Chapter 1: The Controversy in Yuanzhou (I)

"Master, General Zuo was poisoned. Why didn't you ask for an antidote from Zhuoba just now?" Xingkong was sent outside the mountain gate. When he returned, Zheng Nansheng couldn't help asking Hong Chenggong, this was originally the purpose of the meeting with Zhuoba. Why did the two of them take care of some irrelevant topics after meeting, but they didn't mention any serious matters?

"If I really asked him for it, will Zhuoba give it?" Hong Chenggong asked back with a smile.

"Of course not." Zheng Nansheng blurted out.

"Isn't this over? Since you know that something is impossible, why bother to humiliate yourself?" Hong Chenggong said.

"But, but..." Zheng Nansheng wanted to refute, but couldn't say anything, and what Hong Chenggong said was indeed the reason.

"But I didn't even talk about a serious matter with Zhuoba, right?" Hong Chenggong laughed.

"Actually, we have talked about everything, but you just haven't understood it." Hong Chenggong smiled mysteriously.

"Have you talked about it?" Zheng Nansheng murmured to himself.

"When I talked about calligraphy with Na Zhuoba, Zhuoba said that his calligraphy is sharp and strong, and the place where the pen is turned is easy to be hard and easy to be broken. This means that I am too aggressive and may fail under the city of Yuanzhou. However, I said that Zhuoba's calligraphy is too pursuing perfection. Every word is carefully outlined, and he selected the fonts that he thought were the best, and then combined them together. In fact, he fell into the dead end of calligraphy art. He thought he was perfect, but in fact he had a lot of flaws, emphasizing individual prominence, and ignoring the overall layout. Even if each word is the best, it can only be written well." Hong Chenggong explained with a smile.

"The Grand Marshal means that the more carefully Zhuoba designed the trap, the more flawed the Grand Marshal is. As long as the Grand Marshal continues to fight according to the established tactics and firmly believes in the unwavering belief, what if Zhuoba cannot defeat the Grand Marshal?" Zheng Nansheng's eyes lit up.

"Where is the blind chess game played by the Grand Marshal and Zhuoba?"

"In fact, in terms of chess skills, I am far inferior to Zhuoba. Zhuoba's superb chess skills are excellent. As for why I can draw with him, there are two key points. First, he does not understand me, and I also did not understand him at the beginning. When I came up, I was desperate to play, which made him mistakenly think that my chess skills were limited. Zhuoba was cautious, so he thought of defense. Therefore, I guess Zhuoba did not really lead the troops. He should be just a military advisor. The key to determining the outcome on the battlefield is often not wisdom, but courage, and people. So although my defense is full of loopholes, my offense is unstoppable, so Zhuoba opened

At first, he could only defend passively until he relied on precise calculations to stabilize the game step by step, with an offense in the defense, with an intention to force me to defend. When I change my strategy and defend, the one who lost must be me. So no matter how big the loss I lost, I kept attacking and attacking again. Zhuoba was not suitable for me like this style of playing. I don’t have to lose, and he can’t do it because he can’t afford to lose, so we can only be considered a draw. Of course, if it is placed on the real battlefield, I may not be able to bear such losses. Therefore, I may not be able to win Zhuoba on the battlefield." Hong Chengxuan said with a serious expression at the end.

You will never understand if you don’t feel like you. No wonder Zheng Nansheng saw a layer of fine beads of sweat seeping out of Hong Chenggong’s forehead at that time. It turned out that he was not only fighting in chess power, but also fighting in the willpower of both sides. He thought to himself, not to mention remembering every move, under the pressure of the other party, he might not last for less than a quarter of an hour and he would collapse. It is hard for this boss, who is a few years younger than him, to be able to hold on with his opponent until he is invincible. The emperor chose such a person to come to Xiangxi, and he really chose the right choice.

"Our army has now advanced to the city of Yuanzhou. Wouldn't it be attacking the city?" Zheng Nansheng asked in confusion.

"Siege the city, why do you need to attack the city?" Hong Chenggong asked with a smile.

