"Unfortunately, King Yin died a cowardly death. He was defeated by the city father and was killed by the coachman Zhuang Jia during his escape."
At this moment, Lu Li, who was sitting in the corner, no longer acted as an outsider. Under everyone's wary gazes, he slowly stood up and stared fixedly at the black-faced man.
The cold light shimmered.
The Huanshou sword in his hand has already been unsheathed.
Some things are no longer a problem once they are solved.
The black-faced man and Lu Li looked at each other. Not only were they not frightened, but they smiled and stood up as well: "In today's world, do even the scholars and scholars who have no fingers in the spring water start killing people?"
"You smell of blood and my Taipingdao talisman."
After saying this, he pulled out a long knife from the haystack behind him, as if he was too lazy to pretend anymore.
Hearing this, Lu Li's mind buzzed.
Just now, when he was getting salt, he accidentally took out a folded talisman from his bag.
Thinking back to the scene at the beginning, this black-faced man might have been targeting him for a long time.
After thinking about this, Lu Li's hand holding the knife tightened a little more and he whispered:
"Pingtao Lu Mengming."
Due to the environment of the times and the influence of film and television dramas, Lu Li reported his identity and stared directly at the opposite side.
There is a feeling that the name will be announced.
Seeing this, the black-faced man took out a yellow scarf as if no one was around, tied it on his forehead, and said loudly:
"A certain person's surname is Pei and his given name is Yuan Shao. He is a general under Tiangong General Zhang Jiao!"
"I have been invited by his commander Guo Tai to help him capture the Yuan Gong Pavilion. Are you willing to help..."
Before he could finish speaking, the guests who were warming up next to him rolled up and ran out of the pavilion in a hurry, shouting wildly: Where is the director of the pavilion? The yellow turban rebels are here.
Sure enough, the people in Guizhou don't ask for much. As long as they have something to eat and are not to the point of being unable to survive, they will be as diligent and docile as an old cow.
Perhaps sensing Lu Li's doubtful gaze, he grinned and said regretfully: "I gave them the opportunity to enjoy happiness together, but I couldn't grasp it."
"As for you, if you are willing to join the Yellow Turban Army, I can make the decision for Guo Tai and let bygones be bygones."
"..."
This guy's name is somewhat familiar, as if he's heard it somewhere.
Also, is there something wrong with his mind?
In other words, are you really confident?
As soon as the thought appeared, it was suppressed by Lu Li. He stopped thinking about it and instantly turned into an afterimage. The ring-headed knife was like a spring thunder, and it swept towards the head of the black-faced man.
A famous military commander, understand the spirit of war!
Can't delay.
Therefore, Lu Li did not answer, nor did he hold back. The sound of wind muffled the fire in the stove, and suddenly the light in the pavilion dimmed.
The next moment, the blade touched Pei Yuanshao's neck. Even though Lu Li was used to big scenes, the corners of his mouth still raised unconsciously.
Heads falling...
Suddenly, a yellow light flashed.
Lu Li subconsciously pulled away, twisted his waist, and the sword light came out in a semicircle.
Because, at the moment the knife fell, Pei Yuanshao disappeared, and a strong wind suddenly came from behind.
clang!
Sparks flew everywhere, and the ring-shou knife collided with the opponent's knife. Lu Li staggered and couldn't help but take half a step back before he stabilized his figure.
"What a strength."
"Aren't you a Confucian scholar?"
Two voices sounded at the same time.
Immediately afterwards, the exciting sound of gold and iron echoed continuously in the pavilion. Lu Li's face was filled with murderous intent. The tempered blade kept falling like a landslide, so fast and fierce. How could he still have any elegance of a scholar?
The wind was loud.
The three fires lit in the pavilion twisted crazily, and the light became darker and duller, stretching the two shadows extremely long.
It's a pity that it only took a few breaths, Lu Li
Then he fell into a disadvantage——
His nose was filled with the strong smell of blood, and he felt like something was stuck in his throat. There were also many gaps in the ring-headed sword, and it was likely to be broken into two pieces in the next slash.
"You're exhausted."
Pei Yuanshao's face was calm, and he held the cold saber at an angle.
Under the firelight, Lu Li could vaguely see a layer of yellow smoke lingering around his body.
【warn! Sanity dropped to 35%, reaching a dangerous value]
【warn! Sanity is approaching 35%, reaching a dangerous value]
At the same time, the soul-binding bolt hanging around his neck issued warnings. The sound kept echoing in Lu Li's mind, but Lu Li chose to ignore it.
Because, he needs the power to reverse the situation and needs to increase the power of will to the limit.
The next moment, blazing red light surged out of the body, rising and falling like breathing.
Finally, under the scrutiny of the Yellow Turban Army general Pei Yuanshao, it was completely stable.
The red flame seemed to have covered Lu Li with a layer of armor, stabilizing the broken sword again.
"Come again?"
Pei Yuanshao put away his frivolity and said as if stating the facts: "You still can't do it."
"Life or death is a matter of struggle. Only when you try it will you know."
Lu Li's expression was stern and he rushed forward again.
There is only one step away from understanding the fighting spirit. If you survive this level, you will definitely gain something!
And Pei Yuanshao, whose body surface was steaming with curls of yellow smoke, suddenly disappeared from sight without any delay.
"The sky is dead, and the sky is dead."
The whisper echoed in his ears, but Lu Li had no time to pay attention.
Cut, pick, stab, knock...
The sword flashes continued one after another, and he could barely keep up with Pei Yuanshao's movements until...
The cold long knife sliced across.
clang!
The ring-head knife was broken, and Lu Li's tiger's mouth was broken with blood marks, as if he had been strangled by something.
But he had no time to pay attention to this, and stepped back. Almost at the same time, blood flew out from his lower abdomen, hot steam came out, and the twenty centimeter-long gash almost cut Lu Li into two pieces.
If he hadn't retreated in time, Lu Li would have suffered the same fate as that ring-shou sword.
"Those who have never understood the spirit of war will never know what kind of transformation will happen if you establish yourself in this field."
A figure suddenly appeared in front of Lu Li.
Except for a cut at the cuff, Pei Yuanshao was unscathed and still looking good.
Lu Li finally saw clearly what the fighting spirit was. After the thick yellow smoke dissipated, a shadow clung to the opponent's back and was tightly connected to him.
"If it weren't for the personal guidance of the great sage, I wouldn't be where I am today. I just hope that more people can understand my teachings of Taipingdao and join in. Now Guo Tai is doing something..."
Seeing that the situation had been decided, Pei Yuanshao returned to his natural state. After putting the long knife back into the scabbard, he started thinking about it again, as if he hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time.
In addition, in his eyes, the still-breathing Lu Li was no different from a dead person.
As long as Lu Li dies, no one in Yuan Gongting can stop him.
"Pei Yuanshao, I remember..."
Suddenly, a whisper sounded.
Lu Li held the broken blade in his hand, completely ignoring the hideous wound on his lower abdomen and staring straight at the black man in front of him, his murderous intent unabated.
At this moment, he finally remembered who Pei Yuanshao was.
In the novel, after Guan Yu passed the fifth level, he encountered a group of bandits who blocked the road and robbed the red rabbit horse.
[Guan Gong stopped his sword and stood up, untied his beard bag, and took out his long beard to look at it.
The man rolled his saddle and dismounted, took Guo Chang's son by his head and worshiped him in front of the horse.
Guan Gong asked his name and told him:
"A certain person's surname is Pei and his given name is Yuan Shao. Since Zhang Jiao's death, he has been without an owner, so he has the right to hide here."]
