Ji Yugan laughed at the sky again. The laugh just now was filled with sadness and despair, but the laughter now was full of energy. Reinforcements arrived, and the leader was the famous Zhao Zilong, who could not compete with Jiang Qin and Zhou Tai.

He shot all the remaining grenades with a bed crossbow, which made the Eastern Wu army cry and howl. Jiang Qin and Zhou Tai felt sad when he saw Zhao Yun's banner. At this time, Zhao Zilong's reputation on Changbanpo had already reached Eastern Wu. No one knew, no one knew, and no one knew. The two generals knew that they were not opponents, and were afraid that the army and horses in the city would take advantage of the situation to attack, so they hurriedly commanded the army to board the ship and retreat.

Zhao Yun came to take over the order of Liu Bei to take over Jinjiang. In fact, he didn't bring many soldiers. All the people came were empty ships carrying food and supplies. More than a hundred ships seemed unstoppable to ride the wind and waves. With his reputation, he scared the Eastern Wu army without using his sword.

The Wu army retreated in a hurry and did not have time to take away the bodies of soldiers and wounded people. The blood flowed out of the city and the corpses were everywhere. Although it was just a medium-sized offensive and defensive battle, it was a victory commanded by Ji Yugan himself. The dense body of Wu army was filled with white feather arrows, and the northwest wind brought the smell of blood into the city, which was disgusting.

Ji Yugan stood at the top of the city and sighed: A general succeeded and thousands of bones were undone, but he had no mercy in his heart, only ambition and enthusiasm. He ordered him to go out of the city to clean up the battlefield, bury the dead, and remnants of soldiers gathered to welcome Zhao Yun.

Guan Lu is a brainless fan of Zhao Yun, and came to greet General Zhao together, but she couldn't help but be disappointed when she saw the real person. She was not the white-robed young general in her impression. She was clearly a middle-aged martial artist who had experienced many vicissitudes of life, but her eyebrows and eyes were better than those crooked people.

Zhao Yun was serious and didn't even look at Guan Lu. He just followed the steps and took over Jinjiang and put Liu Bei's banner on the city. From then on, Jinjiang was safe, at least he didn't have to worry about the attack from the Eastern Wu.

After completing the handover, Zhao Yun asked Ji Yu to talk to him, and gestured to him to hold back with his eyes.

Ji Yugan did as he did, and greeted Zhao Yun again in the side hall of the yamen. Zhao Yun said, "I am here to send a gift by the military advisor." After saying that, he waved his hand, and a person came in outside the hall, with wide robe and big sleeves, and a fairy-like trait.

"I have met the Lord and Marquis in the Xia Ge Xuan." The visitor said.

Ji Yugan was very happy. Ge Xuan was Zuo Ci's disciple. When his disciple arrived, would the master be far away?

Ge Xuan said: "Listen to Kong Ming, the king and the lord spare no money to find my master, is there any such thing?"

Ji Yugan said, "If this is true, do you know where Mr. Wujiao is?"

Ge Xuan said: "Master, the dragon, has no beginning or end, and he is wandering around, and no one knows his whereabouts."

Ji Yugan's face showed a look of loss.

Ge Xuan said: "Although I don't know where my master is, I can find another person, so I must have made acquaintances."

Ji Yugan Road: "Who?"

Ge Xuan said: "Yu Ji."

Ji Yugan was shocked: "Hasn't Yu Ji been killed by Sun Ce long ago?"

Ge Xuan said: "Although death is still alive."

...

However, Liu Yanzhi and others were unable to find Zuo Ci's whereabouts in Jiangling and Nanjun. I heard that Cao Cao's water and land camp had become a huge scale. The Battle of Red Cliff was also a famous battle in the entire Chinese history, unprecedented. If this family did not take advantage of the Sun and Liu coalition to burn the Red Cliff, they would not be able to see it in the future.

