Zhou Yan rolled off his horse, knelt down in front of Zhang Jun's feet, and said in a deep voice: "The Governor of the Metropolitan ・・・・・・"

Zhang Jun turned around and looked at this Wenchen, who was quite arrogant in his heart and had competed with him with official authority, where did he still have the high-spirited appearance he had at the beginning. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Creation makes people・・・・・・ it's really the ass that decides the head."

Sighing in his heart, Zhang Jun asked: "The armor in the arsenal was stolen after the conscription of the conscription army was completed, and it suddenly caught fire on the way to the investigation of the governor. Now that no one in the arsenal has survived, Zhou Yushi, in your opinion, is there any sign of this matter? ”

Zhou Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked carefully, "I don't know where the arsenal supervision order is?" ”

"I've committed suicide in fear of sin!" Han Hu stood aside and said.

"I don't know ・・・・・・ this minister!" Zhou Yan said.

"Since you don't know, let's get up." Zhang Jun waved his hand, turned over and stepped on the mount, turned the horse's head and said: "Zhou Yushi, this case will be handed over to the Imperial History Supervisor for investigation, don't find out!" ”

"The Grand Duke!" Zhou Yan said urgently: "The duty of the imperial historian is to supervise hundreds of officials, not to investigate cases. This matter should be handed over to the Lingju County Government to handle, and the Imperial Historian may not be able to do anything・・・・・・"

"Humph!" Zhang Jun snorted coldly and said: "This matter is too strange, I am afraid that Ju County is not enough, Zhou Yushi don't want to say more, I have made up my mind, just wait to hear the good news!" ”

"Drive!" Zhang Jun finished his words and rode away.

The other soldiers looked at each other and hurriedly got on their horses to chase after them. A moment later, Zhou Yan and several of his subordinates were still standing in place.

"Supervisor ・・・・・・" a subordinate official asked carefully: "The Metropolitan Governor asked us to handle the case, how to deal with it, you still have to come up with a charter." ”

"Charter?" Zhou Yan shook his head with a wry smile and said: "How can there be any regulations, do your best, and listen to the destiny of heaven・・・・・・" As he spoke, he led the horse and left slowly step by step, and several subordinates of the Imperial Historian had no choice but to follow behind.

On the other side, in the vast wilderness, Zhang Jun kept whipping his mount with his horsewhip, sweating and sweating and the horse was in pain, and the speed became faster and faster, and it only took a moment to throw away the subordinates who were struggling to follow behind.

I don't know how long it took, the horse's speed gradually slowed down, there was no one in the wilderness, and Zhang Jun didn't know where he had run. He rolled over and dismounted, patted the mount on the neck, and let it rest on its own. He himself walked forward up a dirt slope.

The spring grass sprouts and the ground is very soft. He sat on the ground, then fell backwards on his back, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, smelling the fragrance of the earth, and feeling that the troubles disappeared in an instant.

I still remember that I traveled to the period of the Sixteen Kingdoms in the autumn of 321 A.D., when he was at a loss and frightened, until he slowly adapted, and then wanted to show his ambition - to change the history of the Han people reduced to livestock. But now it seems that the inertia of history is so huge, and every time he wants to make changes, resistance will follow, as if he has been calculated by God.

With a long sigh of relief, a deep sense of powerlessness swelled in Zhang Jun's heart. In terms of background, he is the young general of Da Liang, and he is destined to rule the land of the Western Lands. Historically, Liangzhou became a great power in the north under his governance, allowing the Western Regions to bow down and Hu Lu to commit no crimes. But now it seems that because of his identity as a traverser, history has become more and more messy, and it is better to resign himself to fate and let the wheels of history roll forward.

It was not that he was knocked down by this arsenal incident, but out of a natural sense of reverence for history for later generations. Unlike those protagonists in time-traveling novels, Zhang Jun, who has been studying history since he was an undergraduate, knows the arduousness of changing history, which cannot be solved by inventing gunpowder and climbing the science and technology tree, let alone having a world-class martial arts.

