One day before the wedding, Lu Bu received a message from Xu Shu. His wife and Wang Yi had safely entered Bingzhou. Due to the inconvenience of communication in ancient times, Lu Bu thought of the flying pigeons that were popular in later generations. Mohist disciples were spread all over the world, which happened to cooperate with the carrier pigeons. Under Xu Shu's training, Mohist disciples mastered this advanced communication method in a few days.

After receiving the news that his wife was safe, a stone in Lu Bu's heart finally fell to the ground. He decided to go out for a walk on the street and buy some gifts for the three sisters he was going to marry tomorrow.

There was a dazzling array of goods on the street, most of which were rare things brought from the Western Regions. Lu Bu didn't know what to buy for a while. When he passed by a shop selling spices, Lu Bu was attracted by the strange fragrance. The spices used by the dancers had a similar smell, so Lu Bu decided to go into the store to find out.

As soon as the shopkeeper saw Lu Bu's attire, he knew he was not an ordinary person, so he greeted him with a smile and said, "When the distinguished guests arrive, the shop will be full of glory."

Lu Bu returned the gift, "May I ask the owner of the shop, what is it in the shop that is so fragrant and refreshing?"

The shopkeeper smiled, brought Lu Bu to the desk, pointed to a package of items, and said, "This is a spice passed down from the Dayue clan in the Western Regions. It is called rosemary. It is said that the noble women of the Dayue clan are all Applying this substance will enhance the happiness in the boudoir.”

Lu Bu suddenly realized that it was no wonder that at the banquet that day, so many ministers had sex with women from the Western Regions in public, regardless of etiquette and integrity. It turned out that the spice had played a certain role.

Lu Bu nodded and took out a bag of copper coins. "Seller, look at how many spices you can buy with this money. Pack them all for me."

The shopkeeper took the money bag, weighed it in his hand, took out a box, and began to fill it with spices. After a while, half of the box was filled. He handed the box to Lu Bu and asked if he needed to buy other items.

Lu Bu took the box, waved his hand, and walked out of the shop. Feeling a little hungry, he wanted to find a bakery and buy some Hu biscuits to fill his stomach. As he was walking, he saw a large group of people gathered around, and curiosity drove him forward. It turned out to be a divination stall, and a middle-aged man who looked like a Taoist priest was reading fortune telling.

"You lost your father in your early years, your mother in your youth, and your wife in your middle age. But things will turn around for you soon, and a fortune will soon come to you. Take advantage of it and you will have no worries for the rest of your life." The Taoist priest said to a man who looked like a businessman.

The man left the copper coins and left. As he walked, he said, "He has been correct in his past experiences. I wonder when wealth will come?"

The Taoist priest told the fortunes of several people, and they all said that they would be prosperous and that fortune would turn around. Lu Bu thought that this was nothing more than saying nice things and coaxing ignorant people, so he shook his head and decided to leave.

At this time, the Taoist priest stopped him and said, "The strong man who is over ten feet tall will stay here. Seeing your extraordinary bearing, I will give you a hexagram for free. Please sit down."

When Lu Bu heard this, he thought he would not take advantage of it, so he sat down and asked the Taoist priest to read his palm.

When the Taoist priest saw that both of Lu Bu's palms were like broken palms, he looked horrified and said, "It's strange, it's strange that both hands of a strong man are broken palms. It takes hundreds of years for a strong man to be born. If a strong man wields soldiers, he will be the god of death in the world." Bai Qi and Xiang Yu are both like this. If a strong man is in charge of government, he will be like Wang Mang, a treacherous hero in the world."

Lu Bu smiled and said, "What you said is exactly right. To be honest, sir, I am Lu Bu, the Lu Bu who killed all the Huns."

When the Taoist priest heard this, he kept wiping the cold sweat from his head. Unexpectedly, the person sitting in front of him was the world-famous Lu Bu.

Lu Bu continued, "Sir, could you please calculate Bu's future?"

The Taoist priest asked Lu Bu to write down his birth date, and after some calculations, he knelt down and kowtowed to Lu Bu.

Lu Bu quickly helped the Taoist priest up, "Why is this?"

The Taoist priest said, "This is not the place to talk. General, please follow me." After saying that, he took Lu Bu to an alley.

The Taoist priest looked around and saw no one around, and kowtowed to Lu Bu more than a dozen times. Then he said, "The general is the fate of the broken military star. A few years ago, there was a celestial phenomenon with the three limits of bamboo and Luo. The crape myrtle was dim, implying that the emperor's position was not guaranteed, and a new master would appear in the country of Han Dynasty. The general's broken palm was combined with fate. , there should be three years of dragon life, and the person the Taoist is paying homage to is the future emperor."

After Lu Bu heard that he had three years of dragon life, he was also touched. When he came to this world, he never had the idea of ​​​​being an emperor. He learned from the books of later generations that an emperor should be cultivated from an early age and must have the support of the nobles, and he was determined to wipe out the emperor. Gentlemen, if the world changes, if you become the emperor, you may have to deal with local rebellions every three days. Thinking of this, he helped the Taoist priest up and said, "Don't let a third person know what happened today, otherwise you and I will both be dead."

The Taoist priest nodded repeatedly and swore not to tell anything about what happened today, so Lu Bu let him go.

Returning to the Prime Minister's Mansion, Lu Bu called his servants and handed the spices to the three ladies. He hid in the room. Lying on the couch, he kept thinking about what the Taoist priest said today. Is the world really going to change its master? It should be a hero like Dong Zhuo, otherwise it would be Yuan Shao, the descendant of a famous family like Yuan Shu, and the unparalleled hero Cao Cao written in later generations' books, so it would never be his turn. In this life, he would be satisfied if he could destroy the barbarians in the north. As for being the master of the world, he should not consider it.

Forget it, the wedding is going to be held in the palace tomorrow. The most important thing is to have enough energy to face tomorrow's wedding. Get a good sleep. Lu Bu closed his eyes and fell asleep instantly.

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