It has been more than half a month since Wang Yun held his birthday party, and during this period, Cao Cao still had no movement at all.
Ma Xiaoquan lay in bed and was depressed for half the morning.
"No! In The Romance of the Three Kingdoms, didn't it say that Cao Cao got the Seven-Star Sword after Wang Yun's birthday banquet and assassinated Dong Zhuo the next day? How come it's been half a month and there's no movement from Cao Cao?"
In fact, it's not that Cao Cao didn't assassinate him. The key is that the Seven-Star Sword is now in his hand, Ma Xiaoquan. How do you ask Cao Cao to assassinate him? With his hands?
Dong Zhuo was born in the military and was extremely powerful. It is said that his arms could lift a sledgehammer weighing hundreds of kilograms. Cao Cao rushed to strangle Dong Zhuo, but Dong Zhuo probably strangled him to death before he could make a move.
"No, we have to find a way to get the Seven Star Sword to Cao Cao again." Ma Xiaoquan said, hurriedly put on his clothes and walked out.
Not far away, Ma Xiaoquan was stopped by Wang Yun's housekeeper.
"The Immortal will stay behind, the Immortal will stay behind!"
Ma Xiaoquan stopped, looked at the housekeeper, and asked, "What's the matter? Is something wrong?"
The butler bowed to Ma Xiaoquan and said: "Sir, Master, when I went to court today, I specially ordered my servants to prepare a good horse for you to ride on."
"Oh?" When Ma Xiaoquan heard this, he thought to himself: This old man Wang Yun is quite good at flattering horses. It just so happens that your name is Ma, so you can send a good horse over. Yes, yes, yes, yes.
Ma Xiaoquan laughed loudly and was about to mount his horse.
These days, Ma Xiaoquan realized that he had traveled to this era and could not ride a horse. Therefore, Ma Xiaoquan specifically "instructed" Wang Yun to find a master to teach him how to ride a horse. Wang Yun was also smart. Not only did he do it, but now he also gave himself a good horse.
horse.
After getting on the horse, Ma Xiaoquan did not show any pretense and rode directly out of Situ's mansion.
Luoyang City, after being looted several times by Dong Zhuo, was already in dilapidated condition, but Dong Zhuo was still determined to be evil. Not only did he dominate the court, but he also used 10 cauldrons filled with boiling oil to intimidate the ministers.
If anyone refuses to obey, they will be blown up on the spot, which is the so-called extremely cruel "explosion punishment".
Ma Xiaoquan rode his horse and strolled through the dilapidated city of Luoyang, feeling emotional in his heart.
According to the development of history, Dong Zhuo will only die when he reaches Chang'an, but now Cao Cao has not assassinated Dong Zhuo, the matter has not been revealed, and the crusade against Dong Zhuo has not yet begun, this...
"Hey!" Ma Xiaoquan shook his head, his complex feelings hard to express.
At this moment, a general wearing silver armor and a clay helmet suddenly appeared out of nowhere, stretched out his hands and blocked Ma Xiaoquan's path.
"Who are you? Do you know that the Taiwei has an order not to ride horses in the city?"
Ma Xiaoquan looked the general up and down, but he saw that the general had a sinister eyebrow, short hands and long legs, and he was not a good bird at first glance.
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled and said: "I was passing by and didn't know this. I hope the general will pay attention."
Ma Xiaoquan said, got off his horse, reached into his arms and took out a piece of silver, and handed it to the general.
When the general saw the silver, he raised his eyebrows, chuckled, grabbed the silver, and stuffed it into his arms.
As soon as Ma Xiaoquan saw the show, he asked the general: "General, the common people come here because of his fame. I have heard for a long time that Mr. Taiwei is famous for his great kindness and kindness. Now, I have come here specifically to pay homage to Mr. Taiwei. I don't know.
General, can you recommend me to the common people?" Ma Xiaoquan said, taking out another ingot of silver and stuffing it into the hands of the general.
