"Take them to the Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain"

On the cloud bed, Chu Feng's figure blurred.

"yes"

Hu Erniang walked out very simply.

...

At the foot of the floating fairy mountain, the Taoist temple was covered with trees and branches, quiet and peaceful. Suddenly, a strong cold wind blew across the mountain stream, leaving behind fallen leaves all over the ground, adding a bit of bleakness to the ancient buildings.

With a creaking sound, the heavy door was pushed open and dust fell all over the floor.

Chu Feng, wearing a thin Taoist robe, stepped across the threshold and walked forward, and unknowingly came to the towering old apricot tree. The stone tables and benches of the past were covered with dark dust, silently telling the little things of the past.

"I haven't been back for a long time"

Chu Feng gently stroked the table, and the look of memories flashed in his eyes.

"The master of the temple, Guo Jia, Cao Cao, brought it"

The cold voice of Hu Erniang sounded from behind.

Chu Feng didn't turn around and just stood there.

After a while, two different footsteps approached, one was light, and ordinary people didn't pay attention to it, and they couldn't hear it at all. They looked a bit like a woman; the other was heavy and powerful, and only heard the sound and did not see the person, and then they could imagine that the person who came was a high-ranking person.

"Welcome to the Lord of the Sightseeing Master, the Immortal Blessings will be forever, and will live with the heavens (worship to the Lord of the Sightseeing Master, the Immortal Blessings will be forever, and will live with the heavens)"

The two voices said in unison as if they had agreed.

Chu Feng turned around and looked at the two kneeling people. Guo Jia had a relaxed smile on his face, a moon-white robe, and a simple wooden hairpin strung with his hair. He still looked so arrogant and elegant.

Cao Cao was not stunning in appearance, average in shape, with a serious expression, and was wearing gorgeous clothes. He knelt there quietly, without any indication, but he had a look.

"stand up"

Chu Feng stretched out his hand to help him, and the invisible power was emitted, causing Cao Cao and Guo Jia to stand up involuntarily.

"Master of the Temple, during this period, I have built 140 Taoist temples and gathered 300,000 believers, and have documents as evidence."

As soon as he got up, Cao Cao took out a thick document seriously.

After Chu Feng signaled Hu Erniang to take it, he took a few steps and said, "Thank you for this period of time. You can slow down this kind of thing in the future without rushing. By the way, if you have any wishes, you can tell me that everything except for eternal life, there is nothing to be allowed."

Cao Cao was stunned when he heard this. After a while, he came to his senses and said seriously: "When Cao was young, he was rich and had no worries about food and clothing, and was better than most people. He was very fortunate. In the next few decades, he was in a military state. When he woke up, he held the power of life and death. When he was sleeping, he was beautiful and beautiful. He enjoyed what ordinary people could not enjoy. He had only one thing that he could not achieve.

Listening to Cao Cao's slightly showing off, Chu Feng felt a little curious about what made Cao Cao unable to do what he wanted.

"Fuck, I've always wanted to be a poet!"

Cao Cao said seriously.

As the most romantic hero in the Three Kingdoms in the late Han Dynasty, Cao Cao was a complex collection of cruel and romantic. He was not only the butcher who massacred the city and killed people, but also a poet who wrote "White bones are exposed in the wild, and no rooster crows thousands of miles away" and was compassionate.

"Poet, yes, I will let you be a poet once."

Chu Feng released a red jade scroll, and the clear light spread out, and the strange power emitted. A huge light was generated, covering everything.

Cao Cao's consciousness sinks, and it seems like a thousand years have passed. Cao Cao raised his head and felt his brain be drowsy.

A ray of evening sunset shone on his cheeks, and Cao Cao's consciousness became clear and looked around. It was a strange house.

“Where is this?”

Cao Cao issued the same inquiry as Diao Chan.

Suddenly, a strong sense surged up, and Cao Cao covered his head and rolled up. After half an hour, his body twitched constantly. Gradually, his consciousness recovered a little, and Cao Cao's eyes widened.

It turned out that he returned to the time when he was the Northern Lieutenant of Luoyang decades ago.

Looking at the bronze mirror in the corner of the wall, Cao Cao showed surprise.

"Not good, why is this happening!"

Cao Cao suddenly found that his memory of allusions about marching and fighting and governing the country was blurred, and he couldn't think about it, and he would be very troublesome when he thought about it.

After a while, the memories of later generations became blurred, and replaced by a large number of poems.

"The grass on the Lili Land withered and flourished every year. The wildfire cannot be burned, and the spring breeze will grow again."

"The young woman in the boudoir doesn't know how to be sad, and she put on the green building in spring. Suddenly she saw the willows on the street, and regretted asking her husband to find a title."

"If life is just like the first meeting, why does the autumn wind make a sad painting fan? It changes easily but the hearts of old friends, but says that the hearts of old friends are easy to change."

...

With one poem after another, the young Cao Cao became famous in the literary world early on. Although four-character poems were popular in this era, and poetry was not mainstream in the literary world, Cao Cao still relied on his fountain-like literary thoughts to burst out thousands of poems, forcibly bringing up the trend of poetry.

However, despite his great reputation in the literary world, Cao Cao suffered repeated ups and downs in his career. He first offended the powerful and unemployed at home.

Later, he successfully bought an official position, but the Yellow Turban Rebellion broke out and led his troops to attack the Yellow Turban. He was restricted by his ability to lead troops. He was defeated without any accident and was almost killed by the Yellow Turban Army!

After a few years, he was recruited as an official again because of his status in the literary world, but unexpectedly he encountered the Dong Zhuo change.

At Situ Wang Yun's family dinner, he was no longer the heroic man who raised his head and laughed and said frankly that he assassinated Dong Zhuo, but like other mediocre people, he was drinking while scolding Dong Zhuo.

Soon, Dong Zhuo died under Wang Yun's beauty plan and a plan of discord. As Wang Yun's supporter, Cao Cao was in a prosperous position.

Later, the Xiliang army counterattacked, and Cao Cao was displaced as a civil servant and the emperor, almost starved to death. It was not until Yuan Shao, who was in Jizhou, decided to obey the emperor to order the princes, that he escaped from embarrassment and became a decent civil servant.

Afterwards, he continued to rely on his literary talent and live under Yuan Shao's hands.

Decades later, he was old and sat on a small boat floating on the vast Yangtze River. Thinking of the world that was still divided, he chanted the last poem in tears.

"The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away all the heroes. Right and wrong, success and failure turn into nothing. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times..."

The hero in the poem is naturally not him. In this life, he is just a spectator!

A few days later, he died in a thatched hut with excessive drinking, and the kind villagers buried him.

On his tombstone, three words were written.

"Anonymous"

In the Taoist temple, the light disappeared.

Cao Cao, who had experienced a cycle of reincarnation, was already in tears.
Chapter completed!