On that day many years later, the battle of Chibi was full of flames.
The warship collapsed suddenly, fire and thunder bloomed, red lotuses were everywhere, the mast tilted, and millions of corpses floated, bleeding and drifting.
When Zhou Yu's eyes reflected the sea of Shura's blood, he remembered the afternoon when he met Sun Ce.
It was the year when Zhou Yu was four years old, the spring was just right, and the peach blossoms were flying.
Zhou Yu had just woken up from his afternoon nap, and was squatting by the pond at home to feed the goldfish when a laughing voice came from behind him. Before Zhou Yu could turn around, a kid who was visiting at home kicked him into the pond.
Zhou Yu fell into the water with a "plop", and the instigator pointed at him and laughed. However, there was no panic call for help as expected by the child, nor was there an exasperated curse. Water came out from one side and sneezed.
The child smiled and chased after him to tease him, saying, "Ah, I know water!"
He leaned in front of Zhou Yu, his nose almost touching his face, and said, "I'm going to cry, I'm going to cry!"
Zhou Yu wiped the water from his face with his sleeve, and the child laughed triumphantly, "I'm crying!"
Immediately afterwards, Zhou Yu grabbed the child silently and gave him a clean punch.
The child didn't expect that Zhou Yu would hit him as soon as he said it, and immediately yelled, and the two began to scuffle in the garden. Zhou Yu preemptively punched, and then punched after another, and greeted the child on the bridge of the nose. The child realized that such a fight It was too hard to get up, and when I wanted to run, I was hit hard on the back of the head again, and there were stars in my eyes, and I fell to the ground.
Zhou Yu rode up, pressed him and beat him to death. The child shouted for help at first, but then he was beaten until his nose bleeds profusely, and he couldn't scream. !"
The people who followed the families of both sides lost their souls in horror, and stepped forward to pull Zhou Yu and the beaten child away. Zhou Yu was punished by his father that day, and he was held in the courtyard crying loudly. The child who was beaten by him Then he was out of breath, caught a cold and caught a cold, and the bridge of his nose was almost broken. He was lying in the bedroom and couldn't get up. He was treated by a famous doctor at Zhou's house, and he recovered for almost ten days.
This was the only time his father beat him since he was a child. Even after so many years, Zhou Yu still felt a dull pain in his buttocks when he thought of that slapstick.
When Zhou Yu was young, Zhou Yu followed his father to Luoyang to take up the post. Xu Shao, a well-known scholar, who commented on Cao Cao as "a capable minister in the world, and a traitor in troubled times", commented on him when he saw him, and said politely: "This son will become a great cause in Jiangcheng. , but a handsome talent."
The corner of Zhou Yi's mouth twitched, and he blew on his beard in a disdainful tone, and said lightly, "Hey, just listen first."
Many years later, Zhou Yu read all the books in Luoyang, but he was so big in Luoyang that he could not find a teacher to teach him. At the age of twelve, Zhou Yi sent him back to his hometown Shu County. My parents are old, and the outside world is chaotic, so I go home to take care of the family business, study and treat the local people as filial piety, and go to Luoyang to be an official.
However, in recent years, the situation outside has become worse and worse, and even the father who served as Luoyang magistrate has resigned and returned to his hometown. Another spring came, but in troubled times, there were wars and refugees everywhere. Zhang Jiao led the Yellow Turban Army to take advantage of the fire to loot and flee in Jizhou, Yangzhou and other places. The northward passage of the silk shop at home was cut off several times.
Because my father was involved in the incident of the Yellow Turban Army, he returned home with a cart full of books and two old servants. In other words, my mother said that it would be fine if I resigned from office and came back to run some property so that no one would look after me at home.
Zhou Yu sat at home that day, anxiously waiting for his father to return home. Homework will be tested, whether you have practiced swordsmanship diligently, family business will be asked about what you have learned, what you have done, and who you are with in the past four years. Zhou Yu thought of his father often warning him not to make bad friends, but what is a bad friend and what is a good friend? He couldn't help but think of Sun Ce who was seriously ill in his own home when he was four years old. His father kept in touch with Sun's family very frequently, and Sun Jian, the prime minister of Xiapi County, didn't know what was going on now.
The Yellow Turban Rebellion broke out in eight prefectures, and it was so fierce that local officials were hanged and county mansions were burned. Even Wu County was not spared, and the Sun family may also suffer...
