Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

The long swords in the hands of the two waved at the same time.

The fire in Wuchao seemed to be blown up and shaken.

"kill!"

Cao Jun and Yuan Jun's cavalry rushed up at the same time, and Cao Cao and Yuan Shao rushed to the front, riding their horses through the beacon smoke.

"Dang!" The long swords were intertwined, and the two armies collided beside them.

Both of them are no longer the young people they were back then, they have grown up and spent nearly half their lives.But the scene of my youth is still vivid in my memory.

The horses under them were staggered, and the two turned around at the same time and made another sword strike. The blades of the swords touched each other and were shaken away.

They often practiced swords together back then, and they knew each other's sword skills very well.

The two horses ran away, and when Cao Cao turned his horse, Yuan Shao was already standing there waiting for him.

"I won't hold back this time."

Cao Cao grabbed the horse under him and replied, "I will kill you with my next strike."

Yuan Shao held the sword and raised his cloak.

The war horse urged again, and the two rushed towards each other with their swords raised. This time they would not hold back their hands.

The two long swords pierced each other's chest with a chill.

"Pfft!"

The horse stopped, and Yuan Shao stopped beside Cao Cao.

Blood dripped from Cao Cao's hands, and he pushed aside a sword.

But Yuan Shao was pierced by a long sword.

The chaotic voices around seemed to be fading away, Yuan Shao's hand holding the sword hangs down, and the white cloak behind him slowly oozes red.

He propped himself up and whispered in Cao Cao's ear.

"Cao Cao, if you beat me, you can't lose to others in the future. This world should belong to you, and I, Yuan Shao, will not accept anyone else."

As he spoke, he slowly stretched out a hand, put it on Cao Cao's shoulder, and patted it feebly.

"This time, I won't buy you a drink, Meng De."

Cao Cao's palm was cut by a sharp sword, but Cao Cao seemed to feel no pain. He raised his head and looked at Fenghuo behind the two: "Next time, I will treat you to a drink."

Yuan Shao grinned his mouth blankly, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"it is good."

No more strength, the palm fell from Cao Cao's shoulder and fell to his side.

Except for the two of them, no one will remember that year, those two teenagers were lying on the haystack.

At that time, the sun was setting and they rested their hands on the back of their necks, held a piece of hay in their mouths, and crossed their legs, looking at one or two returning farmers in the field.

The whole body is warmed by the sun, letting the time pass slowly, it's so leisurely.

Chapter 438: It's better to leave a good impression on others

The food and grass in Wuchao were burned by a fire, and Yuan Shao who went to help was killed by Cao Cao.Gao Lan and Zhang He, who attacked Cao Ying, could not attack Cao Ying for a long time, until they learned the news of Wuchao and led the crowd to surrender Cao Cao.

The setting sun outside poured into the camp, making the people and things in the camp look a bit more colorful, no longer just sand and armor.In a few days, Yuan Jun will retreat, and Cao Jun can return to the army.

It was already the evening of the second day when Cao Cao led Qingqi back to the camp and finished dealing with Gao Lan and Zhang Yun.

Gu Nan casually sat cross-legged on the open space, holding a piece of cloth in his hand, wiping his spear.

But some of the blood on the spear had already solidified there and could not be wiped off. The originally white fringe of the spear turned into a messy dirty red.

There are many gaps in the edge of the gun front, and there are a few curled blades. The mottled gun body seems to show what kind of battle this spear has gone through.

Gu Nan looked at the spear in her hand and thought, maybe she should change it.She didn't remember either, but she changed a few spears and spears.But every time it is replaced, most of them look like this.

Cao Cao didn't go back to the tent either, and sat beside Gu Nan in the open space in the barracks.The wound in his hand had scabbed over, and he raised his eyes to watch the clouds drifting leisurely by in the sky, with the rays of the setting sun shining like red.

As far as the eye can see, there are all connected camps and soldiers in armor coming and going.

Putting the spear on the ground, Gu Nan saw that Cao Cao was looking into the distance, and also looked along, it was boundless.

But at this time, it is not clear whether it is leisure or loneliness.

"Mr. Gu." Cao Cao said to Gu Nan.

Gu Nan turned around: "What's wrong?"

"I have some." With red clouds in his eyes, Cao Cao said, "I can't see clearly this troubled world."

When I was a teenager, I had great ambitions, thinking that one person and one horse should travel all over the world.When I was in my prime, in troubled times, I thought that one person and one sword should bring peace to the world.But now that he is almost past middle age, he can no longer see clearly the world he is in.

can not see clearly.

Gu Nan looked down at the spear she had put on the ground. She had lived for hundreds of years and had never seen it clearly.

The general trend of the world, the long-term will be united, and the long-term will be divided. Maybe this is just a loss of human nature.

Raising his eyebrows, Gu Nan patted the dust off his hands, stood up, and asked Cao Cao with a smile.

"Meng De, do you want to watch the sword dance?"

Cao Cao was taken aback, but before he could answer, Gu Nan had already pulled out Wuge and stood there.

The blade is slender and has a slight chill.As the wind moved, the sword also moved, drawing an arc.The sword light is pure white, with a bit of coolness and a bit of coldness in the white light.The person holding the sword light was as light as light, and his white clothes turned around, driving the sword light around.

The edge of the sword hummed in the wind, like a person whispering in the ear, whispering the story of this sword.But in Jianguang, there are rounds of spring, summer, autumn and winter, laughter and frolicking, and disputes on the battlefield.

But in the end, these are no longer there, only the hesitant silence and a mood that is far away.

Cao Cao was fascinated by the sight, and the sword-wielding man in white turned around, and the sword light illuminated her cheeks.When Cao Cao saw her eyes, he was as cold as Jian Guang.It seems that she is the sword in her hand, and what is narrated in the sword is her story.

A gust of wind blew in the camp, blowing the camp flag, the camp tent, the sand, and the sword light.Cao Cao's heart trembled, he didn't know whether it was the wind or his heart.

He just felt that the sword light was bleak and cold, and he said everything on his mind.

The wind stopped, the sword light did not go, and the blade returned to its sheath.The man in white held his sword and faced the sky, turned around and said with a smile.

"how?"