arms slipped down.

He said unhappily, "How old are you? How childish?!"

He bent down to pick up the feather fan he had just thrown away.

If you are not childish, aren't you also very happy?

Wei Yuan slandered and said:

"However, A-Liang, don't you dislike dealing with people? Why this time..."

He pointed to everyone in the museum, and in almost three hours, he filled up the favorability?

This is outrageous.

The young strategist said flatly, "I really don't like dealing with mediocre people."

"But they are your friends, right?"

"I will cherish what you cherish, isn't that a matter of course?"

Wei Yuan's expression softened.

A-Liang patted the feather fan and fanned it smoothly. This place was directly covered by extremely profound Qimen Dunjia, and the secrets of heaven were concealed. He raised his feather fan, his pupils were as quiet as an ocean, with a smile, and said:

"It's also time for me to meet the strategist hidden in your soul, right?"

"!!!"

Wei Yuan's expression froze.

His heart was as turbulent as the sea.

He didn't even have time to mention it, this is the biggest secret.

It was easily seen through?!

A-Liang said unhappily, "Are you going to ask me how I know?"

"Isn't it clear at a glance?"

"Clear at a glance?"

The young strategist stretched out his finger: "First, my soul has long since collapsed, and the feather fan is just a marker. Someone must have protected my shattered true spirit well in history; second, in today's situation, in addition to the Great Wilderness and Gonggong, there are still some things that cannot be explained."

"What is the Great Wilderness waiting for? If the Kunlun Kai Ming Beast really has intentions for the human world, why doesn't it enter the arena?"

"Gonggong is coming step by step, and his momentum is gradually increasing. It is both frank and bait. What is he thinking about? Combining these, it is obvious that there are forces existing in secret that are beneficial to the human race, leading to this balanced stalemate."

"It is also the root cause of why stability can still be maintained today and no chaos has broken out."

"And you mentioned the Hetu Luoshu. Since this thing plots the secrets of heaven, then this person must need to counteract it and deceive the heavens. The plan needs to work hard on things that are regarded as ordinary. Then, the place where he is temporarily stored must be the center of the vortex of events."

"And if I were to choose such a place, there is only one place."

The feather fan in the young man's hand moved slightly, as if he calmly enveloped the turbulent waves of this era under the feather fan, and then the feather fan swept through the air and pointed to Wei Yuan's forehead.

"Here."

A man who plots to seize the world and defy the Nine Provinces.

Zhuge Kongming.

The overall situation of the world, the only way to break the situation, has no concealment in his eyes.

For the first time, Wei Yuan truly sensed some kind of unspeakable pressure.

If you are enemies with A-Liang...

He thought about it and suddenly felt that if the young man in front of him was an enemy, it would be too terrifying. Faced with such a situation, perhaps only Sima Yi's choice was right, only to stick to it and not go out.

In history, besides Sima Yi, there were also strong men in Cao Wei who dared to face Zhuge Wuhou head-on, but basically all of them were gone, even Zhang He was killed in battle. Even if he sent women's clothing, he held on and didn't go out. That was the only way to survive.

"As for why it's a strategist."

The young man unceremoniously complained: "If it weren't for a strategist, I suspect that this situation would have long been a chaotic world, and then a stage tempered by heroes from all walks of life. How could there be such a good peaceful and prosperous world? I guess it's a figure with enough strength and strategy who supported the sky with one hand."

"After all, A-Yuan, you have no brains."

Wei Yuan: "…………"

What should I do if my child is too naughty?!

It must be owed.

No matter what the crown of wisdom in the world, beat him if you should!

Wei Yuan directly messed up this guy's black hair with his hands, and then took A-Liang's true spirit to the sober dream in the center of his eyebrows. The gray-robed man in the dream had ancient eyes and was rarely solemn. The two saluted each other, the gray-robed man picked up the teacup, his voice low.

"Zhu Long, Zhu Jiuyin."

The young strategist smiled calmly, with a feather fan and a turban.

"Zhuge, Kongming."

ps: Today's second update... 6,000 words in one~