Wuwei, also known as Liangzhou.

The ancient city built by the Huns at that time became the earliest prototype of Liangzhou City today. Later, Zhang Qian dug out the Western Regions, and this place became the key to the thick road.

It was not until the mighty Emperor Wu of Han who sent General Huo Qubing to lead tens of thousands of cavalry out of Longxi, defeated the Huns, and occupied the entire Hexi region. In order to demonstrate the military power of the Han army, he changed his name to Wuwei.

At this time, there were hundreds of beggars here.

Zhou Yang is one of them, but the heads of many refugees have long been scattered, so he is not particularly eye-catching, and he is as dirty as everyone else. In addition, he is also thin and just a little taller than others.

The beggars on the entire street begged in the market, and finally a small amount of water and dry food came.

Zhou Yang sat alone on the corner of the street, gnawing dry and hard coarse grains while carefully holding a broken bowl to drink water. His body, which had not taken a shower for a few days, attracted several flies, but ignored them and filled his stomach first.

At night, the refugees around them had already been scattered all over the city.

Zhou Yang was sleeping on the steps, but he didn't expect the door to open and knocked him down.

If it were before, I would have punched the other party.

But now I am in another place and in such a distant ancient times, my mind is much more timid, so I have to wince and leave in a mess.

Zhou Yang had no choice but to find the whereabouts of the city wall, sighed, and thought nothing about it. It was a blessing to survive. If Wang Dong had to hold on for another day, he would not have become food for the desert crows.

Thinking of Wang Dong, he took out the Taiping Book from his arms and opened one of the pages casually: There are two big urgent things, one small urgent things, and the rest are not anxious...

Zhou Yang once again confirmed that this was just an ordinary scripture, and it was not urgent to do anything big or small. Did Zhang Jiao rely on these things to create the shocking Yellow Turban Rebellion in the world?

If this is the case, then the ancients were so easy to deceive.

In other words, sacred objects are not sacred objects, just like the secret recipes passed down from the Kung Fu Panda, there are actually no secret recipes.

Zhou Yang was so disappointed that he almost threw away the Taiping Jing. Then he thought of Wang Dong's appearance before he died, so he had to put it in his arms again, then looked up at the night sky, and sighed that he used to be mediocre, but now he still has difficulty moving through time to ancient times, and the situation is worse.

Do you really have to beg here for the rest of your life and lie down under the city wall every night to sleep?

No, you have to make a fuss.

"Your grandma's, isn't it just a time travel?" Zhou Yang exhaled, clenched his fists, and stood up again.

At this time, the patrol soldiers on the city wall poked their heads out and were about to curse, but Zhou Yang was so scared that he ran away quickly. He ran back to the street in one breath and continued to walk slowly with his tired body.

When I arrived at the entrance of the inn, I saw the person inside eating Yangchun noodles. I swallowed my saliva and was about to walk in, but was stopped by the waiter.

Zhou Yang asked pitifully: "Brother, I want to find a job, is it done?"

The waiter looked at him a few times and said, "Who is your brother? There is no living here, get out!"

Zhou Yang left helplessly and ran almost half of the city, but he didn't want to take him in anywhere. Some thought he was too dirty, some thought he was too thin and could not do rough work.

As a result, I couldn't even go back under the city wall.

On the quiet street in the late night, only Zhou Yang and Gu Lian were walking. It turned out that traveling through time was not that simple.

When he passed by the official residence, he couldn't move forward any further. He looked at his ragged clothes and even the waiter ignored him, let alone these officials.

No matter so many, there is no place to go anyway, at most, I will be driven away by someone opening the door, so I just lie down like that.

Tonight, he dreamed of instant noodles and coke, and chatted with the beauties online with a smile.

"Oh!" Suddenly, the pain woke up.

After sleeping on the stone slab for a night, my bones were almost disintegrated. At this time, I was picked up like a bird. I felt like I was really a bone without body. Looking at the warrior in front of me, I could only let it be slaughtered.

The warrior threw him on the ground and said in a deep voice: "Don't block the way, little one, this is not a place to beg."

Zhou Yang got up like a stray dog. He was about to leave, but was stopped by another voice and obediently did not dare to take a step further.

A young man walked out from behind the warrior, about fourteen years old, looked at him with a vicious look and said, "This kid doesn't even tie his head. Is it a thief? Look at what he has on him."

Zhou Yang secretly called death in his heart. The Taiping scriptures were not only not a martial arts secret book, but even turned into a disaster. It was nothing to do with him, but if it was searched, it would be impossible to wash even if it jumped into the Yellow River.

The warrior took the order and walked over. Without saying a word, he grabbed his feet and shook them like a garbage bag. The Taiping Jingshu really fell to the ground.

"What's this?"

"Tai...Taiping Jing..." Zhou Yang lay on the ground, not daring to look up.

"Young Master, the leader of the Yellow Turban Thief revolted on this book, so this is their holy object." The warrior cheered on the fire beside him, turned his head and stared at him, "This person must not be an ordinary beggar."