He raised his eyebrows, collected the money, and said: "It's not that I don't recommend it, it's just that the Lieutenant is very busy. Forget it, since you said you admire the might of my great Han Lieutenant, then I will guide you."
Go meet someone."
Ma Xiaoquan bowed to the general and led his horse to follow behind him.
On the way, Ma Xiaoquan felt chilled and disgusted.
The old thief Dong Zhuo, after entering Luoyang, burned, killed, robbed, and plundered the palace maids. He indulged his subordinates in plundering the people of Luoyang.
The more Ma Xiaoquan thought about it, the angrier he became. Thinking of those false flattery words just now, he suddenly felt sick in his stomach.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled and waved his hand: "General, it's okay for the common people. I'm new to this place and I'm not used to the climate. Haha..."
This general was also a rough man. Seeing that Ma Xiaoquan was fine, he ignored him.
When the two came to an inn, Ma Xiaoquan saw a person standing at the door of the inn.
This man has a smokey appearance, has splayed eyebrows, is more than eight feet tall, and wears a silver helmet. You can tell at a glance that he is the leader of this group of people.
When the silver helmeted general saw Ma Xiaoquan and the others, he stopped them and asked, "Gouzi, what are you doing with this man?"
The general leading Ma Xiaoquan heard this and quickly said with a smile: "General Zhang, I, I heard that this man has admired Lord Taiwei for a long time, so I came here to take a look..."
"How presumptuous!" Silver Helmet General shouted loudly and said, "You are so stupid. What will you do if this person has evil intentions?"
When Pian Jiang heard this, he was so frightened that he knelt down and kowtowed like a chicken begging for mercy.
General Jin Helm scolded the general and drank it. Then, General Jin Helm glared at Ma Xiaoquan and said, "Who are you, who has done something wrong to my great Han Taiwei?"
Ma Xiaoquan shook his head helplessly. At the same time, he was also thinking: Dong Zhuo's subordinates don't have many people with the surname Zhang, and there are not many who can be ranked. According to the development of history, although Zhang Liao and Zhang Wenyuan are very powerful, but then
He is Lu Bu's subordinate, and he is not very famous now, so this person should not be Zhang Liao.
Ma Xiaoquan paused and said, "I dare to ask the general, but Marquis Pingyang, General Zhang Ji?"
The silver helmeted general was stunned for a moment when he heard this.
He looked at Ma Xiaoquan carefully and thought to himself: Why do you think I'm unfamiliar with you, and you think I'm unfamiliar with you, right? If I didn't say that I was Zhang Ji, I really don't know what you kid would think.
I could see it at a glance.
Jin Helmet involuntarily held the sword at his waist with his right hand.
"General, don't be alarmed. The little immortal has come from afar and obeys the master's orders. He is here to pay homage to the Taiwei."
After Ma Xiaoquan said this, he knew that the person in front of him was Zhang Ji.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Ji exclaimed, looked at Ma Xiaoquan with great interest, and said, "If you dare to call yourself a fairy, I will let you see what you are capable of, general."
Ma Xiaoquan smiled, stretched out his hand, and grabbed Zhang Ji's sword.
"What do you mean by this?" Zhang Ji panicked and forgot that there were many soldiers around him.
"Haha, general, don't panic, Xiaoxian is just borrowing the general's sword temporarily."
After all, Zhang Ji is a martial artist and treats his sword like a son. How can he lend it to you for no reason? No, what if you kid takes my sword and attacks me secretly?
Zhang Ji threw Ma Xiaoquan away and ordered his men to prepare a knife for Ma Xiaoquan.
Ma Xiaoquan was not too pretentious. He picked up the knife and wiped it on the blade with his thumb.
"What a sword!" Ma Xiaoquan laughed, looked at Zhang Ji and said, "General, watch it!"
