Museum of Demons

Yuan stayed in the grass cottage in Nanyang.

Zhuge Jun, who is still young, has always stayed here.

Xu Shu and Zhuge have both left, and occasionally they will come here to see. Only Pang Tong and Pang De are the only ones. Yuan relies on his own spells, as well as Pang De and Mr. Shui Jing's channels, to pay attention to what is happening outside, knowing After Cao Mengde is majestic and majestic, he has commanded the north.

While Liu Biao died of illness, Liu Cong succeeded to the throne.

Liu Zong was not as good as his father, and he surrendered directly.

Liu Xuande, who was in the army outside, didn’t know at all. When he realized it was too late, he had to abandon the city and leave. Guan Yu finally looked at Fan Cheng, a pair of phoenix eyes opened slightly, and he was standing heavily on the gate of the city with a sword in his hand, leaving behind. A nick, coldly said:

"Today's revenge."

"He must report it every day."

Immediately, he chased Liu Xuande and left.

It's just eight words.

Almost thought it was an angry word in the ears of others.

No one knows, this man who had to flee because of the knights fighting for justice, returned here ten years later, and also reached the extreme of his life here, flooding the seven armies, beheading the generals, Megatron China, and the edge. Sheng, forcing Cao Mengde to move the capital.

In the end, when the future generations of Jiangmen's children read such brave actions in the official history, they almost felt that they were reading mythology, even in the remote Northern and Southern Dynasties, when they mentioned the fierce generals, they would be compared with each other.

When passing by Jingzhou, Liu Bei didn't want to attack Liu Cong, and shouted.

But Liu Cong didn't know whether it was guilt or fear, and he didn't dare to come forward.

And from Xiangyang to Dangyang, a scene that is almost impossible to reproduce in this troubled time happened.

That is the most romantic legend of that cruel era. In the most nostalgic state of China, there are hundreds of thousands of people, just like this, following a defeated general and abandoning their homeland.

Cao Mengde was stunned for a long time.

Finally sighed: "It's a hero too."

The people around knew the weight of this sentence. They all knew how much Cao Mengde valued Liu Xuande. Eight years ago, it was Cao Mengde who personally recommended Liu Xuande to be the general of Dahan Zhendong.

The last general of Zhendong was Cao Mengde himself.

Later generations look back at this era and will find that in the dark and night-like years, heroes and heroes will always cross each other and meet for a short time, but they are different people after all, and then go to different directions, and it is because they were once so incomparable. Appreciating this person, so Cao Mengde quickly made a decision.

"Be punishable."

He personally led five thousand tiger and leopard riders, hunting down overnight.

The strategists are a little hard to understand, leading the army to fight is bound to be dangerous, and it seems that in the eyes of Cao Cao, killing Liu Xuande seems to be more valuable than stable current territory.

…………………

"Yuan, haha, the old man is looking for you."

"Although he is weak, can he still drink?"

In front of the Cao Lu in Nanyang, Pang De, who was full of white hair and still energetic, came with his son Pang Tong. Yuan was only thirty-seven years old and had gray hair on his sideburns. He coughed and invited them to sit down. Zhuge Jun His wife helped the manager cook the food.

Said to have a drink.

But everyone knows that Yuan's body is not good, he is just drinking water.

After drinking for a while, Lord Pound's complexion darkened and asked: "Yuan, do you know what happened to Kong Ming?" Yuan just nodded faintly, and the old man sighed: "The world's heroes are coming together, and the heroes are swarming. Where can't you go, why did you choose Liu Xuande?"

The Taoist with white hair on the temples, but with a more and lighter temperament asked:

"Who are the heroes mentioned by Lord Pound?"

"Is it what we talked about in Yingchuan a few years ago?"

Pang Degong recalled his original experience. The scholars and hermits making tea and talking about the world’s heroes were originally a talkative food. He did not have too much taboo, and he sighed: "Yes, it seems that Dong Zhuo Lubu is cruel, not my Central Plains orthodoxy. Let’s leave it alone, Yuan Benchu ​​and Yuan Shu, although they were once powerful, have all fallen, but at least the Jiangdong Sun’s family is of course the best part."

"Sun Jian, Sun Ce and Sun Quan are all heroic kings for three generations."

"The eldest brother Kong Ming is also there and he is quite reusable."

"As for Kong Ming, the best choice is naturally that person..."

The Taoist raised his eyes: "Cao Mengde?"

The old man said nothing.

He coughed a few times and said calmly: "Jingzhou is not far away. Cao Mengde has annexed here. Although Yuan is not a well-informed person, he also knows that Mr. Shui Jing has already joined Cao Mengde. It seems that Lord Pang De also came to persuade the poor. Is it for the poor, or is it for A Liang?"

