When you are carrying a heavy load and are exhausted, what should you leave behind and what should you hold on to?
Everyone has their own opinions on these issues, just like on the rugged mountains, everyone can choose their own path.
Easy or difficult.
On a rugged mountain road, Liu Bei looked around independently, surrounded by a vast mist, as if a heavy fog had spread over the entire world. Liu Bei remembered that he had fallen asleep, so now... is this a dream?
Liu Bei wanted to wave his hands, but it felt as if he had fallen into thick slurry, slowly and hard.
Well, it was indeed a dream.
Then, let's go and see what we can dream about.
Liu Bei slightly moved forward with some curiosity, but as soon as he reached the clouds and mist on the mountainside, he heard a series of rapid and thunderous horse hooves coming from behind!
The fear that had been hidden deep in his heart for these years suddenly revived with the familiar sound of horse hooves, and then spread uncontrollably, occupying his entire body in an instant, making his body extremely stiff.
wake up!
Wake up quickly!
Liu Bei tried to wake himself up in the dream, but he didn't know when the original mountain road had disappeared. The mountain fog was rolling in, and a city gate stood majestically in front of him.
No way to go!
Behind him, dozens or hundreds of cavalry on the official road, wearing full iron armor, were galloping towards them. The sound of their hooves was like thunder, and even the ground shook slightly...
The next moment, Liu Bei found himself lying in a pile of dead people.
The cavalry has gone away.
Liu Bei remembered that this was his first time pretending to be dead.
There are many people who pretend to be dead, but it can be recorded, but very few people are successful. It is not because there are few people who do this, or because it is not morally right, but because most of the people who pretend to be dead are ordinary people.
People. In the feudal era, most of the things ordinary people did had no value recorded in history.
The first person who was recorded as a successful case of pretending to be dead was Xiaobai.
The second one is classmate Li Guang.
The third one...
It seems to be myself.
Liu Bei lowered his head and looked down. He didn't know when his left foot was broken by a stone or a weapon. It was bleeding. But strangely, his leg didn't hurt. The pain was in his heart.
When Zhang Chun rebelled, Liu Bei boasted that he was brave and followed Liu Ziping in Pingyuan to fight against him. However, he was ambushed by Zhang Chun's rebels on the way and almost the entire army was wiped out...
Liu Bei was like this now, hiding among the dead and escaping.
This was Liu Bei's first time on the battlefield.
Liu Bei remembered that he left something behind in the pile of dead people...
In the wild, there are no wild animals.
In front of the hungry crowd, no matter how ferocious the tiger, leopard or bear is, he is still his younger brother.
There are no wild fruits, no grass roots and bark, but everything that can be eaten has been eaten. Hungry people are more terrible than locusts, because there are some things that locusts will not eat, but people will.
That year there was a severe drought in Yanzhou, so Cao Cao in Yanzhou had nothing to eat, so he began to eat in Xuzhou. And Xuzhou also suffered from a severe drought, and then encountered an insect plague, followed by a series of military disasters, and all the crops were almost in ruins.
It was desolate, there was no harvest everywhere, and people died of hunger everywhere.
Defeated.
Food and grass are cut off.
Either the whole army is defeated, or they can only eat one thing, and only one thing...
The meat in the pot was tumbling, and there were layers of blood foam. Some of the blood foam on the edge of the pot was scorched by the flames, turning black and purple, and exuding a strange smell.
Liu Bei stood by the pot and didn't say anything. He just took out the knife from his arms and pierced it on the piece of meat in the pot. He didn't care which part of the meat it was from, nor did he say whether the meat was hot or not, or even
Whether it's cooked or not, it's just biting and tearing, like a hungry beast gnawing at its prey...
Behind him are his brothers.
They take turns to come forward and eat meat.
The closest friendship in life is that we carried guns together, shared the same window, shared dirty laundry together, and visited prostitutes together.
Now there is one more one, and we have eaten meat together.
By the way, Liu Bei remembered it. He seemed to have lost something at that time. He dropped something into a pot or into a fire. Anyway, he can't find it now...
fire!
A little flame under the pot suddenly rose up into the sky and rushed toward Liu Bei.
