Why did the kind and kind scholar become murderous?
Why is the peaceful and peaceful Zhongjing City so full of dangers?
Why did Wan'anbo Mansion become empty overnight?
Is it the distortion of human nature or the loss of morality?
Today, Nanyuan Xi will take you to analyze Wan Anbo's new work "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms"!
The huge entry was hung outside Beifeng Tower. Passers-by stopped one after another with calm expressions on their faces.
"Oh, I read Wan Anbo's book, so it's okay."
"Hey, what good thing is the shame of a scholar doing to make even the great scholars anxious?"
"It seems that the great scholar has not experienced the power of literary shame, so he is angry now? This great scholar is not good at it!"
"Come on, come on, I want to hear how coquettish he is!"
"I've been good at cultivating my energy recently, but I think I can try to see if Wan Anbo can irritate me!"
"Hahaha, let's go together. Isn't it just out of context? Just laugh it off!"
…
Half an hour later.
"Where's the knife? Where's the forty-foot-long sword I placed outside Beifeng Tower!"
"I shouldn't have walked into this Beifeng Tower! No, I shouldn't have walked on Suzaku Avenue! No, I shouldn't have entered Beijing!"
"Great Confucian, let's get rid of harm for the people! Let him finish writing the book before taking action!"
"I...I want to kill that turtle grandson!"
"Report it, I want to report it. He... provokes the people!"
"Yes, let's report it! Go to Jingzhao Mansion to sue him!"
"Let's go together!"
In the distance, Mr. Accountant led Ye Dafu to look at the excited crowd and said, "Your Majesty, that's where it is."
Ye Dafu thought thoughtfully: "Do you want to book the shops around Beifeng Tower? What kind of business do you want to do?"
"Selling weapons! It doesn't have to be too elaborate, just a blade."
"Go and do it immediately!" Ye Dafu praised, "Tell them also that I can help them transfer the weapons to Wan Anbo for free!"
"By the way, the high bidder can also provide a knife engraving service and write a message to the knife! How about it?"
Mr. Accountant looked at Ye Dafu and gave a thumbs up: "One word, absolutely!"
…
"Hey..." Chen Luo lay on a recliner in a small courtyard and let out a long sigh.
Three great scholars had previously rushed into Wan'anbo's mansion. Song Tuizhi asked Chen Luo to leave first while he came to break up the rear.
"Will Fourth Senior Brother be okay?" Chen Luo thought to himself, "I remember those three great scholars. From now on, I will have to deliver manuscripts to you one hour later than others!"
"Uncle, this is the refreshing soup I made myself!" A soft voice sounded, and Luo Hongnu held a bowl of fragrant sugar water in front of Chen Luo.
This is Luo Hongnu’s small courtyard.
Of course Chen Luo didn't dare to escape to Sanxizhuang, maybe there were people waiting there. So with a thought in his mind, he ran to Luo Hongnu to take refuge.
"Thank you!" Chen Luo took the bowl of sugar water and took a sip.
Um? The taste is sour and sweet, a bit like the sour plum juice from the previous life.
"Gudong, Gudong..." Chen Luo drank a bowl of Xingshen soup in a few mouthfuls. Seeing that Chen Luo liked it, Luo Hongnu was also happy in his heart and asked, "Uncle, do you like it?"
Chen Luo nodded: "I like it, it tastes good. It's a pity that I can't drink it every day."
Luo Hongnu's pretty face turned slightly red and she said, "If uncle likes it, I can write down a recipe later, and uncle can take it back and let the cook make it according to the recipe."
Chen Luo waved his hand: "No, no, this is your secret recipe, how can you let other people know it? If it is convenient, you can make more, and I will have someone come to you to get it."
Luo Hongnu nodded slightly: "Yes. It's just that this soup doesn't taste good after being stored for a long time. I'll make it next time and send it to my uncle."
Chen Luo responded casually. Anyway, he sent someone to pick it up and Luo Hongnu sent someone to deliver it. Anyway, he was an acquaintance, so he didn't need to be so polite, so he said, "I need to borrow the study room later."
"Uncle, do you still want to write an article today?"
"yes."
Chen Luo smiled at Luo Hongnu, looked at her beautiful eyes, and said, "I have to write every day! Those people say they are mean, but they actually like it in their hearts, but we can't live up to it!"
Luo Hongnu's heart trembled. From the moment Chen Luo smiled at her and looked into her eyes, she could no longer hear clearly what Chen Luo said. When Chen Luo's words reached her ears, she already looked like this——
"Every day I have...a busty...I love it...I can't live up to it..."
