In the fifth year of Zhongping, late June.

Zhongyang Mountain.

Zhongyang Mountain is an ordinary mountain range, located in the northeast of Wuyin, close to the border of Runan, is the only way for Wuyin to go north to the official road, and the nearest Wufang county town from Runan is less than 100 miles.

"Boom, boom, boom!!!"

On this day, the clouds were thick and the thunder was booming.

"It's going to rain!" On the official road, Mu Jing reined in the horse's reins vigorously, he looked up at the sky, and his brows were a little tightly furrowed.

He explained the affairs of the firm to the two executive shopkeepers, and then persuaded Zhang Gu, although Zhang Gu was a little pedantic, but under the tongue of his incorruptible tongue, he still agreed to let him be responsible for escorting grain and grass to the north.

Mu Jing thought that it was just to escort grain and grass, and this should be an easy job, but after all, he was still too naïve with no experience in leading troops.

They have been walking for a day, and they have not yet walked out of Wuyin, this marching speed makes him a little embarrassed, but it makes him really feel that the rules and regulations of marching in this backward era are really difficult to walk on two legs.

"Don't be in charge, five miles ahead, there is a small town!"

Lei Hu personally went forward as a scout for the grain transportation team and came back to report.

"Is the situation in the town clear?"

"It has been investigated, this is just an ordinary town, under Zhongyang Mountain, there are more than a hundred households, and there are few thieves in the square area, it should be safe!"

"You lead your troops to the guard!"

Mu Jing looked back, a cart of grain and grass was the lifeblood of his father's army, and he had to be cautious: "Find a place, and then check the food and water sources, and after removing all the hidden dangers, I will immediately lead my troops in!" ”

"No!"

Lei Hu led more than 20 young soldiers from the Wubei Hall to go up to guard.

Half an hour later, in the midst of a dripping and non-stop heavy rain, Mu Jingqin led the grain transportation brigade into Zhongyang Town to take shelter from the rain, and at this moment, his whole body was already soaked.

There was no post station in Zhongyang Town, and all that could be used here was a mountain temple, a little dilapidated, but barely enough for them all to go in and take shelter from the rain.

"Check the grain and grass immediately!"

"Yes!" A leader of the people commanded.

"In addition, everyone will build a bonfire and boil water to ward off the cold, and if you get sick in the rain, it will be troublesome!"

"No!" The other man was also commanded to leave.

"Check the water source!"

"Yes!"

"And look at these wheels!"

"Yes!"

"It's getting dark, it seems that tonight is going to spend the night here, so we must be vigilant at night, rest in shifts, we are now escorting the food of countless soldiers, and we must not relax in the slightest."

"No!"

“……”

One after another orders were issued from Mu Jingkou, whether it was more than 50 county soldiers or hundreds of people, they all obeyed the orders.

"Little old man Huo Min, it is the third elder of Zhongyang, meet the general!"

An old man from a large local family came to visit him tremblingly.

Although Mu Jing is small, he is wearing battle armor and has an extraordinary momentum, so he is naturally a general.

"The old man doesn't need to be polite, he is just sheltering from the rain here, and he will not disturb the people, please rest assured!" Mu Jing looked at the panic on the old man's face, and hurriedly said comfortingly.

In this world, the imperial court can no longer control the world, it is a mess, the so-called soldiers and thieves are almost the same, so when Mu Jing leads the troops to settle in, then the official flag of dancing Yin will inevitably cause panic.

"So good, so good!"

When the old man heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but he was still a little worried, he observed Mu Jing's expression, and said cautiously: "I don't know what else the general needs, the little old man will go and arrange it!" ”

Zhongyang Town is not big, but there are more than 100 households, under the management of Wuyin County, the local are some descendants of the Huo family, it is rumored that the ancestors of the Huo family are people in the Western Han Dynasty, and they were once rewarded by the imperial court as the Marquis of Zhongyang, after settling here, this place is called Zhongyang Town.

Huo Min is more than sixty years old, Runan Rebellion, Nanyang Rebellion, he has experienced the Yellow Turban Rebellion, and he has already become restrained, for fear that these people will set up thieves and plunder, so that the entire Zhongyang Town will become a ruin.

"The old man doesn't need to be like this, we are not thieves, and we will not disturb the peace of the people!"

Mu Jingchang sighed, from a small person, you can see the way of the world today, people's hearts are in turmoil, the troubled times are coming, even ordinary people have no sense of security, those wealthy families will naturally be crazy soldiers, and the division of princes is inevitable.

