In September of the thirteenth year of Jian'an, the early arrival of the autumn wind made the grass and trees in the land of Jingxiang wither.

Outside Jingcheng, next to the Han River, a tall and burly young man was looking at the surging Han River in the autumn tide at night, and his heart was beating non-stop.

The Han River in front of him is wide and turbulent, with no bridges and no boats; The autumn rain is dense overhead, and the forest is as cold as iron.

The cold rain mixed with the filthy mud tore at the boy's wounds in excruciating pain.

He couldn't help but shudder, gulping in the blood-smelling cold air.

His name is Guan Ping, he is sixteen years old this year, and he has just escaped from a Shura field called Nagasakapo.

A month ago, Jingzhou Mu Liu Biao died of illness, and his unassertive son secretly surrendered to Cao Cao under the persuasion of everyone, and directly sold Liu Bei, who was stationed in Xinye.

Liu Bei was angry and anxious, but he couldn't bear to attack Liu Cong, who was cowering in Xiangyang City, so he had to cross the river with his people, trying to take the people to the distant Jiangling to take refuge.

The ideal is plump, but the reality is very cruel.

Cao Cao has always been full of respect for Liu Bei, and this respect makes him have to kill Liu Bei.

He personally led the army south, and finally caught up at Changbanpo, although Zhao Yun and Zhang Fei's performance in this battle can be called a god, but Liu Beijun still suffered a heavy blow.

Now there are only a few hundred people left to desperately break through the siege and flee to the edge of the Han River, waiting for Guan Yu, who had led the naval army to Jiangling before, to turn back and respond.

If the messenger who delivered the letter could arrive on time, Guan Yu could also rescue in time, and they would still have the last chance of life.

But if Guan Yu can't arrive in time......

The last of Liu Beijun's men and horses were all trapped in the icy rain, and as long as Cao Jun caught up, they would definitely die.

The night was long, and many men who had fought fiercely for a day finally couldn't bear to fall asleep one after another, but as a son of man, Guan Ping couldn't sleep anyway.

He paced incessantly by the river, his legs stuck in the cold water, but his heart became more and more restless.

You have to catch up, you have to catch up!

The river was ruthless, and the miserable white waves ignored Guan Ping's boredom and gathered into a clump of white flowers at his feet.

If this vision could still arouse Guan Ping's interest in the past, but the situation was critical, Guan Ping only felt that this white wave was indescribably annoying.

In his frustration, he angrily kicked Jiang Shui.

This was one of the most common actions by the river, but in the next second, the snow-white waves suddenly burst, and Guan Ping suddenly felt that the world was spinning, and he couldn't help but fall into the rolling waves.

Not good!

Is it an undercurrent?

Guan Ping was shocked and was about to struggle desperately,

Fortunately, the feeling of the world spinning quickly disappeared, and he felt his feet firmly on the solid ground again.

Fortunately, it was not washed away.

Guan Ping calmed down, but when he saw everything in front of him clearly, he was suddenly so shocked that he couldn't say a word.

This is, where is this?

What about Jiang?

The surging Han water of the autumn tide is gone, replaced by a narrow and cramped corridor.

The corridor was silent, only a dim glimmer of light was shining overhead, Guan Ping looked up blankly, only to see that the golden glow was locked in a round crystal cover, which was very different from the ordinary oil lamp.

His heart was pounding, and he said that the master here was so extravagant, and he used this unheard-of treasure as a lamp, could it be......

No, no, no, no matter where he is, I have to hurry back!

Guan Ping hurriedly fumbled back, his fingers touching the wall, and a huge attraction dragged him into the wall.

After a strong whirlwind, he returned to the cold wind and stood in the knee-high river.

It rained all the time.

Liu Beijun, who was on the run, leaned against each other in the cold wind, and the snoring was mixed with painful moans and slight crying.

Cao Jun will come back at any time, and Zhang Fei, Zhao Yun, Elfang and others are all seizing the time to rest.

Only Liu Bei was still standing on the riverside.

The darkness covered the tiredness on the dark face of this battle-hardened elder, and the cold wind blew his sleeves flying, and this mighty and unyielding figure in Guan Ping's impression made people unbearable to look at in the moonless cold night.

Guan Ping slowly stood up, wanting to go to Liu Bei's side and say something.

But after thinking about it, an adventurous thought suddenly occurred in his heart.

