The third brother was stunned and excitedly stood up from the short couch, put on a stance, gestured, and gestured to a martial arts novel in which the hero pulled out his long sword in his hand, and pinched the sword technique with his left hand. "Oh! Be gentle..." No matter how good the third brother's martial arts skills were, he could not escape his mother's fingers of picking flowers, holding her ears and screaming.

"Stop the sound, don't quarrel at your father." My mother glared at the third brother fiercely. When she looked back, the old man was still looking at the manuscript in her hand with a look of shock and suspicion. The third brother rubbed his ears resentfully and whispered to me: "Second brother, what is military literature? Did you ask me to write martial arts novels like you, right?"

"Haha, this martial arts is different from military literature. What about martial arts? One is the biography of the knights and assassins in "Records of the Grand Historian" by Sima Qian in the early Han Dynasty; the other is the mysterious and biography of the miscellaneous and strange novels that were popular between the Wei and Jin Dynasties. There are also the fictional, but more vivid novels written for me, and the military literature is different. Military literature is somewhat similar to the Romance of the Three Kingdoms written by my teacher, but there are more scenes of war and are appropriate for the battlefield, focusing on describing characters related to war and related to war..." This young master wrote many novels in the Tang Dynasty and studied various novels. Although this young master is a complete material, it is not a copy machine after all, and can print and publish things from later generations one by one.

Let’s turn the ancient TV series "Bright Sword" into the ancients, which I like to watch in "Bright Sword", and the protagonist, I have already chosen it first. I asked the third brother to come over and muttered in a low voice. My meaning is to let the third brother write a memoir of a veteran. From the perspective of a soldier, starting from the chaos in the last years of the previous dynasty, he used this old soldier as the main line to promote the military power of our Tang Dynasty, and to incorporate more military war scenes, and to describe the heroic and powerful side of the generals.

The more I said it, the more enthusiastic he became. "You think, what a good opportunity to flatter. Well, I said to me that this is an opportunity to praise the founding heroes of our Tang Empire, so that the world can know the difficulty of starting a business in the Tang Empire, so that they can understand..." I said here, in addition to nodding and responding, the third brother's expression seemed very vivid. Yes. If the third brother wrote this book and portrayed the veterans and gangsters of the Tang Dynasty into a heroic and powerful appearance, it would definitely win the favor of the current power of the Tang Military Group, and would be of great benefit to the military career of the third brother. Everyone hopes that their reputation can be passed down through the ages.

"As long as you write well, if you don't understand anything or don't understand, just ask me, and then I will make you a hit. At that time, hehe, you kid, you will be really a big deal." I patted the third brother's shoulder and said proudly.

The two brothers were laughing proudly. My mother was bored over there and looked back at the old man. She still looked like that. My mother couldn't help but frown and said, "Master, why are you doing this? You don't have to hurry to study this time. When can't you read the book written by our Erlang? I don't know how much you can see it." My mother finally woke up the old man.

The old man just shook his head at his mother, then looked straight at me, shaking the manuscript in his hand at me: "Is this "Evolution of Heaven" really what you wrote?"

"It is what the child wrote, and there is no false statement. Fathers can ask their children's daughter-in-law, they have seen them." I quickly threw away the third child and replied seriously to the old man.

"... Heaven moves forever, not for Yao, nor for Jie. This sentence is quoted by Gou Zi here. Well, I really have to read it carefully for my father. How many things can be surprised by your father in your book "Theory of Heaven"?" As soon as the old man finished speaking, he picked up the manuscript and flew up the steps and headed straight to the study room upstairs, leaving us three to stare at this big eyes.

"Erlang, what are you writing that makes your father become a virtue, and you don't care about it?" My mother looked at the old man's back and asked me. "Mom, the manuscript written by the child is not martial arts, but something similar to "The Analects of Confucius" and "Tao Te Ching", which is specially used for academic research."