"I heard that the Xu family aunt was taken by Cao Mengde's captain, so Yuan Zhi had to turn to Cao Mengde's side. The father is here today, I am afraid that it is for me and A Jun to repeat the old tricks and threaten A Liang?"

The old man's face was faintly ashamed.

Zhuge couldn't believe he looked at the old man in front of him.

Pang Degong never said his difficulties, he just sighed: "Cao Mengde, both civil and military, and the prime minister of the Han Dynasty, attacked Lv Bu and defeated Yuan Shao. He has unified the northern part of China. The power is magnificent. Who can resist it? It's outstanding."

The Taoist put down the tea cup and murmured: "Jian'an Merry, Jian'an Merry."

He stretched out his hand and actually took the wine and poured it directly into the tea cup. Zhuge wanted to stop him, but was slapped aside. He raised his neck to drink, and suddenly coughed violently, but he hadn't had this luxury since he was a teenager. When it comes to things brewed with grain, and brewed because of the consumption of grains, Taoists simply can't bear to spit it out.

It was just that after a long cough, Lord Pound was a little worried and wanted to help, but the Taoist stretched out his hand to push the crowd away, and suddenly said: "In the four years of Chuping, the massacre of Xuzhou, there were hundreds of thousands of men and women who died."

The old man was startled.

The Taoist looked down and poured the wine, raised his neck again, and muttered to himself.

"In the second year of Xingping, Cao Mengde Tuyongqiu."

Drinking again, then say:

"In the third year of Jian'an, Cao Mengde killed Pengcheng."

"In the nine years of Jian'an, Cao Mengde slaughtered Yecheng."

"In the twelfth year of Jian'an, Cao Mengde went to Liucheng and defeated Karasuma."

"Hundreds of thousands of people who descended from the Han were massacred."

As for this moment, the Taoist had already drunk and his complexion turned red, but his eyes became clearer.

He drank the strong wine again and spoke out the anger of the past, saying: "Yuan Benchu ​​fought against Gongsun Zan, and for two years in Lien, the food was exhausted and the people were plundered each other, the land of Qingzhou."

"That year there was no green grass, and there were so many bones."

"Yuan Shu, Jianghuai is empty, and the people eat each other."

"And you said that Sun Ce, the little overlord of Jiangdong, sent troops across the river. According to Kuaiji, Tu Dongzhi!"

"There is also his younger brother Sun Quan, who attacked Yuan Shu with all his troops, cut off food, and slaughtered his city!"

"Just this year, Lord Pound, just this year."

"Sun Quan enlists Huang Zu and slaughters Qi city."

The Taoist said each sentence, his aura heavier and heavier, but he was already drunk. He stood up and pointed at the old man. Suddenly he thought of the fire that illuminated the sky in his youth and the figure lying in front of him. , There are young and old women who have been cut off to the top level. Zhuge has always been with him. He has seen him smile, and he has been angry, but he has never seen the light Taoist crying and angry:

"The Jian'an Fengliu of fart, the world hero of fart, only Cao Mengde, the civilians under his hand, slaughtered nearly a million people, but he is still alive, still alive, this is only the people who died by their swords now, and there will be more in the future. how many people?"

"You actually want me to go to Cao Mengde to treat him?"

Lord Pound murmured: "But, Yuan, you are different, you are talented..."

The Taoist furiously said:

"I just learned that I'm different from you."

"Pangong, we are not the distinguished guests from the family who were invited by him as the guest of honor, nor the friends who sang for wine, we are just ordinary people, how many people are like this? It is the man who brought you firewood by the mountain, it is for you The little daughter of the tea shop who served the tea is also the urchin chasing chickens and dogs on the side of the road. It is you and me!"

"They were killed in batches, falling down like wheat, Lord Pound, not one by one, but one city after another. I know that in the history books of later generations, current celebrities will only remember Cao Mengde. Rebuke Fang Qiu, dominate the northern princes, know that the little overlord is brave, and know that Sun Quan is a young man."

"Know the big things about those big people, punish Dong Zhuo, Zhan Lu Bu, drive Yuan Shao, Ping Jiangdong."

"But I'm just an ordinary citizen."

"In the eyes of us Li people, we just want to live, the world's heroes, all butchers, in the eyes of Shengmin, we can be called heroes, but one person!"

Lord Pound said in silence, "If Cao Mengde ruled the world, wouldn't there be no war?"

The Taoist staggered and sat down, just replied: "We didn't fight for simple unity, but we stood up because of their brutality. In the human world we expect, there should not be such a thing as a massacre, nor should there be such a thing. There is famine and cannibalism."

