Conquering Myriad Worlds from the Mythical Three Kingdoms

Chapter 6 Zhang Jiao's Legacy

Zhang Jiao's inheritance was very small, pitifully small.

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

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

Because of his strong desire to change the world, as well as the particularity of his own soul, the process of sublimating the knowledge in his mind prompted him to possess this ability.

It is also his own particularity. In the age of the information explosion, he has read too many books. When the contents hidden in the bottom layer of his mind are recalled clearly, they are all clearly recalled under the condition of soaring mental power.

So he also possessed a talent logically, and now Zhang Jiao's mental power allowed him to further evolve this 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? Great virtuous teacher..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

But they couldn't let go of the yellow scarves, and they couldn't let go of the lifeless yellow scarves behind them, even the old, weak, sick and disabled. That's why they walked aimlessly in this wasteland, praying for a way out.

"Okay! Hold on, it will hurt!" Mu Yi clapped his hands on the chests of the two, and then used his ability.

In just a split second, Mu Yi's face turned pale, his body was on the verge of falling, and the horrible consumption made his already unhealed body worse.

But when he was about to fall, two large hands caught him.

"Little virtuous teacher!"

Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao, the earth-yellow inner qi slowly escaped from their bodies, and then the color of the inner qi became lighter and lighter until it became colorless.

The original majestic and mighty feeling gradually disappeared, and it looked like an ordinary yellow scarf.

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

He succeeded, and the concept of breaking the shackles was used by him. At this moment, Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao have broken through the original limit and reached the level of inner qi separation.

But it was also because the strength of the two of them had already reached the threshold, otherwise it would have been impossible for them to escape from the giant deer with Mu Yi's original body for several years.

Now, even though they are the weakest rank among the internal qi separation bodies, they are still internal qi separation bodies.

If they were targeting tanks before, now they are really targeting humanoid nuclear warheads.

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

"I will not disgrace my life!" Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao clasped their fists together.

……

On the second day, this team of tens of thousands of people approached Buqi County.

Buqi County is a small town, which belongs to Donglai County.

The population is less than 4 households, and the total number is more than [-].

When the guards on the city wall saw the figure in the distance, they immediately shouted to the guards at the city gate to close the gate.

"There is no yellow scarf, he should be a refugee, hurry up and report to the county lord!"

The leading guard let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, these guys are not yellow scarves, otherwise, the scale 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 various places to go to Hulao Pass to attack Dong Zhuo, who did all kinds of crimes. If this pass encountered such a large-scale Yellow Turban, something might happen.

In fact, although the yellow scarf is just a headgear, it represents something different in this world.

Taking off the yellow turban will not make them live longer, and the vast majority of their rebellions are already unable to survive.

Wearing a yellow scarf can actually make them live longer, and at least there is a belief that can keep them going.

Not false, but a real belief, a belief that allowed them to starve even more.

Only after death, they will take off the yellow scarf of the deceased and wear it, as if carrying the belief of the deceased.

Therefore, for each city, the distinction between yellow scarves and refugees depends on whether they have yellow scarves on their heads.

But even if it wasn't for the Yellow Turbans, the refugees were tricky enough. Those hungry and crazy refugees might directly attack the city gate, and a fight would be inevitable.

Yuan Zhan, the county lord of Buqi County, is in a good mood today.

Born in a side branch of the Yuan family in Runan, he was able to become the county magistrate of these six hundred stones at this age because of the operation of the Yuan family.

Hearing that Yuan Shao was elected as the Suanzao leader, he was naturally overjoyed and honored.

He recruited a few singers, Ya Ge, and he played pitching pot with a few small officials.

As the saying goes, hitting the building and falling the high moon, throwing a pot to break the sad face.

This is the favorite of contemporary literati, and it is also the favorite game of the aristocratic family.

Just as he was accepting the compliment from the little official, there was a noise outside, followed by the door being pushed open, and a panicked figure rushed in.

"County Lord, something is wrong!" The visitor looked at his own County Lord with a look of fear.

"What are you panicking about!"

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

He waved back a few singers, then straightened his clothes, sat down on the seat calmly, and said indifferently:
"So flustered, how decent!"

The unhurried grace made the visitor feel at ease, and the county magistrate was so confident, he also instantly felt at ease.

"Mr. Xianxian! There are tens of thousands of refugees approaching outside the city! Give an order!"

"what!"

Yuan Zhan stood up abruptly, staggered and fell to the ground, then got up, and tugged at the sleeve of the visitor in a panic, not caring about the bullshit demeanor.

"How many people did you say?"

"[-] to [-] refugees!" The city guards who were driven by Yuan Zhan's panic were also panicked.

My family knows their own affairs, and the entire Buqi City now only has about two villages of soldiers, that is, more than 200 people.

According to the recruiting system of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the number of real permanent troops in the counties and counties of the world was not too many. Even if the defense forces of various places were strengthened because of the Yellow Turban Rebellion, they were not more than [-] people in different counties.

It is already equivalent to a ratio of [-] in [-]. Although it has not reached the limit of [-] in [-], it can be regarded as the limit.

After all, the remaining young and strong still have to farm and work. Could it be that the landlords in the city are allowed to work?

But when Kong Rong went to attack Dong Zhuo, he borrowed many people from various counties and counties, and now they only have two troops left.

Even in the face of those refugees who were so hungry that they had no energy, they might not be able to do it. At this moment, Yuan Zhan could only pray that there would be fewer young and strong refugees among the refugees, otherwise there would be big troubles.

"Hurry up and inform the big households in the city to send their servants to go up the city wall..."

"boom!"

Just when Yuan Zhan was in a hurry and was planning to mobilize the businessmen and big households he usually looked down upon, a loud noise spread throughout Buqi County.

(End of this chapter)