"Soldiers" had been written for thousands of years, and later generations had revised it. Not only did it record military strategies, but it also recorded the layout and derivation of formations. Many cultivators would study "Soldiers". Some were able to comprehend the dao from it, and some were able to learn the essence of formations from it. They were able to create earth-shattering killing formations.
For example, the Ten Thousand Statues Platform, the Misty Ghost Forest, the Eight Trigrams Four Symbols Mountain … All of these dangerous places were created by the ancients based on the formations in "Soldiers" and their own research. Then, they were created according to the topography of the mountains and the laws of astronomy. After thousands of years of gestation and movement of the earth, these mysterious and dangerous killing formations were created.
Feng Feiyun had only flipped through a few pages and hadn't done any in-depth research. At this moment, Feng Wanpeng's question made him feel like he didn't know how to answer.
F * ck, if I knew this earlier, I would have just said that I didn't know a single word. Why bother answering this bullshit question!
However, when he saw Steward Liu and Feng Wanpeng's passionate gazes, Feng Feiyun's heart gave birth to an inexplicable emotion. This emotion told him that he couldn't let the people who truly cared about him lose hope.
He could only brace himself and do it!
Feng Feiyun gently fixed his sleeves and pondered for a moment. Then, he slowly said: "" Soldiers ", the content is broad and profound, the thoughts are profound, the logic is meticulous, rigorous, and full of variations.
It includes the inevitability of war, the relationship between war and morale, the role of mental factors, the concentration of troops, and many other aspects.
It can be said that this "Soldiers" is not only useful for marching and fighting, but it is also suitable for cultivators to fight. Attacking the heart is the most important, and attacking the city is the most important … "
Feng Feiyun spoke with fervor and assurance. While he was talking, he reached out his hand and gestured in the air as if he was simulating the situation of two armies fighting.
"When two armies confront each other, besiege the city, defend the city, and engage in a fierce battle, the most important thing is the morale of the soldiers, followed by the formation of the troops.
If I were to lead the Godly Martial Army to attack an evil sect, then the formations would be especially important … "
Feng Feiyun's expression was serious and meticulous; he had the air of a general!
Feng Wanpeng and Steward Liu were completely shocked. They rubbed their eyes, afraid that they might have recognized the wrong person!
Even the four young maids that stood guard at the door were shocked to the point their jaws almost dropped to the ground. Their beautiful eyes were filled with the light of worship. It was simply too unbelievable.
Was this still the ignorant and incompetent Young Master Feng?
Was this the same idiot who could neither write nor use martial arts?
Was this still the second generation master who was living off the mountain?
Old Butler Liu's hands trembled with excitement as tears streamed down his face: "Master, look at Young Master Feng. He is not a mediocre person. His understanding of how to defeat the enemy makes this old servant blush with shame.
If Eldest Miss knew about this, I wonder how happy she would be! "
Even though Feng Wanpeng was much calmer than Steward Liu, he was still so excited that he almost slammed the table. Could it be that the heavens are looking after me, Feng Wanpeng? This kid doesn't seem to be a pushover. If he can change his bad habits and work hard, then maybe he will have a great future.
Feng Wanpeng tried his best to suppress his excitement and didn't reveal any of it. His face was still calm as he continued to test Young Master Feng: "What do you think of this saying? Attacking the heart is the best, attacking the city is the worst?"
"Fighting the heart is the best, fighting the soldiers is the worst. Without fighting, you will subdue the enemy." Feng Feiyun answered.
"Then what do you think is the most important factor in a war?" Feng Wanpeng continued to ask.
Feng Feiyun hadn't experienced a real war, so he really didn't know how to answer this question. After thinking for a long time, he finally answered: "Luck."
"Luck?"
Feng Wanpeng frowned and pondered for a moment. Then, he couldn't help but laugh: "Good luck. You are right. If an army is in a real war, if luck is not good, then even if you have millions of soldiers, you will still be defeated.
Luck!
Luck!
Fate! "
This was the first time Feng Feiyun saw Feng Wanpeng laugh!
Even though this answer wasn't accurate, it wasn't wrong either. Feng Wanpeng felt that he could start to re-evaluate his own son.
However, it was only a re-evaluation. He was an idiot who had fallen for more than ten years. Even if the prodigal son had turned over a new leaf, it would still not be easy for him to make a name for himself.