Liu Bei woke up suddenly, but it was still dark. He listened carefully and found that the surroundings were quiet, with only the sound of wind and snoring.
This is still in the army, in Jiaozhi, and in front of the pass.
Liu Bei stood up and touched his forehead to see the sweat on his head.
"Brother...what's wrong?" The concerned voice behind him brought some warmth to Liu Bei's heart.
"It's okay, second brother..." Liu Bei said with a gentle smile, "It's okay..."
"It's just a pass, we will take it!" Guan Yu thought that Liu Bei was worried about the military, so he comforted him, "I see how tired the enemy army is, and they are no longer able to fight. We can take it in a few days!"
"Well..." Liu Bei patted Guan Yu on the shoulder.
Guan Yu's shoulders are still so honest, full of strength, and reassuring enough. "I'm just thinking about the third brother. The third brother should be here soon, right?"
Liu Bei and Guan Yu were in front, and Zhang Fei was behind. This is of course an old method, but it is still effective.
Guan Yu nodded and said: "I guess it's about the same..."
Liu Bei stood up, stopped Guan Yu from getting up, and said, "My second brother still needs to supervise the battle tomorrow. It's still early, so I'd better rest for a while... I'm going to patrol the camp. I'll come back when I go..."
Liu Bei opened the tent door and looked around.
The sky is like a canopy, and the surrounding mountains are like a stew pot.
And he was standing in this pot.
It's like that piece of meat that rises and falls.
……~囗____肉____囗~……
There are others who are also thinking of the old method...
The night is dark.
The surrounding black is like thick grease, staining everywhere, soaking into all people and things, even the spirit is soaked together.
Perhaps it was because he had been lying down so much during this period that Cao Cao had no intention of sleeping.
Cao Cao stood in the courtyard, in the dark night, and was silent for a long time. Then he held his hands empty and raised them high, as if he was holding an invisible knife.
The north wind roared past, making a sound that sounded like crying or angry roaring in the sky above.
Cao Cao took a step forward slightly, and then lowered his hands, like a sword in the void slashing at the enemy in front of him, and as if he was trying to cut through the boundless darkness.
One knife, another knife.
The surroundings were still black and endless, as if it had been like this forever and would not change. Even though Cao Cao had already made more than ten cuts, except for Cao Cao himself who was slightly out of breath, there was no other change.
The wind is still wind, and the mountains are still mountains.
The nobles are still the nobles, and their methods are still the same old methods.
Resign from office and incite the people.
Just like back then.
It's just that Cao Cao was on the side of the nobles back then. At that time, he also believed that it was the emperor who was wrong, the generals who made mistakes, and the eunuchs who were corrupt. The sons of the nobles were all clean and just, and they spoke out for the sake of the world...
…
But now, Cao Cao just wants to say, it's all bullshit!
Cao Cao slashed with both hands, and the big sleeves of his robe were blown up by the wind, flying like butterflies in the night wind.
One knife, one step further.
Go further and chop it with a knife.
Walking this road turned out to be so difficult.
Every step you take requires a cut.
Overcoming thorns and thorns.
There are thorns all around.
"Who is it?" Cao Cao slashed with his sword, as if he was asking Beifeng, but also as if he was asking himself, "Who is it? Leaked the news?!"
The north wind whizzed by, sending out a burst of sneer.
There was silence around the courtyard, and no one responded. No one would give Cao Cao an answer.
Cao Cao knew that the matter of him pretending to be injured and dead could not be concealed for long, but he did not expect that it would be exposed in such a short period of time...
At the same time, Man Chong's actions seemed to have been exposed from the beginning, so that many large gentry families in Jizhou were on guard. They either transferred their personnel and assets, or simply fled with their families, so that Cao Cao could only occupy those
Land, but not much harvest.
Of course, in a sense, Cao Cao has initially achieved his goal, which is to resettle the people who migrated from Jingzhou. These large families either died or fled, which freed up a lot of space for these Jingzhou people.
.
But this is not enough...
Cao Cao's original plan was to be like the Cavalry General Fei Qian, clean and neat, able to have face and dignity, and then these big nobles in Jizhou would have to lower their heads to plead, beg, surrender, and beg for mercy, instead of now
Like this, have anal sex with him!
