Rogue master in the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 267 Worth 200 Taels
In Xichuan Shushan, the dusk is heavy.

The shadowy eaves of the pavilion hall are looming in the mountains and forests, and the smoke is filled, just like a fairyland.

Compared with the majestic buildings halfway up the mountain, on the highest Qingfeng cliff in Shushan Mountain, there is only a small thatched hut with a bamboo fence. A pair of bamboo tables and chairs are placed in front of the house, and a set of sandalwood A wooden tea set, the person who made the tea was an extraordinary woman with a pale, soft, clear and ethereal face.After returning to Mount Shu, she was still wearing a gauze as white as the white clouds on the top of the mountain. The fragrance of the tea and the sound of mangosteen leaves set off her not like a worldly person, but like a fairy of Gushe, extremely beautiful.

On the edge of a cliff a few feet away, a man about forty years old stood facing the cliff. The mountain wind seemed to blow him down the cliff hundreds of feet deep, but his feet seemed to be rooted, without any hesitation. The slightest shake.

Sima Feixue poured a cup of freshly brewed tea and walked to the edge of the cliff, handed it to the man with both hands, and stood side by side.

You can see the sea of ​​clouds in every high mountain, and there are many mountains in Xichuan, especially the sea of ​​clouds in Shushan Mountain has its own characteristics. Strange peaks and rocks and ancient pines are hidden in the sea of ​​clouds. The waves are magnificent and boundless. Here, flowing clouds are scattered among the peaks, and the clouds come and go, changing unpredictablely.

"After a few months, Dad can finally drink the sparrow tea made by Xue'er herself again." Sima Hui smiled, "I don't know why, the same tea, the same mountain spring water, but after Xue'er's hands, the taste is different. Extraordinarily quiet and fragrant."

Sima Feixue smiled lightly, and said: "If Dad likes it, Feixue will cook it for you every day from now on, I'm afraid you will get tired if you drink too much."

Sima Hui laughed loudly, looked at the vast expanse of cloud sea in front of him, and said with a smile, "Dad will never get tired of the tea cooked by Xue Er, but I have been watching the wonderful scene of the sea of ​​clouds in front of me for decades. A little tired."

Sima Feixue looked at the sea of ​​clouds in the distance. It was the time when the weather was calm and the sea of ​​clouds was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the picturesque shadows of the mountains.

Sima Hui pointed to the calm sea of ​​clouds in front of him and said: "Xue'er, you see that the head of the peak doesn't look like a flat boat. Now that the wind is calm, it will stay there forever. Without wind and waves, naturally there will be no bumps, and it can stay there forever... ..."

"But when the wind is raging and the clouds are raging, the white waves empty and the stormy waves hit the shore, like a thousand horses sweeping the peaks, those boats will be wobbly, and finally submerged in the turbulent sea of ​​clouds..."

"Our Jiange in Shuzhong is actually a huge boat. It has always lived in the narrow area of ​​Western Shu. When the weather is calm, it can still float safely above the sea of ​​clouds. But now the big man is swaying in the wind and rain, precarious, and the shocking waves are rolling in. You say that our Shu Can Zhongjian Pavilion remain as stable as it is now?"

Sima Feixue frowned slightly, and suddenly the sea of ​​clouds in front of him was surging, the waves were rolling, rushing like tides, and the clouds and mist moved, as if he could pick up a handful of clouds with his hand.

She said softly: "The sky is dead, how can our Jiange in Shuzhong avoid the waves and storms?"

Sima Hui smiled lightly and said: "Now the Central Plains is full of wars and wars are raging, and the heroes are fighting for hegemony. Although our Xichuan has not yet been affected, I am afraid that such a quiet life will not be too long. Kongtong Mountain can no longer hold back, and it has united with Cao Cao. Back then, the patriarch predicted that the world would be in chaos 400 years later, and now it just happens to be confirmed. Moreover, "Eight Forms of Dunjia", which has been missing for 400 years, has now returned to our Shuzhong Jiange.

"Father, what do you mean?" Sima Feixue trembled, looking at Sima Hui.

Sima Hui put his hands on his back, quietly looked at the sea of ​​waves and clouds in the distance, and said: "The patriarch once said that 400 years from now, there will be saints, and everyone in my Jiange should follow the sky and follow the righteousness. Le Taiping..."

Sima Hui turned around and looked at his daughter, "The person who can unify the world must be an extraordinary hero. These days, I watch the sky at night every night. The east star is bright, and Xiaoshan happens to be in the east. Yuan Shao is the most powerful, only these two are in charge, I asked you to go down the mountain to search for "Eight Forms of Dunjia" and I also asked you to pay attention to the sage mentioned in the last words of the patriarch, do you have any clues?"