Just as I was thinking about it, someone from the mansion came to report: "Young master, the master sent a message that he arrived at the foot of the lonely mountain last night. He must have set off this morning and came home."
Zhou Yu immediately got up and straightened his robes. In fact, he had fiddled with this attire many times since he got up early, and it couldn't be more neat. Go and meet in person.
Zhou Yu felt restless, and paced back and forth in the hall, thinking that his father often scolded him, and the people who carried the sword were mostly rangers who messed up the law, slaughtered dogs and pigs, so he untied the sword. However, thinking of the current world, it is better to carry it with you. After going back and forth several times, I was really anxious, and finally went out with the sword.
Riding horses all the way to Chaohu Lake and taking a ferry, there is a lonely mountain on the other side of Chaohu Lake. There is a narrow road passing between the cliffs on both sides.
The craggy cliffs on both sides are constantly singing, the mountains are separated by birds, the steep mountains are perilous, the green waters and green mountains, and the mountains are stacked, as if they have been painted. He apologized to him and kowtowed three times to him.
Zhou Yu gritted his teeth and made a kite and gave it to Sun Ce as an apology, but Sun Ce forgot his childish temper within a few days, and bowed to Zhou Yu as an apology, which made Zhou Yu dumbfounded when he was a child. In the end, the two were fighting and fighting, and they didn't know each other. Sun Ce took the kite and clamored to fly it, so little Zhou Yu came out with him to fly the kite by Chaohu Lake.
That afternoon, a bamboo raft crossed the river, the green pines on both sides were like ink, and the long sky seemed free and easy with one stroke. Two children were sitting on the bamboo raft. The raft walked towards the river. Sun Ce was holding the kite, and the kite flew unsteadily in the canyon...
When the boat arrived at the shore, Zhou Yu pressed the sword in one hand and jumped steadily to the shore without looking at it. He threw it back, and the copper coin fell into the bamboo tube in the bow of the boat with a "clang".
"Master, go slowly." The boss of the boat smiled with a straw in his mouth.
Zhou Yu turned around and cupped his fists, and walked towards the mountain road. It was raining in spring and the ground was full of mud. After walking a few steps, he suddenly felt that today's ferry had a new look. While walking, he pondered, just now on the boat, he saw that the ferryman Kong Wu was strong and his muscles were knotted, as if he knew martial arts.
However, the ferrymen were all full of strength, and they couldn't tell why.
The empty mountain is full of emerald greens, and no bird calls can be heard. Zhou Yu walked through the woods all the way, and when he was about to reach the post station, a servant of the Zhou family hurried over and supported the tree to breathe.
"Young Master! Young Master!" the servant said in a panic, "Master, he..."
"Calm down." Zhou Yu suppressed the dizziness that rushed over his head, and tried his best: "Speak slowly, don't panic."
The servant gasped for a while, and said: "The yellow turban thieves are making trouble... Our master stayed in the post station outside Gushan last night. A group of yellow turban thieves came to rob and took away the servants and merchants of the entire post station. Our carriage is still in the new building. Outside the post station... ”
Zhou Yu suddenly heard a "hum" in his head, and he almost lost his balance. He tried his best to rub the center of his eyebrows, and after a while he came back to his senses. …”
In the end, he still came to his senses, the old man in Beijing was robbed by thieves, he had no property, and he did not bring his wife with him, so he had nothing to gain. In this way, my father's life is not in danger.
"Quickly go to the county government of Shu County to report to the officials." Zhou Yu ordered, "Go home and inform Fourth Uncle, don't let my mother know."
The servant nodded in astonishment, and Zhou Yu said again: "Go now, hurry up, I'll check the situation."
Holding the sword in hand, Zhou Yu didn't take the main road, but walked through the peach blossom forest, walking and leaping among the trees. I couldn't help comforting myself, my father was a clean and honest official all his life, and he didn't do anything unreasonable, so the Zhou family should not have suffered such a disaster, presumably most of them were safe and sound, most of the Yellow Turban soldiers just wanted to beg for property, how much money they wanted, I had no choice but to gave.
After walking fast for half a day, Zhou Yu was really anxious and anxious. For a while, he thought about how to rescue his father and the merchants who were kidnapped, and for a while, he thought about how the government should deal with this matter. The mother at home was not in good health when she heard about this incident, she was afraid that she would be frightened...
