The Great Master of Picking Up Girls

There was no sound in the camp, and a needle could be heard. Everyone stared blankly at Dian Wei's bald head and hair on the ground, and finally cast their eyes on Zhang Dong who was holding Dian Wei's axe, as if looking at a monster.

You know, Dian Wei is a peerless fierce general, invincible, even a fierce general like Zhang Xiu and Hu Che'er would not dare to fight Dian Wei, but today he used an ax to deal with Zhang Dong, and the ax was snatched away with one move, and he was shaved off With a full head of hair, if Zhang Dong cut off his head instead of his hair, Dian Wei's head would have fallen to the ground.

"Ah..." Dian Wei roared, "How dare you insult me ​​like this, I will fight you."

But even though he was extremely brave, he still didn't dare to attack. Just now he had an ax in his hand, and he was not an enemy of Zhang Dong's one move. Now that the ax is in the opponent's hand, wouldn't he be dying if he went up?

"You need to concentrate on practicing martial arts. You need to understand your own martial arts, cut off your three thousand threads of troubles, return to your nature, and practice with concentration, so that you can make progress." Zhang Dong said sincerely, and handed over the axe.

"I've been taught." Dian Wei's black face flushed slightly, he took the ax and retreated behind Cao Cao, a thoughtful light flashed in his eyes, mixed with a kind of gratitude, gratitude for Zhang Dong's guidance.

"Clap clap..."

Cao Cao took the lead in applauding, and the others followed suit. Zhang Dong's miraculous ability and unparalleled skill really shocked them. If he had such a general under his command, would he not be victorious in all battles?

In the following ten days, Cao Cao hosted a banquet for Zhang Dong every day, accompanied by civil servants and military generals, civil servants lobbying Zhang Dong, and military generals and Zhang Dong. Cao Cao worked.

Zhang Dong naturally stood still, but he took the opportunity to get Guo Jia's hair, together with the hair of Dian Wei and Jia Xu collected that day, and sent it back to the base with Heiyu to start cloning.

That night, Cao Cao invited Zhang Dong to a banquet again. He quickly got drunk and suddenly asked, "Are there any prostitutes in this city?"

When Zhang Dong heard this, he immediately lifted his spirits. He came here to wait for this day. In order not to change history, he could only wait for Cao Cao to make a move.

Cao Anmin is Cao Cao's nephew, so he naturally knew what Cao Cao meant, so he said in a low voice: "Last night, my nephew saw a beautiful woman on the side of the building. Ask me, she is the wife of Zhang Xiu's uncle Zhang Ji."

Cao was overjoyed, so he ordered Cao Anmin to lead fifty armored soldiers to bring them here.

Zou Xiangxuan's 1.8-meter figure is graceful and slender, with picturesque eyebrows, charming and natural, her breasts are extraordinarily plump and straight, and her temperament is also extraordinarily noble. Such a figure, such a face, and such a temperament are really wonderful in the world, no less than A peerless beauty like Diao Chan and Cai Wenji, but she is a widow, possesses a special flavor, which seems to be mourning, anticipation, despondency, or something else.

Cao Anmin brought her here in the name of Cao Cao expropriating her to talk about the qin, so she held a pipa in her arms. Since she is the wife of the great warlord Zhang Ji, she has naturally experienced grand scenes, and she is not stage-frightened. The rose-like color appeared on the face, adding a bit of beauty.

Zhang Dong really took a deep breath, his heart beat rapidly, his eyes shot a scorching light, projecting on her body, he couldn't move it no matter what.

Cao Cao also had a wonderful expression on his face, but it quickly disappeared, and asked, "What's your lady's last name?"

Zou Xiangxuan said in a voice like an oriole: "My concubine's name is Zou Xiangxuan, Zhang Ji's wife."

Cao Cao asked again: "Does Madam know me?"

Zou Xiangxuan replied: "I have heard the prime minister's reputation for a long time, and I am honored to pay my respects tonight."

Cao Cao said: "For my wife's sake, Turner Zhang Xiu's surrender; otherwise, the family will be destroyed."

Zou Yingying knelt down and said, "I really feel the grace of regeneration."

Cao Cao was overjoyed in his heart, and said, "It's lucky to see my wife today..."

Zhang Dong naturally knew that Cao Cao was going to say next: "I would like to sleep together tonight, return the capital with me, and enjoy the wealth and honor, how about it?"

But he naturally wouldn't let Cao Cao say it, so he interrupted Cao Cao loudly: "Prime Minister..."

Cao Cao suddenly woke up from his deep sleep, looked up at Zhang Dong, and found that Zhang Dong was looking at Zou Xiangxuan fascinatedly, as if he was deeply in love with this extremely beautiful woman, his heart moved, and he thought to himself "Hero" I feel sorry for the beautiful woman. If I give this beautiful woman to him, will he submit to me?

Thinking of this, he swallowed the words in his throat, pretended to be majestic, and introduced: "Ma'am, this strong man is named Zhang Handong, he defeated Lu Bu with one move, the best player in the world..."

Zou Xiangxuan looked at Zhang Dong in surprise, and found that he was handsome and handsome, looking at her with fascinated eyes. She blushed with shame, and said with a blessing, "I have met Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Dong couldn't help asking: "Madam, have you heard of me?"

