"How about it, I've told you a long time ago, that guy Li Xian..." Luo Huaizu is simply a devil, always appearing when Zhang Qian is in a dark mood, and this time is no exception.

He pressed the windowsill gently with his hands, and he habitually prepared to turn into the window. However, his eyes suddenly saw his own shadow on the window, and he decisively changed his strength and turned backwards. With a "thump", he fell four feet towards the sky.

"Be careful! Are you okay?" Zhang Qian pushed open the window with large flat glass inlaid and greeted him with a smile. But the other party jumped up and pointed his finger at the window, "It's okay, it's okay, you actually changed all the windows into large glass panels? How much does that cost! You, you really..."

I wanted to say that Zhang Qian was too squandering, but then I thought that this thing was produced by a workshop under Liushen Commercial Bank, and the price had fallen all the way to a large area of ​​100 pm. When I got to my lips, I couldn't say it. I stared at Zhang Qian with my eyes and gasped.

"If you change it to this kind of large glass plate, the room will be brighter. It will save some people from looking at it and just climbing through the window." Zhang Qian smiled and explained in vain. Then, he asked in surprise: "Why are you here? Are there no classes in the academy today?"

"I have a class, so I'll ask someone to teach me. I just teach the children to do boxing and exercise their muscles and bones. I know everyone!" Luo Huaizu rolled his eyelids and explained in a suffocating manner while walking around the door of the house, "You are going to do the marching chief of Anxi Town. The academy has spread, and the gentlemen who teach are all panic, so I ask me to come and find out what's going on."

"People are panic? I want to be the chief of the marching army. What's the matter with Guan Academy?" Zhang Qian was stunned and blurted out his inquiry, "I just added another 30,000 yuan to hang it in. The academy cannot be short of money and food for ten years."

"This is not a matter of money and food!" Luo Huaizu's voice had come from the door of the outer room before, but in a blink of an eye, the person had already appeared at the door of the study. "At least half of the people who came to the academy to do business and study were for you, the secretary. If you unfortunately died in the Western Regions, who else do they expect to hug? Why not find another way out quickly?"

"Oh!" Zhang Qian had never thought about this problem before, and he couldn't react. He was stunned for a while before shaking his head with a wry smile, "I'm just an elementary school, teaching people to read and read, and I was not a shortcut to becoming an official. If someone came to study for this reason, he would be disappointed sooner or later, and it would be fine if he left now."

"I'm afraid only you and Zhang Shanchang think so. How many parents who send their children to study really can't afford to pay for their children's meals? And how many people don't hope that their children can regard themselves as their disciples of Zhang Shaojian in the future?" Luo Huaizu rolled his eyelids and continued to shake his head in resentment.

Fearing that the blow to Zhang Qian was not strong enough, he thought about it and continued to add: "Besides, if you die in the Western Regions and use Zhang Shan’s connections to protect this academy, it is still a matter of whether you can save the school building and the school land. How did you get it at the beginning? I guess Zhang Shan’s head would have to pay it back twice as much."

"Listen to me, I'll find a way to give this job!" Without waiting for Zhang Qian's response, he had directly given a countermeasure. "Li Xian'er has never had a clear idea of ​​doing it. Before the army sets off, whether you pretend to be sick, give him gifts, spend money to handle some money, or simply admit that you are incompetent. As long as you can quit the mail chief's errand, you don't have to care about the means. The person who recommends you will definitely not be kind! As long as you go, they will have countless ways to follow up, so that you will never come back!"

Zhang Qian grinned with a wry smile, without saying anything, but just shook his head gently.

Li Xian's soft-hearted work has long been experienced. Including this time, he told him a few days ago that he wanted to make a "Dragon Calendar" that could be used for thousands of years. When he turned around, he sent him to be the chief of the marching army in Anxi Town. However, if he wanted to give gifts or make arrangements, Li Xian changed his mind. Obviously, he underestimated the Dragon Emperor who could ruin Zhang Jianzhi and other "Five Kings".

As for the two options of pretending to be sick and admitting that they are incompetent, they have never been included in his consideration. One may not work, the other is that they lose their aura and will inevitably be passive everywhere.

"What benefits did Li Xian give you? You are willing to send you to die?!" Seeing that no matter how he persuaded him, Zhang Qian was unmoved, Luo Huaizu was anxious and his words immediately became very unpleasant.

"I am the secretary of the Tang Dynasty. If the country has something to do, I will send me to war. Of course I have no choice but to do it?" Zhang Qian glanced at him and responded calmly, "You can't fight for the first time when you get benefits. If you encounter danger, you will shrink back? I'm going to the Western Regions to die, so what do others deserve? Master Luo, the estimation on your waist is not used like this, right?"

"You?" When Luo Huaizu mentioned the Mohist principles represented by Liangtiancheng, he immediately said nothing.