From the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty to the present, what kind of heroes have not appeared? But how many people can really transcend the boundaries of the times and end the troubled times? In Zhang Jun's view, the development of history has always followed a magical circle.

The Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period were unified by Qin, and Qin was bound to be short-lived; At the end of the Han Dynasty, the Three Kingdoms returned to Jin, and Jin was also short-lived; The Northern and Southern Dynasties were accepted by the Sui, and the fate of the Sui Dynasty is even more well-known. How can he, Zhang Jun, be able to resist the power of the entire era with the power of one person, even if he is a time-traveler in later generations?

For a moment, he felt the blue sky envelop him, as if a mysterious force had enveloped it. In my mind, the feeling of time and space confusion came again, no pain, no panic, just a bit like the feeling of jet lag.

In "Wenzi Nature", it was said: "In ancient times, it was called the universe, and the four directions were called the universe." And "Corpse" said: "The upper and lower four directions are called the universe, and the past and the present are called the universe." "Zhuangzi Gengsang Chu" also recorded: "Out of the root, into the know-how." There is reality but no place, and there is a long but no plagiarism. Those who have something but no knowledge have the truth. There is a real but nowhere to be done, Yu also; There are those who have long but no roots, and they are also. “

Zhang Jun's mind flooded with countless chapters of ancient people's thoughts on the universe, he let out a long sigh, sat up suddenly, looked at the green wilderness, and thought, "If you come, you will be safe." God let me go through it, then just toss it, if it is not as good as the original Zhang Jun in history, then there is no way, and it is not what I want to cross. ”

Although his thoughts were a little irresponsible, Zhang Jun still managed to let himself walk out of his powerlessness and sense of loss.

A horse roared suddenly, and Zhang Jun turned his head to see that it was his mount standing not far away and barking at him. A pair of horse eyes are smart, as if they care about their master.

"Hahaha!" Zhang Jun laughed, patted his butt and stood up, walked over to hold the reins, put his face on the neck of the sweaty horse, closed his eyes slightly and said: "Horse, horse, I am a person from 1,700 years later, aren't you afraid of me?" ”

The sweaty horse shaved his hooves and said nothing.

Zhang Jun smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "Horses, horses, let's go home!" So saying, he jumped on his horse, and with a slight knock on the belly of the horse, the mount returned the way he had come.

It didn't take long to run out, and I saw smoke and dust in the distance, and hundreds of cavalry troops were pouring over from all directions, and the first one was Wang Meng, the general of the Longxiang army.

"Lord!" The king rushed to Zhang Jun's horse, turned over and bowed to the ground, and said happily: "I can be regarded as finding you, and the brothers are frightened!" ”

"Haha!" Zhang Jun asked Wang Meng to get up and ride with him, and said, "General Wang, do you think that nearly 10,000 pairs of armor have disappeared without knowing it, is it possible?" ”

"What do you mean?" Wang Meng asked suspiciously.

"It's simple, nearly 10,000 pairs of armor, and you can't transport it without a cart or a thousand. But it's gone, unless, ・・・・・・"

"Unless the armor is still close to the left!" Wang Meng reacted instantly and exclaimed.

"Yes!" Zhang Jun nodded and said: "Order all the troops, put the training aside for me first, anyway, there is no guy in hand, just come here to find a guy." ”

As he spoke, he gritted his teeth and said, "Even if you dig three feet into the ground, you have to find it for me!" ”

"No!" After Wang Meng received the order, he said, "Governor, let's go back first・・・・・・

"Good!" Zhang Jun nodded in agreement.

So, the rear of the cavalry turned into the front team, and they swept away from their major general・・・・・・

PS: The protagonist is not a god, and neither is the traverser. The IQ of human beings was fixed more than 100,000 years ago, and the development of science and technology has nothing to do with the IQ of human beings, so there will be no such thing as a slap in the face after crossing over, but the obstacle may be greater. As a traverser, his original body has achieved a lot in history, so it is impossible for Zhang Jun to be without pressure. Corn wanted to do his best to write about a living person, not a god who was beyond everything.