"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 covered by trees and branches is quiet and serene. Suddenly, a strong cold wind blew from a mountain stream, leaving fallen leaves all over the ground, adding a bit of gloom to the quaint building.

With a creak, the heavy door was pushed open, and dust fell from the ground.

Chu Feng, who was dressed in a thin robe, crossed the threshold, walked forward, and unconsciously came to the majestic old apricot tree. The stone tables and benches of the past are covered with dark dust, and they silently tell the bits and pieces of the past.

"It's been a long time since I've been back"

Chu Feng caressed the tabletop, and a flash of memory flashed in his eyes.

"Guan Zhu, Guo Jia, Cao Cao, brought"

Hu Erniang's cold voice sounded in the back.

Chu Feng didn't turn back, just stood like this.

After a while, two very different footsteps approached, one was light, ordinary people did not pay attention, could not hear it at all, a bit like a woman; A heavy and powerful person, who only listens to his voice and does not see his person, can imagine that the person who came is a person who is always in a high position.

"Meet the Lord, Immortal Blessing Eternal Enjoyment, Longevity and Heavenly Qi (Meet the Lord, Immortal Blessing Eternal Enjoyment, Longevity and Heavenly Qi)"

The two voices said in unison as if they had been discussed.

Chu Feng turned around and looked at the two kneeling people, Guo Jia, with a relaxed smile on his face, dressed in a moon-white robe, and a simple wooden hairpin strung with his hair, still with that pretentious and chic appearance.

Cao Cao, who is not amazing, is of average height, has a more serious expression, is dressed in splendid clothes, and kneels there quietly, without saying anything, but has his own atmosphere.

"Get Up"

Chu Feng stretched out his hand to support him, and the invisible power emanated, making Cao Cao and Guo Jia stand up involuntarily.

"Lord, during this time, I have built 140 Taoist temples, gathered 300,000 believers, and there are documents to prove it."

As soon as he got up, Cao Cao took out a thick paperwork in a serious manner.

After Chu Feng motioned for Hu Erniang to take it, Wu Zi took a few steps and said, "I've worked hard for you this time, this kind of thing, you can slow it down in the future, don't worry." By the way, if you have any wishes, you can tell the poor Tao that there is nothing you can refuse except eternal life. ”

Cao Cao was stunned when he heard it, and after half a ring, he came back to his senses before he said seriously: "Cao was rich and noble when he was young, he had no worries about food and clothing, and he was stronger than most people, which can be described as fortunate. ”

Listening to Cao Cao's slightly ostentatious words, a trace of curiosity rose in Chu Feng's heart, what made Cao Cao unable to do so.

", I've always wanted to be a poet!"

Cao Cao said with a serious expression.

As the most romantic hero of the Three Kingdoms at the end of the Han Dynasty, Cao Cao is a complex collection of cruelty and romance, he is not only the butcher who slaughtered the city and kills people, but also a poet who writes "white bones are exposed in the wilderness, and there is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles".

"Poet, yes, Poor Dao will let you be a poet once."

Chu Feng released the red jade scroll, and the clear light swayed, and the strange power emanated. Produces a huge glow that obscures everything.

Cao Cao's consciousness sank, time seemed to have passed a thousand years, Cao Cao raised his head and felt his brain groggy.

A wisp of evening sunset shone on his cheeks, and Cao Cao's consciousness was a little clearer, and he looked around, it was a strange room.

"Where is this?"

Cao Cao asked the same question as Diao Chan.

Suddenly, a strong consciousness surged up, Cao Cao covered his head and rolled up, after half an hour, his body was still twitching, gradually, consciousness recovered a little, Cao Cao's eyes widened.

It turned out that he went back to decades ago, when he was the lieutenant of northern Luoyang.

Looking at the bronze mirror in the corner, his young self, Cao Cao showed a look of surprise.

"Oh no, how can this be!"

Cao Cao suddenly found that his memory of marching and fighting and governing the country was blurred, and he couldn't think about it, and he had a terrible headache when he thought about it.

After a while, the memory of the afterlife was blurred, replaced by a large number of psalms.

"Leaving the grass on the plain, one year old and one withered. Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate. ”

"The young woman in the boudoir doesn't know how to worry, and she condenses her makeup on the green building in spring. Suddenly, I saw a strange willow color, and the penitent husband was looking for a marquis. ”

"If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan. Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable. ”

……

With one poem after another, the young Cao Cao became famous in the literary world early, although the popularity of this era is still four-word poetry, and in the literary world, poetry does not occupy the mainstream, Cao Cao still relied on the fountain-like literary thinking, burst out of thousands of poems, and forcibly brought the trend of poetry.

However, despite his fame in the literary world, Cao Cao's career has repeatedly encountered twists and turns, first offending the powerful and being at home.

Later, he succeeded in buying officials, but caught up with the outbreak of the Yellow Turban Rebellion, and led troops to attack the Yellow Turbans.

fled back to his hometown, and within a few years, because of his status in the literary world, he was recruited as an official again, but he didn't expect to encounter Dong Zhuo's change.

At Situ Wang Yun's family banquet, he was no longer the heroic person who raised his head and laughed and bluntly assassinated Dong Zhuo, but like other mediocre people, he scolded Dong Zhuo while drinking.

Soon, Dong Zhuo died under Wang Yun's beauty plan and discord, and as Wang Yun's supporter, Cao Cao was in the limelight for a while.

Later, the Xiliang army counterattacked, Cao Cao, as a civil official, was displaced from the Son of Heaven and almost starved to death, until Yuan Shao, who was sitting in Jizhou, decided to serve the Son of Heaven to order the princes, and he got rid of the embarrassment and became a decent civil official.

After that, he continued to rely on literary talent and lived under Yuan Shao's hands.

Decades later, he was dying, sitting on a flat boat, floating on the vast Yangtze River, thinking about the world that was still torn apart, and chanting the last poem with tears.

"The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes. Success or failure turns empty. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red ...... a few 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 hut with leaky winds, and the kind villagers buried him.

On his tombstone, three words were written.

"Anonymous"

In the Taoist temple, the light disappears.

Cao Cao, who has experienced a reincarnation, is already in tears.

"The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes. Success or failure turns empty. The green mountains are still there, the sunset is red several times, and the white-haired fishermen are on the river, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet. How many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking. ”