Mythic Three Kingdoms: My Entry Infinitely Improves

Chapter 107 He Jin Slowly Swaying Over (Second Update)

"The appearance of a saint in the world? Then Tai Shiling really dares to say it."

He Jin sat in an extremely luxurious and comfortable carriage with interior decoration.

Even with his slightly obese body, sitting in this carriage feels extremely spacious.

He leaned on the brocade cushion behind him, sipping the fine wine in his glass comfortably.

The maid at the side waved a fan for him.

The cool breeze is blowing, so pleasant.

As for this trip to Nanyang to find the so-called saint, He Jin didn't take it seriously at all.

He is too familiar with that place in Nanyang.

If any saint really appeared, the name of the saint should have already been heard in his ears.

If there is still no movement, there is only one possibility.

There is no half saint in Nanyang County!

However, He Jin still trusts Taishiling Wangli.

Wang Li can't do anything else, it's really extraordinary to observe the astrology and be straightforward.

Moreover, he is quite upright, so that he will not be bought by others.

Since he said that there is a saint in this Nanyang county, it should not be false.

It's just that in this world, where can a saint be produced so easily?
The biggest possibility is that Wang Li misunderstood.

But this kind of thing is of great benefit to He Jin.

Otherwise, why would he not be a master craftsman in Luoyang and have to rush all the way back to Nanyang?

It's not for the benefits at your fingertips!
All of this is naturally because of the current emperor, Liu Hong.

After hearing the news that the sage was coming to the world and benefiting the world, Liu Hong was really overjoyed.

Although he didn't do very well, he still had a high spirit.

When chatting with He Jin and others before, he expressed his desire to compete with Emperor Huan.

In Liu Hong's view, Emperor Huan is naturally inferior to himself.

Just looking at Xi Curry's surplus money can already explain the problem very well.

Now there is another auspicious sign of a saint coming to the world, and the world will be prosperous!
Does this not explain the problem?

If it weren't for Liu Hong's ability to govern the country, how could there be a saint in this world?
He Jin didn't need to do anything for this trip, all he needed was to find a suitable candidate.

It is best to be a literati who comes from a poor family and has nothing to do with those party members.

First buy him off, and then take him to Liu Hong for such a pretentious talk.

Anyway, Liu Hong doesn't need this so-called sage to assist him in governing the country.

Then of course there is no problem.

As long as this matter is done well, He Jin will be born with advantages that others do not have in the future.

With the name of this saint, if they want to deal with the affairs of the royal family in the future, isn't it because their relatives can easily catch them?
For this kind of thing, if you count 200 years ahead, you have accumulated a lot of experience!
He Jin has almost begun to fantasize about the majestic appearance of their He family in the future.

Nanyang County is his hometown. In this place, how can he not do whatever he wants?

How difficult is it to find a humble scribe who looks like a good at fooling people?
I He Jin said that you are a saint, you are a saint, and if you are not a saint, you have to become a saint for me.

That's how domineering!

Naturally, the search for a saint cannot be too fast.

In that case, it would naturally appear a little dishonest.

Therefore, He Jin can be said to be walking freely along the way.

At best, I walked thirty or forty miles a day and then rested.

In this way, it will take a few more days to reach Nanyang.

Obviously, with He Jin's speed, he is doomed to miss a good show.

……

After learning that Zhang Jiao was a distinguished guest invited by Qin Yu, those people in Xiaofang Village who took turns taking care of the fields every day did not stop Zhang Jiao.

Although they didn't open their mouths to stop them, as soon as Zhang Jiao's body appeared in their field.

It will immediately attract everyone's attention to him.

As long as Zhang Jiao dares to do something that threatens these farmlands.

They would definitely rush forward to stop Zhang Jiao without hesitation.

But Zhang Jiao is obviously not the kind of person who doesn't know what is good or bad.

For Xiaofang Village, apart from Qin Yu himself, nothing attracted him more than the farmland in front of him.

"Could it be that this is really Silver Spirit Grass?"

Zhang Jiao squatted beside the silver spirit grass that Qin Yu personally planted.

At this time, the Silver Spirit Grass had grown into a seedling about the size of a palm.

Unlike ordinary seedlings, the initial growth is straight upward.

The Silver Spirit Grass spread out in all directions from the very beginning.

The crooked blade of grass looks like a wilted blooming chrysanthemum.

At this time, the Silver Spirit Grass does not seem to have any sense of beauty.

But only in the eyes of a strong man like Zhang Jiao, can they see the power of this silver spirit grass.

Those scattered blades of grass are not the core of the growth of the silver spirit grass at all.

Rather than saying that this is a silver spirit grass that has grown, it is better to say that the silver spirit grass has not yet left the seed stage.

These stretched grass blades are actually a different kind of roots.

It's just that what these roots absorb is not the nutrients in the soil, but the faint aura floating in the air.

Zhang Jiao put his palm on the top of the silver spirit grass.

It stopped a few feet away from the Silver Spirit Grass.

"Aura..."

Zhang Jiao sighed.

No one knows better than him how precious this aura is.

And this silver spirit grass.

This kind of spiritual grass, which is hard to find even for immortals, why was he randomly planted in this field like a worthless green vegetable?
And it's not just these silver spirit grasses.

The corn that was planted in the same field as the Silver Spirit Grass, Zhang Jiao had also discovered the extraordinaryness of those seedlings.

It's not just that the growth rate is extremely fast.

Among those seedlings, each one contained a faint aura.

Although the aura is extremely subtle, it is just a seedling after all.

When the seedlings are mature, what will this trace of aura become?

At least, this corn is definitely not ordinary corn anymore.

"Could it be that there is really a piece of heaven and earth above these nine heavens?"

Zhang Jiao muttered to himself.

He didn't know whether his idea was right or wrong.

It's just that everything in front of him really subverted his cognition too much.

This is Silver Spirit Grass...

After he got the Taiping Qing Lingshu, it was something he couldn't ask for for decades.

Now it is like corn, being randomly planted in these farmlands.

This is a bit too exaggerated...

"If I wait until these silver spirit grasses mature, as long as I can ask for one, maybe there will be enough possibility to take the last step."

It's just that the silver spirit grass is so precious, it might be extremely difficult to get one from that Lizheng.

then...

Play by ear.

(End of this chapter)