"Returning to Mr. Zhang, I have heard of your invincible reputation. When you defeated Lu Bu with one move, I was also in Chang'an. Unfortunately, I couldn't meet you." Zou Xiangxuan said in a crisp voice.

"Zou Xiangxuan is Zhang Ji's wife, and Zhang Ji is Dong Zhuo's subordinate. Naturally, he was in Chang'an at the time. I missed such a beautiful woman for nothing. However, she was Zhang Ji's wife at that time, so I couldn't snatch a wife away. Now Zhang Ji is dead, but I just happened to do it, such a peerless beauty should be brought back to modern times." Zhang Dong muttered in his heart, and said with a smile: "Madam is a master at playing the pipa, please play How about a song?"

"I'm not an expert, I just understand a little bit." Zou Xiangxuan said modestly, "That concubine would be making a fool of herself."

She sat down on a stool and started to play. The beautiful and bleak music sounded, and it was not inferior to Zhou Yu's skills. She was on the same level as Cai Wenji. Obviously, she was a talented woman with little reputation.

Zhang Dong was terrified, listened carefully, and found that she was telling her life, the joy of childhood, the longing of adolescence, the disappointment and regret after marriage (although she was loved by her husband, but he was a rude warlord) , did not know how to appreciate her talent), the sadness after her husband's death, lamenting that she became a widow at the age of 26, how bleak life is, how sad life is.

Of course, apart from Zhang Dong, there is no one else who can hear the implication, even Guo Jia can't hear it, only that she plays very beautifully, a little sad.

After the song was played, the audience was shocked, and everyone looked at this peerless beauty with admiration for being able to play such a beautiful piece.

Zhang Dong was really moved, and chanted loudly: "Xianxian suppressed his voice and thought, as if complaining that he has no ambitions in his life. He lowered his eyebrows and continued to play through the formalities, talking about the infinite things in his heart. Gently gather, slowly twist, wipe and pick again. It is the sixth unit of neon clothes. The big strings are like torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The loud and small strings are mixed, and the big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate. The bottom of the Guan Ying's flower is slippery, and the phlegm spring is difficult to flow under the ice. Bingquan The cold and astringent strings are condensed, and the condensed will never pass the sound for a while. Don’t have sorrow and hatred, at this time, silence is better than sound. The silver bottle is broken and the water is poured out, and the iron cavalry protrudes. Liebo..."

Everyone cast surprised eyes on Zhang Dong's face, God, he is not only an invincible master in the world, but also has a great literary talent, can compose such beautiful poems, and faithfully described the scene played by Zou Xiangxuan just now , What kind of ability, what kind of talent is this?

Cao Cao is a master of poetry, but he was also stunned by this beautiful line. Guo Jia, who is full of talent, was also overwhelmed by such a beautiful line and admired it.

As for Zou Xiangxuan, she was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear. She looked closely at Zhang Dong, with colorful lights shining in her beautiful eyes. She felt that this man seemed to understand her heart, but he was not a literati. It's a martial artist. To become the best master in the world, he must spend too much time practicing. Could it be that he is gifted?

When Zhang Dong finished reciting, Cao Cao was the first to applaud and said: "Good poem, good poem. I never thought that Mr. Zhang is not only the best in the world in skill, but also his talent, which makes people admire him."

Guo Jia was the second to praise, and the rest of the crowd also praised.

Zou Xiangxuan said coquettishly: "Mr. Zhang, you praise me too much. In fact, I don't play as well as you describe."

Zhang Dong looked at this peerless beauty with admiration, and said with a smile: "Madam, give me the pipa, and I will play a piece."

Everyone was stunned, looking at Zhang Dong like a monster, a little unbelievable that Zhang Dong could play the pipa.

Zou Xiangxuan came to Zhang Dong with an elegant fragrance, handed over the pipa, and said coquettishly: "I am looking forward to Mr. Zhang's peerless skills."

Zhang Dong took the pipa and deliberately touched her bare hands, only to feel a moving feeling conveyed, making people seductive, and Zou Xiangxuan's delicate body trembled slightly, a faint red cloud appeared on her pretty face, a look The shy and infinite appearance is very touching.

Zhang Dong looked around with his pipa in his arms, and said, "I play and sing a novel piece, please enjoy it."

For some reason, Zou Xiangxuan felt that Zhang Dong played and sang for her, and her heart beat wildly. Since she is a talented woman herself, she naturally looked forward to Zhang Dong's playing and singing.

Zhang Dong began to play clankly, and the wonderful sound of the pipa began to sound. At the same time, he sang: "It's September [-]th again, on the night of the Double Ninth Festival, it's hard to get together. People who are homesick are drifting outside. It's September [-]th again, worrying even more , the feeling is even more worrying, the plan to go home is always in my heart, walking, walking, walking, until September [-]th, there is no spirits in other places, no greetings...Only at home can there be freedom, only September [-]th, relatives and friends Friends raised their cups, filled them with wine, drank the nostalgia, and passed out drunk at the door of the house..."

People in this era have never heard such an emotionally rich modern pop song. The audience was shocked, their eyes were burning, and there was nothing but admiration in their hearts.

While Zou Xiangxuan was admiring, she heard the overtones of Zhang Dong's playing, it was Xiafei's cheeks, her heart was beating wildly...