To the southeast of the Han Dynasty, Nongzhou, on the banks of the Tianjiang River, Lujiang Mansion. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Lujiang Mansion is located in central Anhui, bordering Chaohu Lake in the north, near the Yangtze River in the south, relying on the Dabie Mountains in the west, and carrying the two lakes of Huang (Pi) and Bai (Lake) in the east.

Lujiang Mansion has four distinct seasons, cold in winter and hot in summer, mild in spring and autumn, abundant sunshine, long frost-free period, and remarkable characteristics of plum rain, it is a romantic place that is easy to make people sentimental, sad autumn and sad spring.

Most of the agricultural state, and even most of the southeast, was nominally the territory of the Great Wu Dynasty.

However, Lujiang Mansion is one of the eight kings in the southeast, and the territory of the Zhou family is only regularly paid taxes to the "imperial court", which is actually the Great Wu Sun family.

When the Yellow Turban Storm swept the world, the southeast, and even Lujiang Mansion, were no safer than other places.

Even if the Zhou clan asked for help many times, the Great Wu Sun clan still shirked it with various excuses, they were already mud bodhisattvas crossing the river, and it was difficult to 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 Demon and other places, the same yellow turbans are everywhere.

Clear-eyed people can see that this is the top forces, deliberately laissez-faire.

Obviously, if their sphere of influence is calm and safe, is it colluding with the Yellow Turban Thieves?

Even if there is no collusion, then it is time to send troops to rescue and suppress the thieves everywhere!

So, yellow turban thieves are everywhere, everyone is busy, everyone is busy!

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Lujiang Mansion, Tangchi County.

Tangchi County, the mountains are green, the water is beautiful, the lake is beautiful, the waterfalls are stacked, the flowers are strange, the trees are treasured, the stone is ancient, the cliff hangs, the scenery is heard all over the world, and it is a fairyland on earth.

The Great Wu Sun clan has no time to rescue Lujiang Mansion, the Zhou clan can only save themselves, that is their territory, who knows if the Great Wu Sun clan deliberately wants to weaken the Eight Kings?

The yellow turban storm was set off, wailing all over the field, and the beacon smoke was billowing out, gradually approaching the fairyland of the soup pool.

On this day, the Immortal Cliff ......

Everywhere, a Yellow Turban Army, about 50,000 or 60,000 people, stretched for more than ten miles, and entered the soup pool.

The soup pond is a fairyland on earth, but it is vast and sparsely populated, and there is no rich gathering place.

This Yellow Turban Army has actually earned enough, and wants to hide in the soup pool to occupy the mountain as the king and enjoy life......

Not only this Yellow Turban Army, but also countless thieves and countless Yellow Turban Army, all have this kind of thought, from the king to the pawns, no one is optimistic about the Yellow Turban Army, which is becoming more and more infamous and about to become a rat crossing the street, and the shrewd will lay out the back road in advance.

"Ding Ding Dong ......"

As soon as this Yellow Turban Army entered the Qixian Cliff, the sound of the sound of the sound of the Void Valley swept up.

The sound of the piano lingers in the mountains and forests, echoing in the cliff valley, such as the song of the orioles in the empty valley, such as the flowing water of the mountains, such as the lamentation of the resentful woman, such as the golden iron horse......

It is also a dream or an illusion, a heavenly sound, and a magic sound......

The Yellow Turban Army, which was originally full of longing and relaxation, began to be chaotic, and more and more soldiers turned red and breathed faster!

The strong man of the Yellow Turban Army quickly locked on the source of the sound, but saw that there were five figures on the top of the towering cliff.

for the first person......

Sitting on the boulder, under the welcoming pine, kneeling the guqin, leisurely and elegantly playing self-enjoyment.

This person, with a face like a crown of jade, facial features like carving, is handsome and extraordinary, and is so handsome that it makes people dazzle, it is simply the most perfect work of art in the world, which makes people jealous.

It's a pity that this person is wearing a fiery red brocade robe, and if he changes into a white shirt, it is typical......

Immortals descend to earth!

This person is in all directions, standing with four beautiful women with flowers and moons, fluttering clothes, beads and green and elegant and beautiful, or charming, or pure, or ripe rhyme, or gorgeous, can be described as Chunlan and autumn chrysanthemum.