However, when entering Cao's camp openly, many things would happen again, so everyone recommended Liu Yanzhi as a representative to visit the battlefield of Chibi.

This day was November 15, 13th year of Jian'an. The weather was clear and the wind was calm. Liu Yanzhi took off in the evening and looked down at the Cao army's three hundred miles altitude. It was indeed grand and spectacular. The roads were clear, and countless cavalry squads were crisscrossing the city. The soldiers built trees and built ships. The water camps were covered with warships, the flags were densely packed with flags, hundreds of thousands of soldiers united as one to unify Jingchu. Imagine Cao's mood at this time, it must be magnificent and ambitious.

As the sky gradually darkened, a huge three-story tower ship in the center of the water village was brightly lit and drums were sounding. A large number of civil and military officials of the Cao army gathered at the tower ship. Liu Yan came closer and attached himself to the tallest mast, and looked down high to see the banquet on the deck of the tower ship.

Tonight, Cao Cao was not wearing armor, with a golden crown on his head and a black robe, extremely majestic. He sat upright on it. The civil and military officials below sat in two rows, hundreds of soldiers guarding with halberds. The banquet began, and a dancer danced with the sound of silk and bamboo. A solemn atmosphere of killing suddenly mixed with a group of stunning women, which made people's tense mood temporarily relaxed.

Halfway through the drink, Cao Cao got up and took a long spear from his servant. Seeing this, he knew that the Prime Minister Shi was very excited, so he hurriedly repelled the dance girl and left a clearing space for the Prime Minister to express his feelings.

Cao Cao stood solemnly at the bow of the boat with a long spear in his hand, looking at the south bank of the Yangtze River in the distance. After a long silence, the generals dared not speak. Even the sound of silk and bamboo stopped. Only the breeze blew by and the river waves patted lightly.

"Wine and singing, how much life is." Cao Cao suddenly started to recite, and the generals nodded seriously.

"It's like morning dew, and the past is full of suffering." Cao Cao continued to write fu, gradually entering a state, immersed in the glorious years of fighting against the south and north.

"Sighing with generosity, worrying will never be forgotten. How can I relieve my worries? Only Du Kang..." Cao Cao began to hum as he was reciting. The musicians began to accompaniment very tacitly. The generals shook their heads, the civil servants kept nodding while stroking their beards, and Liu Yanzhi on the mast was even more fascinated.

"The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the magpies fly south. They circle around the trees three times, and what branches can they rely on? The mountains are never too high and the sea is never too deep. Zhou Gong vomits and feeds them, and the world is returned to his heart."

After Cao Cao finished singing, he held his spear in the wind.

Liu Yanzhi was full of passion and emotion. He had heard the poems of Li Yu, the king of the fallen country, with his own ears. It was a decadent and sad voice, which made people feel sad. Cao Cao's poems were full of men's pride and ambitions, which made people's blood thrilling. He wished he could pick up weapons immediately and collect Guanshan.

In traditional Chinese concepts, Cao Cao has always been a traitor, but only after he truly entered history did he discover the truth. He could avoid the destruction of war, unify China's country, and make so many heroes fall in love with him, go through fire and water, hold a spear to kill the enemy, and recite poems and essays. Only Cao Cao has ever been!

For a moment, Liu Yanzhi hesitated. History is in his own control. If he goes down to offer advice to Cao Cao or even helps him, then China's history will be rewritten on a large scale, which will at least avoid decades of war and allow the Chinese people to recuperate and accumulate strength.

Suddenly a civil servant stood up and said, "Prime Minister, this song is unlucky."

Cao Cao asked, "What do you mean?"

The civil minister drank too much and said with his tongue: "What is the moon and stars, the magpie flying south, circles three times, and has no branches to rely on? Is this auspicious word?"

Cao Cao had a dark face and suddenly raised his spear as a javelin and threw it over, nailing the civil servant to his seat.

The two servants quietly dragged away the body and wiped the blood on the deck. The civil and civilians pretended that nothing had happened before, and continued to drink happily.

