In December of the third year of Jian'an, Lu Bu was hanged to death on the Baimen Tower.
Before he died, he remembered many things - he remembered the names of his three surnamed slaves, he remembered how he had raised a sword to Ding Yuan, called Dong Zhuo his father, captured the city against Liu Bei, and repeatedly attacked Cao Cao. He remembered Chen Gong saying that he didn't listen to good advice, Gao Shun saying that he was brave and foolhardy, and Zhang Liao bowing his head in silence in front of him.
When he died, he was thinking: If he could do it all over again... Even once.
Then he opened his eyes.
Twelve years old. Yanxi six years. He was still in Jiuyuan County, Wuyuan County, still at the border where the Xianbei people invaded every year, and he was still in that home. My father was not dead yet, and my mother was still boiling water in front of the stove. He looked down at his hands - he hadn't taken Fang Tian's painted halberd yet, and he hadn't killed anyone yet.
Memories from my previous life came flooding back. Those scenes of being hacked with knives and axes, the moments when he was reviled by thousands of people, the last moment when his head was displayed in front of everyone - all are as clear as yesterday.
He knelt on the ground, facing the bowl of coarse corn porridge, and whispered in a low voice: "I will never be Lu Bu again in this life."
Don't be that foolhardy Lu Bu. Don't be that Lu Bu who is unjust and unjust. Don't be like Lu Bu who follows anyone who offers him a favor and kills his old master who gives him a favor.
He wants to study. We must get used to having ten thousand enemies. We must truly understand what "loyalty" means - the kind of loyalty that is not something you talk about or exchange for an official title.
He wants the big man to live longer. When he was about to die, someone really cried for him.
Many years later, people will say: Lu Bu was the last backbone of the Han Dynasty.
Some people may also say: He just changed his method and deceived the whole world.
