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

"Zhang Mu of Yanmen?"

"I remember... the town magistrate there also seemed to have this name."

"However."

"I never knew that the general of Yanmen Town was also a master of literature."

"The younger generation is truly formidable! They are indeed formidable!"

Cai Yong smiled as he looked at the young man before him and gestured for Zhang Mu to sit down.

In just a few words.

Having never met Zhang Mu before, he guessed about 70-80% of Zhang Mu's identity.

The admiration on his face was truly heartfelt.

As a master of literature, how could he not sense the vast and boundless literary energy within Zhang Mu?

Zhang Mu shook his head slightly at Cai Yong's words.

"Master Cai!"

"A gentleman carries a sword; though he upholds Confucian etiquette, he can also wield the power of metal."

"As a border garrison commander, Mu's forte is indeed the way of bloodshed and killing, but who has stipulated that..."

"Can't a common man possess literary talent and refined taste?"

"If that's true."

"Confucius, who always advocated education for all, was so angry that he appeared in the Temple of Confucius in Qufu and used his huge fist to persuade people with reason."

Zhang Mu's attitude was respectful but not servile.

After just a few short exchanges, Cai Yong listened with comfort and admiration.

"What a fine sword for a gentleman! It can wield the power of metal, and even a commoner can possess literary talent."

"General Zhang's awareness far surpasses that of those Confucian scholars who only confine themselves to the writings of sages and worthies."

Cai Yong felt no resentment towards Zhang Mu's teasing remarks about Confucius, the sage of literature and morality.

As Zhang Mu said.

Although Confucius was a sage through his writings, he was actually tall and much larger than ordinary people.

In the past, when I was discussing the merits and demerits of the Dao with other members of the Hundred Schools of Thought...

When the mood strikes, he may even use force to subdue others.

The force of strength.

"I just don't know where General Zhang has gone today..."

Cai Yong glanced at the gift box that Zhang Mu had placed beside the inkstone pool before he entered the Yuanshu Pavilion.

He was of noble character.

Naturally, they wouldn't care about the value of the items inside the gift box.

However, through Zhang Mu's act of carrying the prayer door, he realized that this young man had something to ask for.

Upon meeting Cai Yong, he inquired about the purpose of his visit.

Zhang Mu would not feign admiration for Cai Dajia's virtuous reputation.

He flipped his palm over.

The two eight-sided Han swords that he had stored in the Blood Aperture Space appeared in Zhang Mu's hands.

"A divine weapon that is almost devoid of its spirit, a dead natal weapon?"

The moment Cai Yong saw the eight-sided Han sword, he defined this divine weapon as his destined weapon.

Followed by.

Cai Yong frowned and looked at Zhang Mu's chest. With his literary cultivation, how could he not see the abnormality in Zhang Mu's body?

A border town general, renowned for his martial arts prowess, lost his most vital organ, his heart.

He then took out another divine weapon, now devoid of its spirit and dead.

The two are combined.

Cai Yong glanced worriedly at the Bingzhou border in the north.

He had no idea what kind of fierce battle had taken place on the border that had driven a border town general, skilled in both literature and martial arts, to the brink of despair.

Even his own natal divine weapon died.

"General Zhang, what is the current situation of the battle on the border?"

Cai Yong spoke with a heavy heart.

"If the enemy is strong, there is no need for an imperial edict. My old bones can still lend a hand and kill a few barbarians."

When he said this.

Cai Yong, the master of literature and philosophy, suddenly changed his aura.

A chilling aura filled the air, and a murderous intent was palpable.

Amidst the stirring of literary spirit, Cai Yong's moon-white, wide-sleeved Confucian robe billowed up.

Influenced by this state of mind.

The ink in the nine-foot inkstone pool that Zhang Mu had seen earlier was no longer calm; it was swirling more and more fiercely.

The pine and bamboo trees planted in the courtyard swayed incessantly.

The previous tranquility was gone, and the leaves now shimmered with a dark, cold light.

"Border situation?"

"Kill a few barbarians?"

Zhang Mu was taken aback by Cai Yong's words, but when he noticed Cai Yong's gaze fixed on his heart, he knew that Cai Yong had misunderstood.

"Hahaha!"

"So that everyone in the Cai family knows that the border is still safe and the barbarians dare not invade from the south."

"The Shepherd has arrived here today..."

"I came here to find answers to my questions."

Zhang Mu did not explain to Cai Yong how he had lost his conscience. Instead, his literary aura surged, and the literary aura emanating from his body formed a vivid image in mid-air.

The image depicts a young Han general holding an eight-sided sword, standing proudly.

It is none other than himself.

It was Zhang Mu who briefly regained consciousness and his original appearance during the battle of the terracotta warriors' night march.

