Half a year ago, when the Yingchuan Yellow Turban Que was still alive, in the battle of Changshe, tens of thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers were killed in the battle of Changshe City, but none of the Yellow Turban soldiers turned around and fled. Times changed, and the heroes on the battlefield that day actually fell into the process of joining the bandits and bandits. Perhaps it was Sun Jian's fire that not only burned the Yingchuan Yellow Turban Camp, but also burned the fighting spirit and backbone of the Yellow Turban soldiers.

When the two arrived near Xingyang, Chen Mo became more and more angry as he killed them. Whenever he encountered such yellow turbans, he would not talk to each other and kill them all. For this reason, he had at least hundreds of lives on his body, but let alone, he would let the people in the nearby villages be safe for a while.

After killing, Chen Mo's anger was already covered in a bit of red silk. Not to mention others, even Wang Yue was surprised.

Although he respects this little brother very much, it has to be said that this little brother's murderous intent is too heavy.

Once, more than a hundred people were killed in a row. Afterwards, the little brother still drank water and ate meat, and there was no sign of anything unusual.

In fact, Wang Yue is rare and strange. Even Sun Jian was surprised to see that when Chen Mo was in Mangdang Mountain, he could sit in the pile of dead people and eat bloody steamed buns. He was a natural hero. What is this now?

If he killed someone like some people and vomited, Chen Mo would never live now. After all, he was used to life and death during the Battle of Changshe in Yingchuan, and he didn't even take his own life seriously, let alone those evil thieves?

But let alone, the trouble came. Chen Mo and Wang Yue walked together along the way, killing hundreds of Yellow Turbans one after another, and gradually spread. You should know that because of Zhang Susu's words, the Yellow Turban believers all over the world swarmed towards Luoyang, and there were many people like Chen Mo who valued the reputation of the Yellow Turbans.

Finally, in a forest outside Xingyang City, Chen Mo and Wang Yue were ambushed.

Hundreds of people, wearing the clothes of ordinary people, wrapped in yellow turbans on their heads, surrounded Chen Mo and the others.

"You killed my Yellow Turban brother along the way?"

Leading the lead was a young man in his twenties, with a white face as white as jade and a delicate appearance. He was sitting on a white horse, with bright eyes and sharp eyes as sharp as a blade.

"They are also worthy of being the Yellow Turban?" Chen Mo snorted coldly, which made his face a little surprised.

"Who are you?" Wang Yue asked.

The man snorted lightly and said calmly, "Zhang Baiqi!"

Zhang Baiqi?

Chen Mo was stunned for a moment. He vaguely remembered that he had heard of this name somewhere.

"Su Su's senior brother?" Chen Mo murmured.

Perhaps hearing Chen Mo's muttering, Zhang Baiqi's face changed slightly, stared at Chen Mo with a uncertain expression, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

"Yingchuan Yellow Turbans under the command of Bo Shuai, Chen Mo!"

Zhang Baiqi's eyes showed a look of surprise. After all, there are not many people who claim to be the Yellow Turbans of Yingchuan.

"Which position?"

"Prince!"

A small pawn? A mere pawn has this momentum?

After thinking about it, Zhang Baiqi asked in doubt, "Since it is my Yellow Turban brother, why do you want to kill each other?"

Chen Mo snorted coldly, simply said all the actions of the fake bandits of the Yellow Turbans, and sneered, "They are also worthy of my Yingchuan Yellow Turbans?"

Zhang Baiqi's face turned pale. Maybe he had heard of this, but for the sake of the overall situation, he could not treat the bandits who surrendered to the Yellow Turban. After all, the Yellow Turban was a thorn in the eyes of the Han Dynasty. It was always good to have more strength. Even if it was just a matter of momentum, it could be called to the court to throw himself into a rat and avoid it.

After hearing Chen Mo's identity report, Zhang Baiqi was a little embarrassed. He understood as soon as he heard that the other party was the old Yellow Turban soldier who survived the Battle of Changshe, while he himself was the Yellow Turban under Zhang Jiao's command. He was not at all. Even if he wanted to cure Chen Mo's crime, he would not be qualified.

In other words, it’s the Yingchuan Yellow Turban Cleaning Portal. Do you have the responsibility?!

Perhaps Zhang Baiqi himself had no good feelings for the first-class bandits who ruined the reputation of the Yellow Turban. Seeing Chen Mo claiming his identity, his tone slowed down and turned to Wang Yue and said, "It's also the Yellow Turbans in Yingchuan?"

You should know that although Wang Yue has a good relationship with Chen Mo, he has no good feelings for the Yellow Turban. He clasped his fists and said in a deep voice, "Yanshan, Youzhou, Wang Yue!"

