Guo Jia stepped forward to Cao Yi, folded his hands, bowed solemnly, and said, "Mr.'s kindness is as heavy as Mount Tai."

Cao Yixu helped Guo Jia for a moment and said, "The priest has just returned to the sun, which is different from ordinary people. I have a few words that you must keep in mind the priest."

"Sir, please speak"

Guo Jia is very polite.

Cao Yi said seriously: "Don't touch the fire within seven days. After seven days, you can avoid it if you encounter fire."

Guo Jia nodded.

"Rebirth of Yang is a destiny. Once the priest dies, it will be extremely difficult to be reborn again."

Cao Yi added a few more words.

"I remembered it"

Guo Jia said.

At this time, Cao Cao came over and frowned and said, "I remember that the gentleman said that you can only live for twelve years in filial piety?"

Cao Yi nodded: "Not bad"

"Twelve Years"

Guo Jia felt a sense of loss when he heard his life, but it quickly disappeared.

Living twelve years is a blessing for him, the dead man.

Before, when he died, he felt very regretful because he did not see the unification of the world, peace came, and his son grew up, marrying and having children.

Now, there are twelve years, enough for him to finish these things.

"Faithfulness"

Cao Cao thought Guo Jia was disappointed, so he raised his hand and patted Guo Jia on the shoulder.

"Twelve years are enough for someone to complete the unification of the world with his lord."

Guo Jia said proudly.

"It won't take twelve years"

Cao Cao shook his head gently.

Guo Jia immediately guessed Cao Cao's upcoming military measures: "The lord is preparing to fight against Liu Biao in the south, Sun Quan?"

Cao Cao nodded and briefly explained what happened in the past six months and the preparations for Nanzheng.

After hearing this, Guo Jia felt it was inappropriate, but he did not speak out.

He and Cao Cao walked along the way and sought victory countless times. He believed that even if he was a little more dangerous this time, as long as he was careful, his chances of victory were still very high.

"A Father"

Guo Yi couldn't help but speak.

Only then did Guo Jia remember that he had neglected his son.

Walking to his son, patting his shoulders as thin as him, and saying with shame: "Since your mother passed away, you have been unrestrained by your father, and you have suffered."

The grievances that Guo Yi had accumulated since he was a child suddenly burst out and started to cry.

This made Guo Jia even more blameless and he never knew when to say it.

After a while, Guo Yi was still crying.

He couldn't stand Guo Yi's crying and silence, and Xu Chu teased: "Koist, can you still have a thousand heads?"

Guo Yi's crying came to an abrupt end, and he forgot about this matter.

Guo Jia looked at Xu Chu in surprise.

"That's the case..."

Xu Chu said the matter in its original form, and even the matter of kicking Guo Yi was not lost.

After hearing this, Guo Jia bowed to Cao Yi and said, "My son is reckless, sir, don't blame me."

Cao Yi said again what he said before that Cao Cao.

Guo Jia looked at his son: "Boyi"

Guo Yi immediately understood what his father meant and said with a bitter face: "It's really a joke."

If there were a hundred sounds, he would grit his teeth and slap them, but there were a thousand, which would kill people.

"I want to pay for it."

Xu Chu continued to tease Guo Yi.

With a thud, Guo Yi knelt in front of Cao Yi.

One, then one kowtowed again and again, and in a short while, his forehead turned red.

"Twenty-three"

"Twenty-one"

...

"Eighty-Nine"

"seventy"

"Seventy-one"

...

"Forget it, count from 120."

I don’t know if it was intentional or if it was not arithmetic, but Xu Chu made frequent mistakes.

Guo Yi, who had his forehead purified, was so angry that he wanted to get up and fight him.

"never mind"

When Guo Yi actually knocked two hundred times, Cao Yi spoke.

"Thank you sir"

After Guo Yi finished speaking, he turned over and lay down. His originally smooth forehead was already broken.

"It's getting late, I'll go back first"

Cao Yi and a few people bowed their hands and walked towards the Taoist temple.

Guo Jia helped his son up and followed Cao Cao and Xu Chu to the temporary camp not far away.

"Lord, do you have something to ask for?"

Xu Chu suddenly spoke, looking a little hesitant.

Cao Cao rarely saw Xu Chu like this and looked puzzled: "What's the matter?"

Xu Chu seemed to have no confidence in what he asked for, and hesitated for a few more breaths before saying, "Can you lead your troops alone when you go south this time?"

"Leading the troops alone?" Cao Cao frowned slightly and looked at Guo Jia beside him: "Fengxiao, what do you think?"

Guo Jia directly expressed his attitude: "Zhongkang is not suitable to lead the troops alone."

Cao Cao, who had never wanted Xu Chu to lead the troops alone, said with the flow: "You have heard it all."

"You heard it all"

Guo Yi learned a sentence.

Xu Chu: "..."

...

The next day, early in the morning, the hazy distant mountains were covered with a layer of gauze, and the shadows were everywhere and near in the misty clouds and mists, like a few strokes of light ink, smearing on the blue horizon.

In the forest of green plums.

Above a large plain cloth, there were several tables filled with lacquerware containing green plums, and several people sat in separate seats.

There was a steward standing beside the wine, and a soldier was in charge.

Soon, the soldiers brought the cooked wine over.

Cao Cao picked up a wine bottle from the desk, stood up, walked a few steps, and faced the south, chanting a poem: "Although the divine turtle is alive, there is still a time. The snake rides on the fog and finally becomes ashes of soil. The old horse is in the stable, with ambitions for thousands of miles, and the martyrs are in their old age, and they are full of ambitions..."

This poem was deeply impressed by Cao Yi. It was "Although the Turtle Lives" in "Step Out of the Xiamen". It was one of the four poems written by Cao Cao when he was in the north to Wuhuan and returned in triumphant manner.

On the side, Guo Jia, who had already passed away at that time, didn't know, thought it was Cao Cao's work, and praised him: "You said it well, your ambition is not as high as you are. The Prime Minister wrote another good poem."

Cao Cao drank the wine in the bottle and said, "Although I am old, my ambition is still there. When I go south this time, I will definitely wipe out Liu Biao and Sun Quan in the south in one fell swoop."

A trace of worry flashed in Guo Jia's eyes, but he didn't say anything.

Cao Yi spoke, but asked another thing: "What will the Prime Minister do after he wiped out the world?"

"After sweeping the world?"
To be continued...