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

After noting down this inspirational improvement on the idea of ​​turning beans into soldiers...

Zhang Mu habitually rubbed the acupoints on one side of his head to soothe his mind.

Although fighting Chu Feiyan did not consume his blood and energy, it inevitably affected his mental state.

Even that kind of impact...

It was so weak that it was almost negligible.

The image of sages and the spirit of literature do not appear out of thin air.

Both of these are closely related to his mental strength.

"Brother Mu!"

A fragrant breeze lingered around us.

A pair of hands, white as jade, were placed on the acupoints on both sides of Zhang Mu's head and began to gently massage them.

I wonder what kind of ingenious technique the owner of this hand used...

Zhang Mu felt a cool sensation in his mind.

"You should have changed the stakes when you made the bet with your second uncle earlier."

"The method for cultivating the Bean-Scattering Divine Weapon Technique..."

"Ning'er has some here too."

"If you just ask, Mu-ge'er, how could Ning'er refuse?"

Zhang Ning, the holy woman of the Yellow Turban Rebellion, returned after leaving.

While comforting Zhang Mu to ease his mental exhaustion, she said this to him in a slightly annoyed tone.

in fact.

She woke up shortly after falling asleep, while Chu Feiyan and Zhang Mu were exchanging words.

She only appeared hastily when she noticed that Zhang Mu had just finished a battle and looked tired.

Zhang Mu leaned his head back slightly, resting it on the legs of the girl standing behind him.

This intimate gesture immediately made Zhang Ning's body tense.

Even the way she was massaging Zhang Mu stopped abruptly.

however.

Zhang Mu seemed oblivious to all of this.

He looked up at the shy girl who was looking down at him, and smiled.

"Ning'er, even a gentleman loves money, but he acquires it in a proper way."

"Although your Mu-ge'er is not exactly a gentleman, he wouldn't stoop so low as to exploit a girl's affection and admiration to get what he wants."

We meet again after many years!

Zhang Mu, who wasn't a fool, could easily see the emotions that welled up in the girl's eyes when she faced him.

Therefore.

He was unwilling to let external factors interfere when interacting with young girls, and wanted to maintain his positive image in their eyes.

"Pooh!"

Zhang Ning spat lightly, her shy face practically dripping with moisture.

As the Holy Maiden of the Yellow Turban Rebellion, she held a revered position, but when had anyone ever bluntly pointed out the thoughts in her heart that lay beneath the surface of her youth?

Not to mention.

The one who saw through her thoughts was the person she had liked since she was young.

"Who would like to admire a dissolute like you, Mu-ge'er?"

"snort!"

"Brother Mu, don't flatter yourself."

The girl denied it verbally.

But inside, she felt as sweet as if she had eaten candied fruit, and her eyes crinkled into crescent moons with laughter.

"Oh? So Ning'er doesn't like it?"

"I was even planning to wait two or three years until Ning'er turned sixteen before proposing marriage to some old Taoist priest."

Zhang Mu looked astonished and feigned sadness.

"Ugh!"

"It seems that Mu can only marry the youngest daughter of the Zhen family in Zhongshan, or Cai Yong's beloved daughter."

"Brother Mu, how dare you!!!" Zhang Ning immediately became anxious.

He increased the pressure slightly while massaging Zhang Mu's head in his excitement.

But by the time she realized it...

Mu Ge'er, who was leaning against her lap, was looking at her with a half-smile, his face full of mockery.

"Of course I wouldn't dare!"

Zhang Mu pointed to his head.

"I'm afraid if I say I dare, some beautiful girl might crush Maki's skull in a fit of anger."

"Brother Mu, you're teasing Ning'er again, just like before!"

As if in response to what Zhang Mu said, Zhang Ning, who was "angry," secretly increased the pressure of the massage.

On a high altar in the northwest corner of a small mountain village.

Having just escorted Chu Feiyan back to her residence and settled her in, General Zhang Bao, who had returned to the altar to cultivate, gazed towards the place where Zhang Mu was...

