Mixed in the Three Kingdoms as a magic stick

Lu Bu hurried to the gate of the camp absent-mindedly, glanced away, his brows twitched, and he couldn't help but clicked his tongue: "Good guy, there are quite a few people."

At present, there are only three capable generals under the lord's command: He, Zhang Liao, and Gao Shun.Among them, both he and Gao Shun came with bare hands. At first, the source of soldiers came from the poor 1000 recruited by Zhang Liao from other places, and then more than 2000 available from the imperial court. Be a little more generous, and really have the prestige and airs of a general.

Although the group of people in front of them is poorly dressed and their weapons are old and new, it seems very funny, but if you look closely, you can see some tricks.

The queue is neat and the face is calm. It is obvious that they have fought many real battles and seen some scenes.

But this soldier was particular about whether there were too many or too few, and he was divided into several teams according to the types of soldiers. The generals in the front of the team all had sharp eyes and extraordinary physique, and they looked at him openly and squarely.

Lu Budun felt unhappy, narrowed his eyes slightly, and made up his mind at once.

The leader was originally leaning on the side of a carriage, talking to the people inside. At this time, he saw a general dressed up and came out. See--"

Lu Bu's face was paralyzed, and he looked at him from head to toe several times calmly.

It is dignified.

He waved his hand, and said impatiently: "Stills, seals, letters of appointment from the imperial court, you didn't bring any of them?"

After being interrupted in his self-report, Sun Jian was slightly unaware, but he had no choice but to bear with it, and simply explained: "When crossing the river, I had a fight with a group of water bandits, and a boat was burned, and those things were on top of it. Once the ship sank, it disappeared.”

Lu Bu wrinkled his nose, glanced at him indifferently, curled his lips full of disdain, and said, "There is no evidence for what you say. Can you keep nothing?"

Sun Jian was annoyed by his contemptuous attitude, so he replied rather bachelorly: "I can't get any other evidence for now, but Jian was once the prefect of Changsha. You only need to write a letter to Wang Jingzhou to find out."

"Oh?"

Lu Bu stood lazily with his hands folded, slightly lifted his thin lips, and said coolly: "Joke! If you want to be so bluffing and cheating all day long, you have to bother my lord to send someone to write a letter one by one to find out. I have no time to do business. ?”

Sun Jian was suddenly pointed at and scolded by Huai, his face turned blue and white, and finally turned red.

He couldn't tell right now that the other party wasn't really questioning his identity at all, but was deliberately making things difficult and provoking him from the beginning to the end.

Sun Jian couldn't bear the violent temper that had been suppressed all this time: "What is going to happen in Yan Yuzhou, it's not yet the turn of an unknown person to comment! Don't talk nonsense, what do you want to tell me about it!"

"General Sun!"

At any rate, he was new here, seeing him furious and about to tear himself apart from the general, the generals lined up behind him couldn't help but hurried forward and whispered a few words of persuasion.

Sun Jian was so angry that he couldn't listen to half a word, and still glared at Lu Bu angrily.

Lu Bu was carelessly pinching the knuckles of both hands, and the fingers made a clicking sound.

After finally waiting for the words he wanted, he immediately grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

The specifics of the new official position have not yet been decided. The former Changsha prefect dared not even say hello, and brought his own people to take up the post. Because of this, he delayed for so long and asked the lord to wait.

Look at this arrogance, the big airs you put on, why don't you give him a slap in the face, and then you won't be able to go to heaven?

"readily!"

Lu Bu suddenly changed his hand gestures, from grinding fists to clapping palms.

He turned his face like turning over a book, which made Sun Jian and his party vigilant.

Lu Bu suppressed the sarcasm just now, became a little more serious, and said indifferently: "It's better to see the truth if you talk a lot. Sun Wentai, who is urging the fourth invitation, also knows that he is more or less capable of fighting. As for whether you have that ability—"

Sun Jian's face was gloomy, and he resolutely stepped forward with the ancient ingot knife, and said knowingly: "In short, if you want to defeat you, you will pass it on?!"

Lu Bu glanced at Sun Jian, quickly evaluated his strength, and after knowing it, he said proudly: "Win? As long as you can walk a hundred times under my halberd, I will personally lead you there!"

As far as Sun Jian is concerned, not to mention that he is anxious to see Yan Sikong, even if he has nothing to gain, he can openly look at this eye who is much younger than himself (Sun Jian is six years older than Lu Bu), and speak rudely If you beat that bastard, you can only make money.

Sun Jian said without hesitation: "Okay!"