Zhang Baiqi's expression changed when he heard this. He waved his hand and pointed at Wang Yue, shouting, "Kill!"

The yellow turbans rushed up around. Chen Mo did not expect that Zhang Baiqi would act as soon as he tried to do something. He subconsciously drew his sword and blocked Wang Yue. He was about to argue with Zhang Baiqi, but he heard the other party say in a deep voice, "You are from the Yellow Turbans of Yingchuan under Bo Cai. Killing the Yellow Turbans of evil brothers is called cleaning up the door. Zhang has no right to ask, but this person is not my Yellow Turbans. Even if those Yellow Turbans of evil are so evil, since they are called my Yellow Turbans, I, Zhang Baiqi, cannot sit idly by. Since this person killed my Yellow Turbans of He, he should pay their lives for them!"

Zhang Baiqi's words are very simple. You should know that those bandits are all for the name of Yellow Turban. They are nothing more than foxes and tiger power. However, Zhang Baiqi also needs them to expand their power. However, if someone kills the Yellow Turban indiscriminately and no one avenges them, the Yellow Turban's fame will plummet. In other words, Zhang Baiqi used Wang Yue to win people's hearts and win over the hearts of those bandits and robbers who surrendered to the Yellow Turban.

"Who dares?!" Chen Mo shouted sternly. If it were him half a year ago, no one would have paid attention to him. But now he is strong insult and murderous intent. His aura alone makes the yellow turban soldiers look frightened.

Although Zhang Baiqi's expression did not change, he was actually very surprised.

This stimulating spirit, he was just a pawn?

If all the Yingchuan Yellow Turbans were like this, let alone a member of the Changshe, even the entire Han Dynasty could not stop the Yingchuan Yellow Turbans!

But after thinking about it, Zhang Baiqi's voice gradually became colder. He frowned and looked at Chen Mo and said, "What do you want to do?" His words were a little unhappy. You must know that he is the beloved disciple of Zhang Jiao, the great master Zhang Jiao, and the Yellow Turban believers respectfully call him [Little Heavenly Master]. Who is not polite to him?

Just a soldier...

"Zhang has no right to ask about cleaning up the portal, but if he deliberately wants to cover up this person, then he must forgive Zhang for offending him!"

The implication is that if Chen Mo dares to ask, he will dare to kill Chen Mo together.

"Kill!" Zhang Baiqi pointed at Wang Yue, and yellow scarves swarmed up around him.

Although Chen Mo didn't pay much attention to Wang Yue all the way, he didn't want to see Wang Yue die here for that boring reason. He stepped in front of Wang Yue, abandoned the sword in his hand, and forced the Yellow Turban soldiers to retreat with only the scabbard. After all, the other party was a real Yellow Turban soldiers, not those bandits who pretended to be powerful and committed evil everywhere.

Although Wang Yue is not as stunningly hostile as Chen Mo, his martial arts are good. Although he is surrounded by many yellow scarves, he is still at ease.

However, after all, it was hard to defeat four hands with two fists. Wang Yue, who had no strong aura to protect himself, was unable to resist attacks from all directions. He was exhausted and staggered, and was stabbed in the abdomen by a yellow scarf and penetrated his body.

Chen Mo was entangled with the Yellow Turban soldiers, and suddenly heard a muffled groan behind him. He subconsciously turned around and his face changed. He didn't care whether the Yellow Turban or the Yellow Turban was not concerned. He waved the sword sheath in his hand. The powerful force of breaking through the air actually repelled all the yellow Turbans in front of him, and fell to the ground and vomited blood. Zhang Baiqi looked surprised.

"Wang Yue!" Chen Mo came to Wang Yue's side a few steps, forced the Yellow Turban soldiers to retreat, caught the fallen Wang Yue with one hand, and slowly placed him on the ground.

"Take," Looking at Chen Mo's worried expression, Wang Yue smiled bitterly, looked at the blood oozing from his abdomen, sighed with regret, "When I left my hometown, I was very proud and ambitious, and I wanted to make a name for myself and gain a half-time position, so that everyone in the world knew me, Wang Yue, but I never thought I would die here..." As he said that, he took out a roll of old bamboo sect from his arms and handed it to Chen Mo, and said sincerely, "My master gave it to Wang when he was dying, so that Wang should learn the sword skills hard to avoid the loss of his master's unique skills. Unfortunately, I have limited talents and average qualifications, so I cannot learn the unique skills of this book..." In the end, his voice became lighter and lighter.

Chen Mo hesitated and took the roll of bamboo sect, opening his mouth but couldn't say anything, but just kept focusing on the key points.