Plus, only God knew if this guy was only acting on a whim. Maybe in two days, he would go out and flirt with girls again.
"Although you have some understanding of military affairs, it's nothing much. Compared to your big brother's talent, you're still a long way off."
Feng Wanpeng continued: "Elder Liu, go and invite Strategist Ge from the city's military camp. Starting tomorrow, let him learn the art of war together with Strategist Ge!"
Housekeeper Liu was ecstatic. Strategist Ge was the teacher in Spirit State City who knew the art of war the best. His master invited him to be Young Master Feng's teacher. From this, one could see how much importance he placed on Young Master Feng.
The Godly Jin Dynasty was ruled by military force. Every year, there would be large scale wars with other dynasties, and even with some evil immortal sects. If he could learn the art of war and enter the Godly Martial Camp, then his future would be limitless.
He would be an ever-victorious Strategist in White with great military achievements. He would absolutely be famous throughout the world.
Housekeeper Liu happily accepted the order. Even though he looked old and clumsy, his speed was frighteningly fast. It was like a breeze blowing by. His feet didn't even touch the ground, and his shadow had already disappeared from the grand hall.
Feng Feiyun followed him out of the grand hall and went to the courtyard. He was thinking about his future plans. Cultivation must be the first priority. Only when one's body was strong could they spread their wings and soar to the sky.
"Since I'm already here, I'll make a name for myself in the Godly Jin Dynasty."
"Cultivating again, maybe it will refine my state of mind. This is not necessarily a bad thing. Maybe I can reach a higher level than before."
Feng Feiyun's face revealed a smile. He looked at the spirit boat in his palm as if he was waiting for something!
The future was in his own hands.
"Feiyun, I heard that you can read now. Is this true?"
On the small path next to the pond, a handsome and confident man came over. He wore a blue scholarly robe, and there was a white black iron sword hanging on his waist. His body was flowing with spirit energy. Even though he looked like he was strolling in the courtyard, each step was able to travel three zhang. There was a faint, almost invisible white energy that escaped from the soles of his feet.
He was truly like an immortal. As long as it was a woman, they would scream just by looking at him.
Young age, good cultivation, very handsome, very elegant!
These words were not an exaggeration to use on Feng Suiyu.
Feng Suiyu's face was full of smiles, giving others a very friendly feeling. He came over and patted Feng Feiyun's shoulder.
This was the big brother of Feng Feiyun, and he was also the adopted son of Feng Wanpeng.
If Feng Feiyun was an ignorant and incompetent second generation master, hated by everyone in Spirit State City, then Feng Suiyu was the synonym of bright and beautiful. He was overflowing with talent, and his cultivation was not ordinary. He was also handsome and had a kind personality.
In the eyes of the crowd, Feng Feiyun and Feng Suiyu were two extremes. Many people even called Feng Suiyu the Young Lord behind his back, while they cursed Feng Feiyun as a scum, a scum, and a beast.
Feng Suiyu was especially good to Feng Feiyun, just like an older brother. For example, the first time Feng Feiyun violated a woman, it was Feng Suiyu who helped him arrange it.
Another example, the first time Feng Feiyun set fire to the academy, it was also Feng Suiyu who helped him build the will.
Another example, every time Feng Feiyun did evil outside, it was Feng Suiyu who helped him settle it. Plus, he would only casually mention it in Feng Wanpeng's ear, and he wouldn't spread it around.
If it was the previous Feng Feiyun, then he would naturally be grateful to this kind big brother, but the current Feng Feiyun, looking at the smile on his face, felt disgusted.
If it wasn't for Feng Suiyu's guidance since young, Feng Feiyun wouldn't have become like this, being insulted by all the citizens of Spirit State City.
Feng Suiyu was only an adopted son. If he wanted to inherit the position of Spirit State City's Lord, then he would have to thoroughly degenerate Feng Feiyun and make Feng Wanpeng disappointed in his own son. Only then would he have the chance to become the Spirit State City's Lord.
Feng Suiyu was only an adopted son. If he wanted to inherit the position of Spirit State City's Lord, then he would have to thoroughly degenerate Feng Feiyun and make Feng Wanpeng disappointed in him. Only then would he have the chance to become the Spirit State City's Lord.
If Feng Feiyun really learned how to read, then it would be a threat to his future position as the City's Lord. If necessary, he could kill him in the cradle, cutting the weeds and eliminating the roots.