In an instant, Luo Hongnu's heart beat like a drum, her face turned red, and she whispered, "It's still... it's still daytime..."
Chen Luo was confused: "Is this divided into day and night? As long as you can sit down, that's fine!"
"Is it okay if you can do it?" Luo Hongnu immediately covered his face with his hands and said softly, "In the city... it's not good. I have a private courtyard in the peach blossom forest ten miles outside the city. It's very quiet..."
"Peach blossom forest?" Chen Luo was suddenly startled when he heard this word, "No, no, no, not there, just here, it's quiet here..."
Luo Hongnu's face was about to bleed: "This...here? Oops...it can't work..."
Luo Hongnu turned around and ran into the room.
Chen Luo was stunned, looked around, and said to himself: "It's really quiet here! Why not?"
…
Ten miles outside the city, there is a peach blossom forest.
This place was originally a place for people from Beijing to enjoy spring outings. It is now the early winter season, the peach blossoms have completely withered, and few people come. However, since they woke up early in the morning and ended early, the place has been bustling with people.
"In front of Huangshi Pagoda, the river is east of the river,"
"Spring light is lazy and sleepy, leaning against red."
"A cluster of peach blossoms blooms without an owner,"
"Lovely crimson loves light red."
A Confucian scholar recited Du Zimei's "Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers". After finishing the poem, a peach tree bloomed.
"April in the world is full of beauty,"
"The peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom."
"I always regret that I can't find my spring boudoir,"
"I don't know how to get involved in this."
After another poem was read, another peach tree bloomed.
"In this door last year today,"
"The peach blossoms on the human face complement each other in red."
"The human face is nowhere to be found,"
"Love and be loved."
…
The first peach blossom song sounded, and the peach blossoms on the trees were in full bloom. For a moment, the ten-mile peach forest was like early spring, full of blooming spring spirit.
Threads of green smoke curled up, and under the peach tree, countless people were seen in groups of three, kneeling in front of a square table, looking piously at the incense burner burning incense.
"Remember xx, xxx, xxx, even though they have different surnames, as brothers, we will work together to rescue the poor and help the people in danger; report to the country and help the common people; do not ask to be born in the same year, the same month and the same day..." After reading this, among the three people, One person looked at the table next to him and said, "Please keep your voice down!" The person at the next table nodded quickly.
"Go on." The man turned around and the three of them continued to read: "We don't want to be born in the same year, the same month and the same day, but we want to die in the same year, the same month and the same day. Being unjust and ungrateful, both heaven and man will kill each other!"
The three of them kowtowed heavily and unconsciously hummed a sworn tune that was said to have come from Wan'anbo Mansion——
"This bow..."
"The spring breeze brings me joy when I meet a close friend."
"The peach blossoms also reflect the altar with smiles."
"This bow..."
"We are generous in protecting the country and the country."
"Making great contributions and showing off your talents."
"Show your talents!"
"This bow..."
"Loyalty to the liver and righteousness to the bravery,"
"Adversity and adversity will never separate us!"
"This bow..."
"Life and death will never change,"
"Heaven, earth, sun and moon strengthen my mind!"
…
Kneeling on the ground, the three of them finished humming a tune, stood up, and looked at each other again. As expected, they became much more friendly.
"Big brother! Third brother!"
"Second brother, third brother!"
"Big brother, second brother!"
The three of them grabbed each other's arms and were about to express their feelings again when someone from behind came up and patted them: "Okay? Okay, give it a step, we still need to use this tree!"
"There are many trees, why do we need this one!"
“With more trees, there are more people!”
The man looked around and saw that there was an altar table and an incense burner under almost every tree in the peach blossom forest, and there were many people standing in line behind the books.
"Are they all here to worship?"
"Yes! No, there are still some I'm looking for."
Following the direction pointed out, I heard a friendly voice asking——
"Brother, do you want to become sworn brothers? Add me!"
"Two are missing one, two is missing one, I only recognize the eldest brother, whoever thinks he is qualified can come!"
"The team is led by a Confucian scholar in the realm of poetry, but he still needs a younger brother. He is in the lowest realm of writing. Someone can send a message!"
"Heterosexual sworn sworn sworn sworn sworn sworn sworn sworn sworn sworn friends. Listen clearly. You want someone of the opposite sex! Anyone of the opposite sex can come!"
This scene was observed from a distance by the monster spies who met by chance, recorded it, and sent it back to the monster——
"The human race is indestructible within itself. They compete to call each other brothers under the peach blossom tree. They don't seek to live together, but seek to die together. The fate of the human race is endless, and it is not suitable to be enemies of the human race!"