"Sad, cherish, cherish..." Looking at the sky in a daze, Wang Yue said three times, perhaps because of regret that he could not be famous all over the world, so he died. Then, his eyes gradually became dissipated, and his raised right hand drooped weakly.

“…”

Chen Mo silently placed Wang Yue on the ground, and turned to Zhang Baiqi with endless anger.

"Zhang Baiqi..."

His strong murderous intent even shocked Zhang Baiqi's war horse under his crotch, kicking around with four hooves and running around.

Looking at Chen Mo holding the short sword and staring at him, Zhang Baiqi felt a chill behind him for a moment.

At this moment, a man was riding a horse in the distance.

"Little Tianshi, Miss Zhang asked you to take people back to Xingyang immediately!" As he was speaking, the man seemed to have noticed the situation here and Chen Mo with murderous intent on his face.

"Xiao Mo?!"

"..." Suddenly, he heard a familiar name, and Chen Mo subconsciously turned around and was surprised to see Pei Yuanshao standing by his horse and looking at him with joy.

"Xiao Mo, is it really you?" With joy on his face, Pei Yuanshao turned over and got off the horse and came to Chen Mo. Then he seemed to notice Wang Yue's body, with a look of confusion in his eyes.

"What's going on?"

Zhang Baiqi looked at Pei Yuanshao in surprise and said in surprise, "Captain Pei, you... do you know him?"

"Of course," Pei Yuanshao said naturally, "If it weren't for Xiao Mo, let alone Lao Zhou and I, even Miss Zhang might have died in Yuzhou..." As he said that, he seemed to have noticed the murderous intention in Chen Mo's eyes. Seeing that the short sword in his hand turned, Pei Yuanshao, who had long seen Chen Mo's flying stone's unique skills, called out something wrong and grabbed Chen Mo's arm.

In an instant, the short sword in Chen Mo's hand turned into a silver light and shot towards Zhang Baiqi, rubbing his cheek and shooting into the distance. Fortunately, Pei Yuanshao pulled the ground in time, otherwise, Zhang Baiqi would have nothing to do with the Yellow Turban in the future.

"Stop, Xiao Mo! Stop!"

Pei Yuanshao held Chen Mo and pressed the ground to stop him, and then it took another half an hour to calm down.

Hua Tuo's words are correct. Excessive hostility will indeed affect people's emotions. Take Chen Mo for example. He is not a person who kills indiscriminately, but once he is angry and kills, the murderous intent will not fade away in a short time.

In history, most of the fierce generals in history have to drink until they are drunk and sleep for a night, and some even whip the soldiers to vent their violence. There is no reason.

After persuading and talking, Pei Yuanshao finally persuaded Chen Mo to stop him and helped Chen Mo find an open space to bury Wang Yue.

Although after Pei Yuanshao persuaded, Chen Mo understood that Zhang Baiqi could not die now, after all, the Yellow Turbans are almost supported by him and Zhang Susu, but even though he understood, Chen Mo's murderous intent when he looked at Zhang Baiqi still frightened the latter.

Carrying the sword left by Wang Yue and holding the "Mozi Sword Technique" in his arms, Chen Mo followed Pei Yuanshao to Xingyang without saying a word. During this period, many Yellow Turban believers secretly mingled in Xingyang City. Even Zhang Susu was in the city, planning to assassinate Huangfu Song, Zhu Jun, and counterattack Luoyang.

When they were about to approach the gate of Xingyang, Zhang Baiqi and Pei Yuanshao both dismounted their horses and handed them to others, asking them to hide outside the city, while pretending to be civilians and mingling into the city.

Xingyang's defense was not strict, and hundreds of Yellow Turban believers successively entered the city, but at this moment, there was trouble.

Because his anger was too heavy, especially his murderous intent towards Zhang Baiqi was even more cold and harsh to the soldiers guarding the city.

Look, he was stopped by a group of soldiers.

"Stop!" The sergeant guarding the gate stood in front of Chen Mo with breathing, took out white cloth painted with wanted criminals from his arms, and compared it with Chen Mo one by one.

When he saw that he was not the wanted criminal in the album, the sergeant was worried and looked at Chen Mo vigilantly and asked, "Who are you, where are you from? Where are you going? Tell me honestly, come and listen!"

At this time, Chen Mo was recalling the regrets before Wang Yue's death, and recalling his grand ambitions to make a name for himself along the way. He felt very uncomfortable. He looked at the two small characters of Wang Yue's heads engraved on the hilt of the sword and said in a deep voice, "Swordsman, Wang Yue!"

I will let this name spread all over the world!
Chapter completed!