The strong wind penetrated the doors and windows and turned into a breeze, whispering the gauze curtain, Hu Zhao pinched his pen and wrote something on the white silk, and next to the white silk was the letter Xun Yu had just sent him. He stared at the work he was about to finish, and when the last stroke was about to be finished, the pen suddenly broke with a click, and the original perfect masterpiece was destroyed in an instant.

The broken pen tip was raised, the white silk was covered with ink dots, and even the back of the hand was covered with black ink.

Hu Zhao sighed slightly, put down his pen and walked to the door. He grabbed the door handle with both hands and spread his arms and opened the door. In an instant, the wind rushed in unscrupulously. Hu Zhao's sleeves, beard and long hair were dancing wildly.

The opera master, let us go like this, do you really want to...

In an instant, the sky, which had already been covered with dark clouds, slashed a blue lightning with a "brush". In time, Hu Zhao vaguely saw something flying between the lightning and thunder.

After he could see clearly, the flying object had landed on his hands. He couldn't help but feel a little moved. He was so familiar with the carrier pigeon. The carrier pigeon shook the rain from the white feathers on his hands. Hu Zhao took off the small bamboo tube on his legs, turned around and entered the room with the carrier pigeon, and gently closed the door again.

The sound of heavy rain and lightning are terrifying, and there is no livestock in the bamboo forest dares to walk outside.

On the contrary, the room was surprisingly quiet. Hu Zhao sat in front of the desk and held the bamboo tube in his hand and remained silent. The pigeon stood quietly by the window and lowered his head to eat the rice grains in the plate. The atmosphere here was also terrifying...

The sunrise on Pingding Mountain was still the same. The boy sat on the hillside and watched the sunrise from the east mountain, and used small stones to form the formation of the Bagua diagram. At this time, the sound of footsteps stepping on the grass came from behind. The boy looked slightly and learned who the visitor was:

"Your injuries have not healed yet, so you should follow Mr. Zhongjing's words and lie down and admire him."

The reason why the boy said such words was because the person standing not far behind him was Sima Yi, who returned from the gates of hell. He looked a little weak and pale in a white long gown and a windbreaker.

"I always lie down and think I will get moldy, but it's nothing big to do if I just vent my breath."

Sima Yi walked to the boy and sat down. The boy didn't say much, and continued to lower his head and fiddled with his stone and asked:

"How was your injury?"

Sima Yi shrugged: "I don't know, I shouldn't die, right?"

Since Sima Yi woke up, he often used the young man's pigeon to send letters to his family, Fei Ge, a pigeon in Wen County.

During the words, Sima Yi discovered the gossip picture that the young man put on the ground. He couldn't help but feel familiar, and suddenly realized:

"Is the eight-door golden lock array you are setting up?"

When the young man holding a stone heard Sima Yi say this, his hands stiffened in the air for a while, and then raised his head and looked at him:

"Do you know the Eight Gate Golden Lock Array?"

This is naturally not unfamiliar to Sima Yi. The old man gave him the bamboo slips in detail described various methods of marching formations, including these eight-door golden lock formations. He also studied them carefully, and later learned from Xi Zhicai that he had basically mastered the precise arrangement of this formation and its own pros and cons.

"It's not considered knowing, it's just a little bit."

Sima Yi didn't want others to know that he understood military tactics, so he pretended not to know and pretended to be stupid and said:

"But I heard that this formation is very powerful. So far, few people can make it perfect, and few people can break it. I didn't expect you to remember it at such a young age."

The boy lowered his head again, looked at the eight-door golden lock array and sneered:

"Perfect? ​​This level of formation is not difficult for me at all. If someone dares to set up this formation in front of me in the future, then he is seeking death."

Sima Yi felt cold sweat coming from behind. This was the first time he felt this way. Dong Zhuo, who was as fierce as a jackal in the past, never made him feel this way. The talent and heroic spirit emitted by the boy in front of him should not be ignored.

The two of them were quite speculative, as if they were friends for ages. Sima Yi thought that he did not want to enter the official career, so he would not become an enemy with him, so he fell in love with him at first sight.

The young man also saw from Sima Yi's conversation that Sima Yi was definitely not as mediocre as he pretended to be on the surface. He has never spoken much to ordinary people. He is arrogant and also attaches great importance to Sima Yi very much.

Just as the two were having a good time, a boy under ten years old ran up the hillside panting and shouted unhappily to the boy: "Brother! An uninvited guest came to the house, and indicated that he wanted to see... to see Sima... Sima Yi..."

Sima Yi and the young man stood up immediately, and the young man looked at Sima Yi and whispered:

"It seems that you have many enemies."

The three of them rushed home in a hurry. When they stood outside the door, they could clearly hear the voice of a woman inside:

"I don't care, where is Sima Yi? Hand him over quickly!"

Both the elder and Zhang Zhongjing tried their best to dissuade her from impulsiveness, and not to step into the uneven courtyard. However, the woman was reluctant to listen. She shouted and looked around and looked around for Sima Yi's figure. After she couldn't find it, she was very annoyed and wanted to go through the courtyard and enter the inner hall to search. Just as she was only one step away from her footsteps, Sima Yi's low voice came from behind her: "You will die if you take another step forward!"

The woman was very happy when she heard his voice. She turned around and opened her eyes widened at Sima Yi, who was standing in front of her, and quickly stepped forward and looked at his body: "You have nothing to do, are you?"

The opposite of the woman's surprise expression was Sima Yi's expression seemed extremely surprised, almost unable to believe his eyes:

"Why are you here?"

The reason why Sima Yi was so surprised was that the person standing in front of him was nothing but Zhao Rui.

Zhao Rui didn't seem to hear Sima Yi's question, but just repeated her previous question:

"Zhou Ying and the others didn't do anything to you, right?"

"Zhou Ying?"

Sima Yi was not very familiar with this name and did not understand what Zhao Rui was saying. Instead, the young man standing behind him thought of the person who had brought people to make trouble before and later fell into the trap set by him and fled in a panic.

Seeing Sima Yi's dull reaction, Zhao Rui knew that Sima Yi was not hurt, so she finally put down the stone in her heart. She couldn't help but cry with joy, hugged Sima Yi and cried. Zhang Zhongjing, the young man and others around her were very embarrassed.

During the chat with Zhao Rui, Sima Yi learned that she and Zhou Ying went to Caoyang to find her, but no matter how she searched, she found nothing. Zhao Rui's emotions were hit hard and she even vented all her anger on Zhou Ying.

Zhou Ying comforted her and said that even if she couldn't find Sima Yi, she would take care of her for the rest of her life. This sentence touched the point of Zhao Rui's emotional outburst. She was furious and blurted out her own use of his affairs. She also said that Zhou Ying was not as good as Sima Yi and other deeply hurtful words. She became angry and couldn't bear the humiliation. Zhou Ying left Zhao Rui alone and returned to Wen County in anger.

When he returned to Wen County, he happened to hear Sima Fang's letter to Sima Lang and Sima Yi was seriously injured and had been sent by Guo Jia to Pingding Mountain to treat his injuries. In a rage, he immediately led several of his fellow villagers to Pingding Mountain to find Sima Yi to settle the score.

When Zhao Rui returned home and learned the news, she hurriedly chased after her without caring about a moment of rest.
Chapter completed!