Mythical Three Kingdoms: Martial Arts Reach Divine Ranks, I Alone Rule the World

Various speculations arose in Zhang Mu's mind.

If it weren't for the lingering rationality...

He was even planning to find a dark and windy night to kill a Han dynasty member of the imperial family who was not weak in martial arts, and then use his corpse to stage a sting operation.

Let's see if it was the ghostly soldiers and generals from the imperial tomb who first appeared carrying the coffin.

The checks and balances measures that Zhang Jiao mentioned came first.

"Old Taoist priest with the bull-nose, since you say that the Han emperor is not someone to be trifled with, why do you still insist on doing it?"

Have you ever heard the phrase "a vanguard for the king"?

"When chaos comes, the first person to rise up in rebellion, whether a hero or a bandit, will never have a good end."

"Their emergence will only serve as a stepping stone before the true king is born."

"The same applies to Chen Sheng and Wu Guang at the end of the previous dynasty, Emperor Gengshi Liu Xuan during the Xin dynasty when Wang Mang usurped the Han throne, Liu Yan, the elder brother of Emperor Guangwu Liu Xiu, and Fan Chong, the leader of the Red Eyebrow Army."

"None of them met a good end."

Throughout history, there have been far too many people like this.

This Zhang cult leader from the late Han Dynasty!

Li Mi and Dou Jiande at the end of the Sui Dynasty!

Wang Xianzhi and Huang Chao at the end of the Tang Dynasty!

Fang La at the end of the Northern Song Dynasty!

Li Zicheng at the end of the Ming Dynasty, and Hong Xiuquan at the end of the Qing Dynasty!

As a friend, Zhang Mu did not want to see Zhang Jiao walk down a dead end from which there was no hope.

"Serving as the king's vanguard? And destined for a tragic end?"

Zhang Jiao shook his head and smiled, then sighed, "Gongzhi, do you really think this old Daoist doesn't know the principle of 'the first bird to stick its head out gets shot'?"

"But!"

"Understanding is one thing, doing it is another."

"It wasn't the old Taoist priest who insisted on doing it!"

"But..."

"The common people of this land are on the verge of starvation due to the Liu family's rule."

"If the emperor on the throne possessed the wisdom of Emperors Zhao and Xuan, restraining powerful clans above and suppressing local tyrants below, and were willing to turn his gaze beyond the palace walls to understand the suffering of the common people..."

"Why wouldn't the old Taoist priest wish to quietly recite the Yellow Court Classic within the Taoist temple and seek the immortal path to longevity?"

"If the aristocratic families and clans possessed even a modicum of benevolence, if the court officials were willing to uphold their duties during years of famine, if they were willing to leave the people a way to survive..."

"How could the old Taoist's sect suddenly have so many followers wearing yellow turbans!"

Zhang Jiao's face showed sorrow, and his eyes were filled with pity for the people.

If we were to talk about the initial ritual of spreading talismanic water...

It was just a spur-of-the-moment idea born of his kindness.

but.

Now...

It was something they willingly and willingly did.

Quietly reciting the Yellow Court Classic cannot save the people of this world.

He then used his spiritual cultivation as a guide, drawing upon the power of the common people to seek justice for all.

Zhang Jiao wanted to see...

When the anger of the common people spread throughout the land.

Would the emperor in his high hall ever turn his gaze to the mortal world?

He also wanted to see.

When the noble families and clans are trampled by the common people who regard them as ants, will their heads still be so proud?

If they are unwilling to change.

So.

Zhang Jiao, of course, didn't mind...

Please, this big man, go to your death.

Let's rebuild this land!

Along with the corrupt Han dynasty, those powerful and influential families, like maggots, who clung to its decaying body, were also reduced to ashes.

Thinking this way.

Zhang Jiao's gaze shifted back to Zhang Mu.

So what if I'm the king's vanguard!

Even if Zhang Jiao's uprising fails the following year, at least he has already chosen a new king for his followers and all the people, hasn't he?

Even if Zhang Mu doesn't want to be king!

