Rewrite My Fate to Become the Daoist Ancestor

An ordinary small courtyard.

A few strong men stood in the courtyard with weapons, appearing somewhat crowded.

It was Liu Bei, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, along with Yang Jin, Hua Xiong, and others gathered here.

The three of them, Liu Bei, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, looked forward expectantly. An hour had passed, yet there was not a hint of impatience in their hearts.

With Hua Xiong leading the way, they did not encounter any difficulty from the soldiers of this small town.

Everything went smoothly.

They were about to meet the invincible Lü Bu.

Yang Jin looked around, carefully observing this residence of Lü Bu, filled with disbelief in his heart.

Lü Bu’s courtyard was not spacious. Apart from some flowers and green plants, only a few wild vegetables were planted, resembling the homes of ordinary people in this frontier town.

When Yang Jin entered this frontier town, it was as if he stepped into another world. He casually inquired from a passerby and learned that although there was no governance from the Celestial Dynasty here, it was a place advocating "relative equality."

Working from sunrise to sunset, living a simple and rustic life.

The young soldier leading the way, seeing that they were armed, enthusiastically explained the "Taiping Law" of this place, with words filled with pride and admiration for Lü Bu.

A sense of cultural superiority.

After listening to the young soldier’s account of the "Taiping Law," Yang Jin was utterly stunned and couldn’t help but ponder a question.

Could this mythical version of "Lü Bu" also be a Transmigrator?!

"Brother Hua, the last time you came, was it also here that you saw Lü Bu?" Yang Jin couldn’t help but lower his voice and asked Hua Xiong in the corner.

Hua Xiong nodded slightly, pointing his gaze to a spot just ten steps away, "Those few courtyards are his family’s residence, and not far away are his uncles’ homes."

"Why does Lü Bu live here..." Yang Jin’s doubts were growing deeper and deeper.

"It’s more comfortable to live in a small courtyard," Hua Xiong casually replied, "We military generals are often on campaigns, sleeping in tents for months. The environment here is already very good."

Yang Jin’s mouth twitched.

As the two were chatting softly.

An ordinary young man with a gentle demeanor quietly walked in. He looked at the standing Liu Bei, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and Zhao Yun, waved his hand, and a warm smile appeared on his lips.

Liu Bei, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and Zhao Yun returned the gesture with friendly smiles, but in doing so, they inadvertently felt a slight familiarity in the man’s face.

Yet, the four of them couldn’t immediately recall who he was.

Soon, the young man calmly walked into the inner room, disappearing from everyone’s sight.

"Big brother, third brother, did you feel that the little brother who just went inside looked a bit familiar?" Guan Yu said, gently stroking his long beard.

"Hey, when you think about it, he does seem familiar... I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere before," Zhang Fei muttered, scratching his head.

"Doesn’t that person somewhat resemble Lü Bu?" Liu Bei frowned deeply.

"Indeed he does; could he be Lü Bu’s son?" Zhao Yun said, not daring to assume that the young man who had just greeted them with a smile was Lü Bu himself, but there certainly was a strong resemblance.

With Zhao Yun’s words, the three of them suddenly felt enlightened, realizing the truth.

This person indeed bore a strong resemblance to the young Lü Bu at Hulao Pass, but their demeanor was entirely different, worlds apart, and without the imposing beast-faced swallowing head linked armor.

Upon first glance, it was as if he was an ordinary farmer, causing them to not associate him with Lü Bu.

"Is Fengxian here?"

After a while, a Yellow Robe Daoist walked into the courtyard and softly asked, looking at the few standing in the courtyard.

Taiping Master?!

Liu Bei glimpsed the yellow robe, and his pupils involuntarily shrank, recalling the repeated reminders from the young soldier about the "Taiping Law" they must obey.

Taiping? Could it be that Lü Bu was indeed a member of the Taiping Dao?

Guan Yu and Zhang Fei simultaneously tightened their grip on their weapons, casting wary looks at the Yellow Robe Daoist. Although the Taiping Master himself was weak and could be killed with a single blow, they were exceedingly difficult to deal with.

Because, where the Taiping Master was, Yellow Turban Warriors were sure to follow!

Seeing this, Liu Bei quickly raised his hand to stop his brothers from acting rashly, for this was Lü Bu’s yard where weapons must not be drawn. He cupped his hands and greeted:

"This Master, the Fengxian you mentioned should be that young brother; he is currently inside."

"What?! Fengxian?!!"

Yang Jin, who was whispering to Hua Xiong, involuntarily glanced at the Yellow Robe Daoist upon hearing this, only to see that beneath the Daoist robe was a dignified and gentle-looking Daoist nun, whose face bore a faint smile, giving one an inexplicable sense of closeness.

Yang Jin immediately stood up, walked to Liu Bei’s side, and whispered, "Lord Xuande, Lü Bu, courtesy name Fengxian."

Liu Bei displayed a surprised expression, not yet speaking.