Zhang Ji frowned and couldn't help but draw his sword and jumped back two steps. At the same time, all the soldiers on the left and right drew their swords and drew their spears, fearing that something would happen to their general.
"Drink!" Ma Xiaoquan roared, and with all his strength, he aimed the knife at a table leg of the inn and chopped off it.
"Crash!" Because one of the legs was chopped off by Ma Xiaoquan, the table was unstable on three legs and swayed a few times, but it did not fall over.
Ma Xiaoquan kept up his efforts, slashing several times until the table was chopped down.
"What do you mean by this?"
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled, looked at Zhang Ji, and said: "General, Xiaoxian just tried the sword. General, this sword is really sharp!"
As Ma Xiaoquan said this, he grabbed the knife with his backhand and pointed it at his thigh.
"General, watch out!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ma Xiaoquan pressed the knife down.
"Ah!" Although Dong Zhuo's sergeants were all rough and cruel, they could not harm themselves with weapons, and Ma Xiaoquan's actions at this time just touched the nerves of everyone present.
The sharp blade pierced Ma Xiaoquan's thigh fiercely. Ma Xiaoquan looked at Zhang Ji helplessly, released his hand holding the knife, and said: "General, Xiaoxian, please ask the general to pull out this knife for Xiaoxian."
Zhang Ji blushed and was at a loss.
Go ahead, you are scared too, don't go, it will be embarrassing and humiliating in front of so many people.
"Ahem!" Zhang Ji coughed twice, but still mustered up the courage to step forward and grab the handle of the knife. He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and pulled out the knife with a "stab!"
"Haha..." Zhang Ji heard a burst of laughter.
After mustering up the courage to open his eyes, Zhang Ji was dumbfounded. The man in front of him was holding his pants. Not to mention being injured, he didn't even see a drop of blood.
"You..." Zhang Ji was speechless.
"Haha!" Ma Xiaoquan bowed his hands to Zhang Ji and said, "General, don't be surprised. Xiaoxian is really here to pay homage to Lord Taiwei this time. Please let me know, General."
Zhang Ji believed it this time, and quickly sent his subordinates to prepare horses. He didn't care about the horses, so he mounted them and ran away.
After burning incense, sergeants from the first brigade came rushing to the door of the inn.
The leader, Ling Guan Yingbo, was carrying a square-shaped halberd and a blood-red BMW under his crotch.
"Fengxian?" Ma Xiaoquan was happy when he saw it was Lu Bu.
"Master Shangxian?" Lu Bu was also shocked when he saw Ma Xiaoquan. He quickly dismounted, took Ma Xiaoquan's hand and said, "I heard from Zhang Ji that a strange person wanted to visit my adoptive father, so my adoptive father asked Bu Dai to come and find out what happened.
, Bu thought on the way, maybe it’s Master Shangxian, but he didn’t expect it, haha, I didn’t expect it... It turned out to be Master!”
After Lu Bu finished speaking, he turned around and shouted: "Come on, escort Master Shangxian!"
"yes!"
...
When a group of people came to the gate of Dong Zhuo's palace, Lu Bu said to Ma Xiaoquan: "Sir, Lord Immortal, Lord Foster is working on something at the moment. Can you wait a moment?"
Ma Xiaoquan looked at Lu Bu in confusion and thought to himself: What good thing can you, old thief Dong, do just because of the smell of rouge and gouache? You must be doing it again.
No, I have to move faster.
Ma Xiaoquan nodded and quietly followed Lu Buyi to pick up Dong Zhuo.
After about two sticks of incense were passed, bursts of laughter could be heard in the palace.
When Lu Bu heard this, he raised his head and said, "Sir, that's enough. Bu will go and report it to his adoptive father!"
Ma Xiaoquan nodded and watched Lu Bu enter the palace.
"Dong Zhuo? Haha..." Ma Xiaoquan took a deep breath, raised his head and looked at a few crows that had stopped on the palace.