New Story of Lv Bu

The world is gloomy, the heavy rain is like a basin, and the howling wind is mixed with cold raindrops, hitting people, like being struck by lightning, and it is hot and painful. It is only the beginning of February, and the season is at best the beginning of spring. In Yanzhou, it is covered with snow and mountains before it rains. This pouring rain is really strange. Could it be that God is really angry?

Cao Cao was wearing a heavy quilt, holding a long spear in his right hand as a crutch, standing quietly in front of the gate of the prefectural palace, silently watching all this in front of him. The heavy rain washed away the thick blood on the square in front of the Prefect’s Mansion, and hundreds of scholars and scholars who were shot still remained the same as they were before they died. Arm in arm, they raised their eyes to the sky, not stunned. In the pouring rain like a basin, their hands were still entangled with each other, embracing each other like the branches of a thousand-year-old tree.

At this moment, Cao Cao's heart was messy and irritable. There was a thick murderous intent in his heart, mixed with **** hatred, moving around between the internal organs. To be honest, in this **** scene before him, even Cao Mengde, who has experienced many battles and has a hard-hearted heart, felt extremely horrified. Are these Yanzhou native Confucian scholars, are they blinded by lard? Would you rather go to death with your own body and be generous, but also maintain the "righteousness" of the Rao Shizi? This is really unexpected!

Looking at the appearance of the sky, could it be that this person really killed him by mistake? Ugh! Cao Cao sighed heavily and slowly closed his eyes. Yuan Rang is a fierce general of the first class, but doing such delicate and dirty work seems much rougher and rusty. It doesn't look like Feng Xiao, leaving no trace at all. Fengxiao, Fengxiao, if you were by my side at this time, it would definitely not be like this! Ugh! It was my anger and oversight that led to this situation! How does it end up now?

Thinking of this, Cao Cao calmed down, looking at the thousands of people standing around in the pouring rain, while thinking about his thoughts in his heart. Who knew that Bian Rang's death caused such a strong response? The anger brought by the three tribes from the extinction of the border, coupled with the warning from the sky, has already made the Yanzhou aristocratic family out of anger. At this moment, absolutely can't take a step back, absolutely not!

However, I Cao Cao is not a person who is timid and fearful of things. Since the long sword has already come out of its body, I will never take the sword into its scabbard before the accomplishment is complete! Would rather I take the world's people, not let the world's people take me! I Cao Cao is the world, and the world is me Cao Cao! Even if the sky is dim and dark, even if the flood is overwhelming, I Cao Cao is only a single rider, and I have to cut through the sky!

While Cao Cao was standing in the heavy rain, thinking hard about how to break the situation, he could only hear a horse hiss in the heavy rain, and a white horse riding in the distance rushed through the rain curtain. The knight on the horse wears boots on one foot, but the other is bare. He has only one straight draped on his body, and his body has long been drenched by the pouring rain. In the thunder and lightning, this person is as mighty as a god.

"Where is Boon Lai? Where is Boon Lai? Where is Boon Lai?" In an instant, this person rode up to the square alone, and immediately rolled down the horse like a knight, with blood-red eyes open, and stumbled in the square. Looking around on it. Cao Jun, who was collecting his body in the rain, quickly dodged around. Those who were unfortunately hit by him couldn't help being knocked back several steps with a strong force. Finally, he found Bian Rang's body and Bian Rang's head. He carefully placed Bian Rang's head on his neck and tried several times without success. He finally gave up and cried loudly while holding Bian Rang's head.

At this moment, there was another ride on the waves, splashing waves of rain, and immediately the knight wore a sash with a sword at his waist, and under his crotch was a very handsome yellow horse, as if he was in a happy mood. Huanglong like clouds and rain. The yellow horse was extremely fast, and in a flash, he reached the previous person, and immediately the knight flew off the horse and landed heavily on the ground, splashing a curtain of rain.

"Wen Li, Wen Li! I didn't expect you to become a idiot! Your smile and bohemian voice yesterday still appear in front of my eyes! Who knows, I am late for a while, you and I will be separated forever! Heaven! Houtu! You raised thousands of stones for the Yanzhou army so that Cao Jun would not starve to death, but it was not worth the slander of a villain! Wen Li! I thought Zhang Miao was worthless. If I knew today, why bother? No matter what, Cao Mengde, Cao, let his army starve to death as much as possible!"

Zhang Miao hugged Bian Rang's head, crying freely in the downpour. He looked like he was talking to an old friend who had been reunited for a long time. From astronomy and geography to trivial skin, when the wine is hot, everything in the world can be used for wine. Looking at the fallen leaves and sorrowful autumn, watching the spring rain with magnificence, it's a pity that now the two are separated and can't meet again!

"Meng Zhuo! Wen Li is dead. What is the sorrow? The only way to do this now is to find a place with good feng shui and bury all of his family, and then find the villains who are begging for glory! "Just as Zhang Miao was extremely sad, a cold voice rang in his ears. In that voice, there was endless compassion and endless displacement, as if a thunder had passed.

