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

When they arrived at the valley gate, outside the city gate, a young man with a steed had already been waiting for a long time.

When Hu Che'er saw this person, he rolled up his sleeves without saying a word, stepped forward and asked, "What are you doing here? Didn't you hit enough or what?"

The young man turned a deaf ear to Hu Che'er's words, and his eyes were fixed on Lu Bu. He wanted to do something, but he remembered Yang Ci's instructions before leaving, and said coldly: "Let's forget about what happened last time, but next time it won't be so cheap." .”

This young man in brocade clothes and jade belt is naturally Yang Ting, the grandson of the old Taiwei Yang Ci. When they learned that he was going to a barren place like Bingzhou, almost everyone in the Yang family opposed it, especially his mother Yu Shi. Life and death will not let Yang Ting go out and suffer.But as soon as the old man spoke, and Yang Ting was a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers, and wanted to leave Luoyang to make a name for himself, the matter was basically settled.

Lu Bu smiled lightly, and didn't say much about it. He just hoped that this kid would not disappoint the old Taiwei's good intentions.

After standing in the valley gate for nearly half an hour, Yang Ting got impatient and urged: "Lu Fengxian, let's go, who are you waiting for?"

Lu Bu looked up at the sky, estimated the time, turned over and rode on the red dodder, and said in a low voice, "Let's go!"

Huangfu Jue told him yesterday when he was parting that he would come to see him off, but now he has not seen him for a long time. Maybe he has other important things to do, so it is understandable that he can't come.

Seeing Lu Bu set off first, Yang Ting and Hu Che'er got on their horses, whipped their whips on the horse's buttocks, and galloped away.

And the middle-aged scribe who had just met Lu Bu had already hid in a secluded alley, poked out only half of his head, and scanned around with his left eye.

"Brother Xu, who are you hiding from?" A playful male voice sounded from behind.

"It's not Cao who hides from the god..."

The middle-aged scribe continued to follow the words, but before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly.

But fortunately, he is also a person who has experienced many big scenes. After slightly adjusting his mood, he turned around and held the young man's hands, covered them with his hands and kept patting them lightly, as if they met by chance: "Oh! , isn’t this Meng De? I didn’t expect you and I to meet here, what a coincidence, what a coincidence.”

This young man who couldn't be called tall and straight was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and laughed, "Brother Xu, these days I often visit your house with generous gifts, but every time you 'just happen to 'Not in...'"

As long as you are not deaf, you can hear the young man biting his accent heavily on the two words.

"Oh, that's right, that's really a coincidence." The middle-aged scribe's tone was full of regret and surprise, and he looked completely ignorant.

If the informant hadn't been bought with a lot of money, otherwise he would have been fooled, the young man simply said straight to the point: "I said brother, I don't ask you to do a 'monthly review', why do you keep avoiding me. "

"Hahaha, you can fool others with your words, but it's hard to fool me, Xu Zijiang."

The middle-aged scribe suddenly laughed, as if he had heard the funniest joke, pointing at the young man and said with a smile: "In this world, your words, Cao Mengde, are the most unbelievable!"

Seeing that he couldn't lie to this person, the young man simply turned his face black, "Brother, if you don't give me a comment today, then I can only ask someone to beat drums and gongs at your door every day, so that you will not be safe."

Hearing this, the middle-aged scribe suddenly changed his color and said, "Well, you're such a lazy and slutty bastard, you can even use such a cheap method!" He cursed like this, but he began to think in his heart: It seems that I won't give him today! This answer, I am afraid that he will toss half to death in the future, that's all.

Afterwards, the middle-aged scribe pulled him in front of him and whispered something in a whisper.

Hearing this, the young man took two steps back, cupped his hands and made a big salute, then walked away laughing loudly.

On that day, the entire streets of Luoyang City were filled with hearty and hearty laughter.

Chapter 78 Where the lord is, my heart is at ease

War in the south of the city, dead in the north of Guo, and the wild dead can be eaten without being buried.

Call it black for me: let’s be a guest, if you die in the wild, don’t bury it, how can the carrion escape?

The water is deep and exciting, and the pampas grass is dark.

