Mr. Zuo?
Do you still know Cao Cao?
A famous person from the late Han Dynasty, Zuo Ci, immediately popped into Cao Yi's mind. Like Yu Ji, whom he met before, he was also an immortal from the late Han Dynasty.
In the original work, compared to the Nanhua Immortal who only appeared once in profile, Yu Ji, who flashed like a meteor, appeared very frequently. It was unexpected that he would take action to prevent Cao Cao from unifying the world.
"A few years ago, he was an ordinary alchemist. A few years later, with a few tricks, I can treat my five thousand elite cavalry and dozens of generals as if they were nothing. Mr. Zuo's fortune is beyond even my reach."
Cao Cao's voice sounded again.
There was a hint of envy in his voice.
Although he has all the power in the world, he is only a mortal and will turn into a pile of withered bones sooner or later.
But Zuo Ci is not like that. With the miraculous creation of heaven and earth, it is not impossible for him to become a long-lasting immortal in the future.
Zuo Ci did not answer Cao Cao's words, but looked at Cao Yi with sharp eyes and said: "I have only seen the method of moving clouds and spreading rain in the classics left by ancient Qi practitioners. Your cultivation level is even worse than me. It’s incredible that it can be done.”
"It's not easy for the two seniors to borrow the east wind."
Cao Yi replied with a smile.
Zuo Ci snorted softly from his nostrils: "I am just borrowing the east wind, how can it be compared to your power to directly change the world."
That night, he was casting a spell to make strong winds fuel the fire. Suddenly there was lightning and thunder, heavy rain and strong winds.
He thought he had offended God, and felt very uneasy after leaving. The next day, he arrested a Cao Jun officer for interrogation, only to find out that a mysterious alchemist came that night.
Cao Yi smiled and said nothing.
Zuo Ci said again: "Just now on Changbanpo, the earth-moving method that I have been practicing for several years was defeated by the wood-based method that you just started to use. Although wood is said to conquer earth innately, at your age, you can achieve such a high level. His attainments in wood are considered to be formidable in future generations."
"It's rare for an old man to have the physical strength to control a clay figure from miles apart."
Cao Yi replied.
Seeing the two of them talking non-stop, Zhang Fei on the Dangyang Bridge let out a soft snort!
Zuo Ci, who seemed to have just noticed Zhang Fei, said loudly: "General Zhang can trust me, so I will hand over this place to him. Don't worry and go south with Liu Yuzhou."
Zhang Fei naturally believed in the famous Zuo Ci, thanked him, and rode off the Dangyang Bridge. After a while, he disappeared into the woods.
Since then, apart from the rolling Juzhang River, there is only a lonely Dangyang Bridge between Cao Yi and Zuo Ci.
After a confrontation for a while, Cao Yi asked: "Senior, why must you stop Prime Minister Cao from unifying the world?"
Zuo Ci glanced at Cao Cao coldly and said, "Slaughter the city and dig graves. Such people are not worthy of unifying the world."
This is the reason again!
Alas, what Cao Cao did went too far, and even the practitioners could no longer stand it.
Cao Yi sighed secretly.
Zuo Ci didn't seem to want to push too hard, and said again: "I'll take a step back and fight with you. I'll win two out of three games. If you win, I won't assassinate Cao Cao anymore. I'll win. You can't wait to chase Liu Yuzhou again. Three rounds." A few months later, the decisive battle in Chibi."
You can't make the decision yourself.
Cao Yi turned to look at Cao Cao.
Cao Cao thought for a moment, looked at Zuo Ci on the other side, and said in a deep voice: "How do you make me believe you?"
Zuo Ci sneered and said: "As an old man, I have never broken trust with anyone, but you, Cao Cao, have broken your word many times."
As if he was used to hearing this kind of words, Cao Cao's expression did not change at all. After thinking for a while, he nodded and said: "I agree to the bet."
See Cao Cao agree.
Cao Yi asked: "What is the first game?"
Zuo Ci patted the guzheng he was holding and said: "Musical instrument"
Musical instruments!
Canghaichao Shengqu, which I have been honing for a long time, can finally be put to use.
Cao Yi nodded: "Okay"
Zuo Ci sat down cross-legged, placed the guzheng across his legs, and gently stroked the strings with a pair of old hands.
The tinkling notes of the spring water float out, like drizzle hitting the plantains. It is silent when heard from a distance, but still lingers in your ears when you listen carefully.
Seeing this, Cao Yi opened the lid of the purple, gold and red gourd, pretended to reach into his sleeve and took out a long flute.
This long flute was made by himself using the flute-making method he learned from others on the way south when he was in the valley of Xiangyang City.
Compared with those exquisite flutes brought from modern times, there is a huge difference in appearance.
Put the flute upright to your lips and play it gently. The quiet sound of the flute sounds, thin and soft, like the curling mist floating in the morning, as if a piece of wind can cut it off.
Across a river, a modern Taoist priest and an ancient alchemist play a zither and a flute, just like Boya Ziqi. In fact, it is the prelude to the war.
On the other side, Zuo Ci's eyes were slightly closed, his expression was calm, and streams of spiritual energy poured into the guzheng from his fingertips.
Then, an air blade containing surging power jumped up from the guzheng, like a dragon or a tiger, with a roaring sound, and rushed towards Cao Yi across a river. The strong wind brought out caused ripples.
By the river, Cao Yi, with fluttering clothes, played the music of the sea tide, which also caused changes.
The originally rolling river seemed to have been struck by an invisible hand from the sky. The huge turbid waves rolled up were several meters high. Those who didn't know thought they were hit by strong winds.
The river was not very wide, and in the blink of an eye, the two collided. Higher waves erupted.
Suddenly, it was like a sudden heavy rain on both sides of the bank, and rainwater fell from the sky.
Except for Zuo Ci and Cao Yi, everyone fell into the river water.
A tentative fight, no winner or loser.
Zuo Ci frowned slightly and played the guzheng again.
This time, what came out was no longer an air blade, but a nearly solid long sword, more than three feet long. The sword body glowed with a frightening cold light under the afternoon sun.
Cao Yi continued to play Canghai Chaoshengqu, which was different from Zuo Ci's Foley incarnation. Canghaichaoshengqu was good at mental attacks.
Zuo Ci was affected by the distant sound of the flute and saw the sea and a small boat drifting on the sea. I saw Cao Yi standing against the wind above.
He didn't know why he was on a wet rock.
Everything seemed real.
"Where is this place?"
After a while, Zuo Ci asked.
No one responded, only the sound of the flute surrounded him.
I don’t know how long it took, but a long sword pierced the entire world. The sea is gone, the boat is gone, and Cao Yi is gone.
Everything is back to normal!
The sword he fired was aimed at Cao Yi's eyebrows.
Seeing this scene, he was not surprised. This young man was already far behind him. He had consumed a lot of spiritual energy on Changban Slope just now.
Immediately afterwards, a strange scene happened.
His sword suddenly disappeared in front of Cao Yi.
"this?"
Zuo Ci looked surprised.
On this side of the river, Cao Yi said calmly: "The first game was a draw."
While Zuo Ci nodded, he looked up and down Cao Yi, and finally stopped at the gourd on Cao Yi's waist.