Yan Qing still doesn't know at this moment that his loyal guards have ruthlessly shut out the Jiangdong tiger family he has been looking forward to mercilessly, causing them to have no choice but to go to the barracks stationed in the outskirts of the city Taking a chance, indirectly led to a battle between the two tigers.

Coincidentally, he was originally discussing the political situation in Luoyang with Guo Jia, and how to recruit soldiers, hoard food and grass, and be ready to fight at any time, but the topic unknowingly turned to Sun Jian.

Because there was no one else present, only the chief staff member in his account was there, and he had a little heart-to-heart talk with him just now, so when Yan Qing spoke, he unknowingly brought some directness and casualness: "Sun Wentai said that he is Sun Wu descendants, don’t know if it’s true or not?”

Guo Jia said leisurely: "If he can establish some achievements in the future, the false will become true; if he does nothing, then even the true will become false."

Anyway, after getting along for so long, he couldn't see that the more Guo Jia went around, the more it meant that the other party didn't know, but he didn't like to admit it because of face.

Yan Qing squinted at him, shrugged and said, "Just curious."

Guo Jia raised his eyebrows, thought about it seriously, and said: "Sun Wuzi used to serve the king of Wu, he was very active in the area of ​​Wu, and he was buried here in the end. If there is blood left around Wu County, it makes sense (Sun Jian from Wu County)."

Yan Qing nodded, and said cheerfully, "It's always closer than Cao Can, Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty recognized by Cao Mengde."

It is often possible to recognize them hundreds of miles apart—anyway, no one knows whether the ancestor moved or not.

"Cao Mengde?" Guo Jia was puzzled, and it took him a long time to realize: "But the empress Cao Teng, the regular attendant?"

Yan Qing said: "Exactly."

At the moment, Cao Cao’s reputation is not obvious. Although he intends to do practical things, but the political situation is like this. In the eyes of most people, this little cynic who is full of blood and offends people everywhere is just a rich, powerful and well-connected father who makes a mess. It's just the second generation ancestor.

Guo Jia didn't know much about Cao Cao, nor liked him, so he just smiled and said, "My lord, why don't you follow suit?"

Yan Qing was taken aback: "Me?"

Guo Jia nodded: "Why not?"

Before Guo Jia took the initiative to remind her, Yan Qing really hadn't thought about it in this direction.

— that's a good idea.

Yan Qing thought about it for a while, and thought: it just so happened that it was a good time.

If he wanted to do it, with his current fame and influence, the resistance would probably be minimal.

After all, although he is young at present, he can be said to be successful and famous: he is ranked among the three princes, he is granted the title of marquis, and he is divided into one side.

Even if they don't do anything in the future, just relying on the brilliant record of rescuing people outside the palace, retiring directors in the suburbs of Beijing, and defeating the Yellow Turbans with outnumbered enemies, it is already a level that most people will not be able to achieve in their entire lives.

With such a status and fame, even if a very famous ancestor pops up suddenly, he will still be a 'brilliant ancestor', not just pure glory.

Most people think that it should be taken for granted, and Xin Daoju really does.

Since she has the appearance of a dragon and a phoenix, she must be from a famous family, how can she entrust her to the humble dust?

Especially compared with the eagerness of those fledgling boys who are still unknown and eager to add some light to their lackluster lives, the credibility of Yan Qing's move will be even higher.

Guo Jia has been sizing him up carefully, now the corners of his lips are raised, and a flash of understanding flashes across his eyes.

Even if his lord has not said a word for a while, it is not difficult for Guo Jia to see his intentions and tendencies.

Guo Jia didn't bother to ask any more questions, so he just smiled and said, "Since the lord has no objection, Jia ordered people to do it."

Yan Qing nodded, and said frankly: "I don't know anything about this, you need to pay more attention. But don't worry, safety is the most important thing."

Although it is unavoidably shameless to adopt such an approach, it is not a pioneer at all, and it is even tacit and commonplace.

Since it is possible to use an easier method to reap the benefits without harming the interests of the majority... then why not do it?

Yan Qing inherently has a fairy skin that doesn't eat the fireworks of the world, but he is very pragmatic in his bones, so he can't avoid the vulgar, and he doesn't mind taking shortcuts at all.

It's a pity that among those with the surname Yan, there are not many people who have made a name for themselves, and it is difficult to take advantage of it.

Guo Jia said: "That's natural. Dreams are different and auspicious, and we can also make up a series."

"That's not necessary, I can make a few by myself." Yan Qing thought for a while, and then said: "Don't be Yan Ji, I don't want to have anything to do with Kong Rong."

Yan Ji is a disciple of Confucius (one of the 72 sages). If you want to recognize this ancestor, if you meet Kong Rong in the future, won't you have to be short because of the fact that your ancestor has received a teacher's kindness?