Xiaoqi died in battle, and the poor horse wandered alone.

Liang Zhushi, where is the south and where is the north?What food do you eat if you don't get the king, and you are willing to get it for your loyal ministers?

Thinking of a good minister, a good minister is sincere and thoughtful: a minister goes out to attack, and never returns at night.

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The distant and melodious music reverberates between the heaven and the earth. I don't know where it originated from, and I don't know where it stops.

The sky hangs down over the plain, and from a distance, it is connected to the ground in a line.

The meandering river flows in the wilderness, the blue waves are rippling, and the mountains in the ripples are picturesque, except for the blue sky and white clouds above the sky, and the three travelers who are walking by the river.

All three are men, and even the oldest one is only about 27 or [-] years old.And the one walking in the front is a tall and straight young man with a very intimidating figure. He is more than a head taller than the two companions behind him. He is leading a horse that looks like fire. On his handsome face, there is a An inch-long scar that doesn't match his temperament.

Perhaps because of the long journey, the three of them stopped by the river to rest for a while.

Lu Bu loosened the horse rope of the red dodder, patted its neck, and signaled it to drink and eat freely.Then he squatted down, put his hands together, scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on his face. The cold river water made him feel a bit of coolness, which was extremely refreshing.

In the summer, the weather is the most terrible thing.

Hu Che'er, whose back was drenched from the heat, simply laid his whole body on the riverside, regardless of the Sanqi 21, and directly put his head into the water, gulping down the dry and smoldering internal organs Six internal organs.

gurgling gurgling gurgling

A series of bubbles bubbled up from the bottom of the river, just like boiling water, spreading circular ripples on the water surface one after another.

After Lu Bu finished drinking, he got up and looked at Hu Che'er, who was playing vigorously alone, and shook his head helplessly. He would be thirty in two years, and sometimes he was as immature as a child.

In contrast, Yang Ting's drinking method is much more elegant.Although his usual demeanor is high-profile and domineering, his family education and social etiquette since he was a child have been subtly ingrained in his bones, making him unable to be as rude and forthright as Hu Che'er.

He first gently removed the water bag from the horse, then went to the river and unscrewed the cap, filling the water bag to seventy percent full.Finally, he straightened up, handed the water bag to his mouth, and took two sips.

After wiping off the water stains at the corners of his mouth with his hands, Yang Tingcai asked Lu Bu: "Lu Fengxian, what kind of ballad did we hear just now, why does it make people unconsciously feel a sense of sadness?"

"Children in Zhanchengnan and Bingzhou can sing."

Lu Bu sighed suddenly, and his deep voice couldn't hide his loneliness, "The soldiers died outside the city, and there is not even a body collector. Pao Ze, who went out together in the morning, didn't come back together at night, how can it not be sad?"

Yang Ting remained silent and didn't speak any more. It was hard for him to understand the cruelty of the war as a child of a wealthy family since he was a child.

"Master, aren't we going to Yanmen Pass, what are we doing here in Qiangyang County?" Hu Che'er lifted his head out of the water, turned his head and asked Lu Bu.

Lu Bu didn't intend to hide this, and gave the answer without thinking, "Meet an old friend."

When Hu Che'er heard this, he immediately became interested. It must be a great person to make Lu Bu make a special detour.

After thinking about it, Hu Cheer suddenly opened a row of big yellow teeth, winked at Lu Bu and said, "Master, it must be your old friend!"

Hearing this, Lu Bu, who was walking forward, staggered and almost fell to the ground. He kicked Hu Che'er, laughing and cursing, "Let's go."

But the three of them hadn't walked far when they heard the sound of fists and feet clashing from nearby.

On the high ground about ten feet away obliquely in front, five or six men were surrounding one person, kicking and kicking him non-stop.

The man who fell on the ground couldn't see clearly, gritted his teeth and grunted without begging for mercy, letting them kick him.If you have good eyesight, you can find a thick hemp rope tied around his body, making him unable to resist at all.

"Master, there are people fighting there, let's go and have a look!"

Hu Che'er, who likes to join in the fun, couldn't hide his excitement on his face, and put forward his opinions immediately, gearing up, showing the arrogance of going up and doing a big fight.