"You kid, I won't take it long ago. When will it be before you give it to your father? It seems that such a thick thing will probably last for a night. I have to go and watch it for my mother. By the way, Erlang, please give me some light and nourishing things in the kitchen. If your father is hungry in the middle of the night, it will be easier to fill your stomach." My mother left this sentence with a worried look on her face and followed the old man's footsteps. The relationship between her parents was indeed not ordinary.

At least next to me, my wife was not playing mahjong or playing with the children. None of them looked at me, but they had to be educated on the spot. As soon as they were patted, the third brother stood up and walked out. "Where are you going to go on a cold day? It's not the time to pick up girls."

The third brother was a little embarrassed and grinned embarrassedly: "I'm bored and want to go to Baiyutang to take a look and find some books to read and spend the rest of my time."

The third brother said this clearly lies. We were too lazy to expose him. We waved our hand and asked him to go. Wei Lu called him again. "Look at the history of Sui and the Three Kingdoms written by your second brother, and read more about the description of the characters... This kid's butt is on fire? He ran so fast." He turned around and walked over to the wives who were enjoying the fun.

Early the next morning, someone called me and said that the old man asked me to go there quickly. I had no choice but to get up, and after tiring up, he went to the old man. As soon as I entered the house, I saw the old man sitting on the low couch with dark eyes, drinking porridge. My mother was not sure what she was talking about, but the two elders seemed to be in a good mood. I came up and asked the old man and his mother. "Sit down quickly, come on, I will add it to you, eat it quickly." My mother also served me a bowl of rice porridge and smiled sweetly: "Boy, you have grown abilities!"

I was stunned after taking a sip of fragrant rice porridge. I glanced at the old man. The old man just smiled and continued to eat without saying a word. My mother didn't have that kind of concern: "Your father read a Tongxiao last night and said, "What's the name of your book? Master, eat slowly, there are so many more."

The old man wiped his mouth: "Enough, um, Erlang, your manuscript really opened my eyes to my father, haha...hahaha, I am worthy of being my husband's son." Although the old man was a little tired, this did not interfere with his excitement. He reached out and picked up the manuscript placed on the desk table, and praised it endlessly, thinking that my remarks in the book were incisive and were good words for governing the world. He believed that my son of the Fang Mansion had the ability to start a sect.

"It's enough to be able to get the praise from my father. Originally, I was worried that I wouldn't get the praise from you." Seeing that the old man was performing, I was really relieved. But now, the old man not only finished reading it happily, but also praised it very much, and praised me for being able to start a sect. Well, I was very complacent. "What's so great about starting a sect?" The old man really scared my mother, and he immediately gestured with his hands on my head as the steering wheel: "Master, I heard it right, can this silly boy start a sect? Become a sect master?" I rolled my eyes helplessly, and finally escaped from my mother's cruel hands: "Mom, that's all my father said."

The old man smiled, neither denying nor acknowledging, but he just returned the thick manuscript to me, patted me on the shoulder and said warmly: "Erlang, this manuscript, your own achievements, are already very good for your father, but what are you going to deal with this manuscript?"

"The child is going to publish it for publication, so that all the scholars in the world can come to take a look. First, they can get exposed to new ideas and ideas, and second, they can also let the child's efforts know what is around them, and what is allowed to be passed down to the world, which is not in vain for the years of hardships." I said my meaning.

The old man nodded and frowned slightly: "Print it, but, once this book is published, I'm afraid I don't know how many troubles will happen. After all, there are many knowledgeable people, but there are not without those with shallow knowledge."

"Father, please be content with your child, you are not afraid!" I bowed to the old man, pulled up, and straightened his back: "During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, hundreds of schools of thought were contending, the emergence of different schools and the competition for beauty, so that my culture could be carried forward, Confucianism, Mohism, Taoism, Dharma, Yin and Yang, Famous, and the lingering... The cultural thoughts of this period laid the foundation for our ancestors and even the current Tang Dynasty culture, but thousands of years have passed, can the past still adapt to the present?"
Chapter completed!