It was dark early in winter, and it was already dark just after Xu, and the disciples all returned to the house.

Qiu Zhan pushed the door in with the food box, bringing a gust of cold wind. He shivered so coldly that he quickly closed the door, and muttered, "I brought porridge, three buns, and a plate of sauerkraut. Didn't you say that you don't have the appetite to eat? Eating sauerkraut is the most appetizing."

While speaking, he came to Chu Meng's small room. Before he entered the door, he saw two pairs of eyes staring at him. Qiu Zhan put down the food box: "I'll go read the book first."

Wu Shiwei turned his head and smiled, "Brother Chu made friends, indeed, are not simple. If I remember correctly, he is the second second son after the case this year. He heard that this person read a lot of books and has the ability to remember everything he saw. He is a rare genius."

"Acquaintance is fate, only when we get together can we communicate. As for the others, Chu does not attach great importance to it."

Wu Shiwei looked at the person who was still ill in bed meaningfully, and returned to the issue they were talking about just now, "I am completely my own person, and Brother Chu really doesn't need to hide it from me."

Since you took the initiative to show your kindness to me, you must have wanted me to join forces. Now I know that Brother Chu is an extraordinary identity, but if you don’t tell the truth, Shiwei doesn’t know if Brother Chu treats me like his own people.”

He seemed sad and felt aggrieved in his distrust of Chu Meng. However, although he was waiting for Chu Meng's answer on the surface, he was already speculating in his heart.

Chu Meng's external identity is the son of a hunter, but I believe that not only him, but many people do not believe this. His demeanor that is inconsistent with the common people and his martial arts all say that this person is not simple.

What made Wu Shiwei believe more was the successive surprises Chu Meng gave him in the past two days, and even after this afternoon, he changed from surprise to fright.

He could think that Wang Zhan and Wang Cheng must be obsessed with his bookshelf, the bookshelf that was shocked even himself. That's right, they were dozens of rare books placed in his room.

However, the truth of the matter was not owned by Wu Shiwei, but by Chu Meng.

Wu Shiwei also read a few books and basically concluded that this person knows astronomy and geography, which is simply inhuman.

Although there are not many books, they cover a wide range, including politics, history, geography, arithmetic, medicine, gossip, feng shui, etc. What makes Wu Shiwei even more shocked is that each of those books has annotations, and the handwriting is also from the same person.

He now fully believed that Chu Meng must have studied all the books thoroughly. Even if this is almost impossible to everyone, no one can really master everything. One essence must have other annotations. But he believed that Chu Meng was definitely different from ordinary people.

What kind of identity is that makes this young man who is almost the same age as him much higher than himself.

At this moment, Wu Shiwei wanted to know Chu Meng’s true identity on the one hand, but on the other hand, he told himself that no matter what his identity was, he had made up his friend. It was so happy to work with this person.

Chu Meng did not go to class today. After a day of cultivation, he looked much better. His expression looked very calm, with his unique righteousness in his eyes. He did not have an aggressive aura, giving people a sense of trustworthiness.

Wu Shiwei was a little stunned, his expression was clear but ambitious. Yes, judging by his eyes that he had been used to the faces of various merchants since he was a child, he saw ambition in Chu Meng's eyes.

"Does Mr. Wu know about the marching of righteousness?" Chu Meng asked him lightly.

The marching of righteousness. Wu Shiwei was shocked for a moment and was stunned for a moment.

Everyone knows the marching of the righteous army. It is the strongest group of rebels at the moment. It has been heard that they have stabilized their power in the southern Hunan area. The cavalry and infantry under them, including the navy, have as many as one million people, and are still expanding.

The people mixed their praises and criticisms of the Yi army. Some say that it is a pity for usurping the throne, while others say that it is a new type of force that can end Xiye's corrupt rule and open up peace and prosperity in a new era.

Wu Shiwei was shocked for a while before he gradually calmed down. He felt sweat dripping from his forehead. He raised his sleeves awkwardly and wiped the sweat. After a moment of silence, he asked tentatively: "Brother Chu is the young master of the Yi marching army?"

He was not a fool either, and had long heard of the deeds of the Young Master of the Yishou. He knew the proof of the proof at the age of five, knew the proof of the proof at the age of seven, and knew the stewardship at the age of ten. Chu Meng had such talent and demeanor, and mentioned the proof of the Yishou, which made him suspicious that this person was the Young Master of the Yishou who was orally circulated by the people.

Speaking of this marching, the ignorant of the power, only one sentence was passed by the bandits, but Wu Shiwei understood that Xiye now has no glory as it was a hundred years ago. The government was controlled by the Fu and Taiwei, and the emperor became a puppet emperor. In order to consolidate his power and status, the two old guys had already assimilated the ministers in the court, and they were all pedantic old people.

The current government is like a group of lifeless old people, they are blocked by them every day and night, and there is no vitality. How can a country that lacks vitality last forever?

Wu Shiwei thought about these words countless times, but he dared not say them. The Wu family has only published him as a scholar. The old man was not sure at the beginning. On the one hand, he couldn't afford to see the scholar's arrogance and arrogance, and on the other hand, he hoped that his mantle could be inherited by his eldest son.

But Wu Shiwei had an ideal in his heart. He hated the plot with the merchants, and also hated the stinking of his face for the stinky stinking of money.

He had great ambitions in his heart and countless ideas for benefiting the people. He wanted to change this corrupt government. It was precisely because of this that he lobbied countless times that he finally won the opportunity to enroll in Yangshan Academy.

He was a son of a businessman with a lower status than a farmer, but he stepped onto this platform with himself. However, no one knew what he thought, and could not see his ambition under his appearance, and he laughed at him in his heart for being full of money.

Chu Meng was not in a hurry to answer, but affirmed: "What you think is what I think." He knew what Wu Shiwei thought, as early as the beginning.

He was indeed the young master of the marching army. Since he was five years old, this sentence has been deeply imprinted in his mind. He has read all kinds of books since he was a child. His father said that as the leader of the future, he must understand more than others.

He was used to seeing the displaced people of the poor, witnessed the powerful trampling on people's names like grass, and experienced the corruption of the current power and government, like a crowd struggling on the brink of life and death, and he could not see any hope.

I don’t know when it started, shouldering the responsibility of the world has become what he wants for life.

Chu Meng had already taken a fancy to Wu Shiwei. He knew that Wu Shiwei could become a person with him. He also knew how helpful the Wu family would be to the Yi marching. He wanted to recruit him, but he had always lacked opportunities. Now, everything is just right.

After a brief shock, Wu Shiwei finally regained his mind. Just now, he learned a shocking news. Yi Jun was the biggest enemy of the court, and his identity as a lord has always been mysterious and unknown. But now there was the young master of Yi Jun sitting in front of him. The truth was already thorny, so how could he feel at ease in his heart?

Should I say that Chu Meng trusts him or is not afraid of him? Wu Shiwei doesn’t know what to think about now, but he urgently needs someone to think calmly.

Chu Meng seemed to see what he was thinking and reminded him: "The time is almost over. If Mr. Wu doesn't go back, he will miss the opening of the good show."

Wu Shiwei then remembered that there was something important, and he happened to want to leave, so he immediately stood up and bowed: "Shiwei is leaving first, Brother Chu takes good care of his health, Shiwei will come to visit him next day."

Chu Meng nodded slightly, watching Wu Shiwei leave with a fluttering step.
Chapter completed!