The Reincarnation of Lu Bu at the End of the Han Dynasty

Lu Bu didn't want to go in and interrupt, so he simply leaned his back against the wall and listened intently.

When Xi Ce was teaching, his accent was not like the casual conversation in ordinary times. His words were straight and round, with a long charm.

It was only later that Lu Bu learned that this was the standard reading pronunciation taught by the masters of the Taixue. It is called Yayan, also known as Zhengyin.

Taking advantage of the interval of rest, Lu Bu called out the trick in a low voice.

"Sir, today is the end of the year, and I'm here to invite you to my house."

Hearing Lu Bu's explanation of his intentions, he often refused to go to Lu's house to fight the autumn wind.

The New Year's Eve is a family reunion, so it's okay to be cheeky and mess around on weekdays, so let's not go today.

Regarding the refusal of the play, Lu Bu's method was simple and rude: "Then forgive me for being rude, and I have to carry my husband."

Xi Ce was stunned for a moment, then laughed, his eyes moist.

After getting Xi Ce's affirmative reply, Lu Bu said goodbye to him, saying that he would come back to pick him up after he finished his tour of the barracks.

Walking on the way to the barracks, there were bursts of immature voices from the school behind him, with ups and downs.

"Wheat lightly, who will be the winner?

Women and aunts.

Where is the husband?

Hit Xihu.

Officials buy horses, kings buy chariots,

Please cheer for you. "

The sound of Lang Lang's reading came to Lu Bu's ears, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he couldn't help smiling.

Maybe ten years later, this world will be theirs.

When the men in the barracks saw Lu Bu's arrival, the already lively and jubilant atmosphere became even more exciting.

On the open space that was originally used for training, hundreds of bonfires were lit, and fat sheep were roasted on them, and the aroma was overflowing.

The soldiers sat in a circle around the fire, laughed loudly, drank and punched, enjoying the rare peace.

As soon as Lu Bu sat down, Song Xianhou Cheng and other old subordinates took the initiative to toast, and then Li Feng, Jiang Jiong and other centurions from the wolf riding camp also came to join in the fun.

In terms of martial arts, these people cannot control Lu Bu together, but when it comes to drinking, Lu Bu's mind is a little wobbly after a few bowls of wine are gurgling.

Amidst the booing of the soldiers, Lv Bu used the strength of his wine to use his halberd technique, and hit the bull's-eye with three arrows from more than a hundred paces away, which won the applause of the soldiers.

Fortunately, he still has some consciousness, thinking about going back to Tuannian, he can't just get drunk here.

Lu Bu raised his wine bowl high, drank three more bowls with the soldiers, and walked out of the barracks shaking his body.

When he walked back to the county town, Lu Bu's mind was very dizzy, but his consciousness was still clear, but his steps were a little light and he didn't listen to his commands.

His eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, so he decided to rest for a while before leaving.

Looking around with hazy eyes, Lu Bu took a few steps forward, sat on a stone pier by the side of the street, and quickly lowered his head.

"Hey, big man, have you heard the story of the parachutist?"

The little girl passing by saw Lu Bu, stopped suddenly, and asked curiously.

The big man in front of her bowed her head and didn't answer, so she said happily: "Then let me tell you."

She once rode on her adoptive father's neck during the triumphant return of the Han army, and saw the Wolf Riding Camp from a distance, but she couldn't remember which one was the parachutist.

However, what she didn't know was that Lu Bu didn't go back to Yanmen at all that day, but went straight to Youxi Village.

The story of the parachutist is almost familiar to the people in the county.

After the little girl heard it, she naturally wanted to be a storyteller and tell others to listen to.

The big man in front of him didn't speak, but the little girl took it as his consent.

I saw her petite body standing upright, dancing with a wooden stick that was as high as her eyebrows in her hand, playing with her, and sang softly, talking about the hero in her mind: "Bingzhou Flying General Lu Fengxian, ninety-nine years old ruler, with extraordinary physical strength, and with a Fangtian painted halberd in his hand, he is invincible in the world..."

Lu Bu, who was in a daze, opened his eyes and raised his head, a delicate face as seductive as a fox came into view, she covered her mouth and smiled softly, her eyes were like silk: "General, do you think my concubine is beautiful?"

"Diao Chan!"

Lu Bu's heart tightened, and at the same time his eyes widened, he subconsciously called out her name.

When he blinked and looked again, there was only a little girl wielding a stick in front of him.

In front of the wooden house not far away, a woman in her forties was shouting loudly to the little girl: "Xiu'er, come back for dinner soon!"

"Come on!"

The little girl threw the wooden stick in her hand and ran to the woman happily.

Seeing the little girl running away, Lu Bu shook his head, got up and walked forward.

Time to go home.

This year, the heroes who are about to shine on the stage are still dormant in the wild.

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Volume [-], Flying General.

(Finish)

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New peaches for old symbols.

Saying goodbye to the old and ushering in the new, the Han Dynasty ushered in the seventh year of Guanghe, which was also destined to be full of turmoil and riots.

Just after the beginning of spring, the people in Wuyuan County went down to the fields early and picked up the fields and crops they had been allocated.

Spring plowing, summer cultivation, autumn harvest, winter storage.

In just a few words, the four seasons of farming in the farm are exhausted.

The weather is cold, but it can't freeze the smiles on the faces of the people.

They thought, as long as they work hard to cultivate, there will definitely be endless food in autumn.