Speaking of Guan Yu's recent past, Guan Yu has been training his elite troops non-stop since the end of the siege battle, so as to develop troops capable of running attacks as soon as possible.

On August 17, Guan Yu led his troops to turn around and met with the rear army. After receiving a few days of dry food, he led 300 men, crossed the central army, and marched forward for ten miles to a loess hill.

Guan Yu was wearing a fish-scale undergarment, a sleeved armor that was just right for ordinary soldiers. Guan Yu was tall and tall, and the fish-scale undershirt was fully bulging with his shoulders and arms.

Guan Yu wears a green scarf, a green robe, and a pair of very black cloth boots on his feet. The boots have been worn to tatters. He is carrying the Qinglong Yanyue Sword in his hand. He is sitting on a thin horse that seems to be unable to withstand his tall body.

With the weight of the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, the horse's hooves are no longer scratching on the ground.

"Drive." Guan Yu clamped his legs on the horse's belly, and with a "driving" sound in his mouth, he steered the horse toward the three hundred warriors.

The horses' hooves clattered as Guan Yu rode his horse back and forth twice in front of the loose formation of the country warriors.

The village warriors were all tired and gray-faced, standing awkwardly, especially the spearmen, with their rifle barrels poking on the ground, and each of them looked like they were growing on the rifle barrel. They were holding the rifle barrel and hanging on it with their whole bodies.

Look.

After practicing for many days, the local heroes were still acting like bears. Guan Yu saw it completely. He did not have an attack.

"The scouts have reported. Twenty miles ahead, there is a pavilion on the left side of the road. I will wait in the pavilion first.

Ending at the pavilion, the troops obey the order! Let’s go!”

After the order was given, Guan Yu pulled the reins, turned the horse's head, clamped the horse's belly with his legs, "Drive!" and went to the pavilion to wait.

Looking at the general flying away in the dust, the country heroes looked at each other and wailed.

They dare not disobey the military order.

There are still twenty miles left, and countless people are wailing in their hearts.

As for whether anyone was secretly cursing Guan Yu, I don't know.

Although there were only 300 people, they took away the best troops of the rebel army.

Shi Changgouzi is also one of the three hundred people.

The tired dog was panting. He wanted to run towards the destination immediately, but he was too tired from running.

Humans are animals that follow the crowd. As soon as Guan Yu left, a large area of ​​people sat on the ground to rest. When he saw that there were not many people standing around, even the dog wanted to hurry up, but he hesitated.

The difference became apparent at this point.

Gouzi knows where his future lies and knows that now is the best time to make meritorious service and get promoted.

The dog gritted his teeth, walked through the messy crowd of people sitting and lying down, and walked to the outside.

Gouzi wants to work hard, and maybe he can find a future by working hard.

In Huangtugang, when the wind blew, a large amount of dust rolled up. The dog squinted his eyes.

None of his people were here, they were all still guarding the food and grass in the baggage team. No one was with him, and no matter what others thought, after the dog rested for a while, he roared to cheer himself up, and then carried the dog

The gun ran towards the road behind Huangtugang.

The rest were slumped on the ground, and a large group of village heroes started to run when they saw someone. A small number of people covered their waists and legs, stood up and followed slowly along the road.

.

If someone takes the lead, there will be a second one.

But lacking one person to command the entire army, the four hundred warriors were like herding sheep, running sparsely along the road towards the target pavilion.

——

Twenty miles away, next to the pavilion, the horse was tied to the pillar of the pavilion, and the Qinglong Yanyue Sword was stuck beside it. Guan Yu was sitting under the pavilion with a roll of bamboo slips in his hand, looking at it in trance.

Before the country warriors had finished their attack of twenty miles, a horseman arrived first.

"General Guan!"

Li Mengxi was on horseback, shouting to Guan Yu.

Li Mengxi and his younger brother Li Zhuan came with Liu Bei to find Guan Yu.

Li Mengxi had seen Guan Yu read several times. He always felt that Guan Yu was too upright when he read, as if he was full of energy, with a straight line of waist, shoulders and neck, and a neutral body, not crooked or slanted at all.

, the more I look at it, the more it looks like a statue in a temple.

Li Mengxi was surprised several times, but later he understood a little bit.

Li Mengxi thought of his grandfather. In his previous life, he didn't know a word. He was naughty when he was a child and couldn't write his homework well. The illiterate grandfather ran over and pointed at the homework with his fingers whose knuckles were twisted due to overwork and said, "Sun Sun, the word Sun Sun."

You have to write well."

Grandpa said, awkwardly holding chopsticks more like holding a brush, gesticulating, "In the past, when gentlemen were taught to write, the brush must be held straight and straight, and the penholder must be pointed at the tip of the nose. It must not be crooked at all. This

Only the word "jin" can be written neatly."