The reason why the Mohist sacred artifact is called "Di Tian" is to show that we should pursue absolute fairness. Even if God wants to do it, it will be placed on the scale rod to measure it. According to this principle, Zhang Qian became an official in the Tang Dynasty and fought for the Tang Dynasty, which is natural. If he encounters danger, he will shrink back, which will violate the rules of the Mohist family.

"I'm going to Anxi this time, and you don't need to accompany you." He smiled friendlyly at Luo Huaizu, and Zhang Qian reminded softly, "You should worry about the academy affairs. Zhang Shan is too soft-hearted. When you encounter someone else who comes to cause trouble, you..."

Before he could finish a sentence, Luo Huaizu suddenly stretched out his hand and interrupted in a low voice, "Give me the black powder formula, I will guard the academy for you. For five years, I can't do it in vain. Even if you go there this time, you will never return."

I thought that Zhang Qian would definitely push back and forth, or bargain. He even thought about the specific concession limit for bargaining, but unexpectedly, Zhang Qian found a piece of folded paper from the desk without thinking and handed it to him, "Give it to you!"

"What is this?" Luo Huaizu was shocked and could not believe that he had obtained the black gunpowder formula so easily. His fingers trembled and spread the paper, but found that it was full of ghost-like talismans written on it, and he didn't even recognize any of them.

"What the hell is this?" The next moment, he turned blue with anger, and he lit the formula for burning sulfur, carbon and potassium nitrate on the paper with his hands, questioning sternly.

"The explosion principle of black gunpowder. Both of my junior brothers understand the above things. If I really don't go back, you can ask them and I will tell them to explain it to you. If I can come back, you can also ask me in person and I will explain it to you personally. In either case, you don't have to wait for another four years." Zhang Qian's answer was very calm, as if he was explaining something irrelevant.

"One, two, three, four, five..., there are five things on it, right? I have found two of them, and the remaining three are not difficult to find!" Luo Huaizu was so angry that his eyes turned red, and he gritted his teeth to distinguish chemical formulas. However, he regarded potassium nitrate, which represents saltpeter, as three different substances.

Zhang Qian didn't explain, thought for a while, and whispered: "But, after you get the black gunpowder formula, I hope you think about whether what you want to do next is worth it."

"What does this mean?" Luo Huaizu immediately didn't bother to get angry anymore. While quickly folding the paper with the chemical formula written on it, he frowned and asked.

"This black gunpowder was founded by a wise man named Sun from the master. His name happened to be the same as Sun Yisheng, who founded the Qianjin Fang." Sun Simiao, the original inventor who did not want to bury the black gunpowder, was unwilling to let Luo Huaizu continue to destroy others and himself. Zhang Qian quickly combined a story in his mind, saying with a smile, "The reason he created this thing was because he shouldered a deep hatred for the sea of ​​blood. The enemy's rank is high and powerful and extraordinary. He used ordinary means, not to mention paying back the blood debt, it was difficult to get close to the enemy. Therefore, he spent decades to create black gunpowder. As long as he operated it properly, it would be easy to take the lives of others three or five miles away. Even if the enemy was hidden in the courtyard of the deep mansion and there were thousands of guards around him, he could not help but use a cannon to bombard him!"

"It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge!" Luo Huaizu saw the scene of the altar being bombarded by artillery with his own eyes, and nodded with gritted teeth, "That Sun Simiao deserves the title of a wise man."

"But when he created the black gunpowder, he found his enemy. He suddenly chose to give up, sighed, turned around and returned to the master's sect!" Zhang Qian glanced at him meaningfully and quickly replenished.

"Why?" Luo Huaizu was shocked and blurted out his words. "Are he afraid of being chased in the future? How could I be so cowardly who is greedy for life and death? No, there is a problem with your words. If he doesn't even have the courage to take revenge, how could he create black gunpowder for decades?"

"It's not that he has lost the courage to take revenge." Zhang Qian sighed and shook his head gently, "It's that he found that his enemy is terminally ill. Even if he doesn't kill him, he will not live for a few days. Why bother to harm the innocent in order to take revenge? So, he turned around and returned to the master's sect and never asked about the world again."

"The enemy is so sick?" Luo Huaizu couldn't keep up with Zhang Qian's thoughts and repeated blankly. "The enemy is so sick? There is no need to take revenge? Then what is the meaning of what he has done over the years?"

"It's not meaningless. People can't live for revenge. Isn't it all meaning to marry, have children, study knowledge, and impart knowledge to their disciples?" Zhang Qian looked at him with a smile, with a hint of expectation faintly revealing his eyes, "It even includes finding a place to practice the country of fairness in his heart. We can't take advantage of all this for a person who is about to lie?!"

