early morning.

The warm sunshine permeates the early morning of late spring, and passes through the slightest breath, filling all the emptiness between the world, comfortable, lazy, and long...

Yuzhou, Yingchuan.

The fog is about to stop, with ancient trees and thick shade covering the sun. Several inconspicuous buildings appearing faintly among the foothills of the mountains. There are low walls, a wooden door with a long time and a mottled lacquer. A plaque is hung above the wooden door, with four large characters "Yingchuan Academy" written on it. The font is vigorous and powerful, agile like a blue dragon, solemn and timeless.

There is a bamboo pavilion behind the academy, like an eagle spreading its wings and occupies a steep slope of the mountain and rock. There is an ancient short table in the pavilion, a bronze incense burner is placed on it, and a few sandalwood in the stove is inserted, and cigarette smoke is curling. There are several bamboo slips scattered beside the stove.

There were two people sitting opposite each other.

The person kneeled down at the top. He was about twenty or thirty years old. He was elegant and elegant. He had a sharp eyebrows and a headscarf. He wore a green gauze horn and a pair of silver straps on his waist. He was so handsome that he looked through the bamboo slips in his hand casually. He smiled and said to the opposite side: "Brother Zhicai, wars are everywhere. My Yingchuan is located in the Central Plains, and it is a place of four battles. He often fights for troops. It is better to go there quickly and not stay for a long time. Yu wants to move away from Yingchuan to protect his family. Can you go with me?"

The man opposite was also in his twenties or thirties, wearing a gentle and elegant dress, but his face was a little pale, as if his qi and blood were deficient. He also casually looked through the bamboo slips, without looking up, and said, "Where is Brother Wenruo going? Where can I live?"

"The phoenix is ​​flying, and the sweet spring food is lingering around, so what branches can be roamed?" Wen Ruo gently patted the bamboo slips and sang softly. After singing, he smiled and said, "What branches can be roamed? What branches can be roamed? Xi Zhicai, your phoenix, can find the tung branches?"

The weak Confucian scholar was originally Xi Zhicai. After hearing Wen Ruo's question, he put down the bamboo slips, raised his head, and said seriously: "Now the Han Dynasty is weak, and the treacherous and treacherous are at the pinnacle, and the heroes are rising up. Looking at those heroes, who are treacherous and evil, who are loyal and righteous, who are foolish and who are wise, can Brother Xun clearly distinguish it?"

Brother Xun? Brother Wenruo? Xun Wenruo. It turned out that the handsome Confucian scholar was Xun Yu, a son of the famous Xun family in Yingchuan. Xun Wenruo, the uncle of Xun You under the command of Song Shijiang. However, he was six years younger than Xun You, and he was about the age of Xi Zhicai. Xun Yu also put down the bamboo slips, stood up, brushed his sleeves behind him, looked at the beautiful mountains outside the pavilion, and said, "Twenty towns in Guandong, I am ordered to fight Dong, and there are always heroes who can support the country in danger... Yu wants to go and see."

"Go to His Home?" Xi Zhicai asked.

"Yuan Shao, Hebei, has four generations and three kings, countless disciples. He is a magnificent and grand man, and he is the leader of the Allied Army. He has many soldiers and a large number of generals. He wants to go to Jizhou to surrender Yuan Shao." After Xun Yu said that, he turned around and asked Xi Zhicai, "Can you go with me? My brother has studied hard in the academy for twenty years and has been full of knowledge. When he goes to surrender Yuan Shao, he can show his talents, support the Han Dynasty, and help the world."

Xi Zhicai shook his head and said with a smile: "I heard that Chenliu and Cao Cao first advocated the gathering of power to build an anti-Dong alliance, and made great contributions. Later, when Luoyang was burned and the Han emperor was robbed, he rushed to chase him and rescued his master thousands of miles away, resulting in a defeat. The loyal and righteous person is better than Cao Cao, and his heroic talent won the hearts of the people. Zhicai was willing to go to Chenliu to see him, and Chenliu and Cao Cao were unknown to save the world."