In this way, when the sun was slanting westward, Zhou Yu finally arrived at the Gushan Station.
The sunlight at dusk dragged his figure extremely long. In front of him, the post station under the hillside had been burnt to black, the house was nearly half collapsed, and several charred corpses lay outside the ruins.
On the wall of the half-collapsed courtyard, there are eight characters written: the sky is dead, and the yellow scarf will stand.
Some voices came from the ruins, it was a low and hoarse man crying, Zhou Yu's heart trembled, and he couldn't help speeding up his pace. When he approached the post station, he vaguely saw a man inside the dilapidated post station with the flames still on from the gap between the bricks and tiles. Kneel on one knee, facing a wounded man.
The man pulled out the dagger from his waist, and with one stroke, the crying stopped abruptly as if it had been cut off.
Zhou Yu's heart skipped a beat. He held his breath, not daring to disturb the robber, and approached slowly.
The saber was unsheathed, and the bronze sword was shining brightly, reflecting the brilliant sunset.
"Who?" The man suddenly became alert and shouted.
Without saying a word, Zhou Yu flew in and shouted angrily, "Put down your weapon!"
Immediately afterwards, a stick flew towards him, and it came in front of him silently. Zhou Yu held his sword across his chest and swept it on the spot. The swords and sticks collided with each other. The next reverberation.
"Okay!" The man applauded loudly and met Zhou Yu face to face. Zhou Yu lost his mind for a moment, and the two looked at each other.
It's just a short stay between one breath and one breath, and the millennium is like a white cloud.
That man was actually a young man about the same age as Zhou Yu, wearing a capable martial arts robe, his brows were like ink, his rough eyes were like a stroke in a landscape painting, his eyes were bright, his lips were slightly raised, his nose bridge was straight, and he was full of heroic spirit. Zhou Yu secretly shouted hello, unexpectedly there is such an outstanding figure in the Yellow Turban Army.
And when the boy and Zhou Yu met face to face, he was stunned for a short time.
The next moment, both of them came back to their senses at the same time, Zhou Yu immediately retreated, stepped on the courtyard wall, kicked hard, and the charred brick wall was overwhelmed, and all of them collapsed.
The young man swept away with a stick, took the broken bricks and tiles with the force of the spiral stick, and then let it go outward, turning into a rain of flowers and chasing Zhou Yu!
In an instant, the two have changed from a surprise fight in the post station to a bright sword and bright stick, fighting openly and aboveboard! The young man's stick technique was wide open and closed, and he walked all the way vigorously. Every time the stick was swept down, it could arouse strong winds, and smashed the station into flat ground in a short while. A flat boat in the violent wind and rain, the more it hits, the more frightened it becomes. I can't deal with this guy, I underestimate the enemy!
Zhou Yu withdrew and retreated, dodging into the peach blossom forest, the young man did not give in at all, and followed him like a shadow, the trees grew more and more everywhere, suppressing the stick technique, the young man dragged the iron stick back, the stick's intention changed, and suddenly changed to stabbing As for the way, Zhou Yu knew that the young man must have been taught by a famous teacher as soon as he saw this stick technique, and he couldn't be an ordinary bandit.
"Stop!" Zhou Yu shouted, "I'm not a bandit!"
"Admit defeat?" the boy said with a smile.
Zhou Yu didn't know why, suddenly became furious, angry and silent, thinking that the young master just didn't want to fight meaninglessly, and was afraid that you would fail, so he immediately returned the sword and dragged it, and then poured out a rain of swords!
The young man wanted to close the attack, but when he saw Zhou Yu attacking in anger, he immediately became aggressive, shouted "Hello" again, the man joined the stick, and bullied him forward!
Zhou Yu whirled a bronze sword, and his figure had already melted into the shadow of the sword with cold light. One false move, three transformations, three transformations and ten layers appeared one after another, and then he rolled it with the blade, rolling up peach blossoms all over the sky, A petal flew over and landed on the sword spine.
The young man leaned up to avoid the edge of the sword in an instant, and then Zhou Yu dragged his sword across, the petals on the sword were attracted by the stagnant energy, and as he swept away with the sword, they did not lift up. The next moment, the sword intent was like water, turning softness into strength, and suddenly swept away!
That style is the ancient sword technique "Assassination of Qin" in the Warring States period. The figure is poor, the dagger is exposed, the sword has no killing intent, but the strength is hidden in the blow of the peach blossoms in the sky.