His eyes, clear as day, took in every charming smile and frown of his eldest niece, Zhang Ning.

Zhang Bao felt a pang of sadness upon seeing this.

They say you shouldn't meet someone too amazing when you're young!

"Ugh!"

"A daughter is like a bird that flies away from home once she grows up!"

"Ning'er's siding with outsiders is outrageous."

But just as Zhang Bao finished speaking, a steady and powerful voice followed.

In my opinion...

"There's nothing wrong with Ning'er being a good match for Zhang Mu."

Beneath the altar.

A burly, imposing Taoist priest, whose muscles bulged so much that his robes billowed out, slowly approached.

The visitor was dressed in a Taoist robe.

However, the intense blood energy emanating from his body made him resemble a ferocious humanoid beast.

Looking at the person who came...

After a long silence, Zhang Bao finally said, "You believe what my elder brother said?"

"Are you certain this child will be the destined benefactor in my destiny?"

The powerful Taoist priest resolutely shook his head and denied it.

"I only believe in the martial arts of blood and strength! I only believe in the fists in my hands."

"Unlike the two of you, I have not practiced Taoist supernatural powers, nor can I predict or divine all things, nor do I firmly believe in so-called destiny."

"but."

"It's precisely because I practiced the martial arts of blood and qi..."

The mighty Taoist priest gazed at Zhang Mu, who was talking to Zhang Ning in the distance, his tiger-like eyes filled with admiration and solemnity.

"I have high hopes for this child..."

"It's no less than how you would feel if you faced your older brother directly."

As he spoke, the imposing Taoist priest nodded slightly to Zhang Mu.

Because he noticed it.

Although Zhang Mu was busy joking and flirting with Zhang Ning, his gaze kept sweeping over the area, intentionally or unintentionally.

"This kid dares to be compared to my elder brother?"

"Are you kidding me?"

Upon hearing the mighty Taoist priest's evaluation of Zhang Mu, General Zhang Bao of the Earthly Rank disagreed.

As the younger brother, he knew all too well how capable his elder brother Zhang Jiao was.

On the realm of spiritual cultivation.

Zhang Bao did not believe that anyone in the world could compare to his elder brother.

He saw it with his own eyes.

Three years ago, my elder brother Zhang Jiao went to the southwest and used his supernatural powers to easily extract a dragon vein that carried the destiny of the Han dynasty from the mountains near Sichuan.

No matter how much the dragon vein struggled, it was to no avail.

The process of capturing the dragon even provoked the wrath of the heavens, causing ten thousand bolts of lightning to descend from the sky, but with a mere wave of the elder brother's sleeve...

The thunder and lightning vanished, and the sky returned to its clear blue.

Finally, even the dragon vein that had been captured was refined into a supreme elixir by the eldest brother, Zhang Jiao.

Seeing Zhang Bao's stubborn attitude, the mighty Taoist priest sighed and did not argue with Zhang Bao.

He was certainly aware of his elder brother Zhang Jiao's prowess.

But the problem is...

Gazing at Zhang Mu, who now lacked a heart, the powerful Taoist priest's intuition told him...

Even if Zhang Mu doesn't use his literary and supernatural abilities.

He could also kill him by relying on the remaining blood and energy in his body.

This young man, despite being so severely wounded, could still instill such terror in him...

They said he was only at the Martial Phase Realm.

The mighty Taoist priest couldn't help but curse inwardly, "Damn it, even the Boundless Heavenly Venerable doesn't believe it!"

Could this child be a freak who started cultivating from the womb?

The mighty Taoist priest was criticizing Zhang Mu in this way.

He suddenly noticed it out of the corner of his eye.

I wonder what his eldest niece, Zhang Ning, said to Zhang Mu...

The two didn't even greet each other.

He then rode his halberd straight into the air and flew south towards Luodu.

Ok?

The imposing Taoist priest narrowed his eyes slightly.

Did I see it wrong?

The hand of the eldest niece, who was standing on the halberd handle, was wrapped around Zhang Mu's waist!