Summon the defense tower at the beginning

Chapter 130 The Disappearing Confucianism and Taoism

The first attack on Hulao Pass resulted in such a result, which was naturally a heavy blow to Yuan Shao and others.

Although this world is the Three Kingdoms of Gaowu, Yuan Shao's general Yan Liangwenchou can be as powerful as a thunder, and it is no problem to break mountains and smash rocks.

However, Lu Bu beheaded Zhou Chen, the Lieutenant Yang Wu, who was in the limelight, which really surprised Yuan Shao and others.

"It's a pity, that Zhou Chen is also considered a character."

"What kind of person is just a quack warlock who uses some organs to show off his abilities."

After all, the tree fell and the monkeys scattered. Zhou Chen had just been beheaded outside the Hulao Pass.

Zhou Chen has no relatives in the thirteen prefectures and counties of the Han Dynasty, and he doesn't even have a family background. Now that he has killed a hundred, who cares that he killed more than a hundred thousand yellow scarf thieves?
Cao Cao was sitting in a corner of the camp tent. This time he turned around and fled back rashly. Naturally, he lost face.

But he didn't care about Yuan Shao and others' gazes at the moment, he only wondered about one thing, why did Lu Bu appear at Hulao Pass?

Although the issue of the clothing and belt edict has been put on the table, before they and the others could take action, why did Lu Bu abandon Dong Zhuo and rush to guard Hulao Pass?

Based on Cao Cao's understanding of Dong Zhuo, Dong Zhuo has never been such a generous person.Lu Bu was his accompanying bodyguard, and he never left Luoyang for a moment in the past. Why did he send Lu Bu to garrison before the battle at Hulao Pass?
Thinking of this, Cao Cao's eyes flicked over everyone's faces one by one. It's really hard to imagine how such a group of people deserves Lu Bu to guard them?

"Could it be that...Dong Zhuo is worried about someone else?"

A thought flashed through his mind, and Cao Cao looked outside the camp with emotion. He felt a sharp murderous intention coming from the south in a daze, but it was so ethereal that he had no clue at all.

Just when Cao Cao, Yuan Shao and others were in a stalemate, Luoyang City, thousands of miles away behind Hulao Pass, was still singing and dancing, peaceful as before.

After surviving the chaos of the Yellow Turbans, this land of Sili still has some foundations. What's more, Dong Zhuo, the overlord of Xiliang, is sitting in Luoyang. Who can defeat him?
In Luoyang's academy, white-clothed scholars held scrolls and recited poems against each other, which was quite elegant.

In the study room of the side hall on one side, several scholars in white are surrounding a scroll of calligraphy and painting comments, and a handsome man/woman is particularly conspicuous among the crowd.

"So, this brush stroke is really first-class."

The handsome scholar raised his fan and pointed to the inscription framed in brocade from a distance, just right at the word "Jiangshan".

"Young Master Wei, do you mean that the word "Jiangshan" is the most delicate stroke?"

The elegant woman next to Wei Zhongdao asked softly, with a somewhat unconcealable smile hidden in her bright eyes.

Looking at him like this, why didn't Wei Zhongdao know that he, Miss Cai, had a new insight, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised, put away the son's fan, and bowed his hands to ask for advice.

Unexpectedly, at this time, a voice came from outside the crowd.

"Cai Wenji, it's decent for you to show off with your father's calligraphy when you're free?"

"Who utters such arrogant words?!"

The people present are all scholars, even if they have some grudges, they are written in writing, so why would they sneer at the first meeting?
At that moment, Wei Zhongdao didn't care who the visitor was, he turned around and gave a cold shout.

He was originally the son of Hedong Wei's family, and he was also one of the best figures in the academy. Seeing that he got angry, the people around hurriedly stepped aside, showing that someone was coming from outside the crowd.

The man was wearing a gray blouse, and his figure was a bit hunched. Although he was handsome, his face was sickly pale, and he looked weak, which was really not very pleasing.

"It's you?!"

Wei Zhongdao might not be impressed by others, but Chen Jue's consumptive face would be hard for Wei Zhongdao to forget, let alone when he was in the side courtyard of Cai Mansion with a group of local Luoyang scholars. Chen Jue was beaten up.

"It seems that the noble man may not be too forgetful. It's been a long time, Mr. Wei." Chen Jue greeted him expressionlessly.

He was obviously being polite, but Wei Zhongdao frowned, stretched out his fan and stood in front of Cai Wenji.

"What is your identity, how dare you talk to me?!"

"Master Wei, what you said is a bit hurtful."

"Hurt people? I'm going to hurt people today!"