If it weren't for my dream, I might as well go there and search carefully, looking for the owner.

If his heart is for the Han family, maybe he will take us in.

It won't be worse than it is now, anyway.

Determined, Guan Ping immediately flew up and kicked on the rolling white waves.

In the next moment, the sky swirled again, and Guan Ping's body was thrown high like a cloud, and after a while, he stepped on the ground again.

Seeing the narrow and cramped corridor in front of him again, Guan Ping finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not a dream, that's easy.

He was about to call out to find his master, when he heard an angry roar not far away.

Strange to say, this voice is very different from the words Guan Ping has heard in his life, but Guan Ping can understand what he is saying in his heart.

Seeing that there was a door not far away, and there was a faint light coming through, Guan Ping secretly offended in his heart, gently approached the door, and carefully looked at the movement in the room through the crack in the door.

The furnishings in this room are quite strange, and the seats are not visible, but they are all high tables and tall stools, which are very different from the furnishings of Middle-earth.

Inside, a fat man and a thin man, kept walking around, only to hear the fat man shouting:

"Chief Han is as kind to me as a mountain, and now that the devil has arrived by the Yellow River, you want me to surrender? Dream big! Huang Laosi, if you weren't my brother-in-law Jia Liangcai, I would ...... I ......"

The fat man spun back and forth angrily, and then pointed to the wall and roared:

"Look at that three-eight big cover? That's what Lao Tzu snatched back from Xifengkou back then! Back then, I was not afraid of a big knife in my hand, but now that Lao Tzu has a gun, I am waiting for Chief Han to give an order to kill the devil.

If you say surrender again, Lao Tzu will kill you first! ”

Guan Ping looked in the direction of his finger, and sure enough, he saw a strange weapon hanging on the wall that he had never seen before.

At first glance, the weapon looked like a spear, but why did the tail make it look like this?

He didn't understand what devils and 38 big covers, and he couldn't figure out where this was for a while, but he only knew that the master here might have to go into battle to kill ghosts.

Hey, if he's willing to contain me, I'll help him kill the enemy.

The thin man named Huang Laosi had a bitter look on his face, and said helplessly: "Brother-in-law, to tell you the truth, Chief Han is ready to run away." ”

"You fart!"

"How can I lie to you, I have a brother-in-law who is the brother-in-law of Chief Han's adjutant.

He said that Chief Li transferred the two artillery battalions of Chief Han, and Chief Han was furious, and he was going to run away, and the provincial capital was gone.

How many brothers did you die in order to grab a 38 cover when you were the most brave and brave? Now that I've been a warden for four years, I have a few jailers under him, how do you want to fight? Even if you are clever with a big knife, can you beat Master Guan Yuguan? His old man is invincible, hasn't he been killed by Sun Quan for almost 2,000 years?

Now the little devil is unstoppable, if you don't hide the 38 big cover, be careful that your sister will be affected! ”

What?

When Guan Ping heard this, his eyes suddenly darkened.

But before he could ask, the fat man had already jumped up.

"You fart! You know!

I know Zhou Dahuang, the author of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", and he personally told me that the singing in the troupe was fake.

Master Guan did not die, and in the end, Shu Han was prosperous, Master Guan was crowned King Wu'an, Zhuge Liang was crowned King Langya, and others also sealed the king.

You insulted Chief Han first, and then insulted Master Guan, I have to beat you to death today! ”

As he spoke, he pressed the Huang Si on the table and punched him.

The more Guan Ping listened, the more strange he became.

Although these two people said completely different things, talking about their father, Mr. Kong Ming and others was like talking about their predecessors.

Before that, Huang Si also said that his father was killed by Sun Quan for 2,000 years?

Don't...... Is this the underworld possible?

Guan Ping didn't have time to think about it, he touched the ring knife hanging from his waist, and hurriedly pushed the door in to ask what was going on.

At this moment, Huang Si had already been pressed on the table, and the fat man punched down, making him cry wolf.

Seeing someone push the door in, he subconsciously cast his gaze over.

Seeing that Guan Ping was dressed in coarse linen clothes, straw sandals, a long knife hanging from his waist, and his dirty long hair was tied up in a bun and hung on the back of his head, Huang Sisi was overjoyed.

"Taijun save me! I am a great good citizen! ”

Guan Ping: ???