Three Kingdoms: The opening incorporates Li Cunxiao

Time and space intersect, and everything changes.

Under the same starry sky, the shining stars are different.

In the northern suburbs of Yecheng, the former Yunxiao Pavilion is in dilapidated condition, but the incense in it is still flourishing.

The young man in colorful clothes was sitting outside the temple drinking wine, feeling endlessly sad in his heart.

"Ji Nu, why are you drinking here again? What's the point of worshiping in this ruined temple?"

"Looking at it casually, I'm just impressed by the extraordinary craftsmanship of the statues in the pavilion, that's all."

"It's up to you. Go back to the city early. Today is my father's birthday. It won't be fun without you."

Shi Min's eyes flickered, not looking at anyone, and he tightened his tight robe.

The evening breeze in autumn is slightly cool.

"Stinky beggar, stay away. King Zhao Tian is drinking in front of his grandson. If you don't want to die, get away!"

"Fellow military lords, please be accommodating. I just want to find a place to take shelter from the wind."

Han people?

The soldiers drew their scimitars one after another and moved forward with a grin.

The beggar took out a jade pendant and carefully brought it forward: "Master Jun, if you have something to say, you have something to say."

The sergeant's eyes lit up, and he didn't expect that a beggar with an ordinary appearance could actually possess such a treasure.

Shi Min heard the noise in the distance, stood up with his sword, took two steps forward, took the jade from the sergeant's hand, put it in his hand for a closer look, and threw it back into the hands of the "beggar".

The beggar was grateful, and he bowed and said, "Thank you, sir."

"Han people, what's your surname, who's your name, why are you here?"

The beggar did not dare to look into Shi Min's eyes and bowed his head: "Xia Houcheng, the villain, come here to take shelter from the wind."

"Shelter from the wind? Ha! Do you know how many Han people worship here every year and have their heads cut off by the king of heaven and minced into pulp?"

"The villain knows."

In today's world, only one beggar has such courage?

Shi Min smiled and shook his head: "Oh? Are you really not afraid of death?"

"Ashamed of my ancestors, I have no shame and am looking for short-sightedness. If you don't give up, you can give me a ride."

Shi Min sighed, waved back, and led the man into the pavilion.

He dug out incense and candles from under a floor tile in the pavilion and gave them to that person.

He thought to himself and said, "A descendant of the Cao family?"

The man's eyes narrowed and he looked directly at Shi Min without any fear. Some are just endless hatred.

"Don't look at me like that. It's engraved on your jade pendant, and since you want to go here to seek death, I'll just make a random guess."

"I am also Han Chinese, my surname is Ran! My given name is Min, and my given name is Yongzeng."

So he is also Han Chinese?

No wonder he can open the door of convenience, and he knows that the place where the incense and candles are hidden turns out to be a compatriot.

"Your Excellency is righteous."

Seeing that he didn't want to mention it anymore, Ran Min waved his hand: "Bless you, leave quickly after paying your respects, and don't come back again."

"I have paid my respects to Guanzhong and Sili Pavilions. Now this is the last place. I won't leave. I might as well sleep here forever."

Ran Min sighed: "It's a pity that after today, this temple will be demolished. Shihu will not tolerate such a meritorious pavilion being erected on the boundaries of Ye City."

Cao Cheng lit a candle and knelt down respectfully: "The fourteenth generation of Wei Wu did not honor his great-great-grandson, but offered sacrifices to all the heroes and martyrs!"

I recall that in those days, the Jinwu heroes were unparalleled, and they single-handedly defeated the foreign tribes from all directions and moved north in fear. There were endless lamentations on the way, and no one in the world did not admire them.

Now times have changed, the Sima family is incompetent, the Central Plains is in chaos, and the Han people have become two-legged sheep.

Cry of sorrow, cry of pain!

Is it true that the backbone of the Han people is no longer there? The end?

Ran Min stared at the statue in the middle for a long time.

The world has been full of demons for a long time. If there are ghosts and gods, it would be a good thing to help this boy and restore peace to the world.

"Ran Min, a Han citizen, pays homage to the spirit of Jin Wuying. If you really have a spirit, open your eyes and see how destitute your descendants of the Zhang and Cao families are now. Look at the people in the world. How can we live in peace if we can barely survive!"

In Xiangyang City, Jinwu's war spear once again provoked a Jingzhou soldier. Zhang Wu suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart, as if his heart had skipped a beat.

It is very uncomfortable to not be able to go up or go down.

The next second, the system prompt sounded.

Ding, the host has a trust of faith, and the people to worship are: Cao Cheng and Ran Min.

Do you want to spend 10,000 points to build a bridge of faith?

The first trust of faith?

Who is Cao Cheng? I've never heard of it, but Ran Min is very familiar with it. After all, his fourth martial spirit belongs to that brat of later generations.

Unexpectedly, he also had a share in this sustenance.

Zhang Wu turned around to look at Cao Cao, who was trapped in the Mufu of Xiangyang Prefecture, and then at the crowds of Jingzhou soldiers in front of him. He grinned and said, "It seems that I don't have time to fool around with you."

The soldiers in Jingzhou were not aliens. Zhang Wu often did not kill the enemy, but relied on his superb martial arts to defeat the enemy over and over again.

But such behavior seemed to give the Jingzhou soldiers the confidence to step forward.

They eagerly wanted to step forward to see the champion Hou's martial arts skills and at the same time achieve their own fame.

Now, since he had serious business to do, Zhang Wu naturally stopped holding back.

The war spear was swung out fiercely, and dozens of people were reduced to pieces of flesh in the blink of an eye.

"Zhang Wu is here, go ahead and die!!!"

Seeing Zhang Wu's change of temper, everyone stopped. The timid ones threw away their weapons and knelt down nearby.

Zhang Yun ordered more military governors and swung his sword to kill the kneeling troops, which finally stopped the momentum.

It's a pity that it's easy to lose morale, but it's harder to regain morale than to reach the sky. After a short time, Jingzhou's troops returned to their previous state, and they only dared to step forward.

It is not possible to use heavy financial inducements or heavy punishments to slowly advance.

Zhang Wu took advantage of the fight and turned around and shouted: "Cao Xiu!"

"The general is here!"

"Return to camp and gather troops to put down the rebellion! Han Sheng, protect Wen Lie and break through."

The two generals responded with clasped fists at the same time: "Here!"

The big gun flew for a moment, and a mountain of corpses was piled up in the open space in front of the state pastor's mansion, and the blood flowed together to form a stream.

All Jingzhou soldiers were afraid and did not dare to step forward.

Although there were many of them, half of them were 'master soldiers' who had not fought hard, and the remaining half were domestic slaves who were worse than 'master soldiers'.

"The champion is so brave, who in the world is my rival? It seems that I thought too simply before."

Cao Cao heard Lu Su's sigh and looked back with a smile: "Zijing, this guy hasn't mounted his horse yet. You haven't seen Chi Ji's divine horse yet. Zhang Ziqian's equestrian skills are superb. How can you sigh like this?"

Jiangdong

Forget it, facing such an enemy is really too bad. Even a good counselor can determine the world, but there are prerequisites for that.

At the very least, with an existence like Zhang Wu, Cao Wei's advisers could do whatever they wanted.

At least no one would deliberately worry about the safety of the general. How many soldiers and horses could surround such a tiger general to death?

They have to be elite soldiers, the kind who will fight to the death.

Otherwise, when they are half surrounded, who can not retreat in fear because of their bravery?