His plan after Zhang Jiao's death would also involve forcibly installing him as king.

In front of the fortune-telling stall.

Zhang Jiao's repeated questioning struck Zhang Mu's mind like a heavy hammer blow.

Looking at Master Zhang like this...

Zhang Mu was somewhat unfamiliar.

He felt as if, in a daze, he saw the martyrs who, knowing that darkness and bloodshed lay ahead, still marched forward resolutely when the sparks of revolution ignited a prairie fire in his past life.

At this moment, he is in his literary palace.

Zhang Mu also noticed that the figures of sages dressed in long gowns and cloth robes in several pavilions and towers looked back, and their poems resonated with Zhang Jiao's words.

If Zhang Mu hadn't suppressed it with his mind in time...

Those poems will probably fly out directly to respond to Zhang Jiao's "ideal" at this moment.

of course.

If we're talking about the strongest reaction in the Wengong Cave Heaven...

The figure of the scholar standing in front of one of the pavilions covered with chrysanthemums was particularly noteworthy.

His body was filled with overwhelming killing intent, which swept through the Wen Gong Cave Heaven. He wished he could join hands with Zhang Jiao to send the Han Dynasty to its doom.

"Ugh!"

Zhang Mu let out a helpless sigh, knowing that he could not persuade Zhang Jiao.

"Old Taoist priest with the bull's nose, if you can't hold on any longer, you can lead your remaining troops to retreat into Bingzhou."

Don't stubbornly resist.

"We must understand the principle that as long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn."

Zhang Mu spoke, extending his goodwill to the "stubborn" Zhang Jiao.

This was the most he could offer in his heart.

As for getting him to stand on the stage and join Zhang Jiao in raising the flag of rebellion from the very beginning, that's simply impossible!

"good!"

"I'll remember that!"

Zhang Jiao was satisfied with the promise made by Zhang Mu.

After a long discussion, he lost all interest in setting up his fortune-telling stall and immediately loosened his grip on his daughter, Zhang Ning.

"Girl!"

"Help me pack up the stall, then we'll prepare to return to Jizhou."

"Back to Jizhou?" Zhang Mu looked surprised, not expecting the separation to come so suddenly.

"What else can we do but go back!"

Zhang Jiao laughed and said, "The things that Luo needed to do have already been done."

"Now, the pills that were to be sent have been given, and the person we were waiting for has been met."

"Luo Du will stay here."

"For the old Taoist priest, it has no meaning anymore."

Zhang Jiao's words revealed a truth.

He appeared to be setting up a fortune-telling stall, but in reality, he had been waiting for Zhang Mu there for a long time.

"Father!"

"Why don't you go back first, and let your daughter stay here to keep Mu-ge'er company?"

Zhang Ning wanted to stay, gazing longingly at her father, Zhang Jiao.

"obedient!!!"

Zhang Jiao said firmly, "Girl, if you don't leave, I will tie you up and take you back."

"Mu-ge'er, look at Father..."

Zhang Ning was almost in tears; there was no reason for her to leave so soon after arriving in Luodu.

Zhang Mu, observing Zhang Jiao's resolute expression, comforted Zhang Ning, saying, "Ning'er, listen to your father. Luodu is certainly not a place for you to stay for long."

"Don't worry."

"I'll make time to visit you again once I've finished my business here!"

Seeing that Zhang Mu had said that, Zhang Ning's little head drooped down immediately.

Watching Zhang Jiao and his daughter disappear into the distance on Zhuque Street...

Zhang Mu made a decision.

"Master Zhang!"

"Perhaps the only thing Mu can help you with is getting rid of that disciple Tang Zhou, who will betray you in the future!"

"Without his advance warning..."

"Perhaps you can increase your chances of winning."

The voice disappeared.

Zhang Mu headed straight for the Red Building at the other end of Zhuque Avenue.

As a restaurant he co-founded in Luoyang with the Zhen family of Zhongshan...

Now, this man, who is also his employer, has arrived here.

How could we not go and see?