Wei Zhongdao saw Chen Jue looking straight at Cai Wenji, seeing Chen Jue appearing in Cai's mansion that day already made Wei Zhongdao suspicious.

Cai Yong is a great contemporary Confucian, and there is a pair of sisters in his family. In order to avoid suspicion, there is not even a guard in Cai's residence, and there are maids to take care of him on weekdays.

Chen Jue suddenly appeared and was chatting with Cai Yingxuan. If Cai Wenji hadn't been by his side at that time, Wei Zhongdao would have killed Chen Jue in the Cai Mansion.

Seeing that this slave dared to make trouble now, Wei Zhongdao didn't say anything, just picked up the young master's fan, stepped forward and stabbed him!
Since Chen Jue dared to come to this academy to provoke trouble, he naturally made preparations. He held the non-grade tiger-head gilt gun on his back with his backhand, and directly swept away, forcing Wei Zhongdao to take half a step back. !
"What a slave! I think you can turn the world upside down!"

The power of this shot was completely different from that of the previous day. Wei Zhongdao only thought that Chen Jue had intentionally held back. Although he was surprised, he was not afraid and took another step forward.

The pre-Qin Shangwu, although it is now a hundred years at the end of the Han Dynasty, the scholars in Luoyang City are no more sour Confucianists than the later generations who only know how to read.

Even a scholar like Wei Zhongdao in a long gown and with a folding fan in his hand can act vigorously and resolutely, not at all weaker than a knight-errant who walks the rivers and lakes.

Chen Jue has dozens of force sensitivity attributes blessed by non-level weapons. He was barely considered a practicing family before, but facing Wei Zhongdao, who was born in this world of high martial arts, he really couldn't bear it.

If the folding fan in Wei Zhongdao's hand was not really made of paper, his hand would have been useless before ten strokes!

Feeling the burning pain in his arm, Chen Jue didn't even dare to bow his head, he could only rely on his skillful instincts, point the spear in his hand, and rely on the advantage of weapons to deal with Wei Zhongdao reluctantly.

The two of them passed more than 50 moves in a blink of an eye. Seeing that no one called to stop, Chen Jue only felt a little congested in his chest. Attack Cai Wenji!
In this flash of lightning, neither Wei Zhongdao nor the surrounding scholars watching the excitement, or even Cai Wenji herself, expected that Chen Jue would attack her if he got desperate.

Seeing the cold light of the tiger-headed gilt gun flashing like lightning through the air, it struck her in the face in an instant. Cai Wenji reacted almost instantly, and her whole body was shocked!
A burst of purple brilliance turned into purple lotuses and spread out directly. It didn't count that Chen Jue's tiger-headed gilt gun was swung away abruptly, and the remaining energy even knocked Chen Jue to the ground!

Seeing Chen Jue falling to the ground, Wei Zhongdao subconsciously reached out to take his life!

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the folding fan he stretched out had just drawn a bloodstain on Chen Jue's throat, but a purple glow blocked his folding fan!
"Master Wei, why bother with such a person?"

Cai Wenji easily blocked Wei Zhongdao's folding fan, and even took a careful look back at Chen Jue. He is indeed a famous figure in history. Even if he didn't inherit Cai Yong's Confucianism, he could beat Wei Zhongdao by luck alone. .

Although Wei Zhongdao was angry with Chen Jue, he had to pay attention to his sense of propriety in front of Cai Wenji. He gave Chen Jue a cold look and walked away.

Seeing Wei Zhongdao leaving, a group of scholars from the Academy looked at each other and followed Wei Zhongdao after hesitation, leaving Cai Wenji and Chen Jue paralyzed on the ground for a long time without getting up in this room. Somewhat strange.

Xiaolu has such power in one hand, obviously Cai Wenji doesn't care about Chen Jue's two-handed flower gun now.

She turned around indifferently, continued to look at the hanging calligraphy and painting, and said lightly.

"Tell me, why did you come to see me?"

"..."

Chen Jue, who was paralyzed on the ground, only felt a ball of hot blood choking in his throat. He obviously wanted to say something but couldn't.

Cai Wenji, who was still in a celestial spirit, turned around and kicked him, and he turned over and coughed twice, barely recovering his breath.

Only in this way, Cai Wenji naturally looked down on him even more.

"I thought you were still capable, but now it seems I think more highly of you."

"Stop talking nonsense, take me to see Dong Zhuo."

"You want to see Grand Master Dong? Why do you think I will bring you into the palace?"

Cai Wenji glanced at Chen Jue with some deep meaning, but the current him really has no reason for Cai Wenji to look up to him.

