Mr. Zuo?

Do you still know Cao Cao?

Cao Yi immediately thought of a celebrity in the late Han Dynasty, Zuo Ci, who, like Yu Ji he met before, was also an immortal in the late Han Dynasty.

In the original work, compared to the Nanhua Immortal who only appeared once on the side, and Yu Ji, who flashed like a meteor, appeared very frequently, and I didn't expect him to take action to prevent Cao Cao from unifying the world.

"A few years ago, he was still an ordinary alchemist, but after a few years, with a little means, he could treat the old man's 5,000 elite horsemen and dozens of generals as nothing, and Mr. Zuo's encounter was beyond the reach of the old man."

Cao Cao's voice sounded again.

There was a hint of envy in his voice.

Although he has the power of the world, he is only a mortal, and sooner or later he will become a pile of dry bones.

Zuo Ci is not, the magic of heaven and earth creation, it is not impossible for him to become an immortal for a long time.

Zuo Ci didn't answer Cao Cao's words, looked at Cao Yi with blazing eyes, and said: "The method of clouds and rain, the old man has only seen it in the classics left by the ancient qi practitioners, your cultivation is not as good as the old man, but you can do it, it's really incredible." ”

"It's not easy for the seniors to borrow the east wind."

Cao Yi replied with a smile.

Zuo Ci let out a soft snort in his nostrils: "Old decay is just borrowing the east wind, how can it compare to your power to directly change the heavens and the earth." ”

That night, he was casting a spell to fuel the fire with a strong wind, when suddenly lightning and thunder roared, torrential rain poured in, and the wind continued.

He also thought that he had angered the heavens, and after leaving, he was very uneasy, and the next day he arrested a Cao Jun for interrogation, only to know that a mysterious monk had come that night.

Cao Yi smiled and did not speak.

Zuo Ci said again: "Shicai is in Changsaka Slope, the old and decayed soil practice method has been broken by your beginner's wood practice method, although the wood is born to overcome the soil, with your age, you can have such a high wood line attainment, it can be regarded as a terrible future life." ”

"Controlling the clay figurines from a distance of several miles, it is also rare for the old man to have this physical strength."

Cao Yi replied.

Seeing that the two of them were talking endlessly, Zhang Fei on the Yang Bridge let out a soft snort!

It seemed that he had just noticed Zhang Fei, and Zuo Ci said loudly: "General Zhang can trust the old man, so he will hand over this place to the old man, and rest assured that he will go south with Liu Yuzhou." ”

The famous Zuo Ci, Zhang Fei naturally believed it, thanked him, and hit the horse down the Dangyang Bridge. After a while, it disappeared into the woods.

In this way, between Cao Yi and Zuo Ci, in addition to the rolling and flowing Fuzhang River, there is only a lonely Dangyang Bridge left.

After a confrontation, Cao Yi asked: "Why did the predecessors have to prevent Prime Minister Cao Cheng from unifying the world?" ”

Zuo Ci glanced at Cao Cao coldly and said, "Slaughtering the city and digging graves, such a person is not worthy of unifying the world." ”

That's the reason again!

Alas, what Cao Cao did was too much, and even cultivators couldn't stand it.

Cao Yi sighed secretly.

Zuo Ci didn't seem to want to push too hard, and said: "The old man took a step back, gambled with you, won two wins in three games, you won, the old man will no longer assassinate Cao Cao, the old man wins, you can't wait to chase Liu Yuzhou, three months later, the decisive battle against Chibi." ”

I can't do this by myself.

Cao Yi turned his head to look at Cao Cao.

Cao Cao pondered for a moment, looked at Zuo Ci on the other side, and said in a deep voice: "How do you make the old man believe in you?" ”

Zuo Ci sneered and said: "Old man asks himself, he has never broken his trust in others, but it is you Cao Cao, how many times have you not believed in your words." ”

It seemed that he was used to hearing this kind of words, and Cao Cao's expression did not change at all. After thinking for a while, he nodded and said, "The old man promised to gamble."

See Cao Cao's consent.

Cao Yi asked: "What is the first game?" ”

Zuo Ci patted the guzheng he was holding and said, "Musical instrument"

Musical instrument!

The long-honed tide song of the sea can finally come in handy.

Cao Yi nodded: "Okay"

Zuo Ci sat down cross-legged, put the guzheng across his lap, and a pair of old hands gently crossed the strings.

The notes like the tinkling of spring water floated out, like a drizzle hitting plantains, and there was no sound in the distance, and the quiet listening was still in the ears.

Seeing this, Cao Yi opened the lid of the purple gold red gourd, pretended to put his hand into his sleeve, and felt out a long flute.

This long flute was made by himself when he was in the valley of Xiangyang City before, using the method of making flute that he learned from others on the way south.

Compared with those refined flutes brought from modern times, there is a big difference in appearance.

Put the flute on your lips and play it gently, and the quiet sound of the flute sounds, trickling and soft, like the curling mist floating in the early morning, as if a piece of wind can cut it.

Across a river, a modern Taoist priest, an ancient monk, a zither and a flute, just like the Boyazi period. In fact, it was a prelude to the Great War.

On the other side, Zuo Ci's eyes were slightly closed, his expression was calm, and one after another aura poured from his fingertips into the guzheng.

Then, a qi blade containing surging power jumped from the top of the guzheng, like a dragon and a tiger, with a roaring sound, and pounced on Cao Yi across a river. The strong wind brought out made waves.

On the riverside, Cao Yi, who was fluttering in his clothes, and played the song of the tide of the sea, also caused a change.

The river that was originally rolling and flowing, as if it had been struck by an invisible hand from the sky, rolled up turbid waves several meters high. Those who don't know think they have encountered a strong wind.

The river wasn't that wide, and in the blink of an eye, the two collided together. Higher waves erupted.

All of a sudden, the two sides of the strait were like a sudden heavy rain, and the rain fell from the sky.

Except for Zuo Ci and Cao Yi, everyone fell into the river.

Tentative encounters, no winners or losers.

Zuo Ci frowned slightly, and played the guzheng again.

This time, it was no longer an air blade, but an almost physical long sword, more than three feet long, and the sword body glowed with a terrifying cold glow under the afternoon sun.

Cao Yi continued to play the Canghai Chaosheng song, which was different from Zuo Ci's foley incarnation, and the Canghai Chaosheng song was known for its spiritual attack.

A distant sound of flute floated, Zuo Ci was affected, saw the sea, and saw a flat boat drifting on the sea. I saw Cao Yi standing by the wind above.

He himself somehow, on a damp reef.

Everything seems very real.

"Where is this?"

Half-ringing, Zuo Ci asked.

No one responded, only the sound of the flute surrounded.

I don't know how long it took, a long sword slashed through the whole world. The sea is gone, the boat is gone, and the Cao Yi on it is gone.

Everything is back to normal!

The sword he sent out was shooting towards Cao Yi's eyebrows.

Seeing this scene, he was not surprised, this young man was already far from him, and he had consumed a lot of spiritual energy on the Nagasaka slope just now.

Then, 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 indifferently: "The first game is a draw." ”

While Zuo Ci nodded, he looked at Cao Yi, and finally stopped at the gourd on Cao Yi's waist.