After half a day, Yang Ming and his party finally arrived in Luoyang, the eastern capital.

As the sun sets, the huge gray city wall of Luoyang City is 20 meters high, as if covered with a layer of colored silk, and is colorful. The city gate tower facing the avenue is divided into three floors, standing tall and straight.

Looking up into the sky, the simple Han tiles upstairs are shining with golden light under the setting sun.

"Why isn't there a porridge shed?" The old man in green clothes weighed his feet and looked ahead.

All the victims suddenly became panicked. "How should we survive? Didn't the court open warehouses to provide disaster relief?" "Oh God, what should we do now!" Along with crying, everyone collapsed on the ground.

There were still 500 meters away from the city gate. From a distance, everyone saw thousands of soldiers in front of the city gate, driving away the victims. They were whipping, slashing with knives, punching and kicking, and they were doing everything they could. Suddenly, the sky was filled with cries! Tens of thousands of soldiers.

The ragged victims retreated, but were reluctant to leave.

"I have long said that Thief Dong is tyrannical and treats the people like ants. It's strange that he would open a warehouse to help us! You still don't believe it!" one of the victims said harshly.

Yang Ming helped the mother and son off the horse with a heavy expression. He felt sorry for these victims.

Suddenly I remembered that I had not seen the package to blackmail Yuan Shang, so I hurriedly took it over with a heavy hand.

When I opened it, I saw that the golden light was dazzling, and it was full of gold cakes, weighing more than 20 kilograms.

"This kid is quite fat," Yang Ming said with a smile. This is worth 5 million in modern times!

I looked around and walked with him for two days. There were more than 300 disaster victims I was familiar with. Each gold cake weighed about 250 grams, and the number was about 100. How to divide them?

Yang Ming looked around, found a tree stump, took out his knife, took the gold cakes one by one, chopped them open, divided them into four, and soon got a pile of broken gold nuggets.

"Everyone comes to collect gold from me. Everyone has a share! After collecting it, go back. Take the gold and go home to buy food. You should be able to survive," Yang Ming shouted.

When he was cutting the gold cake just now, everyone had gathered around him, and now they all tremblingly stretched out their hands to take the gold.

Many of these victims had never seen gold in their lives. They were holding heavy gold nuggets as if they were in a dream. I don’t know who raised their head. Everyone fell to the ground and kowtowed to Yang Ming frequently. There was a thumping sound and dust was flying for a while.

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"I will never forget my benefactor for keeping me alive." The old man in Tsing Yi came up and said, "I, Zhao Long, led the whole village in Zhaojia Village to thank my benefactor!" After saying this, tears streamed down his face.

"I got these things by blackmail, but they don't belong to me. It's just a small effort, so there's no need to say thank you!" Yang Ming quickly stepped forward to help him up and called for everyone to get up.

Seeing that these victims were going to starve in Luoyang, now that they had received the gold, they had hope in their hearts and suddenly wanted to leave.

Yang Ming inquired and learned that these victims were basically from the same village, and they were all related to each other. They had someone to look after them on the road. They now had a lot of gold with them, and they were afraid of long nights and dreams, so they cried one by one with Yang Ming.

Farewell, return home overnight.

After seeing off everyone in Zhaojia Village, Yang Ming's brows relaxed.

Looking back, he saw countless victims still crying and wailing in front of the city gate, and his heart became extremely heavy again.

It's a pity that he is alone now, with no brute force, but no ability to help these people. In the past few days in the Three Kingdoms, he has experienced so many things, and he understands that the world is difficult. In this troubled world, people's lives are as insignificant as grass and grass.

Only by becoming stronger quickly and ending this troubled world earlier can these people struggling on the verge of death live a good life!

Yang Ming walked very hard on the short journey to the city gate.

He couldn't see the crowd blocking his eyes, so it took a lot of effort for him to ride his horse and move over.