"Are you talking about me?" Luo Huaizu suddenly shivered, his eyes becoming extremely fierce. His voice also became sharp and cold. "Do you know who my enemy is? When did you know? He is about to die? How do you know that he is about to die, you..."

No matter how ferocious his expression was, Zhang Qian's answer was the same calm, "President Luo was very skilled and had the courage to fight to death! According to my observation over the past six months, in this world, if you can't even get into the palace even if you fight your life, you may only be the palace. What's more, you have never used a respectful word when you mention the person in the palace. It's even more rude than me, an outsider who just came to the Tang Dynasty."

"He is about to die? He is about to die? You didn't lie to me? How did you know he is about to die? You, you said, you don't understand stargazing!" Luo Huaizu's mind was completely lost, his eyes were no longer cruel, and his voice was faintly filled with crying.

There is a secret that he has never told Zhang Qian.

He knew Li Xian and was familiar with each other. More than ten years ago, in order to realize his ideals, he ran around to contact loyal ministers and righteous men who were close to Li's family, and jointly recommended Li Xian to restore the throne. After Li Xian ascended the throne, he could be the most powerful minister and influence the direction of the Tang Dynasty's governance.

However, just when he had seen the hope of success, the news suddenly leaked. Overnight, countless people were arrested, and then countless participants were in trouble. He and dozens of trusted disciples were also ambushed and almost had their heads and heads. He relied on his martial arts and a little luck to break through the siege.

During the time when he hid in his arms, Wu Zetian sent the Hundred Cavalry Office to seek the world. Anyone who was suspected of "rebellion" could not escape death. However, the hero Li Xian, who was recommended by everyone, was unharmed and was soon re-proclaimed as the crown prince by Wu Zetian.

After he recovered from the injury, he tried to contact Li Xian again, but attracted heavy troops from the Baiqisi to hunt him down. Unfortunately, he was more careful and left a fake address, and he escaped from death again.

At this point, who was the one who betrayed everyone to Wu Zetian was about to emerge.

In order to avenge and to seek justice for those who secretly supported Li Xian's resumption but died without a place to die, he hid in hiding for more than ten years and paid countless prices. Now, when he finally saw the hope of revenge, Li Xian was terminally ill!

So what is the point of everything he has done over the years?

After he got the black gunpowder formula, he would only relieve Li Xian and not even taste the taste of struggling in despair!

"Impossible, Impossible!" The gasp became heavier and heavier. Luo Huaizu stood unsteadily, tears and cold sweat were flowing down uncontrollably.

At this moment, he was extremely hopeful that Zhang Qian was deceiving himself.

However, the only reason told him that Zhang Qian would not lie.

Since Zhang Qian taught him the formula of black gunpowder like he was entrusted with his or her own son, it would be impossible for him to lie about this matter again!

"Sit for a while, don't hurry. Drink some water. You can't live for revenge. Remember our five-year agreement before that you have to go to Tianzhu to build your Mohist country!" Zhang Qian's voice continued to come from his ears, like a string lifting, "lifting" Luo Huaizu to the chair and sitting quietly.

I had long expected that Luo Huaizu's mind would be impacted, but I didn't expect that this person would be impacted so badly. Zhang Qian couldn't help but feel a little sympathy again. After hesitating for a moment, he slowly took out a thick manuscript from the depths of the bookshelf and handed it to Luo Huaizu with a smile: "This is the lifelong effort of a predecessor. Among the masters, the status is equivalent to the Confucian "The Analects of Confucius". I picked up what might be useful and copied the first volume, hoping to be useful to Luo Zhuang."

"Hey, hey, thank you!" Luo Huaizu's mind still could not return to normal. He took the manuscript and responded casually.

"You can just flip through it, and if you think it's useless, give it back to me!" He was very dissatisfied with his attitude, and Zhang Qian put away his smile and said solemnly.

"Okay!" Luo Huaizu was stunned for a moment, and his eyes finally focused. He lowered his head and flipped the manuscript suspiciously. However, after less than twenty pages, his head quickly raised, and his eyes were brighter again, "Who wrote this?! If Luo had already obtained this book, what did Luo be, what did Luo be..."

He couldn't help but raise his hand high, and he stood up and whistled to the sky. After whistling, he burst into tears again. "No, it's not Luo, my Mo family, my Mo family should have flourished for a long time, and what kind of life do those Confucian scholars do?"

"If it is useful, you can put it away and read it slowly!" Zhang Qian was not as excited as he did. He just smiled and told, "Don't spread the word. If this book is used in the wrong place, it may be turned upside down."

"You are wrong. Only when this book is used correctly will it turn the world upside down!" Luo Huaizu held the manuscript tightly on his chest, and in an instant it seemed to come alive again, "Which saint is this book written by? What is the name of this book? Tell Luo, he is willing to follow this person's disciples for the rest of his life!"