"How terrible it would be for a king who likes to slaughter cities to rule the world."

"He is Hanchen. If he seeks rebellion as the king, it will have a terrible impact on future generations..."

He brushed his sleeves and whispered softly: "Pangong, let's go..."

Lord Pound remained silent for a long time and left.

After all, he never entered Cao Mengde's command like Mr. Shui Jing, but went straight to Lumen Mountain, and never appeared again. When Yuan woke up the next day, he opened the door. The mist wetted his clothes and stood at the door. A young man, quiet and gentle, he arched his hands:

"Mr. Yuan."

"Tong is willing to follow Mr., go and see, the benevolent world created by Liu Xuande."

This year, Liu Xuande was defeated and embarrassed.

However, this battle was also the purest light in this troubled world, allowing this era to stand out from countless histories, divided by princes, and intrigued by heroes.

In the continuous massacre of the great princes and heroes, the country was full of blood, but there was a king who took the people across the river, slowed down, and let his wife disperse and almost died. You clearly resented the angry brother's decision, still carrying more than 20 people, set up a death ambition, and after the break, Zhang Yide, who clings to Changbanpo.

There are also valiant young generals running single-handedly to save lives.

The young strategist in the Lufan Lun towel has gentle eyes.

Guan Yunchang, who had previously divided his troops, came from the waterway and broke the game.

……………………

Both Yuan and Zhuge left Nanyang and went to Zhuge Liang and Liu Xuande.

Liu Xuande is no longer the young ranger that the young Taoist once saw.

The young Taoist has also turned white on his temples.

Liu Xuande's eyes were filled with joy. He pointed his finger at Wei Yuan and laughed again and again. In the end he just patted him on the shoulder again and asked with a smile: "Today's reunion, Mr. Bei feels that Bei has done what you said in the first place. ?"

The Taoist nodded.

The ranger then touched his nose, a little embarrassed: "Is it really just in case?"

The young counsellor next to him chuckled.

Guan Yunchang and Zhang Yide remained calm and lofty.

Yuan sat on one side, watching his half-disciple and half-brother's youth, his eyes were bright, as if to shine. Slowly, Yuan really felt that he could still see what the teacher expected. That big man, he healed Liu Chan's body and understood this era.

The young counselor was like a sword. It was cast for a long, long time. When he met Liu Xuande, he finally began to show his edge and cut through the thorns. At the peak, Yuan could see that the counselor’s language was mild, his wisdom was in his grasp, and there were many like-minded people around. There are people who are famous, and are there people who are so famous.

Everyone surrounds Liu Xuande.

It's just that he can also notice that the young man's character has never changed.

Calmly, yet full of flame-like heat and temperature.

When his strategy finally completes a key step, he will even be so excited that he can't sleep.

Until that year.

Guan Yunchang, ushered in his own end.

In October of the twenty-fourth year of Jian'an, Cao Cao and Sun Quan made all-out efforts. In order to cut Guan Yu, Wei Guo Wu almost mobilized all the power, and Guan Yunchang had to face two traitors. Even so, he still broke through the blockade and refused Surrendered and died.

After his death, the Three Kingdoms were buried in the rituals of princes.

………………

"Chang Yun has gone..."

"Well, his character is too arrogant."

The Taoist with all white temples leaned against the trees and muttered, "But not proud, is it still Guan Yu?"

"He is arrogant and affectionate, proud of the family, but treats the people kindly."

"Guan Yunchang, fighting with you alone with the world's famous generals is really big enough."

But no one thought of it.

Including Yuan and the counselor.

After Guan Yu died, Zhang Yide also left.

And the man who spent his entire life for the world.

For the first time in his life, he sent troops for his personal anger.

I don’t know how posterity views this emperor, but he has never been contaminated with the blood of the common people throughout his life. He once personally flogged the governor for his spirits, abandoned the official, and was happy as a young man. He was also happy for the common people and the strongest in the world. The princes were enemies. After half a lifetime of displacement, he finally gained a share of the world, but in the end he was desperate for his brothers.

Looking at the whole world, we have counted the past and the future ~ www.NovelMTL.com~ no other king has acted like this.

Yuan had seen Liang after that.

The latter locked himself in the house for a few days before coming out.

Yuan saw himself in the opponent's eyes in a daze--

The people who used to walk side by side are left alone.

The deceased are dead, but the living have to bear the last big wish.

The once young boy's eyes fell on the Taoist, and he whispered:

"Master Yuan...please give nine scepters."

"Seven Star Method."

PS: At the end of the next chapter, it should be about the same length as the Yellow Turban roll.

Zhuge Liang ruled the army: going in and out like a guest, walking in and out, not hunting, just like in the middle of a country.

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