The Rebirth of Lu Bu in the Legend of the Heroes of the Later Han Dynasty

It was just dawn and the rooster had just crowed once. Lu Bu was already active in the courtyard of the post house.

He first played a set of Lu's Changquan, which was derived from the Taizu Changquan created by Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin. Lu Bu was lucky enough to learn some from the books of later generations. He combined it with the fighting skills he had learned before and learned from each other's strengths, thus creating this set of boxing techniques. It was then extended to the Bingzhou Army, and those above the rank of corps commander must be proficient in this set of boxing techniques.

Lu Bu was fighting fiercely, every punch was full of force, and every kick was three points into the ground. In less than a stick of incense, a set of ninety-nine and eighty-one styles of Lu's long fist had been completed. "Come out, I know you have been peeking there for a long time." Lu Bu said.

A person flashed out from behind the pillar. It turned out to be Wei Muyong. He smiled and touched his head, "The general has eyes in all directions and ears in all directions. The general knew that I was here without even making a sound. I admire you."

"As long as you are still breathing, I can detect your presence within fifty steps." Lu Bu glanced at Wei Muyong.

Wei Muyong admired Lu Bu from the bottom of his heart. How difficult it was for him to stand out from tens of thousands of recruits and become Lu Bu's personal soldiers together with his brother Wei Xijun! He was considered a first-class warrior in his hometown, but in front of Lu Bu, he felt that he could not catch any of his moves.

Lu Bu asked Wei Muyong to give Lu a long punch and personally coached him on his shortcomings. By this time the rooster had crowed three times and it was daybreak. Lu Bu went to the kitchen to make breakfast and was going to take it back to the room to eat together when Yan Danchen woke up.

Just as he was about to go upstairs, he saw a familiar figure.

"Brother Fengxian, I haven't seen you for many years, but my style is still the same." Li Su greeted Lu Bu.

"Brother Su, why are you here? Could it be that Prime Minister Dong wants to see me for something?" Lu Bu asked.

"No, that's not true. Prime Minister Dong is now living in seclusion in the palace. All major affairs are handled by Li Ru and the generals of Xiliang. I am not reused. I want to join the state army and serve Brother Feng. I don't know if I can be allowed." Li Su A look of helplessness.

Lu Bu was worried that Li Su was here to test him, so he said, "Brother Su is a great talent, but the temple in Bingzhou is small. I'm afraid it won't be able to accommodate a giant Buddha like you. Prime Minister Dong controls Sili, Guanzhong and Liangzhou and is the overlord of the world. It will definitely be useful." When it comes time to meet Brother Su, Brother Su still needs to wait for the opportunity."

"Brother Fengxian, actually I have something to ask you for help." Li Su hesitated.

"I, the son of Bingzhou, have something to say. Could it be that Brother Su has been away from home for a long time and his temperament has changed? If you have anything to do, just say it." Lu Bu saw Li Su hesitating and asked him to speak directly.

"Recently is the annual Luoyang Poetry Fair. Celebrities from all over the world will gather at the Juxian Pavilion in Luoyang City. Prime Minister Dong also wants to send people from the army to participate this year. You also know that the people of Xiliang only know how to fight. How can they know how to be elegant? Li In order to exclude me, that villain Ru recommended to Prime Minister Dong that I should attend on behalf of the Xiliang Army. I was also in a dilemma. Yesterday I heard that Brother Feng went to the Prime Minister's Mansion to pay homage to Prime Minister Dong. At that time, my brother's song "Man Jiang Hong" spread all over the world, and I was ashamed of it. It's still not snowing yet. Even the world is always talking about when the subject's hatred will be gone. So today I would like to ask my late brother Feng to attend on my behalf. Please accept my bow." After saying that, Li Su knelt down to Lu Bu.

"Brother Su, please get up quickly. It's just a small matter. I'll go with you after my wife and I have finished our meal. Please wait for a while." After that, he went upstairs.

Pushing open the door, Yan Danchen had finished washing up. Lu Bu put down the food, held Yan Danchen in his arms, and fed her one bite at a time. In this way, a simple breakfast lasted for most of an hour. Lu Bu was worried about keeping Li Su waiting for a long time, so he asked Yan Danchen to rest in the room while he went out to do errands and would accompany her when he came back. Before leaving, Lu Bu ordered Wei Muyong to keep his wife safe, then got into the carriage and rushed to Juxian Pavilion with Li Su.

