The White Horse Raids the Three Kingdoms

From his body, a real but invisible power suddenly exudes, with the majesty of a mountain and the breadth of a blue sea.

It's like a rushing river, which is continuously gathered by the trickle of the juanjuan, and finally becomes the momentum of the river, mighty and boundless...

Soon, gusts of cold wind howled and bitingly, and the fine and sharp wind blades slowly condensed.

The wind blade is like a knife, if it gets involved, it will be hard to escape the tragic end of being ground into pieces.

"Uncle Weng, do you even think of Yong like this?"

Hearing the threatening tone of the like-minded old man in the past, Cai Yong shook his head with a wry smile, and with a move with his right hand, a green wave appeared beside him.

Suddenly, a green bamboo forest appeared in the void behind him.

This piece of bamboo sea is lush and thick like flawless emeralds.

Indistinctly, it seems that there is a virtual qin in the sky, being in it, accompanied by the wind blowing bamboo leaves in the ear, the listener feels that the whole person has calmed down.

"Hum!" There was another snort, and Wang Yun, who was sitting in the upper seat, couldn't help but make a move.

The wind and sand in the sky revolve around it, and in the wind and sand, everyone who sees it feels that their bodies are extremely heavy, not only can't walk a step, it's even hard to breathe.

It's hard to imagine that there is such a profound power hidden in Wang Yun's seemingly old body.

"...Master Zi...! You guys...even if you really want to kill someone because of your old love, how much do you want? Let him finish his sentence? At that time, if you still look at him like this, you will kill him if you want to cut him. Don't resist." For Wang Yun's attack, Cai Yong was not surprised at all, there was indeed a flash of indelible pain in his eyes, and he couldn't help shouting.

At this time, Cai Yong's body was filled with a sad feeling of powerlessness and despondency, as if spring is far away, summer is over, autumn leaves are falling, and winter is approaching.

Three hundred and two best friends cut robes

Being attacked by two old friends one after another, Cai Yong felt very uncomfortable.

He knew the reason for their attack, but it was precisely because of this that he felt more and more uncomfortable.

That's why he said something like that.

Because, judging from his current courage, a person's life has been difficult since ancient times, the most difficult, and it is only death.

If a person is not even afraid of death, then there is nothing in this world that can make him afraid.

In many cases, death may be terrifying, but sometimes it can also be transformed into a source of motivation.

Maybe it's because the older you get, the more life and death you see, the ups and downs, what Cai Yong said before is indeed full of emotion.

"...Hum, I really want to hear what you have to say." Perhaps thinking of the old friendship, Ma Rixun and Wang Yun looked at each other, their murderous intent gradually subsided, and at the same time they stopped their movements, but Still vaguely surrounding Cai Yong.

"...Thank you." Cai Yong took a deep breath and didn't pay attention to the movements of the two of them. The inexplicable awe-inspiring aura surged slowly in his body, and the light of the bamboo piano shone more and more in the void behind him.

Soon, the phantom turned into reality, and the bamboo qin appeared. Cai Yong sat cross-legged, brushed with one hand, and used his knees as the qin platform.

Cai Yong lifted his clothes and moved, lightly flicking his ten fingers, touching the strings like running water, a wisp of piano sound wafted out, lingering between the beams,

Hearing this sound, Ma Rixun and Wang Yun raised their eyes involuntarily.

The melody without rhyme looks sad and natural, like a plain narration, or like an uninhibited brook gurgling by.

Although it sounds calm and unremarkable at first glance, it makes people feel a sense of loss in life, arouses infinite lovesickness, and the soreness and pain are almost uncontrollable. With joy and sorrow.

At the key point, the style of Qin Yi suddenly changed again, and played the tune of willow mellowly, with a slight melancholy and nostalgia in the warm and warm feeling, but the sadness in it has calmed down.