It was almost dark at this time, the city gate was about to close, and the soldiers were slowly entering the city. He hurriedly ran up and shouted: "Wait a minute! I want to enter the city!".

The young general guarding the city looked at him and felt that he was dressed very strangely. The BMW underneath him was unusually majestic, but he obviously did not have a Luoyang accent, which was very suspicious. He couldn't help shouting: "Stop! Someone, give me this detail."

Take it!".

Yang Ming suddenly panicked and quickly dug into his pockets, but only found his wallet and mobile phone. He was unable to take out one hundred yuan from his wallet and hand it over.

"Sir, wait a minute. I am not a petty person. This is a trivial matter and not respectful. Please accept it."

Yang Ming had no gold left and distributed it all to the people of Zhaojiacun. He also gave the remaining excess to the old man in Tsing Yi named Zhao Long, saying that if he went back and bought more food, he could live a few more lives.

The young general guarding the city gate was named Dong Liang, who was promoted to the rank of captain of the city gate. He was huge, half a head taller than Yang Ming, and had a face as black as the bottom of a pot.

He has just turned 30 years old, but he looks like he is in his 40s. He is muscular and muscular.

He was born into a poor family and was distantly related to Dong Zhuo. He was regarded as Dong Zhuo's distant nephew. However, his current official position was mostly obtained through military exploits. He was usually very thoughtful and could be regarded as rough and fine. Dong Zhuo asked him, a young man, to do this.

Chengmen Xiaowei is in charge of Luoyang's defense. He has 12 city gate commanders and more than 10,000 soldiers and horses under his command. This means that he has put his wealth and life in his hands, which shows his trust in him.

He waved his hand to stop his men who were about to step forward, rode over to take the banknotes handed over by Yang Ming, and moved closer to the torch to examine them carefully. Slowly, his brows furrowed and his hands began to tremble.

"What is this? It looks like a painting. The details of the painting are clear. It must have been made by a famous artist. The size is so small, but it is definitely a treasure!"

Xu Liang's expression changed several times and he put away the banknotes. He just saw that there were several similar small paintings in Yang Ming's wallet, and the BMW also made him very jealous. He rolled his eyes, expressionless, and thought in his heart

But he was moved by greed.

"Let him into the city!" he shouted.

He planned to let Yang Ming enter the city first, and then lead his henchmen to catch him. Regardless of whether he was a spy or not, he would kill him with one blow, and the small painting and BMW on his body would be his own.

Nowadays, there are many people with mixed eyes, so it would be inappropriate for him to take action here.

"Thank you, sir!" Yang Ming thanked him with his hands, and walked through the city gate into Luoyang City. "Bang!" There was a loud noise, and the city gate closed.

Luoyang City in the dark night looks like a wild beast, extremely huge.

Now Dong Zhuo's Xiliang army has controlled the security of the whole city. These barbarians have broken military discipline, bully men and women, murder and set fire, and do all kinds of evil, so at night all the people close their doors.

Yang Ming rode a horse and walked slowly for a few streets. He didn't see any pedestrians and didn't find any inns.

There was silence all around, except for the clattering sound of his own horse on the ground, and the faint sound of a woman and child crying in the distance, which was horrifying.

"Ta-ta! Ta-ta!" A burst of rapid hoofbeats came from behind. A group of cavalry advanced quickly and arrived beside Yang Ming in the blink of an eye.

"Dismount and die! Boy! Hahaha," Dong Liang, who had accepted Yang Ming's bribe, laughed. His voice was rough and harsh, like a broken gong.

Tonight, he brought a dozen of his henchmen to rob and kill Yang Ming. Seeing that he had found the rightful owner, he was convinced. He rarely came to the city gate to patrol, and this was all the work of his city gate Sima.

But today, there were too many disaster victims gathering outside the city gate to make trouble, so he didn't come to take a look. As a result, he was able to gain such a harvest. It seemed that he was lucky.

