Xiaoguangong

Chapter 21 Is Your Ancestor
The Jiangdong soldiers led by Lu Yi are ready to go and enter the barracks by the river, and they can be dispatched only after Guan Ping gives an order.

Guan Ping had already told them that the target this time was Jiangling.

He thought that after explaining his goal, these Jiangdong soldiers would be frightened out of their wits, but he didn't expect them to have dull faces and no fluctuations in their hearts, which made Guan Ping, who was ready to mobilize for battle, suddenly not know what to say.

Jiangdong's soldiers are so fierce and excellent that they are not afraid to go to Longtan and Tiger's Den?

Thinking of this, Guan Ping cheered up again.

Even with Zhang Yun as the internal support, it would be almost an impossible task to go straight to Jiangling and break the city. However, Cao's army is so powerful that it has formed the momentum of Mount Tai, and it is difficult to defeat the enemy by ordinary means.

When it's time to fight, how can you look forward and backward.

Zhuge Liang still didn't send any news, but Zhang Zhao and Lu Ji came several times. They encouraged Guan Ping and wished Guan Ping every success. There was a bit of urging in their words. Feeling Zhang Zhao's eagerness and anticipation, Guan Ping made up his mind to prepare for three days later. Send troops to Jiangling for a battle, trying to inflict damage on Cao's army and strengthen Jiangdong's will to fight.

Zhang Zhao and Lu Ji's eyes showed obvious ferocity.

They could see that Guan Ping's trust in them had not diminished in the slightest. As long as this foolish boy went out to fight, as long as he left the protection area of ​​Liu Beijun in Xiakou, Guan Ping would undoubtedly die.

Let's go, Zhou Yu will be back if you don't go.

Zhou Yu and Lu Su were in the same spirit. If he came back from Poyang, he would definitely fight in front of Sun Quan.

We must destroy the Sun Liu alliance before him!
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That night, Guan Ping and Xu Sheng got drunk again.

Guan Ping's drinking capacity was extremely poor, and the wine that Xu Sheng got from somewhere was very good. After Xu Sheng left, Guan Ping felt his stomach was overwhelmed, and he always felt like vomiting.

He struggled to get up, walked out of the barracks, and went to the river to enjoy the cold wind.

With this blow, he immediately felt sober.

He has been quite depressed these days when he came to Jiangdong, how could he have time to appreciate the surging river.

Standing by the river now, the pale waning moon casts a piece of silvery moonlight, making the already chilly riverside even more deserted.

The barracks was quiet, only a few torches flickered indifferently, trying to add some faint light.

The Han people are in awe of mountains and rivers, and believe that the mountains that have stood still for thousands of years and the rivers that flow silently to the east are full of spirituality, and there must be gods living there.

Seeing that the battle was imminent, Guan Ping couldn't help but take a deep breath, and silently prayed to the Yangtze River:

"The gods of the four directions are above, Guan Ping is going..."

After saying this, Guan Ping quickly shut his mouth again.

When Cao Cao ravaged Xuzhou, the corpses of the people in Xubei almost blocked Surabaya, but the gods in Surabaya did not get angry.

When Cao Cao's army came, many people in Jiangdong said that they had mastered the destiny, and even Lu Su believed that the destiny had abandoned the big man.

"Really, what a load of nonsense."

Guan Ping kicked a stone into the river.

The torrential river stirred up waves, and under the silvery moonlight, countless bubbles rose rapidly from the bottom of the river, and a silver door of light suddenly lit up on the land by the river, a huge attraction gushed out from the water, Guan Ping Caught off guard, he was instantly pulled into the river.

Everything was spinning.

Just when Guan Ping thought he was going to die because of blasphemy, the feeling of chaos, disorder and madness finally disappeared, and his feet stood firmly on the ground again.

This, isn't this the prison from before?
According to his simple common sense, Guan Ping always thought that the road leading to this place should be under the Han River, but he did not expect that it could lead to this place by the Chaisang River, even in this corridor.

The door of the room that he had entered and exited many times before was ajar, Guan Ping pushed the door lightly, and saw that the room was in a mess, reeking of alcohol, smashed utensils everywhere, but there was no one in the room.

Well, was robbed this time?

He searched around, only to hear yelling and cursing from outside, Guan Ping strolled to the window, only to see a large courtyard outside the window.

The crescent moon was in the sky, but the walls on both sides of the courtyard were dimly illuminated by yellow light, illuminating the courtyard brightly. A short and fat man was walking quickly by a group of people.

Guan Ping couldn't help stretching his head out, but bumped into something, and then he realized that there was a layer of transparent crystal-like thing on the window.

what?
He grumbled and touched it, only to feel that the crystal-like thing was smooth and delicate, which was indescribably wonderful.

Can't wait to study the foreign objects installed on the window thousands of years later, Guan Ping heard a sound of small footsteps coming from the porch outside the door, he subconsciously touched the ring knife hanging at his waist, and pulled up the cloth by the window The veil covers his body.

Bang.

As soon as he hid behind the curtain, the door of the room was knocked open. A bloated man dragged a thin old man running in quickly, followed by a woman with long hair reaching her waist and a graceful figure. They entered the house together, closed the door behind their backs and locked it.

