[Comprehensive] Tibetan Sword

After Cao Cao had no choice but to agree to Guo Jia's request, Guo Jia let go of the little yellow chicken, but he didn't want the little cute chicken to leave Guo Jia at all. It walked tremblingly on its two thin legs , Standing on the stone table, trying to rub against Guo Jia's palm, Guo Jia was very interested, gave Cao Cao a playful look, and held the yellow chicken in his palm again.

Seeing this situation, Cao Cao narrowed his eyes slightly, but he didn't force the chicken to come back. He opened the jar on the stone table casually, and a strong aroma of wine came out.

Guo Jianiang's wine smells very fragrant, and looks very beautiful in color. The purple wine is like a fine ruby, and it emits a magnificent light under the sunlight. The color changes with the depth, just like the one in front of you Like people, you can't see the depth.

Cao Cao looked at Guo Jia and the little yellow chicken without any trace. It was obvious that his little chicken liked Guo Jia very much. The bird's beak touched lightly, and the intimacy made Cao Cao very unhappy.

I have never seen Mengji treat him like this.

Cao Cao lowered his eyelids. He picked up the wine jar and was about to pour the wine. On the stone table were a few dilapidated earthenware wine cups. The earth gray cups were full of holes. Cao Cao squinted his eyes slightly. He clearly remembered that when the yard was handed over to Guo Jia Not all things can be said to be the best, but they are also up to the grade.

He silently poured the wine into the dilapidated wine cup, the red wine, the earth-colored cup, and the blue table. Looking up, the young man in gray was teasing the cute yellow chicken, with a bright smile and eyes like stars.

Suddenly, the dilapidated and old colors suddenly glow with vitality, as if youth is the finishing touch, making this desolate picture completely different.

Cao Cao's eyes darkened, and he felt it was extremely dazzling. He took a sip from the wine cup as if covering up, and immediately choked on it.

"Why is it so sweet?!"

Guo Jia raised his head when he heard the words. He put the little yellow chicken on the stone table, and poured himself a glass of wine. As soon as the red wine entered his throat, a strong fragrance rose from the tip of his tongue. Guo Jia slightly closed his eyes, with an intoxicated expression on his face. .

After a while, he said contentedly, "Good wine."

"..." Cao Cao looked at the wine in the jar and said dryly, "So Feng Xiao likes sweet wine?"

He thought it was only for women.

Guo Jia chuckled, "As long as it's comfortable to drink, it's good wine."

After finishing speaking, he began to drink one cup after another. The little yellow chicken in his hand also flapped its wings and stuck its head into the wine glass, pecking from time to time.

Guo Jia was amused, "My lord's yellow chicken is really extraordinary."

This sentence was bounced off Cao Cao's face three inches away. Cao Cao said calmly, "That's what I raised well." .”

The implication is that my little yellow chicken can take good care of me, so adding you will definitely not have a problem.

"It's just that Fengxiao should not be too curious."

——The premise is that you have to be good.

Guo Jia immediately nodded when he heard the words, "Don't worry, my lord, Jia is very knowledgeable about current affairs."

The young man stared wide-eyed, his dark pupils were like a little cute chicken, dark, pure and quiet, when he looked at Cao Cao like this, Cao Cao’s unhappiness dissipated before he knew it, and he sighed helplessly, "Feng Xiao, I hope so."

The young man immediately smiled when he heard the words, Cao Cao looked at the young man, "Speaking of which, how old is Feng Xiao?"

Guo Jia raised his eyebrows, "Jia is twenty-four this year."

Cao Cao was taken aback for a moment, and to be honest, he really didn't think so from his face.

He tentatively asked, "Then Feng Xiao has already married a wife?"

Guo Jia's eyes flickered slightly, "Jia lost her father when she was young, and there is no brother, only one person left, and no one to preside over the marriage."

In addition, Guo Jia has a weird personality and doesn't want to get along with vulgar people, which leads to his low reputation. In this way, no one is willing to marry his daughter to him.

Cao Cao couldn't help but glanced at the desolate yard when he heard the words. No wonder, single men always procrastinate.

"The ancients said that there are three types of unfilial piety, and having no offspring is the greatest. Don't you plan to marry a wife if you are filial piety?"

Guo Jia said calmly, "The world is still uncertain, why should we call ourselves home? Jia alone came here simply and readily."

It's refreshing, if you don't want to do it anymore, just slap your ass and leave the fastest.

——It’s like he dumped Yuan Shao before==

The corner of Cao Cao's mouth twitched, this reason is not a reason at all.

He played with the wine cup in his hand, and suddenly said, "Speaking of which, although the crisis in this trip to Xuzhou is not serious, there are still some. I wonder how Fengxiao's six arts are?"

