The Reincarnation of Lu Bu at the End of the Han Dynasty

Xie Ce laughed at himself, "Some people are born rich and well-clothed, and never worry about food and clothing. Even if they have no virtue, they still have a good future. Some people study hard and work hard all their lives, but in the end they are homeless. On the street, a guest dies in a foreign land."

Lu Bu seemed to be stabbed in the heart by these words, he stopped, turned his head to Xi Ce and said, "Sir, accompany me to the city for a walk."

Xi Ce showed doubts on his face, but he did not refuse.

The two walked straight along the street until they reached the city gate, and then walked slowly up the top of the city along the stone ladder on the left.

There was a lot of bang bang bang bang on the city tower, and the people were sweating profusely.

In front of Lu Bu, there were seven or eight shirtless men with poles on their shoulders, working together to lift a heavy stone, shouting chant, and moving forward slowly.

After putting it down, two old masons of some age came up from the side, took a hammer and a chisel with both hands, and carved carefully.

Repairing the city wall is a very energy-consuming task. Most of the people in the city are here, some are mixing mud, some are laying bricks, and some are carrying waste to the city.

Lu Bu stood at the top of the city, and the biting cold wind blowing in front of him seemed nothing to him.

"Sir, do you think people can come back to life after death?"

He asked an extremely absurd question.

Xie Ce was stunned for a long while, but he was speechless. He asked me for an answer that anyone could know, but you came to ask me?

If people can really be resurrected after death, then why did Qin Shihuang Yingzheng seek longevity.

However, seeing Lu Bu's solemn expression, it didn't seem like a joke, and the answer should not be so superficial and simple.

After thinking about it for a while, he still couldn't get a definite answer, so he asked back: "Why did the general suddenly ask this?"

Lu Bu seemed to be caught in a very long memory: "I probably had a dream, a long, long dream. I dreamed that I guarded a city alone, dreamed that Cao Xing was killed, and dreamed that Song Xianhou Cheng rebelled. , the soldier pushed me to the ground, and took my head with a long silk..."

The plot is understood now, and Lu Bu is just having a nightmare.Unexpectedly, the titan who killed people without blinking his eyes on the battlefield would be afraid of things in his dreams.

He comforted Lu Bu: "Since it's a dream, why bother?"

"No, that's not a dream!"

Lu Bu's eyes widened suddenly, and he denied it.He shook his head and continued nervously: "Actually, I don't even know whether what I see is a dream or real. I don't know whether I am dead or alive, or whether I am still in a dream. .”

If it is really a dream, I hope this sleep will never wake up.

"Sir," Lu Bu looked at Xi Ce, and decided to tell the truth: "Actually, I have been here since 15 years."

He never told anyone about this, not even Wei Niang revealed a word.

"what?"

Opening his mouth exaggeratedly, he stood on tiptoe and touched Lu Bu's forehead, "General, you must have burnt out your brain, right?"

"I didn't joke with you, it's true." Lu Bu said with firm eyes.

Naturally, Xie Ce didn't believe it. He had lived for more than twenty years, and he had never seen any strange things.

How can he say that he came from 15 years later? He even thinks that he can be an emperor is more reliable than what Lu Bu said.

"Let's talk about it, after 15 years, how many wives and concubines will I have, and how many pairs of children will I have?" Xie Ce asked casually.

Lu Bu's mind buzzed, as if struck by lightning.

He is lost.

Seeing Lu Bu's dejected look, Xi Ce sighed, "General, you may have fallen into a nightmare because of the heavy murder. I will send Hu Che'er to invite two great fairy wizards to come back, and you will be fine after exorcising the evil spirits." .”

At this time, seven or eight young children came running from the city. They were bouncing and running along the stone stairs, humming a song that someone had taught them.

In Wuyuan County, there are flying generals.

The flying general's surname is Lu, and his horse is painted with a halberd.

The wind is also strange, and the rain is also strange;

Willing to splash Hu Ni with blood,

Across the world, there is no strong enemy.

This side of the field is my hometown.

Hu Liang is on the other side of the field.

A series of lively figures ran past Lu Bu laughing and playing, and he finally came back to his senses.

Looking at those carefree children, Lu Bu suddenly laughed.

Just treat it as a dream!

As it is now, it's fine.

On the wide avenue below the city, a carriage slowly drove up.

Not to mention the grandeur of this carriage, just from the nearly fifty stern-looking guards around, it can be seen that the person driving this carriage is extremely wealthy.

Four brown horses drove towards the county city, driving the jade bell hanging on the front corner of the house, tinkling and jingling non-stop.

Xi Ce looked at Lu Bu and laughed: "General, the person you fear the most is here."

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The people on the top of the city rested their hands for a while, stopped to look at it from a distance, stretched their necks to look around, and said in their mouths which car it was, very angry.

The carriage drove into the county city, along the wide bluestone road, all the way to the county guard's mansion.

The servants in front of the mansion quickly ran to report, Yan Xin, who was dealing with official duties, put down the bamboo slips in his hand, and hurriedly walked outside the mansion.

The groom who was driving the carriage lifted the curtain respectfully, bent his body from the carriage, and stepped out of the two people.

Yan Xin had already stood beside the car, stretched out his arms, and helped each of them down.

After the two of them stood firm, Yan Xin took two steps back, bowed and saluted and said, "Son has met father and mother."

Patriarch Yan, who was wrapped in a winter fur coat, glanced at his son, fiddled with the mahogany beads in his hand, and nodded as a greeting.

On the side, Yan's mother was full of relief, with loving motherly love in her eyes, and she said "good, good, good" in her mouth.

For a mother, there is nothing greater than seeing her son.

Yan Xin led the two elders into the gate of the mansion, and said in his mouth: "Father, if you want to come, why don't you tell your son in advance, I should also prepare early and go to the city gate to pick you up."

"Tell you what to do, I'm not too old to walk." The old man over fifty years old snorted and said angrily.