Xun Yu stared at Xi Zhicai, and Xi Zhicai also stared back. After a while, the two of them smiled with their heads raised their heads, and the laughter was clear and far away, which made the birds fly in the forest.

"Why are the two brothers laughing?..." A lazy voice suddenly rang outside the pavilion.

Looking back, they saw a Confucian scholar outside the pavilion leaning lazily against a thick and thin ancient tree. The Confucian scholar was only young, wearing Confucian clothes, fair skin, lazy expression, unruly long hair, and a bad smile. Even his eyebrows and eyes also had soft ripples, as if he had always had a smile, curved, like a bright crescent moon in the night sky.

"Brother Fengxiaoxian, did you get up so early today?" Xi Zhicai smiled and said hello. Hearing this, Brother Fengxiaoxian seemed to be a lazy and free person who got up quite late.

The only one who named Guan Xiao during the Three Kingdoms period was Guo Jia. Guo Jia walked lazily to Zhuting and said with a smile: "Have you heard a song called "General Order"?" Without waiting for Xun Xi to answer, Guo Jia leaned on the railings with both hands, looked at the distant mountains, and sang with his head held high.

"The anger is rushing to the crown, and the rain stops when the railings are on. Looking up, looking up at the sky, roaring with a long heart, and the heart is fierce. Twenty fame and fortune, dust and soil, clouds and moons on the road of three thousand miles. Don't wait for the young man to turn white, and the sorrow is empty... The shame is still not yet achievable; when will the hatred of the ministers be destroyed? Driving a long cart to break through the Helan Mountains. Ambition to eat the meat of the barbarians, laughing and talking about thirsty drinking the blood of the Huns. Waiting to clean up the old mountains and rivers from the beginning, and head to the sky."

At first, I was lazy, but then my expression became more and more solemn and more exciting and sonorous.

"When I clean up the old mountains and rivers from the beginning, I look towards the sky... I'm so happy when I clean up the old mountains and rivers from the beginning, I look towards the sky. What a song of ambitions covering mountains and rivers, full of loyalty and anger, my heart is green and bloody, and I'm as a god." Xun Yu sighed with his hands.

"It is not a loyal and heroic man who can sing! Who sings this?" Xi Zhicai asked.

"Song Jiang!" Guo Jia turned around, his lazy and unruly expression no longer appeared on his face. "Song Jiang has another song: the peaks and mountains are like gatherings, the waves are like anger, the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road. Looking at Luodu, hesitating. I am sad. The place where the Qin and Han dynasties passed by, the palaces were made of earth. Prosperity, the people suffer; the people suffer!..."

"Singing expresses one's aspirations, singing is the voice of one's heart... Two brothers, you talk about heroes and wise rulers, but you are not as rare as this. Song Jiang started from the fields, scattered all his wealth, recruited heroes, and drove out the Yellow Turbans. He responded to Cao Cao's call and ranked among the 20 heroes in the town with a mere 300 stone. He seized the pass, killed the generals in Huzhu, and even put out the fire in Luoyang. Chang'an pursued Dong, and was desperate. In this way, Song Jiang, loyalty, righteousness, courage, and benevolence, is less than Yuan Shao and Cao Cao? The heroes in the world are Song Jiang. Guo Jia thinks that the only one who can save the world from chaos and danger is Song Jiang." Guo Jia's words are sonorous and decisive.

Xun Yu was moved and nodded and said, "This Song Jiang is indeed a hero. I admire him."

"I would like to say that." Xi Zhicai also nodded, but changed his subject: "It's a pity that this person is born in a small way and is not as close as Yuan Shao and Cao Cao, it is difficult to create a great career."

After hearing this, Guo Jia showed an unruly and lazy expression on his face, and he chuckled: "My, Guo Jia, is also from a poor family. But I am willing to go to other places to see if I can show my talents and help all the people."
Chapter completed!