Why is this happening?
In the dark night, there seemed to be countless enemies standing around, staring at Cao Cao and sneering.
Bachelor of Agriculture? Bachelor of Engineering?
Cao Cao was chopping in vain.
I'm using it too, why isn't it as useful as the Hussar?
The enemy in the void seemed to fall down, while the opponent in reality stood up.
Countless roars rang out, and people gathered outside the General's Mansion. The tall old man stood at the front with his gray beard shaking, as if he was dedicating the last light and heat in his life to justice...
…
However, in fact, it is because of two hundred dollars a day.
Double the amount for the elderly and half the amount for women and children.
Life and death are determined by destiny.
Xun Yu and other Yingchuan gentry disciples all tried to intercept and dissuade him, but the effect was not good.
Because I only have 300 yuan to go back to, and if I stay here for five days, I have 1000 yuan. If I throw away the food and drink expenses, I can also leave hundreds of spare money for my family. Which one is more and which one is less? There is no need to say more.
.
It seems that there are always some problems with my plans.
That's been it from the beginning.
Cao Cao recalled the first action, the first "military operation" that he, Yuan Shao and Yuan Shu took together in the woods.
The goal is to steal the bride.
Because there are only three people, Cao Cao and the Yuan brothers, everything needs to be prepared and planned.
The plan went smoothly from the beginning, and it was indeed implemented according to the planned steps.
The guards escorting the bride were diverted by Yuan Shao, and the people surrounding the bride's car were attacked and disrupted by Cao Cao. Naturally, the bride succeeded...
But no matter how good the plan is, there will be oversights.
That time, if anything was missed, it was the bride's weight.
It was so heavy that Yuan Shu could not carry it.
If the warm-scented nephrite is too heavy, it will not be a fragrant thing, but will become a burden.
Even though he abandoned his bride halfway, Yuan Shu, who had exhausted too much energy, was caught up and caught.
Of course, there won’t be much later. The young master is just joking. No lives were lost. All he needs is a few bucks. Everyone has a good time. The bride can even claim that she is related to Mr. Yuan, one of the four young masters of Luoyang.
Having skin-to-skin contact is a different kind of glory. Just like some men and women in later generations, laughing and saying that they have been played by that star, that young man, that rich woman, saying that you can play with the rest, it is your "server"
gas.
There was a hint of smile on Cao Cao's lips, but it quickly disappeared.
The only friend who was with him back then is still walking on the road now. In a certain sense, the one he stepped on with his left foot was Yuan Shu, and the one he stepped on with his right foot was Yuan Shao. It was precisely because he stepped on the two Yuan,
He had just climbed to this position halfway up the mountain.
Cao Cao stood in the night, staring at his invisible opponent and looking at himself in the past.
On this rugged mountain road of life, every step is a step, a hurdle, and a pit that we have passed through. Looking back on the past is to re-examine those pits and pits, the joys and sorrows, the separation and death of wives and children.
Guilt, helplessness, sadness, injustice, hatred, countless emotions gathered together under the pressure of the thick night, as if they were trying to make Cao Cao's body shorter and shorter.
Heavy mental oppression can easily make people collapse and get lost. Giving up everything can also make people feel like being forged. The more painful it is, the sharper it becomes.
Cao Cao raised his head, and his originally unfocused pupils gradually returned to normal. He smiled slightly, as if he was facing someone in the void and said softly: "Want to see?"
"Then I'll kill it for you to see!"
After saying this, Cao Cao continued to take a step forward, raising his hands high, as if he was holding a heavy sword in the air. That one he often used on the battlefield, that familiar sword, slashed
Toward the nothingness in front of you.
"kill!"
……(╬￣ Pan￣)刂……
Sleepless nights.
Wandering alone.
Liu Xie stood on the balcony of the palace, looking at the lights and shadows outside the palace. His long robe, long sleeves, and cloak were fluttering in the cold wind. There was a faint look of fatigue between his brows.
Liu Xie thought he could, but when everything really started to move, he realized that he actually had no control over everything. Sitting on the throne seemed to be overlooking the world, and then he discovered that in fact, everyone in the world was unable to control it.