Hundreds of years later, this spy's memorial passed into the hands of the human race. Historians were so moved that they wrote a pen to record this moment and wrote a poem in praise:
"Life and death are the same under the peach blossom tree,"
"The bones are white and even the sinews and blood are red."
"Only my human race has great ambitions,"
"Dare to call the cold winter and the strong spring."
…
Wenchang Pavilion.
Yan Baichuan stared at the wisp of colorful red dust winding around his finger and frowned slightly.
He concentrated his mind and slowly separated a trace of Qi from the colorful red dust Qi. The Qi was so illusory that it seemed as if it did not exist. There were seven-colored light spots flickering inside.
This is the world of mortals that was born from reading "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", and it seems to be a little different from the previous world of mortals.
Yan Baichuan stretched out his other hand, and a wave of awe-inspiring righteousness wrapped around his fingers.
Yan Baichuan slowly brought the illusory worldly energy closer to Haoran's righteous energy until the two merged.
Immediately afterwards, Yan Baichuan shot out the awe-inspiring righteousness mixed with the illusory worldly energy, and landed it on a newly planted plum blossom branch.
I saw that the plum blossoms were slowly withering. Although the speed was very slow, with Yan Baichuan's eyesight, I found that the plum blossoms were indeed withering.
"This..." Yan Baichuan was completely shocked, "The rise and fall of the historian family?"
"No, it's much weaker than the Shijia's Rise and Decline Qi, but it does have the corrosive effect of time."
"The key is that this special ray of red dust energy can be integrated into Haoran's righteous energy, so that Haoran's righteous energy can also simulate the rise and fall of energy. Although the effect is different, it increases the corrosion of time."
Yan Baichuan was a little excited and stood up; "The biggest shortcoming of Confucian scholars in fighting against barbarians is that their attack power is not enough. It is difficult to kill or even injure the opponent with righteous attacks. And the historians are difficult to learn and master, so they want to use Haoran's righteousness It’s even more difficult to transform it into prosperity and decline energy.”
"If all Confucian scholars could have this special worldly energy and integrate it into righteous attacks..."
The more Yan Baichuan thought about it, the more excited he became: "Even for ordinary people, the martial arts attacks of red dust will have the effect of corrosion by time."
"What if someone only reads "Three Kingdoms" and only produces this kind of worldly atmosphere?"
Thinking of this, Yan Baichuan quickly returned to his desk and wrote -
"Qingzhu:"
"Is the northern front okay?"
"I have made a discovery today. I will write it down for you to see if it will be helpful to the battle in the northern winter..."
…
Chen Luo stretched out and drank the "sour plum juice" at hand.
The drinks were brought in by the maid. I asked the maid Luo Hongnu why she didn't come.
The maid said: I'm so embarrassed!
Chen Luo was baffled.
There's nothing to be ashamed of, it's just a study room.
Shaking his head, Chen Luo continued to write the second chapter of "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms": Zhang Yide whipped the postal supervisor angrily, and Uncle He Guo planned to kill the eunuch.
This chapter does not need to be mentioned by Zhang Fei. The main point is that Uncle He Guo and Yuan Shao discussed killing the ten permanent servants. Chen Ping suggested not to summon foreign ministers and kill them directly, but He Jin refused.
"He Jin laughed and said: 'This is a coward's opinion!' Someone nearby clapped and laughed and said: 'This matter is so easy, why bother to discuss it!' This is what Cao Cao is doing!"
"Exactly: If you want to eliminate the chaos on your side, you must listen to the wisdom of the wise people in the court. I don't know what Cao Cao said, but let me explain it below."
Putting down the pen, at this moment, even Chen Luo felt that this fragment of chapter was a bit reckless. He is worthy of being the ancestor of Broken Chapter.
I don't know how the old man Luo Guanzhong survived in that feudal society, but think about it, this old man was once an enemy of Zhu Yuanzhang, and finally lived to the age of seventy, he must have some tricks to save his life.
Chen Luo put the written paper into a special paper tube and knocked on the storage order. Xiao Qi jumped out of it, blindfolded.
"Grandpa, I didn't see anything about you and Sister Luo!"
"Don't make trouble, little girl, your thoughts are so complicated. Give this to your fourth grandfather!" Chen Luo handed the paper tube to Xiao Qi, who looked confused, "Grandpa, don't you give it to yourself?"
Chen Luo sighed: "I will hide here for a few more days, and you can make Fourth Grandpa feel at ease!"
Xiao Qi pouted: "Grandpa just wants to drive Xiao Qi away and be embarrassed with Sister Luo!"
"Who taught you these words?"
"Fat Grandpa said not to say it was him!"
Chen Luo frowned: "Ye Dafu!"
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