"Lead them to the Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain"
On the cloud bed, Chu Feng's figure blurred for a while.
"yes"
Hu Erniang walked out very simply.
…
Under the floating fairy mountain, the Taoist temple, shaded by trees and branches, is peaceful and peaceful. Suddenly, a strong cold wind from the mountain stream blew by, leaving fallen leaves all over the ground, adding a bit of desolation to the simple building.
With a creak, the heavy door was pushed open, and dust fell to the ground.
Chu Feng, who was wearing a thin Taoist robe, crossed the threshold, walked forward leisurely, and unknowingly came to the foot of the majestic old apricot tree. The old stone tables and benches were covered with dark dust, silently telling every bit of the past.
“I haven’t been back for a long time”
Chu Feng stroked the table gently, memories flashed in his eyes.
"Guanzhu, Guo Jia, Cao Cao, brought them"
Hu Erniang's cold voice sounded from behind.
Chu Feng didn't turn around, just stood there.
After a while, two very different footsteps approached. One was light and could not be heard by ordinary people. It looked a bit like a woman. The other was heavy and powerful. Just by hearing its sound but not seeing the person, one could imagine that the person coming was a regular resident. A high-ranking person.
"Pay homage to the master of the temple. The master of the temple will enjoy immortal blessings forever, and his lifespan will be as long as the heavens. (Greetings to the master of the temple, the master of the temple will enjoy the blessings of immortals forever, and his lifespan will be as long as the heavens.)"
The two voices spoke in unison, as if they had agreed.
Chu Feng turned around and looked at the two kneeling people. Guo Jia had a relaxed smile on his face. He was dressed in a moon-white robe, with a simple wooden hairpin tying his hair. He still had the same cool and carefree look.
Cao Cao, not impressive in appearance, of average height, with a serious expression, dressed in splendid clothes, knelt there quietly, not expressing much, but he had a certain air of his own.
"stand up"
Chu Feng stretched out his hand to support them, and invisible power spread out, causing Cao Cao and Guo Jia to stand up involuntarily.
"Master Temple, during this period, I have built 140 Taoist temples and gathered 300,000 believers. There are documents to prove it."
As soon as he stood up, Cao Cao solemnly took out a thick document.
After Chu Feng signaled Hu Erniang to take it, he walked a few steps and said: "You have worked hard during this period. This kind of thing can be slowed down in the future. There is no need to rush. By the way, what do you wish for? You can talk to the poor." The Word says, Nothing is denied except eternal life.”
Cao Cao was stunned when he heard this. After a while, he came to his senses and said seriously: "When Cao Cao was young, he was rich, had no worries about food and clothing, and was stronger than most people. He was very lucky. In the following decades, the army was ruthless. When she wakes up, she wields the power of life and death; when she sleeps, she is stunningly beautiful and enjoys things that ordinary people cannot enjoy, except for one thing that she has never been able to achieve."
Listening to Cao Cao's somewhat ostentatious words, Chu Feng felt a sense of curiosity in his heart as to what prevented Cao Cao from achieving his wish.
“Fuck, I’ve always wanted to be a poet!”
Cao Cao said seriously.
As the most romantic hero of the Three Kingdoms at the end of the Han Dynasty, Cao Cao was a complex combination of cruelty and romance. He was not only the butcher who massacred people in the city and was full of crimes, but also a compassionate person who wrote "The bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no cockcrow for thousands of miles." poet.
"Poet, yes, Pindao will let you be a poet for once."
Chu Feng released the ruby scroll, the clear light swayed, and strange power emitted. Produces a huge light that covers everything.
Cao Cao's consciousness sank, and time seemed to have passed for a thousand years. Cao Cao raised his head and felt that his brain was dizzy.
A ray of evening sunset shone on his cheeks. Cao Cao regained consciousness for a moment and looked around, seeing a strange house.
"Where is this?"
Cao Cao asked the same question as Diao Chan.
Suddenly, a strong consciousness came to him. Cao Cao covered his head and rolled around. After half an hour, his body was still twitching. Gradually, he regained some consciousness, and Cao Cao's eyes widened.
It turns out that he went back decades ago, when he was a captain in the north of Luoyang.
Looking at his young self in the bronze mirror in the corner, Cao Cao looked surprised.
"No, how could this happen?"
Cao Cao suddenly found that his memory about marching, fighting, and governing the country was blurred, and he couldn't even think about it. He had a terrible headache just thinking about it.
After a while, the memory of future generations also became blurred, replaced by a large number of poems.
"The grass on the Lili Plain dries up and flourishes every year. The wild fire cannot burn it out, but it grows again when the spring breeze blows."
"The young woman in her boudoir knows no worries, and goes up to the green building with makeup on the spring day. Suddenly she sees the color of willows on the street, and she regrets teaching her husband to look for a title."
"If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan with sadness? It is easy to change the heart of an old friend, but it is said that the heart of an old friend is easy to change."
…
With one poem after another, the young Cao Cao became famous in the literary world early. Although four-character poems were popular in this era, and poetry did not occupy the mainstream in the literary world, Cao Cao still relied on his fountain-like literary thoughts to burst into thousands of poems. His poems forcibly started the trend of poetry.
However, despite his great reputation in the literary world, Cao Cao encountered setbacks in his official career. First, he offended the powerful and became idle at home.
Later, he succeeded in buying an official position, but when the Yellow Turban Rebellion broke out, he led troops to attack the Yellow Turbans. His ability to lead troops was restricted, and as expected, he suffered a huge defeat and was almost hacked to death by the Yellow Turbans!
After escaping back to his hometown, a few years later, because of his status in the literary world, he was recruited as an official again, but he did not expect to encounter Dong Zhuo's coup.
At Situ Wang Yun's family banquet, he was no longer the heroic man who threw his head back, laughed, and bluntly assassinated Dong Zhuo. Instead, he was like other mediocre people, drinking and scolding Dong Zhuo.
Soon, Dong Zhuo died due to Wang Yun's beauty trap and alienation scheme. As Wang Yun's supporter, Cao Cao became famous for a while.
Later, the Xiliang army counterattacked, and Cao Cao was displaced as a civil servant and the emperor, and almost starved to death. It was not until Yuan Shao, who was stationed in Jizhou, decided to serve as the emperor to command the princes that he got rid of his embarrassment and became a decent civil servant.
After that, he continued to rely on his literary talents and lived under Yuan Shao.
Decades later, he grew old, sitting in a small boat, floating on the vast Yangtze River, thinking about the still torn world, and recited his last poem with tears.
"The rolling water of the Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success and failure are all gone. The green mountains are still there, and the sunsets are red several times..."
The hero in the poem is naturally not him. In this life, he is just a spectator!
A few days later, he died of excessive drinking in a thatched house with drafts everywhere, and kind-hearted villagers buried him.
On his tombstone, three words were written.
"anonymous"
In the Taoist temple, the light disappeared.
Cao Cao, who had gone through a reincarnation, was already in tears.
"The rolling waters of the Yangtze River pass by, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success or failure, are all in vain. The green mountains are still there, the sunset is red several times, and the white-haired fishermen and woodcutters on the river are used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine happily meets. So many things in ancient and modern times. , all in a joke."