"I said Squad Master Yun, why are you bothering!"

The bloated man was Jia Liangcai, who had been terrified by Guan Ping before. He held the old man's hand tightly and shook his face anxiously:
"What do you think you are competing with devils? Isn't it just to let you sing opera? I will give you money, and you will be fine if you can't sing. It's better than being thrown into my prison to survive or die!"

The people in the courtyard had already gone upstairs along the steps, shouting and cursing loudly as they walked, and the old man's eyes showed a bit of fear, but under the heavy pressure, he still shook his head slowly:
"I'm a member of the palm point (the head of a group of people), and I rely on the tip to hang the round sticks (rely on the real ability to attract the audience). This devil is willing to ask for money, and I should have sung for him, but he actually asked me to make up some songs. Guava point (blackmail technique) is used as a blackmail for him, I would rather die than do it."

The woman blocking the door sighed, and said: "The devil is too deceptive. We want us to make up a play saying that Tang Taizong is a barbarian, and that all the descendants of Guan Gong have gone to Fusang. The only ones who have gone to the rivers and lakes are Zhazimen and Xiaoqian. Who among these stinking thieves will not offer Guan Gong, if the devils wish, if Guan Gong opens his eyes in the future, we will all be bloody!"

Guan Ping recognized this woman as Yun Shanshan who sang for him that day. She articulated clearly and her voice was loud and clear, but the calmness before was gone from her face. Her slender left hand was tightly placed on her waist, as if she was holding something tightly. .

Jia Liangcai sighed and said with a wry smile:
"If you don't sing, I can't protect you."

The old man waved his hand violently: "You are a hero in Xifengkou. How can you be scared out of your wits after only four years? Why are you not as good as those of us who walk the rivers and lakes? Just in the 20th year of the Republic of China, a master said in the newspaper that Li Shimin had a beard. Blood, in the 24th year of the Republic of China, some people said that Li Bai was a foreigner, and the devils found people everywhere to spread this saying. If those of us who walk the rivers and lakes also contribute to the flames, in a few years, I am afraid that everyone will believe this nonsense, how can we Drive the devil out?

Everyone has to die, and as soon as I get old, I will kill me. "

The old man's voice was strong and resonant, so that the people shouting and cursing outside the door could hear clearly, and those people were suddenly furious and slammed on the door hard.

Yun Shanshan lacked strength, the door was knocked down, and Huang Si walked in slowly with a group of rascals, surrounded by a short and strong man.

The man was short in stature, with bow legs and a long knife hanging from his waist. The hair on his forehead and the top of his head was cleanly shaved, but there was hair left on the sides and the back of his head. With so little hair, he still wore it in a high bun Standing behind his head, Guan Ping was taken aback for a moment, not understanding what kind of barbarian aesthetics this is, could it be that some kind of mountain monster has become a spirit?

The man let out a hey, and glanced lightly at Yun Shanshan, whose face was pale. There was an undisguised lust on her face.

Immediately, he opened his mouth slowly, and said in an extremely strange tone:
"Boss Yun is wrong. The surname of Li Tang and Hu was first discovered by your great historian, and Mr. Jin Jing, a great historian of our country, also admitted that we are not scholars. Shouldn't we listen to experts? Opinion?"

Jia Liangcai turned pale, and quickly said in a humble voice:
"Taijun, these ignorant opera singers, don't be as knowledgeable as them."

The man laughed and said:

"We are not historians, it doesn't matter, but there is one thing, I want Boss Yun to apologize - my surname is Guan, I am the descendant of Wu Sheng Guan Yunchang, the direct relative of Guan Ping and Guan Tan. What Boss Yun said just now is really embarrassing. I am not happy--"

His face suddenly became extremely gloomy, and he slowly pulled out the long knife from his waist and held it in his hand:
"Kneel down and apologize. Otherwise... I have to chop you into meat paste today!"

Although the man's previous smile was yin and yang, there was still a trace of gentleness, but the moment he drew his knife, his voice immediately rose, and the ferocity on his face was completely revealed, staring at everyone like a hungry wolf.

"Tailor, calm down, Taijun, calm down." Huang Si said, while anxiously winking at Jia Liangcai, for fear that this person would kill Jia Liangcai in a fit of anger.

The rest of the people who followed the devil roared loudly, ordering the old man and Yun Shanshan to kneel down and apologize, otherwise they would all be torn to pieces.

The blue veins on Jia Liangcai's forehead burst out one by one, and he slowly stretched his hands towards his waist.

Back then at Xifengkou, he and his comrades faced such a ferocious enemy. After a few years of peaceful life, he had learned to compromise, but seeing this mad dog showing off his fangs in front of him again, He made up his mind not to embarrass his comrades.

He had been hanging the ring-head knife that the strange man gave him before, but before he could touch it, someone reached out and pulled the knife out.

"you……"

Everyone didn't expect that there was actually someone hiding here, everyone turned their heads in surprise, and saw a tall and strong boy slowly drawing his sword out of its sheath. A man of color.

"Who are you?" the man blurted out.

Guan Ping narrowed his eyes slowly, and said with hatred:

"You said it before."

"I am your ancestor!"

(End of this chapter)