Dong Zhuo acted resolutely and fiercely in Luoyang, and everyone in the government and the public was alarmed. Only Cai Yong, a Confucian scholar, was quite optimistic about Dong Zhuo.

Although he didn't intend to become an official at the beginning, under Dong Zhuo's repeated invitations, he still accepted a title, and occasionally talked with Dong Zhuo about calligraphy and painting skills on weekdays.

Regarding these matters, Chen Jue was naturally very clear, otherwise he would not have returned to Luoyang and asked Cai Wenji for introductions.

But looking at it now, he still underestimated Cai Wenji a little bit. This girl really inherited Cai Yong's knowledge and resourcefulness, and she has a thorough understanding of right and wrong. Her younger sister Cai Yingxuan cannot compare.

After finally catching his breath, Chen Jue stumbled up. Relying on the force-sensitive attribute of the tiger-head gilt gun, he could barely hold on even if he was affected by Cai Wenji's momentum.

Cai Wenji looked at him standing up indifferently, there was no sympathy in those bright eyes, only indifference and alienation.

To put it bluntly, in her eyes, the current Chen Jue is not at all the same as her.

Looking at Cai Wenji, who was standing high in front of her, Chen Jue didn't think how pretty this girl was, but snorted disdainfully, the contempt in her eyes was beyond words.

Being looked down upon by a small person like him, although Cai Wenji's face remained indifferent, there was a hint of anger in the depths of her eyes.

"I didn't intend to hurt you, but if you really don't know good from bad, I will prevent you from walking out of this door today."

"Miss Cai, are you threatening me?"

"I don't bother threatening people like you."

Cai Wenji looked at Chen Jue quite proudly, but she did have the capital to say this.

Chen Jue was not in the mood to take advantage of these verbal advantages, so he said a few words in a serious manner.

"Why did you ask me just now, right? Does your sister still want it?"

"..."

Maybe it was because she was surprised by Chen Jue's frankness, or maybe it was because she didn't react for a while, Cai Wenji subconsciously didn't speak. After a while, she looked at Chen Jue with some deep meaning and said.

"It seems that you are really looking for death."

Listening to these slightly threatening words, Chen Jue raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said in a rare joke.

"Miss Cai, look at what you said. You are a talented woman who has read many books. If the young master of the Wei family sees this gnashing of teeth, maybe he will not marry you in the future."

After saying this, seeing Cai Wenji's face was a little gloomy, Chen Jue also knew that she should not be pushed into a hurry.

After all, the Cai family still retains Confucianism and Taoism inheritance. If you guessed correctly, Cai Wenji in this world of high martial arts may have a stronger cultivation base than her father Cai Yong.

If he is more urgent than her, maybe she can really make his life worse than death.

Thinking of this, Chen Jue didn't dare to be too arrogant. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said seriously.

"Nowadays the world is in peril and the Great Han River is about to collapse. I think the reason why your father chose Dong Zhuo is because of his strength and determination."

"..."

"It's just that strength and determination alone are not enough for many things, especially with a character like your father's, who just rely on congeniality, and you don't even know how you died."

Before Chen Jue could finish her exhortation, Cai Wenji suddenly asked a digression, "Your surname is Chen? What's your name?"

"Villain Chen Jue. Didn't Cai Yingxuan tell you about me? I remember you seem to know my name too?" Chen Jue subconsciously raised her brows, and she was really speechless when Cai Wenji asked this question.

Cai Wenji looked at him expressionlessly, as if she had recited his name silently in her heart, then she glanced at him lightly and said.

"Chen Jue? Good name, I hope you won't do something stupid."

"That depends on whether Miss Cai is worthy or not."

Chen Jue grinned, thinking that Cai Wenji bowed her head because of Cai Yingxuan's matter.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, Cai Wenji stretched out her hand directly, and her slender fingers cut open his chest like a hot plow knife in an instant!
In the next second, a mighty golden light flashed, causing Chen Jue's whole body to tremble. The blood in his throat rushed out, and blood foamed from his mouth!

"you?!"

Seeing Chen Jue's astonishment, Cai Wenji's face was as indifferent as before, and she probed into his stomach without showing any joy or sorrow.

The hand wrapped in Confucianism's noble and upright spirit broke apart as soon as it touched Chen Jue's muscles and bones, so that Chen Jue just held on for a moment before dying of dizziness.

"Disappeared? It's strange..." Cai Wenji groped in his chest for a while with her own hands, but in the end she still couldn't find any traces of Confucianism and Taoism, and she secretly felt suspicious.

(End of this chapter)