Chapter 6 Zhang Jiao’s Legacy

Author: Huang Tianzhixu

Chapter 6 Zhang Jiao’s Legacy

Zhang Jiao has left very little legacy, very pitiful.

A pure spiritual power poured into Mu Yi's sea of ​​consciousness, and Mu Yi's talent was further transformed.

He also further began to understand the true connotation of his talent and break the boundaries, which is the effect of his ability.

Because his strong desire to change the world and the particularity of his own soul led to the sublimation of the knowledge in his mind, which prompted him to possess this ability.

It is also his own particularity. The era of information explosion made him read too many books. When these hidden memories are reflected in the bottom of his mind, they are all clearly recalled when their mental power surges.

So he naturally possessed talent, and now Zhang Jiao's mental power has further evolved his talent.

At this moment, he can not only break the connection between the world, but also break the boundaries for others.

"Is this your will? A great wise teacher..."

Feeling this new ability, Mu Yi fell into silence. This distinctive effect, even if Zhang Jiao died, was he still thinking about breaking the oppression on the people?

"Zhou Cang, Pei Yuanshao, come here!" Mu Yi called softly.

"Little wise and good teacher!" Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao walked to Mu Yi's side.

"Are you still willing to fight for the Yellow Turban again?" Mu Yi looked at the two of them seriously.

"Natural!" Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao's eyes were firm.

They are all at the level of internal energy becoming stronger. As long as they are willing to go to the subordinates of the princes, the princes will turn a blind eye to accept them. They can eat delicious food and drink spicy food every day.

But they could not let go of the Yellow Turbans, and the Yellow Turbans behind them who had no internal energy, even the elderly, weak, sick and disabled, so they walked aimlessly on this wasteland, praying for a way to survive.

"Okay! Hold on to it, it will hurt a lot!" Mu Yi slapped his hands on the chests of both of them, and then used his abilities.

In just a moment, Mu Yi's face turned pale and his body was shaking. The terrifying consumption made his unhealed body worse.

But when he was about to fall, his two big hands supported him.

"Little wise and good teacher!"

Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao slowly radiated yellow internal energy from their bodies, and then the color of the internal energy became lighter and lighter, until it became colorless.

The original feeling of majesticity gradually disappeared, and it looked like an ordinary yellow turban.

"It seems that it must be successful!" Mu Yi grinned and said with a smile.

He succeeded, and he used the concept of breaking the shackles. At this moment, Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao had already broken through their original limits and reached the level of internal energy leaving the body.

However, it was because the two of them had reached the threshold. If it weren't for this, they wouldn't have been able to escape from the deer with Mu Yi's original body for several years.

Now, even if they are the weakest level of internal energy leaving the body, they are still the internal energy leaving the body.

If they were targeting tanks before, their corresponding counterparts would be really human-shaped nuclear warheads.

"Next, I'll leave it to you!" Mu Yi broke free from the two of them, stood up straight and said slightly weakly.

"I will not be humiliated!" Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao clasped their fists.

...

On the next day, this team of tens of thousands of people approached the county.

But the county is a small town, which belongs to Donglai County.

The population is only 10,000 households, and the total number is only more than 40,000.

When the guards on the city wall saw the figures in the distance, they immediately shouted that the guards at the city gate would close the city gate.

"There are no Yellow Turbans, they should be refugees. Go quickly to inform the county lord!"

The leading guard breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, these guys were not Yellow Turbans, otherwise the size of tens of thousands of people would be enough for them to drink a pot.

Relying on his own fame, Kong Beihai had just seconded many people from all over the country to Hulao Pass to conquer Dong Zhuo, who was doing all kinds of evil. At this pass, he was about to encounter such a large-scale Yellow Turban, and something might happen.

In fact, although the Yellow Turban is just a headdress, it represents something different in this world.

Picking off the Yellow Turban will not allow them to live longer. Most of them rebelled will be unable to survive.

Wearing yellow turbans on their heads can actually make them live longer, and at least one belief can make them continue to hold on.

It is not false, but a belief that exists, allowing them to endure hunger.

Only after death do they take off the yellow turbans of the dead and take them with them, as if they have brought the faith of the dead.

So for each city, distinguishing between Yellow Turbans and refugees depends on whether there are Yellow Turbans on their heads.

However, even if it is not the Yellow Turban, the refugees are difficult enough. Those refugees who are hungry and crazy may directly attack the city gate, and they may inevitably fight at that time.

Yuan Zhan, the county lord of the county, was in a good mood today.

Originally from a branch of the Yuan family in Runan, he was not as wise and brave as a county magistrate at this age, because of the operation of the Yuan family.

When I heard that Yuan Shao was elected as the leader of the Sour Zao League, I was naturally overjoyed and proud.

He attracted a few singers and songs, but he took a few lieutenants to play with the pot.

As the saying goes, hit the high moon, throw it into a pot and break the sad face.

This is the favorite of contemporary literati and the favorite game of aristocratic families.

Just as he was accepting the compliment from the minor official, there was a noisy sound outside, and the door was pushed open, and a panicked figure rushed in.

"Mr. County Lord, something is wrong!" The person who came looked at his county king with a panic look on his face.

"What a panic!"

Yuan Zhan frowned, and these mud legs couldn't hold back.

He waved a few singers away, then dressed up, sat calmly on the collapsed seat, and said calmly:

"What a moral thing to do if you're so panicked!"

The unhurried and slow elegance made the visitor calmer a little. The county magistrate was so confident that he instantly felt relieved.

"Report to the county lord! There are more than 10,000 refugees outside the city who are approaching! Please give orders!"

"What!"

Yuan Zhan suddenly stood up, staggered and fell to the ground, then got up, and grabbed the person's sleeve in a panic, not caring about any bullshit style.

"How many people did you say?"

"Ten or 20,000 refugees!" Cheng Shou, who was driven by Yuan Zhan's panic, was also very panic.

My family knows their own affairs, and now there are only about two soldiers in the entire city, which is more than 200 people.

According to the recruitment system of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the number of real permanent troops in the counties and counties in the world would not be too large. Even if the Yellow Turban Rebellion strengthened the defensive power of various places, their counties would have only more than 500 people.

It is already equivalent to one draw in twenty. Although it has not reached the limit of ten draws, it can be considered the limit.

After all, the remaining young and strong people still have to farm and work. Should the landlords and men in the city go to work?

However, Kong Rong went to attack Dong Zhuo and borrowed a lot of people from all counties and counties, and now they only have two troops left.

Even when facing those refugees who were so hungry that they were out of strength, they might not be able to do so. At this moment, Yuan Zhan could only pray that fewer young and strong among the refugees would be, otherwise there would be a big trouble.

"Go and notify the big people in the city and ask them to send their servants to the city wall together..."

"boom!"

Just when Yuan Zhan was wise and was about to mobilize the merchants and wealthy families he usually looked down upon, a loud noise spread throughout the county.

(End of this chapter)
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