Sima Feixue pondered for a moment, then nodded lightly.

"Who the hell?"

After pondering for a moment, Sima Feixue raised his head and said solemnly: "Luoyang Chenwei."

"Chen Wei?" Sima Hui frowned.

"I've checked his history. He made his fortune in Xiaoshan, then entered Chang'an, served under Dong Zhuo, and later conquered Luoyang. He made great achievements in resisting Cao Cao and was named a general. Now he owns the two counties of Luoyang..."

"No matter the place of birth or the name of this person, it coincides with the prophecy of the patriarch that 'the stars fall on Xiaoshan'..."

"A sage should have the world in mind, be gentle and righteous, how do you understand this person?"

Sima Feixue bit his lip and said, "He... can be called a saint!"

Sima Hui stood quietly, and after a long time of contemplation, he said softly: "Feixue, if you go down the mountain again, you must make sure that this person is the one we are looking for. This matter is related to the rise and fall of our Jiange in Shuzhong, and no mistakes can be tolerated."

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For a man with a vigorous blood, it is really not easy for Chen Wei to suppress the desire that has been accumulated for a long time, and to coax this girl Dong Bai to rest.When he walked out of the room, Chen Wei only felt that his throat was on fire and he was thirsty.

Just when he was about to call the girl Chunfang to bring a bowl of herbal tea, his ears perked up and his face changed slightly. Who else in Luoyang City would dare to break into the General's Mansion?

Chen Wei didn't have time to go back to his room to get the Heavenly Question Sword, so he ran straight out, walked through a long corridor, turned a corner and rushed directly into Er Zaizi's yard, stopping suddenly.

Outside the yard, Wang Weixiu stood by the door with a pale face. A snow iron knife was placed across her neck. The blade cut a small opening in Wang Weixiu's snow-white neck. Against the background of blood and snow-white skin, it is particularly conspicuous.

The one holding the knife was a man in a plain white shirt, giving off the cold impression of a corona snake.Chen Wei was no stranger to this person, it was Han Hua.

Three steps away, the second cub was like a [-]-jin wild boar in an enraged mountain. The leopard head stared at Han Hua with bloodshot corners of his mouth, and his clothes were messy and tattered, revealing the invulnerable soft armor.Because he didn't have a weapon in his hand, he grabbed the heavy stone bench placed in the courtyard with his left and right hands.

The courtyard was already in a mess, the stone table had been split into several pieces, and the ground was scattered with flower pot leaf mud. It was obvious that there had been a short but fierce fight before.

The second cub was injured, and judging from Han Hua's disheveled hair roots and clothes, he knew that he must have suffered a dark loss.

Chen Wei's face was extremely gloomy, and he went straight to the second son, glanced at the pale Wang Weixiu, and after confirming that the tiny wound on her neck was just a skin trauma, he stared at Han Hua coldly, and said coldly: "Han Hua, our old We have not settled the matter, but you broke into my general's mansion, there is a way to heaven, you don't go, there is no way to hell, you just want to break in..."

"Stop rambling, give me the Shenzhi grass, and I will return this woman to you. If you have the ability, you can take it back." Han Hua said indifferently.

"I have used Shenzhi grass to save people."

"I know there's another one, it's on you!" Han Hua sneered.

Chen Wei's face sank like water, knowing that Han Hua must have been dormant for a long time these days, and could not get a chance from himself, so he transferred to the hostage-taking.

"This woman is worth 200 taels. You can kill her. As the lord of Luoyang City, I don't need this money!" Chen Wei said coldly.

Wang Weixiu's face was as pale as paper, her eyes were dull and her lips were bleeding from her own bite.

However, Han Hua glanced at the second cub who was spitting fire, and slowly sneered, "Chen Wei, back then in Lishan you desperately went to save that idiot, either you were also an idiot, or you were a person with a lot of sympathy. And she is the daughter-in-law of this fool, don't think you are pretending to be cold-blooded and ruthless in front of me, I will count to three and hand over the Shenzhi grass."

"one!"

Chen Wei stood motionless on the spot, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, indifferent.

"two!"

Er Zaizi looked at Chen Wei anxiously, the stone stool leg was crushed into powder in his palm!
"three!"

Wang Weixiu closed her eyes in despair.

Han Hua's eyes showed a hint of anger and murderous intent, and with a trembling snow iron knife in his hand, he wiped across Wang Weixiu's neck.

"Deal!" Chen Wei let out a low cry, and the nails of the fist behind his back sank into the flesh.

(End of this chapter)