As he said this, grandpa pointed to the homework and said, "Look, how can you write well if you cross your fingers?"

Then, as a child, Li Mengxi rolled his eyes at his grandfather, an old antique, and ignored him, thinking he was annoying.

No need for a writing brush, okay?

Because when I was a child, my grandfather said that in the old society, gentlemen used to teach calligraphy, and the writing brush had to be pointed straight at the tip of the nose and impartially to write well. Now, living in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, Li Mengxi understood Guan Yu at once.

In this era, there are few ways to learn, books are very valuable, and reading and writing are very luxurious.

Because he was in awe of knowledge, he read with a sense of ritual, took it seriously, sat upright, with his eyes upright, and never crooked or out of shape. In this way, like Guan Yu, he became a statue as soon as he read. Li Mengxi suddenly understood

Guan Yu.

Unexpectedly, he saw his eldest brother and military advisor chasing after him. Guan Yu was surprised under the pavilion, got up, and walked out of the pavilion to greet them.

When they got closer, Li Mengxi jumped on his horse.

Before Guan Yu asked, Li Mengxi chuckled and said, "I'm here to see how the general's attackers are doing."

As he said this, Li Mengxi noticed the bamboo slips in Guan Yu's hands and couldn't help but take a second look.

"In the hands of the general, is... "Spring and Autumn"?" Li Mengxi asked curiously.

When Guan Yu heard this, he glanced at his hand and smiled.

"Why, Xi'er also read the Spring and Autumn Period?" Guan Yu asked back, with a tone that sounded like he wanted to take a test.

Spring and Autumn...

Li Mengxi thought for a moment and found that he didn't seem to have read it. He might have learned some articles, but he must have forgotten them.

but……

Li Mengxi suddenly remembered a wonderful point, and his eyes lit up.

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Therefore, Li Mengxi said seriously, "Although I have not read the whole book "Spring and Autumn", I don't know anything about it."

"Oh?" Guan Yu shook one hand, and the bamboo slips half hanging in his hand rolled up with a crash. Guan Yu looked at Li Mengxi, "You might as well elaborate."

Li Mengxi had many extraordinary remarks, and Guan Yu was also curious about what Li Mengxi had to say about the Spring and Autumn Period.

"Spring and Autumn" can be classified as a history book. What is history? History is a recorder of events."

"I also heard that it is wise to read history.

Use copper as a mirror to straighten your clothes and crown.

Using history as a mirror, we can know the ups and downs.

With people...well."

There is no need to use people as a mirror. When talking about history now, the focus should be on the word history, "Using people as a mirror can tell the gains and losses." After this sentence was said, the focus immediately changed.

Li Mengxi stopped talking.

Although he didn't finish the sentence, the famous sayings of Emperor Taizong of the later Tang Dynasty were very powerful when they were spoken. When Guan Yu heard them, he felt a chill in his heart.

“The foundation of history lies in description.

Although a country is destroyed, there are historical records that revenge can be carried out especially in the ninth generation, and even in a hundred lifetimes.

Therefore, it is said that if you want to destroy your country first, you must first destroy its history."

Li Mengxi's voice was still a baby's. His tone was calm and there were no big fluctuations. If you want to destroy the country first, you must first destroy history. He said this sentence slowly, and the bloody cruelty in it rushed to his face.

When Guan Yu heard this sentence for the first time, he suddenly felt a murderous aura, and his eyes suddenly narrowed slightly. The scroll of "Spring and Autumn" in his hand made a sound like bamboo slices crunching when Guan Yu held it.

"There are three styles of historical books, one is chronicle, the other is country, and the third is biography."

Guan Yu listened attentively. Guan Yu had never studied history books carefully. This was the first time he heard about the classification of history books. Li Mengxi had some real talent and knowledge. Guan Yu couldn't help but look at him with side eyes.

"According to these three categories, "Warring States Policy" should belong to the national style; as for the biographical style, "Historical Records" written by Ma Qian of the Taishi Company of our dynasty is the biographical style. This style was pioneered by Sima Qian and did not exist during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period."

"And "Spring and Autumn" belongs to...this..."

Li Mengxi suddenly got stuck. He really didn't know what type of history book "Spring and Autumn" belonged to.

Guan Yu pondered for a moment, "Spring and Autumn should be in a chronological style."

Guan Yu boasted that he was familiar with the Spring and Autumn Period, but now he had just figured out the categories of the Spring and Autumn Period in history books.

Although talking about spring and autumn in front of Mr. Guan is the same as playing with a sword in front of Mr. Guan.
To be continued...