Not looking at him, as if he didn't exist.
If you can't see through it, it just exists.
Being unable to let go is a burden.
Liu Xie thought he had seen through it, but in fact he had not. He thought he had let it go, but in fact he had not. So these existences and these burdens were like pouring a lot of gravel into his chest and abdomen, and then grinding and irritating his body.
The pain in his heart, liver, and intestines made him unbearable and unable to sleep.
"Illusions... lies..."
Everything seems fake.
Even what his father said was false.
His father told him that as long as he grew up happily and peacefully, that would be all.
His grandma told him that as long as he grew up carefree and disease-free, he would be fine.
His father is the most powerful man in the world, and his grandmother is the most powerful woman in the world. In his own little world, he is so pampered and gets everything he wants, which makes him forget what happened to his mother.
Anyway, he had never met his mother, so the young Liu Xie naturally had no impression of his mother.
Life is full of sunshine, the fragrance of flowers, the sweetness of food, and free play and happiness.
Everything is beautiful, everything seems to be just like what his father and grandma said...
His relatives shouldn't lie to him, right?
However, the real world suddenly bursts through the illusory film...
The cold blade, the chaotic screams, the hot blood, all illusions were broken at that moment, and then the coldness, cruelty, and helplessness of reality were revealed.
"The Master said, "A gentleman has no weapons"... Haha... A disciple, but he said that he is a gentleman, haha, haha..."
The dark night is long, just like life.
On the rugged mountain road, there is a pit every step of the way. Every time you fall, you will be injured all over your body, with blood and flesh bruised and unbearable pain.
But what can be done?
Just lie down?
Or get up and face the next pit?
Liu Xie looked back, and it seemed that under every pit behind him there was some flesh and blood, some residual souls, some of his own and some of others.
The first naughty, lively, sharp-tongued child has died in a certain pit. The one standing here now is silent. He has gradually learned to ignore whatever he sees or hears.
An animated middle-aged man.
That's right, the boy who was supposed to be reckless, a good middle school student, and fearless also died in the pit.
Lying next to the young man was a young man holding an unformed baby in his arms.
The only ones who can still get up are middle-aged.
Or...
Only old age remains.
Previously, Liu Xuejie was angry because he had no meat to eat, felt humiliated by a few smelly bones, and was saddened by seeing death. But now, Liu Xuejie sat quietly and looked at it, like a sculpture without emotion.
He also looks more and more like what others want him to become in the past few years.
Heaven and earth are unkind.
What about the emperor? The emperor must also be unkind.
In the night, Liu Xie looked up at the endless sky, with a slightly sarcastic smile on his face, "Since nothing I hope for can be achieved...then how can I say that the emperor is here?"
Emperor, such an emperor...hehe, hehe..."
Cao Cao was not dead, not even slightly injured.
This was the outcome Liu Xie least expected to see, and this was exactly what happened.
Fortunately, Liu Xie chose to be cautious at that time and did not do anything unusual. Otherwise, it would not only be those people in Jizhou who died now, but there might also be one more, or several more, lying at the bottom of the pit...
Heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as stupid dogs.
The sky is watching the chaos in the world, and is calmly watching generations of people walking, falling, or getting up again and again. It doesn't care whether people are loyal or rebellious, and it won't even change because of screams and curses.
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The Son of Heaven should also behave in this way, being aloof and accustomed to life and death, having no sorrow, no joy, no worries.
He is the emperor, but he is also Liu Xie.
He was learning to be the emperor, and then in the dead of night, he suddenly looked back and saw those young men and women who were bloody and bloody at the bottom of the pit, still struggling, but the more they struggled, the more painful they became...
Standing on a high-rise building, it seems that you are just one step away from reaching the sky. The sky seems within reach, as if it is only one step away.
It seems that it is just one step away.
It is easy to lower one's head, but difficult to raise one's head. When one lowers one's head, one can see all kinds of beauty and beauty, but one can see nothingness and endless confusion when one raises one's head.
Every time you take a step upward, you find that there is still one more step to go.
And every step is as difficult as climbing to the sky...
