Mythical Three Kingd

Three days passed, and Chen Xi finally understood the current situation. It was a broad interpretation of the Three Kingdoms period. The Yellow Turban Rebellion had just been put down, an era of heroic figures emerging. It was also an era that Chen Xi had fantasized about when he was bored in the past. After all, whether it was Zhao Zilong with his white horse and silver spear or Zhuge Kongming, whose wisdom was personified, the fans and detractors in later generations were endless. There's no way around it, there are too many Chinese people, so that's what he had to say.,“Father-in-law, seeing you so eager to leave, I presume there’s an urgent matter. This horse is a gift for you, as a means of transport. Please don’t find it wanting.” Chen Xi forced the reins into the other’s hand. He still didn’t know the other person’s name after all this time, and the other party never mentioned their own name.,Over four hundred years of development, Qi and spiritual power can be said to have become widespread. Although most people don't master anything good, they are at least qualified to come into contact with these things. That is to say, this world's Han末 has all sorts of farmers who can throw hundreds of kilograms of boulders tens of meters away...。