The White Horse Raids the Three Kingdoms

Under Gao Zhi's arrangement, 500 lightly wounded people were separated, and the captives were herded together like ducks.

Another 3000 people were assigned to guard around, and the remaining people scattered like scouts as a warning.

In the process of driving the captives away, no one dared to resist. It seems that these Hun soldiers and captives were basically defeated. At least in a short period of time, they faced the Xiliang cavalry who defeated them. The idea of ​​resistance will not appear at all.

After the battle, the real troubles are those... people whose families are ruined.

Because, often, they will fall into despair when they are swept by disasters.

Despair often means depravity and atrocities.

Because human beings can't enjoy this idea, and without security, how many people can be "good".

For example, in the previous order of the earth, more than 90.00% of the "good people" were created, whether they are true and good or restrained by the law, but now everything will reveal his original appearance.

So in the next period of time, Gao Zhi and the others took action to solve many "violent" villains in Hebei County, even if more of them were just ordinary people.

This is the evil that war brings.

A crime that cannot be concealed, helpless and pitiful, pitiful and hateful!

There are always people who can't stand the disaster, and throw themselves into the evil camp, turning into a ghost-like appearance, and enjoying the powerful tyrannical power they have acquired.

These displaced people are also unwilling to believe in any miracles.

Now they actually believe that relying on their own strength can feed their family.

But these are not for Gao Zhi to worry about.

Three hundred and one Confucianism

Trouble, always regardless of season, regardless of place, regardless of status and age.

Even if the sky is clear, even if the sun is shining brightly, people's hearts will be clouded because of worries.

The sky is as clear as blue, the birds are chirping cheerfully, the ground is scattered with leaves and petals that have been knocked down by the night rain, and it is full of spring.

On the official road, which still smelled of moist soil, there was already a flood of people, and there was a lot of noise.

Sweeping away the chaos of the chaotic world, the entire Chang'an once again reappeared the prosperity of the past.

Of course, such prosperity is nothing but a castle in the void, nameless sorrow floating and lurking under the seemingly prosperous waves.

Hidden but not uncertain, hidden but not revealed!

At noon, a carriage slowly emerged from a certain official residence, tick-tock, and walked on the official road with few pedestrians.

The carriage is an ordinary carriage, but the horse is a tall and handsome horse that is rare to see.

The old man who was driving raised his whip, and the steed immediately snorted, spraying white fog from its nose, and hoofed to drive the carriage forward.

As the carriage moved forward, the bells on the horse's neck shook, and the melodious sound of the bells echoed on the road.

The wheels, which were not too dull, pressed against the ground and made a gurgling sound, and the people in the car vibrated slightly.

After a while, the carriage, driven intentionally and deliberately, turned into a remote alley and stopped in front of the gate of a courtyard.

"Tuk tuk..." The old man knocked on the door.

"Wow", the door opened, and a guard-like man had an angry look on his face.

"This is a private mansion, please leave if you are troublesome." The guard was polite.

"Sir..." The old man didn't speak, but turned around respectfully, with his back slightly concave, his withered arms raised slightly, and he raised the curtain of the carriage.

Soon, a hale and hearty old man came down from the carriage.

There was no wrinkle on the brocade robe, just like himself, tall and straight, densely covered with wrinkles, showing the age of the old man, and the long silver-white hair was combed neatly behind his head.

Dressed in a gorgeous robe of cold silk and satin, it still clearly shows that this person's extraordinary identity.

The guard at the gate was about to say something when he suddenly saw the old man with a scholarly air escaped from his arms and lit up a sign.

There is a word "Holy" on the card, which is written like a galloping horse, dancing like a dragon and a phoenix. After a long time, it seems that there are countless dragons and snakes jumping out of the stone.

The morning light shone on the words on the card, and a very faint halo appeared on the surface of the words.

As a literati, a good handwriting is more important than a good face.

The guard was surprised when he saw it, and immediately saluted: "Ah, it turned out that the adults came! I don't know the little ones, please come in quickly!"

"Thank you." The old man nodded and walked away.

The voice sounds very soft and pleasant, although it is a little low, but it sounds like it is bathed in the spring breeze.

Raising the head to meet the eyes of the old man is even more refreshing.

At first glance, there is nothing strange, but upon closer inspection, the old man's eyes contained a very faint brilliance, soft and warm, with a kind of power that made people feel peaceful and indifferent.

Facing the old man's guide, he slowly turned his gaze, glanced at the old man, then slowly lowered his head, followed the lead of the old man wordlessly, and moved his steps.

With a smile on his face, the old man nodded slightly to the guard, indicating that the old man behind him was waiting at the door, and then he followed him and walked in...

In today's world, although practicing martial arts and cultivating gods, it has gradually evolved into the mainstream of the Han Dynasty.

However, it is not the only one, but on this, a hundred flowers bloom, and many paths have been opened up, such as the so-called Confucianism, which is also broad and profound.

The evolution of just a dozen years seems to be backtracking, as if returning to the Qin and Han Dynasties of the past.

Confucianism, Mohism, Legalism, Military Dao, Miscellaneous Dao, Yin-Yang Dao, etc., all schools of thought can be described as a hundred flowers blooming.

Some people are tireless in reading, understand the principles of Confucianism and Mencius, feel the grandeur of righteousness, and enter Confucianism and Taoism.

Some people kill Yingye with gold and iron horses, and they cultivate the way of military strategist by entering their bodies. There are also people who study tricks and arithmetic, understand the wonders of life and creation, comprehend the good fortune of ink, etc...

Thanks to years of accumulation, Cai Yong also has an extraordinary and unique ability.

He called it talent.

Also called, Haoran Zhengqi!

Cai Yong paced, and after entering the courtyard, he no longer needed the guidance of the gatekeeper, with a faint haze floating in his eyes, he walked towards a courtyard with ease.

Without the slightest concealment, with a creak, the old man pushed the door straight and entered.

In an instant, the atmosphere that was originally being discussed suddenly changed and became suppressed, and countless gazes quickly gathered.

"Hmph, so it's you! Cai Bojie! You still have the face to come here!" Seeing that it was a "familiar figure", an old man who breathed a sigh of relief suddenly slapped the table and asked in a muffled voice.