To the southeast of the Han Dynasty, Nongzhou, on the bank of Tianjiang River, is Lujiang Prefecture.
Lujiang Prefecture is located in the middle of Anhui Province, bordering Chaohu Lake in the north, the Yangtze River in the south, the Dabie Mountains in the west, and the Yellow (Pi) and Bai (Lake) lakes in the east. Five hills.
Lujiang Prefecture has four distinct seasons, with cold winters and hot summers, mild spring and autumn, abundant sunshine, a long frost-free period, and distinctive plum rain characteristics. It is a romantic place that easily makes people sentimental, sad for autumn and sad for spring.
Most of Nongzhou, and even most of the southeast, was nominally the territory of the Wu Dynasty.
However, the Lujiang Mansion belonged to the Zhou family, one of the eight kings in the southeast, and it only paid taxes regularly to the "imperial court", which was actually the Wusun family.
When the Yellow Turban storm swept across the world, the southeast and even Lujiang Prefecture were no safer than other places.
Even though the Zhou family asked for help many times, the Wusun family still used various excuses to evade it. They were like mud bodhisattvas crossing the river, and they could not protect themselves!
Not only the Great Wu Dynasty, but also the Great Wei Empire, the Great Shu Dynasty, the Yuan Clan in Yinzhou, the Northwest Qiang Mo and other places were all covered by Yellow Turbans.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is a deliberate act of laissez-faire by the top forces.
Obviously, if their sphere of influence is very peaceful and safe, are they colluding with the Yellow Turban thieves?
Even if there is no collusion, then it is time to send troops to rescue and suppress the bandits everywhere!
Therefore, yellow turban thieves are everywhere, everyone is very busy, everyone is busy with their own things!
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Lujiang Prefecture, Tangchi County.
Tangchi County has green mountains, beautiful waters, beautiful lakes, waterfalls, strange flowers, precious trees, ancient stones, hanging cliffs, and scenery that is famous all over the world. It is a fairyland on earth.
The Great Wusun Clan had no time to rescue the Lujiang Mansion, so the Zhou Clan had no choice but to save themselves. That was their territory. Who knows whether the Great Wusun Clan deliberately wanted to weaken the Eight Kings? How about taking the opportunity to unify?
The Yellow Turban storm was set off, with howls all over the land and beacon smoke billowing, gradually approaching Tangchi, a paradise on earth.
On this day, Exiled Immortal Cliff...
A Yellow Turban Army, about 50,000 to 60,000 strong, was scraping everywhere and overflowing with oil and water, stretching for more than ten miles, entering Tangchi in a mighty manner.
Tangchi is a fairyland on earth, but it is a vast area with few people and no rich gathering place.
This Yellow Turban Army has actually made enough money and wants to hide in Tangchi, become the king of the mountain, and enjoy life...
Not only this Yellow Turban Army, countless thieves and bandits, countless Yellow Turban Army, all have this idea. From the king to the pawn, no one is optimistic about it, and it is getting more and more infamous. The Yellow Turban Army is about to become a rat on the street. Smart people will make arrangements in advance. Good way out.
"Ding ding dong dong..."
As soon as this Yellow Turban Army entered Banxian Cliff, there was a sound of musical instruments chiming in the empty valley.
The sound of the piano lingers in the mountains and forests, echoes in the cliffs and valleys, like the cry of orioles in an empty valley, like the sound of flowing water in the mountains, like the lamentation of a resentful woman, like the sound of an iron horse with a golden sword...
It's both up and down, it's a dream or an illusion, it's the sound of nature, it's the magic sound...
The Yellow Turban Army, which was originally filled with longing and joy, began to appear in chaos. More and more soldiers' eyes turned red and their breathing quickened!
The strong men of the Yellow Turban Army quickly locked onto the source of the sound, only to see five figures standing on the top of the cliff towering into the clouds.
The first person...
Sitting cross-legged on the boulder, under the welcoming pines, with the guqin across his knees, he played and enjoyed himself leisurely, gracefully and freely.
This man has a face like a crown of jade and facial features as carved as a crown. He is extremely handsome without losing his heroic spirit. He is so handsome that it makes people dazzling. He is simply the most perfect work of art in the world and makes people jealous.
It's a pity that this person is wearing a fiery red brocade robe. If he changes into a white shirt, it would be typical...
The direct immortal has descended to earth!