"Gongtai, you are right! You are right! You and I have a friendship with Wen Li, life can't be happy, death should be a swig!" Hearing Chen Gong's words, Zhang Miao immediately stood up from the ground . He was holding Bian Ran's head in one hand and Bian Ran's body with the other, and two cold rays of light radiated from his eyes. In the bitter wind and rain, he stretched his hand over his horse and placed Bian Rang's body on the horse.

At this time, Zhang Miao and Chen Gong's Congren also rushed in the rain. Everyone jumped off their horses and placed the corpses and heads of the Bian Rang tribe on their horses. The heavy rain hit the ground like a puff, splashing a puff of rain and mist, hitting people's faces, as if they were blown by the freezing cold wind, causing pain. But everyone didn't realize it, just like cast iron, letting the heavy rain wet their heads and faces, and their bodies. "Let's go! Wen Li! Come with me and the office to drink!" Zhang Miao took Bian Rang's head in his arms and strode forward.

Xiahoudun rode on a horse and stepped forward to block him. Before he came to the front, he could only hear Zhang Miao shout: "Duh! Xiahou Yuanrang! Today, if you want to stop me, Zhang Miao will definitely look like death. Fight!" Before the words came to an end, Zhang Miao screamed and pressed the tension spring of the sword around his waist. Half of the Qingfeng was like a flash of lightning, shaking Xiahou Dun's face and body with white light.

Looking at the other side, Chen Gong said nothing, his right hand was already in his hand with a sword in his hand, as long as there was a slight change in Xiahou Dun, he would come forward and fight! Both Zhang Miao and Chen Gong were born as knights, and their skills were very good. Zhang Miao's swordsmanship was very open and powerful, and he was quite the leader of the big brother. Chen Gong's swordsmanship is just like his people, cold and vicious, once he takes action, he will live and die.

Seeing that Zhang Miao and Chen Gong were furious and they were about to fight to death, Xiahou Dun couldn't help but feel a little frightened. He also knows a little about the swordsmanship of these two people. If he shoots with all his strength, he may not be able to retreat completely. While he was hesitating, he could only hear a shout from Cao Cao, who was standing with a gun in the distance. "Yuan Rang, the deceased is the biggest, let them go!" Cao Cao said with a flustered expression and waved his hand.

"No!" Xiahou Dun quickly replied, then stepped back. Zhang Miao returned the sword to its sheath with only a mantis cry. On the other side, Chen Gong was still standing with the sword. "Meng De, today, you killed the three tribes of Bian Rang and made a big mistake! Even if you cast the iron of Kyushu, it cannot be saved. Besides, there are hundreds of lives of Yanzhou Confucian scholars, you, Do it for yourself!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he arched his hands slightly, held the horse in one hand, and held the head of BianRang in the other, and strode away. Behind him, Xu Shu turned around and looked at Cao Cao. "Cao Yanzhou, what you do today has already hurt the hearts of the Yanzhou family. I am afraid that from now on, this Yanzhou will never have the surname Cao again! You and I are old friends, and I will give you a word when parting. , Go east to Xuzhou right away! After you go east, never look back. When you look back, this Yanzhou will definitely be flooded and vast!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Gong walked with swords and sang an ancient ballad. His voice was so desolate and tragic that people couldn't bear to listen.

"A tragic song can be weeping, and a distant view can be angelica. I miss my hometown and feel depressed.

No one wants to return home, no boat to cross the river. The mind can't speak, the wheels in the intestines turn.

The autumn wind is sorrowful and sorrowful. Who is in this room, who is not worried?

Makes me white head. How can the trees be repaired if there is too much wind on the ground.

Farther away from home, the belt is slowing down. The mind can't speak, the wheels in the intestines turn. "

At the beginning, it was only Chen Gong who sang ahead by himself. After a few steps, Zhang Miao's desolate and powerful voice joined in, adding a bit of generosity to this ancient song. Immediately afterwards, there were a few, dozens, and Zhang Miao and Chen Gong's entourage all sang in harmony with the rhythm. The passionate voice, the cold and sharp voice, and an ancient song, all the vicissitudes of the world.

"Legend: After the rain stops, immediately attack Xuzhou, if you fail to succeed, you will become benevolent!" Cao Cao finally made up his mind with a cold face.

At this moment, Cao Cao's ear suddenly sounded while making the teasing cold voice. "The next move is to kill Bian Rang and the Yanzhou family, do your best to attack Tao Gongzu! If you don't succeed, you will become benevolent!" Hey! Time is also fate! Unexpectedly, the joke that Bian Rang made before his death turned out to be true! Today, Bian Rang has been wiped out by the three tribes. If he kills the Yanzhou aristocratic family again, I am afraid that he will be stuck in the quagmire of Yanzhou and can no longer pull his feet out. That being said, let's really make a mistake here!