After sending away the local trembling Huo Lao, Mu Jing took off a set of battle armor, this set of battle armor was given by the Xu family, sewn together with leather and iron armor, light and tough, very practical, after removing the war armor, he took off his wet robe and put on another robe.

"Your martial arts are not at home, such weather, it's not good to suffer from the wind and cold, eat this!"

A personal guard handed over a small bottle and can, and said indifferently.

"Such a thing?" Mu Jing glanced at this guard, who was more than ten streets more handsome than himself, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, moistened his dry throat, and asked in a low voice.

This personal guard is Zhang Ning, the Holy Maiden of Taiping.

Zhang Ning's men's clothing took off the veil, revealing that beautiful and fragrant face, every time he saw this amazing and pretty face, he always had an inexplicable impulse.

To say that he has seen countless beautiful women in his previous life, he has also eaten a lot of goddesses in the entertainment industry, among thousands of flowers, and not a single leaf is touched, this has always been his principle.

"Chill Pill!"

Zhang Ning said coldly: "It can protect you from the wind and cold!" ”

Taiping Dao started by relying on medical Taoism, and Zhang Jiao used Fu Shui to treat all kinds of diseases, thus triggering faith, this pyramid scheme is ten million times stronger than that of later generations, but it is undeniable that there is also a real ability.

Although the talisman water of Taiping Dao is somewhat deified, if there is no healing effect, no one will believe that whether it is Zhang Jiao or Zhang Ning, they are both holy hands of the medical Tao.

"Thank you!" Mu Jing took a bite of this cold pill, and a warm breath ran down his throat.

"Actually, you don't need to come with me!"

Mu Jing looked at Zhang Ning and said calmly: "Isn't it good to be a teacher in the Wubei Hall quietly, you are bent on leaving the giant deer and coming south, don't you just want to stay away from everything in the Taiping Dao and the Yellow Turban Army?" ”

The Taiping Holy Maiden is the existence of the prince in the Yellow Turban Army, this card Mu Shan did not move, and Mu Jing did not move, after all, the Taiping Holy Maiden is just a little girl who has lost her father and is struggling in the chaos.

"Whether I want to, or I don't want to, I am the Holy Maiden of Peace after all, the only bloodline of the great sage and good teacher, and the young master of the yellow turban in the world!"

Zhang Ning's dusty voice sounded in Mu Jing's ears: "Can I hide?" ”

"You often say that only peace in the world can have a prosperous world, and only by stopping the war can there be peace in the world, I also want to see the world peaceful, I can't hide, can't I go in, I trust the shepherd, he may be able to inherit his father's wishes!" Zhang Ning will not admit the fact that she was brainwashed by Mu Jing when she was an ideological instructor in Wubeitang, and what Mu Jing irrigated to the students of Wubeitang was a belief in the peace of the world, and this belief was passed down through her mouth, and she was gradually infected.

In the past, she wanted to escape.

Now she wants to face it.

She is a saint of peace, and when she goes to the battlefield in Runan, her identity will be a trump card, whether you say surrender or rebellion, she is a peerless weapon.

"How old are you?" Mu Jing said suddenly.

"The Prodigal Son!"

When Zhang Ning heard this, his pretty face turned a little crimson, and he glanced at him.

Mu Jing suddenly came to his senses, now is the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, not the 21st century, girls can get married in their teens, and their age must be kept secret.

He said to himself: "I guess you are not yet fifteen years old, a fifteen-year-old girl, carried the inheritance of Taiping Dao, and became the young master of the yellow turban in the world, you Lao Tzu and he have done evil!" ”

"You are not allowed to say that!" Zhang Ning was a little angry.

After thinking about it, she said again: "My father is the god of the Taiping Dao and the great sage and good teacher of the Yellow Turban Army, as a disciple of the Taiping Dao, shouldn't you respect him the most?" ”

"Would you be angry if I said that in my heart your father was just an ambitious man of power?" Mujing playful road.

The so-called great sages and good teachers, in the final analysis, are still rebels.

No matter how much he puts on his coat, he can't hide his ambition to become an emperor.

That's right.

The fault was that he failed.

"You're not a Taiping Taoist!" Zhang Ning said bluntly.

"My father is!"

The corners of Mu Jing's mouth slightly outlined a playful smile, and he said indifferently.

Night!

At night, the rain became heavier and heavier......