"If you don't attack the city, why are the army stationed in the city of Yuanzhou?" Zheng Nansheng said in amazement.

"Wait for others to attack." Hong Chenggong smiled mysteriously.

"Wait for me to attack?" Zheng Nansheng lowered his head and said to himself several times. When he looked up, his boss coach Hong Chengxuan was already ten feet away in front of him, and he hurriedly followed him with great strides.

"General Zheng, come back to the army later. You immediately take my command arrows and lead a thousand men to the generals to surround the Hanlin Temple. All the monks in the temple were detained by me to the army, and then burned Hanlin Temple with a torch!" Hong Chenggong walked as he seemed to remember something, and a strange light flashed in his eyes, giving Zheng Nan beside him such an order.

"Ah?" Zheng Nansheng wanted to ask what happened, but saw Hong Chenggong's cold and sinister face, and frightened to death, and said, "Please receive the order!"

"Master, is this person Hong Chenggong difficult to deal with?" The person who spoke was the wise guest in Hanlin Temple, and the person he was facing was Zhuoba, a wise man from Miaojiang. Unexpectedly, these two people were in a master-apprentice relationship. If Hong Chenggong knew this secret, he would be so shocked that his chin would fall.

"Hong Chenggong is young and has no scheming and talent than his master. With this, he will surely achieve extraordinary achievements in time. If this person can meet a wise king, he should be the prime minister. However, he is too murderous, but he can still become a famous general in a generation." Zhuoba exclaimed.

"Why don't Master persuade him to surrender to the king?" Xingkong's eyes no longer had the calmness and indifference that had been practicing for decades, but replaced by a passionate desire.

"You think so simply. Such a person is very intelligent. Although the king is very powerful, Xiangxi is just a small place compared to the Ming court. If it weren't for the fierceness, the court wouldn't have put too much energy into us. Now the court has sent two imperial envoys in a row, one is Miao Affairs Minister and the other is Hong Chenggong, the minister to suppress the rebellion. This shows that the court's attention to Xiangxi has been strengthened. In the current balance of power between the two sides, although the court's military strength is only one-half of ours, its overall combat power is above our army. As the commander, how could Hong Chenggong surrender to the Miao Manzi in the eyes of the Han people? "Zhuoba analyzed.

"What Master taught me is that my disciple remembers it." Xingkong looked at Zhuoba in admiration and lowered his head in shame.

"Xingkong, you can't stay in Hanlin Temple anymore. Let's take your evacuation with your master." Zhuoba slowly closed his eyes and said.

"Master, why? Why should we evacuate here? Besides, this is Master, you..."

"I don't need to explain much to you. I will quickly evacuate Hanlin Temple. All monks and masters have their own arrangements!" Zhuoba said in a stern tone.

"Yes, Master!" Xingkong did not dare to disobey Master's orders and lowered his head and said.

With a fire, Hanlin Temple rolled in the flames, and the decaying and dilapidated temple collapsed shortly afterwards. When Zheng Nansheng and his men arrived, Hanlin Temple had turned into a pile of ashes, a little bit of it was still burning, and the air was filled with the choking smell of rotten wood after it burned.

"Is there a corpse?" Zheng Nansheng and Ning Yuan believed that this was an accidental fire, but it was too coincidental, so it was impossible.

"Report to the general, no corpse was found!" The answer was a guerrilla.

"Search carefully to see if there is any underground secret room, authenticity or something!" Zheng Nansheng ordered.

I quickly responded and found a secret room, which was underground, but there was nothing inside, but it looked very clean and seemed that people often came and went in and out.

A fire eliminated all possible things. First, the monks in the temple disappeared out of thin air. Zheng Nansheng and a thousand soldiers struggled in the middle of the night, searching the neighborhood as much as possible, but did not dare to go too far. If they hit the ambush of the Miao people, it would be unprofitable. Before dawn, they hurried back to the camp to report to Hong Chenggong about what they had obtained overnight.
Chapter completed!