Liu Yanzhi on the mast was cold, Cao Cao was moody and killed people in public when he had disagreement. He was so violent. He was unhappy in assisting such a person!

Cao Cao did not know that he killed someone on a whim and ruined hundreds of thousands of troops and a win that was within his reach. He seemed to be nothing and continued to have a big banquet for civil and military officials.

...

Liu Yanzhi returned to the inn where he was temporarily living a hundred miles away and found that Dang Aiguo and others were waiting for him with lights. There was a stranger sitting inside, with a Taoist robe and crane cloak, neat and clean, holding a feather fan in his hand, without a trace of fireworks between his eyebrows. If he had not seen Zhuge Liang, he would have mistakenly thought that this person was the real Mr. Wolong.

The Party had a serious patriotic expression and introduced solemnly: "Yanzhi, this person is Zuo Yuanfang."

It turns out that the person dressed by this Taoist priest is Zuo Ci who they worked hard to find! The legendary Zuo Ci should be blind and lame, lazy and vine crown, how could it become such a fairy-like and Taoist style?

The Taoist priest smiled slightly: "I am Zuo Ci. I heard that you have been looking for me for a long time, so I came from the trap."

Liu Yan said straight: "Aren't you blind and limp?"

Zuo Ci smiled and said, "I like that face to show others, and I look easy-going, just like I can see you when I dress up like this."

Liu Yanzhi was terrified. Could it be that Zuo Ci knew how to change?

Zuo Ci seemed to guess what he was thinking, and laughed: "It's just a trick. Compared with the old immortal Nanhua, these things are just tricks."

Dang Paiguo Road: "Lao Xian of Nanhua? Is this person really there?"

Zuo Ci said: "The Old Immortal Nanhua is just a respectful title for people of the world. It is not an exaggeration to call him an Old Immortal. He is still six hundred years old until now."

The party’s patriotism flashed with an inspiration. At the age of six hundred, wouldn’t it match another Taoist ancestor? He took a deep breath and said: “Is the old immortal in Nanhua the same old man Zhuang Zhou who wrote the “South China Sutra” during the Warring States Period?”

Zuo Ci said: "That's right."

Zhuang Zhou was Zhuangzi, who was as famous as Laozi in Taoism and was also called "Lao and Zhuangzi."

The Patriotic Road to the Party: "Where can I find Zhuangzi?"

Zuo Ci said: "The immortal has been away from the mortal world for a long time. You have stopped thinking. If you have anything to ask, just ask me directly. If you can answer, please answer it. Don't blame me if you can't answer it."

The Party Patriotic Road: "The country is about to be in chaos, and monsters will surely emerge. Why has there been so many demons in the world since the Yellow Turban Rebellion started? Can you give me an answer?"

Zuo Ci said: "The Han Dynasty is about to end, and the demon stars are descending to earth. Since the Jianning period, there have been thirty-six Heavenly Gang stars and seventy-two Earthly Evil stars from the universe to the mortal world. Each star has nurtured a demon. When the demons die, the world will be peaceful."

During the Jianning period, that is, the first few years after Emperor Ling of Han ascended the throne, in 168 AD, about 40 years ago, almost all the people who were genetically modified by alien civilizations were over forty years old. No wonder the heroes were rising and the world was in chaos.

The answer is the same as expected. The dragon pearl meteorite rain in the late Eastern Han Dynasty caused signs of frequent monsters, to be precise, the flood of supernatural people.

Dang Aiguo took out a photo of the dragon ball and asked, "Dare you asking if you have seen this thing?"

Zuo Ci glanced at him and said, "This is the demon star."

Dang Aiguo asked again: "As far as the sir knows, who is the demon?"

Zuo Ci said: "Everyone who is different from ordinary people is a demon. Zhang Jiao, Dong Zhuo, Lu Bu, Yu Ji, and Guan Lu, such people are demons."
Chapter completed!