"This matter was done by the Huang family."

Lu Bu's story made Lin Mo empathize, but he couldn't understand how much sadness the young man suffered.

He has always known that since the Han Dynasty, especially after Liu Xiu, the rise of the family has reached an unprecedented height, and the tentacles of power have reached a position even higher than the imperial power.

In a county, the words of the county magistrate may not even be as effective as those of aristocratic families.

As time passed, they took everything for granted. How could they allow a mere untouchable to stop what they wanted to do?

Ha...

Human life is like a piece of grass, it is just five words in a history book. When you really face it, you will know how powerful these five words are.

Especially for time travelers like Lin Mo.

After taking a big sip of wine, he looked ahead, looked at the hard-working farmers, and said softly: "What happened to the young man later?"

"That night, he rolled into the Huang Mansion before dawn, carrying a short knife, and killed all fifty-seven people in the Huang Mansion." Lu Bu looked up at the sky, probably because he didn't want the tiger to show off too much.

A vulnerable side.

It is unbelievable that an eleven-year-old boy could kill fifty-seven people in one night with a short knife.

Lin Mo was a little sad and melancholy, not a single snowflake under the avalanche was innocent.

Aren’t the boy’s younger siblings innocent?

He is only eleven years old, isn’t he innocent?

Lao Lutou and his wife just want to keep their own land, aren't they innocent?

In later generations, problems in one's original family can push a person to extremes to do shocking things.

What's more, the young man who encountered this series of changes.

In fact, Lin Mo knew that the tragedy in the story was not unique in this era.

The census at the end of the Han Dynasty said that there were only six million people left. Of course, a large part of them were dragged into serfdom by powerful families, but the number of people who died in the tragedies of this era is also too numerous to mention.

Lu Bu raised the wine bag high, let out a long sigh of relief after the turbid wine fell into his mouth, and a hint of joking appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You are so smart, I want to ask you, why do you think they always like to scold me?"

Slave?"

Lin Mo glanced at Lu Bu with complicated eyes. Thinking of the story just now, he said in a low voice: "Maybe it's because that young man has experienced the darkest time in the world and has long hated those powerful people. But not everyone knows that young man

What have you experienced?"

Hearing this, Lu Bu burst out laughing. The laughter seemed to penetrate the entire sky, and the birds and beasts in the forest were frightened.

"You said it wrong!"

Lu Bu turned to look at Lin Mo with a bit of disdain, "Because these people are all despicable, they like to find faults in powerless people, and they like to find advantages in powerful people.

Cao Cao killed hundreds of thousands of people in three counties. Liu Bei was so benevolent and righteous, why didn't he fight to the death? Why did the scholars in the world still go to him?

Who is cleaner than the other when it comes to being dirty? With the title of pillar of the imperial court on his head, he can stand on top of his dignity and accuse others by yelling a few nonsense words. This is the group of people I, Lu Bu, despise the most.

People!"

At first glance, these words sounded domineering, but after careful consideration, I felt helpless. The translation is: The sun was very dazzling that day, and they pointed at me from the moral high ground.

Lin Mo was speechless when he was refuted by Lu Bu for the first time.

His mind is a little messed up. You can't say that what he did is right. It seems that he also admits those shortcomings, but Lu Bu sees the ugliness of human nature very clearly.

"Am I dirty?"

Lu Bu laughed dumbly, "Yes, I robbed Liu Bei of Xuzhou, so what do I do with it? Are the things his ancestor Emperor Gaozu did to save his life in front of the overlord not dirty?

In this world, the truth is not something that a group of scholars holding sage books in their hands talks about, it has to be killed with my Fangtian painted halberd!"

"Well said!" Lin Mo strongly agreed with this. Everything within the range is the truth. This is not the last word in this world. It will also apply thousands of years later.

At this moment, Lin Mo looked at Lu Bu with admiration.

He always thought that Lu Bu was just a capricious person who was greedy for small profits. Facts have proved that he is really not.

At least, from what I heard just now, it sounds like he has his own ideas.

The mountain wind blew, pulling the red robe of Xichuan flowers behind Lu Bu to make a sound, and there was a sense of sadness on his face.

It is a kind of loneliness that is not understood by others.

"What I said to you has never been mentioned to anyone."

Lu Bu stood up, walked to the hill and looked out, with his back to Lin Mo, he said softly: "Actually, I just want to tell you that there are many people in this world, and they are not necessarily what you heard.

In the past few months in Pengcheng, you also know how I have treated you.

Someone once asked, since I like you so much, why don’t I take you under my wing as a counselor? What do you think I answered?”

Lin Mo looked at Lu Bu quietly and shook his head.

Lu Bu, who didn't hear the answer, laughed and said: "I said you, Lin Yunwen, can only be my son-in-law, not my adviser."

After saying that, he sighed heavily, feeling a bit sad in the wind, "I haven't felt a trace of family affection since the death of my parents, younger brothers and sisters. Until I met Yan later, and Ling'er, I felt...

I swore to myself that as long as I live, no one will ever think of harming my family."

I feel it.

Lin Mo really felt a tiger bowing to him in its own unique way.

He finally understood that Lu Bu's story was not to prove that the things he did were excusable, nor was it to illustrate the darkness of this world.

He just wants to tell himself that he is willing to protect his family with his own life.

Lin Mo knew that this kind of sincerity could never be felt whether he went to Cao Ying or with Liu Bei.

His heart was shaken.

But...

If I really want to stay, can I block the rolling tide of history for them?

Lin Mo didn't know, but he really didn't have this confidence.

Opposite him are geniuses like Guo Jia, Jia Xu and Xun You. Cao Cao has 200,000 soldiers and horses, and he is holding the world's orthodox banner.

Lin Mo took a deep breath, stood up, walked to Lu Bu's side and stood side by side with him, "I want to ask you something, if I don't agree, will I not be able to leave here alive today?"

It seemed that Lu Bu had anticipated this question. His face remained calm as he took out a bamboo slip from his arms and handed it to Lin Mo, "If you are interested in Cao Cao, it will be useless if I force you to stay. With your intelligence,

There are many ways to deceive me with your intelligence.

But if I want to kill you, I can't bear it. These days, no matter what you think in your heart, I really regard you as my son-in-law.

What's more, even if Cao Cao's camp doesn't have you, I don't think I can resist Cao Cao's endless schemes. In this case, why should I kill you?"

After saying that, he turned around and left, walking firmly without any hesitation.

When we were a little further away, I didn't forget to leave a sentence, "I'm waiting for you in Pengcheng. You decide whether to go or stay."

Lin Mo opened the bamboo slip and found a greeting card.

Lu Wentao wrote a personal greeting, recommended Lin Mo in the name of the Lu family, and stated that a series of inventions were made by him, and asked Cao Sikong to consider and use them.

With this invitation, Lin Mo can save a lot of trouble. With the reputation of the Lu family and the content on the invitation, Cao Cao will definitely meet him.
Chapter completed!