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

Guiding the young Jin Ma Chao and saving the shameless middle-aged scholar were merely interludes in Zhang Mu's journey through the world.

Such an interlude...

His subsequent experiences were numerous.

He even roasted iron-eating beasts over charcoal in the Sichuan region.

As for the taste...

That was absolutely authentic!

Most people who haven't traveled through time probably haven't experienced this.

After all, it was in his original world.

This round, chubby creature, known as the Iron-Eating Beast, has completely transformed itself into a protective waste.

of course.

If asked which part of his travels left the deepest impression on Zhang Mu...

In an instant.

Zhang Mu's mind conjured up an image of a man who, having lost his son in middle age, had turned completely white overnight, his face withered and aged.

Although when the two first met in Jingxiang, Zhang Mu was just a novice who had just entered the Martial Phase Realm, and his strength was not as great as it is today.

but.

His first defeat after entering the Martial Realm was thanks to that white-haired old general.

The strength of that white-haired veteran.

He was almost powerless to fight back at that time.

Especially when the old general abandoned the Dragon Sparrow Blade and took up a bow instead...

The shattered space and the unpredictable arrows made him extremely frustrated.

This feeling of frustration.

It's no less exciting than playing the card game "Three Kingdoms Kill" where you, a loyal subject, are ranked last and draw Sun Shangxiang, with your hand full of equipment cards.

When he looked around, he found that the sky had collapsed.

Because the first one to strike is none other than the lord you are protecting, Yuan Shao, who is already prepared to shoot an arrow to the very end and then run away.

"The card game 'Three Kingdoms Kill' deserves an eleven-star rating!"

……

My thoughts drifted back to reality.

Zhang Mu, carrying the gifts prepared by Zhen Jiang, looked up at the simple and ordinary doorway in front of him, his face showing undisguised surprise.

"Is this Cai Yong's residence?"

If it weren't for the subtle literary flair and masterful style hidden in the two characters "Cai Mansion" on the gate plaque, it wouldn't possess the grandeur of a true master...

He even thought for a moment that he had come to the wrong place.

"Since you have a guest, please come in."

"Please forgive me..."

"I'm so sorry I couldn't greet you from afar!"

A gentle, elder's voice came from behind.

then.

Zhang Mu saw the previously closed courtyard gate open wide on its own, as if the owner of the courtyard had already noticed him, the visitor.

"Zhang Mu of Yanmen, I apologize for the intrusion!"

"I hope you won't take offense, Ms. Cai!"

After loudly announcing his name, Zhang Mu stepped through the door.

Upon entering the Cai residence, one is struck by its extremely simple layout.

It lacks the exquisite and extravagant style of ordinary wealthy and powerful families' pavilions and towers.

There is only a narrow path paved with stone slabs, at the end of which is a spacious courtyard.

As soon as Zhang Mu stepped onto the stone slab, his steps came to an abrupt halt.

because.

At that moment, the sound of reading aloud suddenly echoed in his mind.

"This stone slab...is strange!"

Zhang Mu stared at his feet, and only then did he realize:

What paves the path are not stone slabs, but bamboo slips carved with countless small seal characters.

However, these bamboo slips were somehow transformed into the shape of stone slabs, constantly radiating literary charm.

The stone slab is extraordinary.

Zhang Mu felt that if a pig were allowed to walk on this stone slab for a long time, it would be able to solve calculus by the age of twelve.

Walk along the stone path to the end.

The scene of the spacious courtyard came into Zhang Mu's view, allowing him to take it all in.

There were no exotic flowers or rare plants in the courtyard, nor any rare or exotic animals.

The area is surrounded by tall pines and bamboos, their branches and leaves spreading out, creating a scene of quiet elegance and tranquility.

And in the very center of the courtyard.

There is a nine-foot-long bluestone inkstone pool.

The pond does not contain clear, fresh spring water, nor does it raise any swimming fish.

Within the Wangzhi Pond.

What Zhang Mu saw was a thin layer of smoky, ink-like light floating on the water's surface.

The ink shimmered even without wind.

But if you look directly at the ink-like brilliance beneath the ink's sheen...

One can vaguely see countless ancient characters rising and falling within it, lost scriptures, and ancient poems all manifested within.

"This inkstone is practically coming to life!"

Zhang Mu sighed.

In truth, he knew very well that someone must have been writing by this pond for many years.

So much so that the literary air that unconsciously emanates from the writer, over the years, imbues this inkstone with a sense of literary heritage.

"Becoming a spirit? That's a long way off!"

A cheerful voice came from behind, refuting Zhang Mu's praise.

Zhang Mu looked in the direction of the sound.

The sound came from a three-story ancient wooden building to his east.

"Yuan-shu-ge!"

Zhang Mu murmured the name of the wooden building and instantly understood its meaning.

If someone else had given him this name, Zhang Mu might have thought it was arrogant.

However, if it were Cai Bojie, who possessed an extensive collection of books, the name of this pavilion would be truly fitting.

after all.

His past life's historical records mention this.

Cai Yong once amassed a collection of over 10,000 books in his lifetime, and even after donating several cartloads to Wang Can in his later years, he still had 4,000 books remaining.

After placing the gift he was carrying beside the inkstone, Zhang Mu reappeared inside the pavilion.

Inside the pavilion.

An elderly man nearing sixty, yet showing no signs of decline, with a slender build and an air of unwavering integrity and scholarly spirit…

She was looking at him with a smile.

There's no need to speculate.

Zhang Mu already knew the man's identity.

Those seated in the pavilion.

It must be Cai Yong, the leading literary figure of the Han Dynasty.

Cai Bojie.

Only such a magnanimous master could exude a profound and stoic aura, having witnessed the vicissitudes of a thousand years of cultural heritage and understood the essence of heaven and earth.