"Master Cai, the two broken swords were this person's natal divine weapons in life."

"It was obtained by Mu and his transformed Yin general after a great battle."

"The shepherd heard from others..."

"You are very knowledgeable; I wonder if you can identify who the enemy is."

After saying this, Zhang Mu recounted to Cai Yong the words spoken by the Han general when he briefly returned from his resurgence.

After listening to Zhang Mu's account, Cai Yong did not immediately consider the identity of the person Zhang Mu wanted to inquire about.

Instead, he couldn't help but look Zhang Mu up and down.

"General Zhang, you mean...?"

"Not only did you encounter the terracotta warriors marching at night, you also killed a Yin general of the Martial Realm who obeyed the orders of that imperial tomb."

"etc!"

"The terracotta warriors march at night, their aim undoubtedly being the fallen bodies of powerful warriors, which means..."

Upon reaching this point in his analysis, Cai Yong couldn't help but lose his composure.

"Before you slew the sword's owner, the Yin General of the Imperial Tomb, a powerful figure had already fallen by your side?"

"General Zhang."

"Please tell me the truth: what did you do on the day you encountered the terracotta warriors on their nighttime march?"

The learned Cai Yong was aware of the strange occurrence of the terracotta warriors traveling at night.

It is precisely because we know.

He knew better than anyone how terrifying that kind of eeriness was.

Before meeting Zhang Mu today, he had never heard of anyone who could kill the Yin general sent by the Imperial Mausoleum and still escape unscathed.

"What did you do?!"

Zhang Mu chuckled and said, "It was at the invitation of a friend that I destroyed Yanran Mountain and caused a great disturbance at the Xianbei royal court at the foot of Langjuxu Mountain."

"at last."

"I just killed the Xianbei old king Tan Shihuai, who had faked his death and whose cultivation level was at the half-step Overlord Realm, on a whim."

"meet!"

"Of course, Mu isn't feeling well either, Ms. Cai, what do you think..."

Zhang Mu poked his chest with his hand. "Isn't it because I had to temporarily lend out my heart to save my critically injured and dying friend?"

"Even now..."

"Mu can only live a life devoid of conscience."

Zhang Mu spoke casually, but Cai Yong listened with a completely bewildered expression.

Because he could understand each sentence the boy spoke if he listened to them separately.

But once they're connected...

Cai Yong was somewhat confused by what he heard.

What does it mean to casually kill Tan Shihuai, who is at the half-step Overlord Realm?

Has someone at the half-step Overlord Realm become this useless?

It took a long time to digest.

Cai Yong, his throat dry, slowly said, "So, according to what General Zhang said..."

"If you hadn't lent your heart out."

"After killing Tan Shihuai, who was at the half-step Overlord Realm, and then slaughtering the Yin Generals of the Imperial Tomb, you actually got away with nothing?"

Upon hearing Cai Yong's assessment, Zhang Mu was about to correct the flaws in Cai Yong's words, saying that it was not entirely his achievement, but also involved Lü Bu.

But at that moment...

Zhang Mu noticed the person behind him out of the corner of his eye.

There.

A young girl, dressed in a light blue scholar's skirt, just past the age of marriage, with the most beautiful face in the capital, without a trace of vulgarity or seductiveness, appeared out of nowhere.

He stood quietly behind Zhang Mu, listening intently.

Upon seeing this woman...

Zhang Mu felt that it was like a quiet orchid blooming for the first time after the rain in a secluded garden.

She possesses an innate scholarly and refined air, elegant and otherworldly, making her unforgettable.

Even someone like Zhang Mu, who was used to seeing beauties like Zhang Ning and Zhen Jiang, couldn't help but be momentarily stunned.

It is natural.

A thought suddenly occurred to Zhang Mu.

"The sickly Wei Zhongdao..."

"That's absolutely damnable!"

I just don't know if this woman is currently engaged to the Wei family.

If it's decided...

Zhang Mu felt that...

The elite Black Cavalry unit in Yanmen County, which he secretly cultivated with the help of the Zhen family, has always maintained a size of eight hundred men...

It's not impossible to do this on the way to this woman's marriage.

Disguised as Southern Xiongnu, they entered Henan and staged a marriage abduction.

After the wedding was abducted.

Zhang Mu could use this as an excuse to lead the Yanmen army to annihilate the Southern Xiongnu tribe, which had migrated south into Han territory and was gradually growing in power in Xihe County, Bingzhou.

Chaos is imminent.

The first thing to do is to clean the house thoroughly...

That way, he can easily lead the Bingzhou border cavalry into the Central Plains in the future and participate in the struggle for supremacy among the warlords!