"What?! That little brother is Lü Bu?!" Zhang Fei exclaimed, his voice booming like thunder, suddenly exploding in the courtyard, earsplitting.

"Third brother, lower your voice," Yang Jin hurriedly covered his ears, feeling a buzzing around them, the echoes lingering.

"Are you telling me that was Lü Bu?!"

Zhang Fei glanced inside the room, his sturdy frame involuntarily retreating slightly, his voice lowering a few decibels, his face still covered with a look of disbelief.

If someone else were to mention this matter to him, saying that the young man who greeted them warmly with a smile was actually Lü Bu, who slew millions without batting an eye?

The transformation is too great, isn’t it?

In his mind constantly flickered those chillingly cold eyes and the image of the young figure mercilessly wielding the Sky-piercing Halberd. Whenever the night falls silent, these images become the source of his nightmares, but the final freeze-frame is that just now warm-hearted smile.

He could not discern which was the real Lü Bu.

Liu Bei, Zhao Yun, Guan Yu’s pupils trembled as they looked toward Yang Jin.

They couldn’t distinguish either.

Only Hua Xiong’s face didn’t show any surprise; Lü Bu, not in combat, was just an ordinary person among the crowd. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Yang Jin shook his head, not having noticed the young man who had entered, merely saying: "Fengxian is Lü Bu’s style name."

Wuyou Daoist furrowed his brow, his gaze briefly paused on Zhang Fei and then swiftly brushed past Guan Yu, Zhao Yun, and Hua Xiong in the yard, scrutinizing them carefully, pondering secretly:

"Four first-class generals gathered together..."

The underlying reason could be easily discerned with a bit of speculation.

Lü Bu had only entered the room for a moment before walking out again, coinciding with Yang Jin’s words. He couldn’t help but cast an inquisitive glance, softly asking:

"Oh? I seem not to have met you before? How do you know my style name?"

He was twenty years old when his mother gave him this style name, it was after he emerged to assist Dong Zhuo and shot three arrows to kill the King of the Grasslands.

Even Hua Xiong, who had met him a few times, did not know his style name.

Yang Jin saw the look of doubt on the face of the young man coming out of the room and realized this youth was Lü Bu, his heart shocked.

"I have studied the Celestial Secret Divine Calculation extensively... It was precisely by relying on this art that I calculated Mr. Lü’s style name." He quickly explained.

Liu Bei, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei all directed their gaze towards the speaking youth, confirming that this person was indeed Lü Bu.

However, Zhao Yun discreetly glanced at the strategist Yang Jin.

Celestial Secret Divine Calculation?

His master had said, in this Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth, even Saints find it difficult to observe Celestial Secrets, how did this strategist know Lü Bu’s style name?

It seems strategist Yang Jin is no ordinary figure either.

"Celestial Secret Divine Calculation?"

Lü Bu did not understand, casually replied without delving further, and looked towards the Wuyou Daoist, a trace of apology sweeping across his face: "Mr. Wuyou, apologies, I have some private matters to attend to, must go entertain some friends who have come from afar."

Mr. Wuyou was usually busy traveling, finding time to stay briefly here.

This period was their time alone, Lü Bu often sought advice from Wuyou on various problems encountered in the development of the small town, and during leisure, accompanied Mr. Wuyou for field investigations, discussing and exploring solutions together.

However, at this moment, his attention was attracted to the three first-class generals before him.

Wuyou Daoist nodded, "Fengxian, I will wait by the side."

She worried Fengxian would be deceived.

Lü Bu turned to look at Liu Bei, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei who were still standing, stepped forward to sit, poured each person present a cup of tea, then smiled, reaching out:

"Everyone, please sit."

"Lü... Mr. Lü, I am Liu Bei, these two are my sworn brothers, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, this young officer is named Zhao Yun, and this is strategist Yang Jin."

Liu Bei stared at the gentle, smiling young man before him, dazed, only waking up from the dream-like state after a while, he solemnly introduced the group to Lü Bu.

The generals wore serious expressions, bowed to Lü Bu, tidied their attire, and then sat down.

Liu Bei hesitated several times to speak.

Lü Bu took a sip of tea, "If you have anything to say, feel free."

Liu Bei took a deep breath, slowly said: "I have a question I don’t understand, sir is mild-tempered, why... why..."

On Lü Bu, it seemed as if he saw again the youth who slaughtered all directions among the Eighteen Lords, even ancient Great Demons were not so.

He and Lü Bu were not on the same path.

If not for strategist Yang Jin’s analysis, he wouldn’t want to seek out Lü Bu, now upon meeting...

"Sir, why slaughter all beings?!"

Liu Bei gritted his teeth.

As soon as these words were spoken.

Yang Jin froze abruptly, nearly unable to hold back a mouthful of tea.

Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Zhao Yun all felt their brows twitching sharply, looking towards the expressionless Lü Bu.

About to die!

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