The five people, coupled with the beautiful scenery, form an intoxicating picture of the birth of immortals!

"Zhou Dashao, my lord doesn't want to be an enemy of the Zhou family, this time I entered the mountain, I just want to choose a place to live in seclusion!"

Seeing this person, the Yellow Turban God who was the leader jumped his eyelids and said in a deep voice. After a pause, he said loudly:

"If we know each other, our well water will not interfere with the river water......"

Zhou Yu, the young patriarch of the Zhou family of this generation, is the descendant of the Zhou family of this generation...... The only one, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is an only son.

There is no way, this generation of Zhou's is scarce.

Therefore, the Zhou family was very suspicious that the shirk of the Great Wu Sun clan was not trying to take the opportunity to destroy the Zhou clan.

Fortunately, Zhou Yu and Sun's sister-in-law ...... Sun Ce, who has intersected since childhood, has an irreversible relationship, which makes the Zhou family temporarily patient.

"Ding Ding Dong ......"

It's a pity that Zhou Yu didn't hear it, still entertained himself and played, and began to chant like a natural sound:

"The wind is bleak, the water is vast, and the twilight clouds are cold and the yellow geese are cold. Outside the slanting sun, the waves are choppy, and the rolling eastward flow is healthy.

Running into the sea, what a hardship, the long wind and rocks hinder the return. Go south, wave your hand, and go straight to the sea.

Ask about life, sigh for the Chinese year, and I will not decline with Hua Ye. Raise a glass and get drunk, chant to the moon, and cry with a thousand knots of sorrow.

The long river is rushing and urgent, and the ambition is difficult to pay for the empty and sad. There are few bosom friends, tears are shed, who will listen to the broken strings?

......”

People are like immortals, the sound is like heaven, and the piano is like a magic sound.

When the wind is sluggish, there is a howling wind.

When the water is vast, there are waves in the sky.

Outside the sunset, the sun sets.

When the waves are surging, there are great waves roaring.

If there are few bosom friends, there will be loneliness and broken bowels.

If you shed tears, you will have despair.

"Ahh......h

More and more roars, roars, and shouts rang out in the valley and converged.

Swords and swords, flesh and blood!

In the Yellow Turban Army, which stretched for more than ten miles, more and more people began to go crazy and began to raise butcher knives at the people around them......

And the endless killing intent of the sonic change......

Before the song was finished, the red blood spread, dyeing the beautiful mountains and forests!

"Kill him......"

The Yellow Turban God General was furious, roared angrily, and rushed out like a whirlwind, and the gun shot out like lightning, pointing directly at Zhou Yu.

Sanli ......

One mile ......

100m ......

With the strength of the Yellow Turban Divine General, this distance is just a few breaths!

"Wow ......"

Four smiling beauties, their waists are swept together, their clothes are fluttering, and their bodies are dancing like butterflies, which is intoxicating!

The piercing sound of breaking the air converges into a line, and you can imagine the high level of tacit understanding.

The Yellow Turban Divine General, who stared at Zhou Yu fiercely, was stunned......

Tearing apart, blood spilling in the sky!

Spike!

The four beauties returned to their original places in an instant, not an inch was missing, still smiling smartly, still staring at their sons with ripples in their beautiful eyes, as if they had done nothing......

"Uh......"

The four Yellow Turban Divine Generals who followed and rushed to the scene were stunned, and their faces changed.

"Go ......"

The sound of the piano became more and more urgent, and the singing became more and more palpitating. The four Yellow Turban Gods glanced at each other and ...... decisively

Escape!

Zhou Yu ignored the four gods who fled and still entertained himself.

The four beauties still looked at Zhou Yu in fascination.

After mealtime......

The corpses of the cliff valley were all over the place, and the blood flowed like a stream.

Countless figures rushed out from the mountains and forests everywhere, cleaning up the mess and mending the knife freely.

Zhou's Dashao ......

Changxian Zhou Yu, the word Gongjin, known as Mei Zhou Lang!

The song is wrong, Zhou Langgu!

A song to ...... Injustice in the world!