Zhou Yang secretly called him that of course he was not an ordinary beggar, but I have traveled from time to time two thousand years later.

The young man smiled gloatingly and said, "It turned out to be the remnants of the Yellow Turban thieves. It is said that a fugitive who was pursuing the court, there was a guy named Wang Dong, and 80% of it was this person."

Zhou Yang closed his eyes tightly and scolded Wang Dong's ancestors eighteen times. Why give him a copy of such a thing if you have anything to do? As a result, you starved to death in the desert, but I want to take the blame for you.

"Young Master, how do you deal with this thief?" the warrior asked.

"Take him into my room! I want to ask him something." The young man replied.

Zhou Yang was taken into the mansion, his limbs drooped weakly, and finally he was thrown into a wing room.

The boy took off the cloak on his back and showed his samurai outfit. He looked heroic and handsome, but there was always a little evil in his eyes. He asked in a lukewarm tone: "Are you Wang Dong?"

Zhou Yang knelt down quickly and cried with sincerity. Although he had no tears, he was suffering from his heart. He shouted in a desolate voice: "I am really, it's not Wang Dong, that Wang Dong has long died on the road."

The boy waved his hand and signaled the warrior to leave.

The warrior reminded: "Young Master, this thief cannot be kept."

The boy snorted coldly and said angrily: "When is it your turn to teach me a lesson? Get out!"

After the warrior left with a sensible look, Zhou Yang quietly raised his head and peeked at the other party. Seeing his arrogant look, he felt that the young man's father was probably Li Gang and the like, and he must be quite arrogant in Wuwei City.

"Are you really not Wang Dong?" asked the boy, who nodded fiercely.

"Then you are not a Yellow Turban thief?"

"Young Master is wise." Zhou Yang was so moved that he almost cried again.

"Okay!" The boy seemed to believe his words, nodded and said, "I originally wanted to learn more about the deeds of the Yellow Turban thief from you. Since you are not Wang Dong or a Yellow Turban thief, it is useless to keep you. Just drag it out to feed the dog."

Seeing that he was about to call the warrior again, Zhou Yang immediately realized that he had bet wrongly, so he hurriedly crawled over on his knees, changed his words and said, "Wait a moment, young master, please wait... I know a lot, really, I didn't lie to you, what do you want to know, please ask!"

This is true. Some historical materials about Cao Cao were not for nothing. If they were placed online to argue with those historical emperors, they might seem powerless. But if it was in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, then Zhou Yang would be the invincible historical emperor.

"Then what do you know?" The boy glanced at him questioningly.

"Young Master, what do you want to know?" Zhou Yang asked back.

"How did Zhang Jiao die?" the young man asked.

"I'm so old." Zhou Yang answered without thinking.

"Nonsense!" the young man said angrily, "How could that guy die of old age?"

Zhou Yang still couldn't figure out what the kid wanted to know. He grabbed his fluffy short hair vigorously and searched for historical information about the Yellow Turban Rebellion.

"Do you know what this Taiping Book is?" the young man said coldly.

"The holy object of Taiping Cult." Zhou Yang replied happily.

"Do you know who Zhang Jiao is?"

"Taiping leader."

The boy kicked him under the table and said angrily: "Everyone knows this, you don't know anything at all, drag it out to feed the dog."

Zhou Yang's heart was in a mess, and he turned into a scalp with both hands. He forced himself to speak out and shouted: "Die if you die. Can you let me know what your kid's name is before I die!"

The boy not only did not get angry at him for being rude, but instead looked at him again, as if no one had dared to speak to him in this tone.

But Zhou Yang took the initiative. If he could know the boy's name, he could probably guess what his origin was, and he would come up with the whole idea, so he simply went straight to the key point.

Unexpectedly, the boy was stunned for a moment and turned around.

Zhou Yang was worried and thought that no matter how he looked at this kid, he was just a kid, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

Suddenly, the boy turned his back to him and said, "My name is...Ma Chao."

Zhou Yang's mind immediately showed the image of Ma Chao in the game. He should be the fierce posture of wearing a lion's head, wearing armor, riding on a horse, and fighting bravely on the battlefield.

But although the boy in front of him seemed quite powerful, he didn't look like a powerful general.

"You are lying!" Zhou Yang shouted with all his gamble.

"How do you know?" The young man turned around suddenly, looking at the other person with horror, as if he had been discovered.

Zhou Yang laughed secretly. This bet seemed to be the opponent. Finally, he fought back some initiative, but he still didn't dare to look at him. He just lowered his eyes and said in a hypocritical manner: "What I know is more than this. The general trend of the world is within my control. If you drag me to feed the dog, it would be a waste. Do you know, boy!"

The boy stared at him coldly, feeling strange that this thin boy who looked like a beggar from head to toe could say this, and gradually a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After a while, he finally made a decision and shouted, "Come on, take this guy away."

Zhou Yang's heart was cold to the bottom of his feet, but he still wanted to be fed to the dog. Oh my God! Who is this kid?

After a while, the warrior walked in through the door and picked up his sleeve for the third time and left.
Chapter completed!