The six arts of a gentleman do not refer to qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, but to ritual, music, archery, imperialism, calligraphy, and mathematics. Cao Cao is not worried about the country's rituals, music, calligraphy, and arithmetic, but only worries about archery and imperialism.

Yu refers to the driving skills. Cao Cao and Guo Jia are on the road. Cao Cao can ride a horse every day, but Guo Jia can't. His thin body is stunned by the horse, and he probably collapsed immediately.

Even if the two of them drive a carriage, is it necessary for him, the master, to drive and Guo Jia to sleep in it?

Well, for the sake of Guo Jia being Niucha's adviser, I stepped back ten thousand steps and said that he, Cao Cao, drove Guo Jia himself, so what about shooting?

Even if Guo Jia could not draw the bow, at least he could pretend to be that sword!

In case the two separated for some reason, and Guo Jia, a literati, was attacked and had an accident, then Cao Cao would have to cry to death! ?

So to be cautious, Cao Cao decided to find out Guo Jia's level before departure. If it is too low, he has reason to refuse Guo Jia's follow, isn't it~

But he didn't want to, Guo Jia said very complacently, "Jia has studied the books of sages and sages since childhood. Although he dare not compare himself to a gentleman, he is also learning the six arts every day. He dare not neglect, my lord, don't worry!"

Cao Cao looked at Guo Jia suspiciously. His movement of looking up and down was so obvious that Guo Jia jumped.

"My lord, if you don't believe me, give it a try!"

Cao Cao thought for a while, "If you encounter an enemy, can Feng Xiao have the power to protect himself?"

Guo Jia immediately threw the cup in his hand aside, rushed into his bedroom, and took out a three-foot long sword.

Cao Cao's heart was pounding, he swallowed unconsciously, and looked at Guo Jia very eagerly.

Guo Jia said proudly, "When I was avoiding the war in the mountains and forests near Yingchuan, Zhongde and his son (Cheng Yu) taught me for a long time!"

Cao Cao's heart was half cold.

Guo Jia pinned the long sword to his waist, and then pulled it out with a bang. The long sword is very ordinary, with sharp sides and a flat middle. Guo Jia lightly brushed the blade of the long sword, and then said boldly, "My lord, can you Want to fight?"

Cao Cao only glanced at Guo Jia, and his heart was completely cold.

Guo Jia's standing posture is basically an outsider's posture. If you want to draw your sword like this in a fight, you will just wait for death.

He let out a deep, deep sigh.

Guo Jia was immediately dissatisfied, "My lord, at least Jia can pass fifteen tricks from Master Zhongde!"

In order not to hurt himself, the bully strategist, Cao Cao stood up slowly, without pulling out his saber, but randomly pulled a dead branch in the yard full of weeds, "Come on!"

Guo Jia was taken aback, a gleam flashed in his eyes, "Please advise."

Two hours later, Guo Jia, who was covered in hair, was lying on the ground, panting from exhaustion.

Cao Cao threw away the dead branches, and looked at Guo Jia with complicated eyes, "Fengxiao needs more practice!"

After Guo Jia heard this, he closed his eyes and opened them again the next second. His black eyes were full of fighting spirit, "Come again!"

Cao Cao shook his head, "If you come again, your body won't be able to take it anymore."

Guo Jia ignored Cao Cao, he sat up with difficulty, supported himself with his sword, and stood up hard.

Cao Cao narrowed his eyes slightly, this unyielding momentum and fighting spirit... so familiar.

It's just that Ye Shizhou's swordsmanship is definitely not that bad.

Guo Jia didn't think too much about it, the more he fought Cao Cao, the more distinct the roar in his heart became.

This level... this level of competition...how could he lose?

How can he lose?

Seeing this scene, Cao Cao suddenly felt unstoppable pain.

In my memory, he is also like Guo Jia, who will never fall down, always full of longing for life, never give up, never give up.

I don't remember what it was like to meet Ye Shizhou for the first time. It seems that Ye Shizhou's figure had walked into his gaming career before he knew it, and then walked into his life, into his life In my heart, I can't erase it, I can't wave it away.

From the occasional help battle, to the weekly big attack and defense, small skill defense, and then to the daily big fight every day, he tried his best to beat around the bush, just to see him through the screen.

Very bitter, but also very sweet.

If you don't want to see each other, you don't have to fall in love.

After a hundred years of playing games, Bian Liu Zhiqiu can no longer tell whether he regrets or is glad that in this life, in this life, he met a person, and tossed and turned for him, weeping and missing him.

Death and life are broad, and Zicheng said.

He could say this sentence to him openly, but he never found a chance for the second half of the sentence.

Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son.

But now, he no longer prayed for such an opportunity.

His wish returned to the past.

This time, it's not for knowing each other and loving each other for a lifetime, but just to see Qing's face again.

This life is enough.