You Ning'an and its replacement are like a warming dose after the depression in the chest has been exhausted, making people feel tired, and they can't help but want to rest a little after a long chase, drink wine alone, and feel worried!

"Oh, I can't help myself, the way of troubled times, I can't help myself!" Cai Yong clasped his hands together, and the sound of the piano faded away.

In his words, there are many meanings of depression and helplessness.

People in this world, no matter if they are an upright man, or a real villain, as long as they roll around in the world of mortals, they will experience life and death, love and hatred.Everyone has gains and losses in their hearts.

Both Wang Yun and Ma Rixun were well-read scriptures, and they could hear the emotion contained in Cai Yong's sigh, which was clearly expressed by emotion.

But they couldn't help but raised their heads in surprise, and took a few serious glances, but their expressions couldn't help but slightly changed.

"Since you have expressed your thoughts, why did you change like this?" Ma Rixun, who was impatient, hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help asking.

In the tone, there are many regrets, indignation, incomprehension and resentment.

Deep love, deep hatred.

But he was angry at what he did not do, and hated what he did!

In the past, shortly after the death of Emperor Ling, Dong Zhuo was appointed as Sikong, specializing in government affairs. He heard of Cai Yong's reputation, so he recruited him. Cai Yong said that he was sick and could not go.

Dong Zhuo, who was full of ambition at that time, suddenly became angry and cursed: "Now I am in charge of assisting the emperor to face the court, and have the power to destroy human races and priests. No matter how proud you are, it's just a matter of raising your hand."

He also urgently ordered the prefectures and counties to recruit Cai Yong to the mansion. Cai Yong had no choice but to obey the order. He was appointed as the agent of offering sacrifices, and he was very respected by Dong Zhuo.

Just entering the court for the first time, Cai Yong was promoted as a high-ranking official. He successively served as the censor, the censor, and the minister. Within three days, he traversed three platforms!

In the eyes of everyone in the court, Cai Yong undoubtedly defected to Dong Zhuo!

Originally, these former close friends would not believe that Cai Yong would do such a thing just because of a little gossip.

They even believed that their good friend Cai Yong must have been coerced by Dong Zhuo, and planned to discuss to help him get rid of the "evil hand".

However, when they contacted him in private and prepared to let him respond internally to assassinate Dong Zhuo, they were rejected by Cai Yong.

Therefore, everyone gradually believed that Cai Yong had really "degenerated".

It was Ma Rixun and Wang Yun who cut off their righteousness by cutting off their robes.

"Hey, I can't help myself. The way of our generation is to overcome obstacles, not to fight with others, but to fight with the classics and righteousness, and to fight with ourselves!" Facing his friend's questioning, Cai Yong's expression was gloomy, and he let out a long sigh.

Miss him, Cai Yong, act with a single voice, but please have a clear conscience!

In the past, the Yellow Turban was in trouble, and there were often thunderstorms and high winds, which would damage trees and pull them up, earthquakes, hail, and locusts.And Xianbei invaded the border again, and the people suffered from labor and taxes.

As mentioned above, he applied for Mingtang Yueling.

During the reign of Emperor Yu Ling, the emperor asked the emperor to celebrate the five emperors in the suburbs according to the festivals of Lichun, Lixia, Liqiu, Lidong and Jixia.

In order to guide the spirit and pray for a good harvest.Sacrificing in Qing temples, honoring ancestors, setting up education for the elderly, telling people to observe etiquette and customs, these are the great undertakings of emperors, and ancestors strictly abide by them.

These matters are all his responsibilities.

Now, the reason why he does not participate in the assassination is also to repay Dong Zhuo's kindness, which is his obligation.

It is Cai Yong's consistent style to distinguish between grievances and grievances.

"Mencius said: Heaven will send a great mission to the people of Sri Lanka, and they must first suffer from their will, exhaust their muscles and bones, starve their skin, and empty their bodies." Cai Yong smiled bitterly, skipping the topic of questioning.