In all directions of this person, there are four beautiful beauties with beautiful faces and fluttering robes. They are surrounded by green beads and yet elegant and simple. They are either charming, pure, sophisticated, or gorgeous. They can be called spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums.
The five people, together with the quiet and beautiful scenery, form an intoxicating picture of the birth of the immortal into the world!
"Young Master Zhou, my lord does not want to be an enemy of the Zhou family. He went to the mountain this time just to choose a place to live in seclusion!"
Seeing this person, the leader of the Yellow Turban God General's eyelids twitched and he said in a deep voice. After a pause, he shouted loudly:
"If we know the truth, we will never offend the river..."
Zhou Yu, the young patriarch of the Zhou family in this generation, is also the only person in the direct line of the Zhou family in this generation. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is an only son.
There is no way, the Zhou family in this generation is sparsely populated.
Therefore, the Zhou family was very suspicious that the Wusun family's evasion was because they wanted to take the opportunity to destroy the Zhou family.
Fortunately, Zhou Yu and Sun Ce, Sun's legitimate son, had known each other since childhood and had an irreversible relationship, which allowed Zhou to tolerate it for the time being.
"Ding ding dong dong..."
Unfortunately, Zhou Yu seemed not to have heard anything, and continued to amuse himself by playing the music, and began to sing with a voice as beautiful as nature:
"The wind is rustling, the water is vast, the evening clouds are gray and the yellow geese are singing coldly. Outside the setting sun, the waves are rolling and rolling eastward. The words are strong.
How difficult it is to rush into the sea, the strong wind and rocks will block the return journey. Go south, wave your hand, and go straight to the sea.
Asking about life, sighing about the beautiful years, time will pass and I and the flowers will fade away. I raise my glass drunk and sing to the moon, with thousands of knots in my heart broken by the cold sound.
The long river is running fast, and the great ambitions are hard to achieve, and the sorrow is overwhelming. There are few close friends, and the tears are returned. Who can listen to the broken strings and residual music?
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People are like immortals, their voices are like the sounds of nature, and their harps are like the sounds of magic.
When the wind whistles, there is a strong wind howling.
The water is vast, and there are waves across the sky.
Outside the setting sun, there is the setting sun.
The waves are surging and there are huge waves roaring.
If you have few close friends, you will be lonely and heartbroken.
If you shed tears in return, you will have despair in life.
"Ah, ah, ah..."
More and more roars, roars, and shouts sounded in the cliff valley and merged into one.
Swords and swords flash, flesh and blood fly!
In the Yellow Turban Army that stretched for more than ten miles, more and more people began to go crazy and started to raise their butcher knives at the people around them...
And the endless killing intent that changes in sound waves...
Before the song ended, bright red blood spread out, dyeing the beautiful mountains and forests red!
"Kill him..."
The leading yellow turban god general was furious, roared, and rushed out as fast as a whirlwind, his spear like lightning, pointing directly at Zhou Yu.
Three miles...
One mile...
100 meters...
With the power of the Yellow Turban God General, this distance can be reached in just a few breaths!
"Chi..."
The four beauties with charming smiles have a cold glow on their waists, their clothes are fluttering, and their bodies are dancing like butterflies, which makes people mesmerized!
The harsh sounds that broke through the air merged into a line, and one can imagine the high level of tacit understanding.
The yellow turban general stared at Zhou Yu ferociously and was stunned...
It was torn apart and blood spilled across the sky!
Instant kill!
The four beauties returned to their original places in an instant, not missing an inch. They were still smiling sweetly and staring at their young master with their beautiful eyes, as if they had done nothing...
"Well……"
The four yellow turban generals who rushed in followed him and paused, their expressions changing.
"Walk……"
The music of the piano became more and more urgent, and the singing became more and more frightening. The four yellow scarf gods looked at each other and decided...
escape!
Zhou Yu ignored the four escaped generals and continued to amuse himself.
The four beauties were still looking at Zhou Yu in fascination.
After meal time...
Corpses littered the ground in Yagu, and blood flowed like a stream.
Countless figures sprang out from the mountains and forests everywhere, cleaning up the mess and finishing their kills with ease.
Young Master Zhou...
The direct immortal Zhou Yu, whose courtesy name is Gongjin, is also known as Mei Zhoulang!
The song is wrong, Zhou Lang is careful!
Sing it all in one song... There is no justice in the world!