"The title of the book cannot be mentioned." Zhang Qian's smile was very proud, and at the same time he also brought a little loneliness. "The names of his ancestors cannot be mentioned. However, his works and achievements benefited both his life and future generations and will be immortal."

In the 21st century of another time and space, the philosophy he learned was equivalent to the dragon-slaying technique after graduation, and was useless at all. However, some of the classic theories could be applied with a little adjustment in the eighth century. Especially when the opponent had not yet learned to control public opinion and reversed the black and white, this dragon-slaying technique was even more invincible when it was used.

As a fanatical believer of the Mohist family who is thinking about how to build an absolutely fair society but is hitting walls everywhere, what Luo Huaizu lacks most is the specific means to transform his ideals into reality. Therefore, after a few glances, he immediately discovered the value of this set of "dragon-slaying techniques". However, he did not believe that Zhang Qian would be so kind to him. He held the manuscript and stared at him for a while, and then asked tentatively: "You will not receive any reward without merit. You have taught this magic to Luo. What do you want Luo to do for you? Tell me, as long as Luo can, you will never frown."

"When I was not in Chang'an, I helped me guard the academy. Let's talk about the others when I come back. It seems that I haven't thought about it yet." Zhang Qian pondered for a while, then smiled and shook his head. "If I really don't go back, even if I let you take advantage of it in vain. At least we are both Mo family members, and there is no advantage for outsiders."

"Trade!" Luo Huaizu nodded without thinking, and was about to reach out and make a contract with Zhang Qian. Outside the window, the butler Ren Quan suddenly appeared again. A hurried figure appeared from a distance. From a distance, he shouted loudly: "Master, Master of the Manor, someone has given you a salu Zi, a real salu Zi!"

"Salu Zi, who gave it?" I didn't bother to talk to Luo Huaizu anymore. Zhang Qian quickly poked his head out of the window and asked loudly. "Where is someone, please go directly to the study to talk."

After so long since he came to the Tang Dynasty, his understanding of mounts has long stopped moving, such as sweat-blooded BMWs and Dayuan Good Horses. He has long known that real BMWs are selected from generation to generation and specially cultivated. Salu Zi is one of the six excellent horse breeds mastered by the Guanlong family. It is hard to even see them on the market, not to mention buying them.

"No matter who gave it to him, accept it. With this horse, there are only a handful of enemies who can catch up with you on the battlefield!" Luo Huaizu was more sensitive to the three words Salu Zi. He ignored his guest identity and came closer and shouted to remind him loudly.

"The person who came covered his face with a cloth and did not sign up for his surname!" He found an outsider through the window. Ren Quan's face instantly showed a look of hesitation. After thinking about it, he added very tactfully, "He said that when the pear blossoms fall, it seems that he should live not far from the farm."

"I understand!" Zhang Qian's heart was quickly filled with happiness and sweetness, and he jumped out of the window with a smile. "President Luo, Zhang has an urgent matter, but he has lost his companion."

After saying that, he didn't care how stunned Luo Huaizu was behind his back. He stepped aside and left like flying.

Ren Quan was clever and immediately stopped the door of the study with a smile, dragging Luo Huaizu with words to prevent this person from having no eyesight and following them to find out.

The person who sent the horse was a young girl. Even if she blocked herself, she could not hide it from her eyes. She was willing to give a horse "Salu Zi" to accompany her owner to the battle. Where would a heart fall in no matter how tightly she blocked her!

...

The young man in love didn't know what fatigue was. His legs ran like flying across the wheat fields that had just been harvested, passed through the boundary forest between the two Zhangjiazhuangs, and then quickly turned southward, and bypassed hundreds of wild trees. Zhang Qian came to a wild pear tree full of fruits.

Yang Qingfeng was waiting for him under the wild pear tree. Her eyebrows were curved and her eyes were smiling like two crescent moons. Before he could get closer, she took the initiative to reach out and gently tied him up.

"You, why did you come here alone? Be careful to meet bad guys on the way. I, I will come to see if you have left me a secret note every day. Next time..." Zhang Qian ran a little breathless, but couldn't wait to ask.

"Shh--" Yang Qingqing did not answer him, but gently pulled her left hand out of his hand and placed her finger on the edge of her red lips. Then, she sent her left hand back to his hand again, raised her head and stared at him.

As the granddaughter of the old fox Yang Feng, she knew that Zhang Qian had the opportunity to refuse to go to the battle, and she knew more clearly why Zhang Qian didn't refuse. So, when she came, she didn't care whether she would encounter danger on the road.

And these words were too numb to say. When she came, she let him see himself and his eyes, it was enough.

"Qingqing!" Zhang Qian saw it, and instantly understood everything the other party was thinking. He lowered his head, and he called out a gentle call, and then kissed a soft red piece.
Chapter completed!