On the way, Lu Bu asked Li Su about the background of the celebrities who participated in the Luoyang Poetry Society, while recalling in his mind the Tang poetry and Song lyrics he learned in later generations. Fortunately, he was a scholar in later generations and had a photographic memory. He believed in his knowledge. The reserves are enough to cope with this poetry meeting.

After half an hour, the carriage finally stopped outside the Juxian Pavilion. Lu Bu got out of the carriage neatly and neatly. Li Su was so impressed that he stepped on the ladder and got off the carriage, and the two of them walked into the pavilion one after another.

At this time, a group of people had gathered, all wearing silk and satin, and the scent from the sachets could be smelled within a hundred steps.

"Is this the upper class?" Lu Bu shook his head with a smile and looked around. Except for the soldiers guarding the door, the people inside were all unarmed scholars. A group of people gathered in the center of the hall. Lu Bu curiously walked over to take a look. . With his height of one foot, he stood out among the crowd, and he could easily see what was going on in the crowd.

I saw that a man had just finished writing a poem, and everyone around him was praising it. Lu Bu took a look at it and saw that the content was probably about lotus. There were about a hundred words in the whole article, and the word "lotus" about lotus accounted for one-third. He couldn't help but Said: "There are a hundred words, but I only need four sentences."

"Who utters such arrogance?" The man who wrote the poem saw that his masterpiece was being questioned, so he dropped the manuscript and walked straight to Lu Bu.

Lu Bu lowered his head and looked at the man in front of him who was less than seven feet tall. Although he was elegant and luxurious, he could not hide the pathology in his bones. He was also a drunk and lascivious person who harmed his body. Lu Bu had seen many drunken and lascivious people in his later generations. With this look, he looked down on this kind of people from the bottom of his heart.

"Look carefully, I will only write it once." Lu Bu picked up the pen and started running on the flawless white paper. In a moment, the song "Little Pond" appeared on the paper.

The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the water is clear and soft under the shade of the tree. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.

The people around were watching and reading, and couldn't help but clapped their hands and applauded. Seeing that no one paid attention to him, the man who looked like a young master was furious, "I am Wei Zhongdao, Hedong. Three generations of my family have been great Confucians. You, a common man in the village, are still trying to do whatever you want. You haven’t even reported your name yet!”

When Lu Bu heard the three words Wei Zhongdao, his mind immediately filtered through the books and documents seen by later generations. Isn't this man Cai Wenji's husband? A short-lived ghost, Cai Wenji was left a widow less than a year after getting married, and finally the beautiful woman was exiled to the Huns. I always feel sad when I read this. I will never let such a thing happen in this life.

Thinking of this, Lu Bu glared at Wei Zhongdao, "Listen carefully, I will only say it once, Bingzhou Lu Bu is me."

"So this is Lu Bu, the general of Zhenbei. He is the author of The Red River. He is really extraordinary when we see him today." The surrounding literati were talking about it. After all, Lu Bu's Red River has spread all over the world. After reading it, countless literati felt inspired and wrote to join the army. It's really more effective than a military conscription order.

Lu Bu waved his hands to everyone, suggesting that they calm down, "Everyone, be quiet and listen to me. Bun is a common man. He was born in the army and has a little knowledge of literature. Today, he is doing his homework in front of the world's talented people. It is really unintentional. Please don't do it." Strange."

"Lu Bu, if you have the ability, write a poem within a stick of incense, and I will obey you." Wei Zhongdao looked at Lu Bu fiercely. He must regain his face today.

"Without a stick of incense, I take four steps forward. Each step contains a poem, and it can be completed within four steps." After saying this, Lu Bu stepped forward with his left foot and blurted out a four-character poem that will be passed down to future generations.

The bright moon of the Qing Dynasty and the Pass of the Han Dynasty,

The long march of thousands of miles has not yet been returned,

But so that Dragon City Fei will be there,

Don't teach Huma to ride Yinshan!

Everyone in the audience applauded!