Guo Jia snorted and laughed: "Understood, is there anything else I want to tell you?"

Yan Qing had no choice but to say, "Is it because you think I'm long-winded? It's just that you are doing things, so I can rest assured, now go—"

Before he finished speaking, the door was knocked suddenly, followed by Gao Shun's steady voice: "Master."

Yan Qing was slightly surprised: "Fu Yi? Come in."

Gao Shun opened the door, walked up to Yan Qing, saluted, and said in an orderly manner: "According to the report of the city gate guards, there are hundreds of soldiers waiting outside the city. However, they failed to produce the talisman, seal or appointment letter. For fear of fraud, they were not allowed to enter, but they were transferred directly to the barracks. Wen Yuan would like to invite you to go."

Yan Qing: "..."

This means Sun Jian, Sun Jian will be there soon.

When Yan Qing rushed to the barracks under the escort of Gao Shun, he was surprised to see that there was no one at the door.

"Should have gone in."

Gao Shun explained, Yan Qing nodded.

As a result, before we even got to the school grounds, we could see from a distance that it was bustling with people, surrounded by a large circle of people, and it was completely blocked.

Of the [-] soldiers, probably [-]% are here.

Yan Qing frowned, puzzled and asked: "What's going on?"

Not only did the soldiers in the camp make such a fuss, but the lord just happened to see it. As one of the highest officials, Gao Shun couldn't believe it.

His complexion darkened in an instant, his brows furrowed, and he shouted loudly, "Discreet and undisciplined, with no military discipline!"

The horoscope was so loud that the soldiers who were still in high spirits just now, poking their heads and looking at it with relish, felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, and they were completely paralyzed as if they had been beaten by frost water.

Gao Shun finally realized that only the group of people in the outer circle who could hear him spoke, while the people in the inner circle seemed unaware of his arrival and remained the same at the moment.

Veins popped up on his forehead, and after apologizing to Yan Qing in a low voice, he walked over angrily, mentioned the person with the highest official position, and severely reprimanded him in public.

"It's really outrageous!!!"

Gao Shun was always strict with others, and even more strict with himself. Except for the occasional confrontation with his peers or superior officials, he basically never relaxed on the surface.

Therefore, although the soldiers were afraid of Lu Bu's unpredictable temperament and strong martial arts, they were actually most afraid of his majesty.

Had Zhang Liao shouted like this, he might have been a little bolder, daring to scatter on the spot.

But this was Gao Shun, so he dared to be punished honestly—if he ran away, the sharp-eyed Gao Shun would remember, and he would be pulled out and peeled off in a short while.

Gao Shun asked sharply, "Where is Zhang Wenyuan?!"

The soldiers looked at each other in blank dismay, but the man who had slipped out had to bite the bullet and replied, "Go back to General, General Zhang should be at the very end."

Gao Shun: "..."

No wonder General Lu always said that Zhang Wenyuan was not prudent, and that it was fine to fight with his subordinates on weekdays, but now he knows that the lord is coming, and he is still booing along with him!

Gao Shun cursed secretly, and ordered his soldiers to forcefully push away the people who surrounded the inner three floors and the outer three floors, so that he could see clearly what was inside.

Now Gao Shun's face was completely black as ink, and Yan Qing couldn't laugh or cry.

Don't look at the many people around here, shouting loudly, but spontaneously vacating a large area.

Inside is a fierce battle between two flying horses, a tall and straight hero, a strong and strong soldier, flying swords and swords, and echoing the clang of gold and arms.

They are fighting fiercely, as if they are evenly matched and evenly matched.

Yan Qing's eyes instinctively fell on one of them.

The sun was setting, and the afterglow was long, pouring on the unparalleled statue of the God of War.

Fang Tian's painted halberd, which is one foot two long and weighs forty catties, can be swung by him with ease, as light as nothing.

Danfeng's eyes are clear and white, shining brightly; a pair of sword eyebrows fly into the temples slantingly; the honey skin is covered with cold sweat; the face is heroic.

Exactly, the body is hung with a red brocade robe, a golden scale armor with an animal face, a lion belt around the waist, a golden unicorn bow hanging on the back, a painted halberd shining brightly in the autumn water, and a red rabbit's hoof jumping under the crotch, showing the hero's publicity.

At this moment, Lu Bu, who had nothing else to do, didn't know that his master was staring at him non-stop, and was worrying about something else.

This person surnamed Sun was actually much stronger than expected, and so difficult to deal with. He went back and forth for more than 80 times, and he didn't show any sign of defeat.

And that big talk has already been put to the front... If he was really asked to survive a hundred times, wouldn't he lose his face?