Yang Ming turned over and dismounted. He didn't know any martial arts and had just learned to ride a horse. Ma Zhan felt even more confused. But getting off the horse made him feel more at ease.

"Haha, I didn't give you money, why are you chasing after me? It's so deserted here, I don't have anyone to keep me company, are you here to play with me?" He threw the knife on the ground, with his face on his face.

Show a harmless smile.

Now Yang Ming is not used to killing people with a knife. He has never killed a chicken before, so he still can't overcome this psychological barrier.

"Stop talking nonsense to him, let's all come together and decide quickly. Don't waste time drinking when you're done!" Dong Liang said seriously.

The weapon he used was a mace, made of pure steel. With a "Woo!" sound, it was thrown at Yang Ming. Accompanied by the speed of the horse, it was unstoppable!

At the same time, his men also raised their knives to kill Yang Ming. Yang Ming looked up and saw the bloody spikes on the mace, and screamed inwardly!

The body did not retreat but moved forward, and came to Xu Liang. He held the handle of the stick with his left hand and placed his right hand on Xu Liang's chest.

"Let's go!"

Poor Xu Liang's 200-pound body flew out like a rag doll...

Yang Ming turned around and walked around these soldiers at the speed of a ghost, easily dodging their knives. Regardless of their frightened eyes, he slapped each of them, and then all these poor people flew up like a goddess scattering flowers.

Sky, it fell to the ground with a plop.

Their mounts didn't panic, maybe because they didn't understand why their masters flew away all of a sudden.

They were used to fighting on the battlefield, but they had never seen anything like today's situation. They were very confused. They were pacing back and forth, their eyes constantly communicating with their masters, signaling them to fly back again.

Yang Ming held the mace in his hand and weighed it a few times. It was about 50-60 pounds. It was still very light, but it felt good.

He used it to chop left and right as if he had a new toy, and hit the ground with the stick. A big hole opened in the stone floor, and the flying stones flew far away with a whooshing sound. They hit the nearby horse.

, the horses neighed and started running.

Yang Ming had enough fun and came to Xu Liang with the mace in hand. He stretched out his hand and handed the stick over. He smiled evilly and said, "Would you like to try this? Although a few thorns have fallen off, the effect will not be affected...

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Xu Liang just woke up from his stupor and suddenly saw the mace in front of him. He was so frightened that he quickly got up and shouted: "Hero, spare your life, the villain has eyes but cannot recognize Mount Tai."

As he talked, he kowtowed, and there was blood on his forehead after touching it a few times.

He had been in battle for a long time and knew that Yang Ming had shown mercy. If he really wanted to kill himself, it would not be as simple as flying.

With ghost-like speed and lion-like strength, he is simply out of this world. I guess General Lu Bu is not that perverted! He can be called a monster!

The dozen or so soldiers lying on the ground quickly got up and kowtowed in front of Yang Ming.

"Grandpa Fairy, have mercy on me!"

"Thank you hero for showing mercy!"

They saw the weird "stick technique" that Yang Ming had just played. The mace weighing dozens of kilograms was like a child's toy in his hand. If he hit them, wouldn't they be beaten into meat patties? This

It was far beyond their knowledge, and coupled with Yang Ming's weird clothes, they felt that he must be a god descended to earth.

Although the Xiliang soldiers were rude and barbaric, they admired heroes the most, and they kowtowed to each other sincerely.

"Grandpa Fairy?" Yang Ming smiled and scratched his head. This is a good name, I like it!

I came to Luoyang alone. It was easy to survive, but it was difficult to have my own power. There was no imperial examination system here. I fell from the sky, and I had no aristocratic status. A white man of unknown origin wanted to climb up.

impossible.

For example, Wang Yue has the reputation of being the best swordsman in the world, but he can't ask for an official position. He may not be as good as him. After all, Wang Yue has real skills and can open a school to teach apprentices. Yang Ming can't teach others his strange power.
To be continued...