Time seemed to be frozen, and the boy's pupils shrank suddenly, reflecting the figure of Zhou Yu holding a sword, and then shouted angrily with each other.
"Back!" Zhou Yu yelled like thunder!
With a sound of "shua", the peach blossoms in the sky shattered, and the strong wind rushed towards the young man. The young man said loudly, "Gong Jin! Be merciful!"
Zhou Yu was stunned for a moment, and then the young man went up against the sword wind and struck with a stick. Zhou Yu lost his aim at the moment when he was about to fail, and was hit by the young stick's head on the sword, and the sword flew sideways and pierced into the sword. Inside the tree trunk, he couldn't hold back his momentum at the same time, and crashed into the boy's arms in a panic.
"you… "
Zhou Yu was speechless, and then suddenly remembered a cynical bastard whom he had not seen for many years...
"Are you going to cry?" The child leaned in front of his face, baring its teeth and claws, its nose almost touching his face.
"Crying, crying..." That immature voice sounded in the memory.
"Give me this kite, Zhou Yu?"
"Yu, who is also a beautiful jade. My name is Sun Ce, the strategist, and I will follow you everywhere..."
The two children are drifting away on the sampan, the green river water, the ink-stained mountains and rivers, the sky is the same color, and the lone goose flies back...
A kite with its tail fluttering in the blue sky.
"Sun Bofu." Zhou Yu pulled the sword from the tree and said, "How did you recognize me?"
That young man was Sun Ce, and when he heard him laugh, he came up and hugged Zhou Yu tightly, and punched him on the head. Zhou Yu angrily pushed him away, telling him not to mess around. Sun Ce dragged Zhou Yu, and Zhou Yu dragged him again Holding the sword, he was dragged away by this big horse monkey-like old friend in a short time.
At night on the western mountain, a bonfire was lit next to the post station, reflecting the faces of Zhou Yu and Sun Ce.
"... My father asked me to come and find out about this matter." Sun Ce said, "I didn't expect Shibo to be in the post."
Zhou Yu frowned deeply, and hummed absently. Sun Ce patted Zhou Yu's shoulder again and said, "Don't worry, I just want money. I've sent someone back to report the letter."
"I'm afraid..." Before Zhou Yu could finish his sentence, Sun Ce had already wrapped his neck around his neck and covered his mouth with one hand.
Zhou Yu: "..."
Sun Ce laughed, pushed him away, and punched him again. Zhou Yu really couldn't get used to this passionate and unrestrained way of getting along, and couldn't help but want to groan, but couldn't get angry.
"How have you been in recent years?" Sun Ce asked, "When I heard that you were studying in Luoyang, I wanted to meet you for a while, but my father took a new job in Changsha and couldn't get away."
"It's okay." Zhou Yu added firewood to the bonfire absent-mindedly, and replied casually, "Study, settle accounts, take care of the family's business, be disciplined by my father, take care of my mother... the days go by in the blink of an eye, how about you? How can you recognize it at a glance?" out of me?"
"You hold the ancient sword Chijun that my father gave to your father in your hand, can you not recognize it?" Sun Ce laughed.
Zhou Yu nodded slightly, Sun Ce patted Zhou Yu on the back, and said to himself: "My mother gave me a younger brother, who has been tossing around all day long, and it's just like this, studying, learning the art of war, training and fighting..."
"Hey." Zhou Yu laughed and shook his head. He didn't know whether he was laughing at Sun Ce or himself. This guy had a much more exciting life than himself, and he couldn't stop for a moment.
Zhou Yu asked again: "Why did you come here alone? Your father doesn't care about you?"
Sun Ce chuckled, threw the grass stalk in his mouth, raised his eyebrows at Zhou Yu, and said, "Go to sleep, get enough strength, and go up the mountain to investigate tomorrow."
Zhou Yu was baffled, but Sun Ce lay down on his own, so Zhou Yu could only sleep in a state of anxiety.
The night wind blew, and the peach blossoms were messy. Zhou Yu had been on the road for a whole day. At the moment, he was extremely exhausted, and he was worried about his father's safety. He tossed and turned, but Sun Ce slept peacefully. Zhou Yu was tormented by countless thoughts until the climax of the moon before he couldn't hold it anymore and fell asleep drowsily.