Xiang Yu put away the letter and recalled the poems that Yang Mo read.

The life of his previous life was before his eyes.

The spirit of youth was high, the golden swords and iron horses of youth, and the end of Wujiang.

Everything seemed like yesterday, and turned into a little bitterness in his heart, mixed with all kinds of flavors.

"General Xiang, since I dare to kill Zhang Jiao, I naturally have a countermeasure. If the general wants to kill me, is it not too late to make a decision after listening to my later words?"

Yang Mo raised his wine glass and watched under the light.

The Yellow Turban Army seems to have reached the end of its reach. Even the cups Zhang Jiao used to drink are so ordinary and even somewhat inferior.

"What's the point of Mr. Yang? But it's okay to say it."

Fan Zeng immediately contacted and signaled Xiang Yu to sit down.

He had already seen that if it were about force, ten Yang Mos would not be Xiang Yu's opponents.

But if we talk about means, Xiang Yu would definitely suffer a great loss in the hands of the young man in front of him.

No matter what, Zhang Jiao is dead, and killing Yang Mo is not of great benefit to them.

If that's the case, what's wrong with listening to what he is going to say?

Xiang Yu also sat down, but his eyes subconsciously swept Ying Zheng.

If Yu Ji was the tenderest place in his heart, then Emperor Qin Shi Huang Ying Zheng was the embodiment of his dream.

In his previous life, Xiang Yu fought hard all his life, and his ultimate goal was to be a person like Ying Zheng, unify the world and establish a foundation forever.

Yang Mo did not know Xiang Yu's thoughts, nor did he have the heart to guess, because what happened next would probably determine his life.

Although Xiang Yu followed Fan Zeng's words and sat down, the murderous aura never dissipated.

"Maybe you don't know the origin of Zhang Jiao. It can be said that in the history of our world, only the dynasty I live in believes that Zhang Jiao was a peasant uprising and had a certain degree of justice. Of course, what I may not be very accurate, but sir only needs to know that among all the time travelers who know who Zhang Jiao is, they all think that he is a traitor."

Yang Mo slowed down his tone: "Everyone knows that Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, is brave and unbearable. Now with Mr. Fan Zeng's assistance, I believe that General Xiang Yu will definitely respect Mr. Fan's advice very much in this life."

Xiang Yu snorted coldly: "That's natural."

"So the question is, who can beat Xiang Yu and Fan Zeng who trust each other?"

Yang Mo's rebellious question made Fan Zeng frown a little.

There are some things he cannot tell Yang Mo, for example, he does not trust Xiang Yu now as much as Zhang Jiao said in the history of his previous life.

After all, for Fan Zeng at this age, he and Xiang Yu had no emotional foundation, and he had only known each other for less than a few months.

Of course, in the past few months, Xiang Yu has respected him very much, and Fan Zeng has seen it all in his heart.

He also made a decision to assist Xiang Yu in creating a career in this era in the future.

He didn't take Yang Mo's compliment to the two of them seriously.

There are so many heroes in the world, and there are so many wise men who are stronger than themselves, and a powerful general who is stronger than Xiang Yu...

It seems that according to Zhang Jiao and others, it seems that there is really nothing.

But this is not the point. The point is what Yang Mo said about the attributes of the Yellow Turban Army.

"The young master continued."

Fan Zeng was a little aware that he seemed to have forgotten something before. After Yang Mo reminded him, a trace of worry surged in his heart.

"And in this dynasty, the Yellow Turban Army has been located in Chang'an for rioters. As the saying goes, everyone can kill them."

Yang Mo smiled and said, "Everyone knows that General Xiang Yu and Mr. Fan Zeng are invincible in the world, and the two have now joined the Yellow Turban Army. Now the morality is in Chang'an and in the court. Even if the two are unmatched, what if all the people in the world are enemies with them?"

yes!

Fan Zeng suddenly woke up and understood what he had been worried about before, but he had no idea.

It's a matter of status!

Over the days, he has been racking his brains for the survival of the Yellow Turban Army, so he has no time to think about these things.

"General Xiang, other time travelers came to this world, either became the prefect or the ministers in the court. They were all like a traitor. Even Cao Cao, who also rebelled by killing officials, had surrendered to the court. You are still the traitors..."

Yang Mo did not continue to say it, but instead poured himself a glass of wine with a smile.

Although I haven't finished speaking, everything is silent.

Not to mention Fan Zeng, even Xiang Yu realized the seriousness of the problem.

"And, I have two questions, I don't understand."

Yang Mo put down the wine pot, picked up the wine glass and fell sideways to Zhang Jiao's body.

"Young Master Yang has any questions, but it doesn't matter."

Fan Zeng took a deep breath and his brain rotated rapidly.

He could think of these things Yang Mo said, but he was too busy to think about them before.

At this time, he mentioned that Fan Zeng immediately thought of several solutions.

But I always feel that there are risks in each type, but I want to listen to Yang Mo’s suggestions.

After all, Yang Mo, who is backed by the Li family, can get more news about time travelers in the world, and information about Chang'an.

"The first is that the Li family is considered one of the strongest forces, and the Yellow Turban Army is so old, weak, sick and disabled, and lost Jeju. Even if there are General Xiang Yu and Mr. Xiang, they are not the enemy of Taiyuan, so why do they want to attack Taiyuan?"

Yang Mo was puzzled and threw wine on Zhang Jiao again, put down the glass, and looked at Zhang Jiao with his eyes closed: "From the contact with Master Zhang just now, he is not a person who values ​​brotherly feelings so much. It really makes sense to say that he is avenging Zhang Liang."

Seeing that Yang Mo was really puzzled, Fan Zeng could only smile bitterly: "This matter is ridiculous, because Zhang Jiao's divination is realistic, and it is a good idea to come to Jeju."

"Divine?"

This time, Yang Mo was stunned. What is this bullshit reason?

The lives of millions of soldiers and their own futures can be determined by divination?

But when Yang Mo thought about Zhang Jiao's identity, he felt that this was reasonable, and then he had a strange and absurd idea: Didn't Zhang Jiao cheat and lie around him?

Did he really believe in these feudal superstitions?

Yang Mo is an atheist. Even if he is a soul-wallower, he thinks that his situation is something that science cannot explain.

It's not a god.

Time travelers like Xiang Yu could not make him believe in the theory of ghosts and gods: This is just like time traveling through time and space.

He also knew that if he said such words to others, he would inevitably be ridiculed.

But he really thinks so.

"Yes, Zhang Jiao has a magic weapon, which is specially used to divine good and bad luck, but none of the hexagrams in the past prove that this magic weapon is indeed magical."

After Fan Zeng finished speaking, Xiang Yu subconsciously looked at the letter Yu Ji gave him on the table and fell into deep thought.

"A magical magic weapon..."

Yang Mo looked at Zhang Jiao's body, and Ying Zheng quickly stepped forward and started to touch it.
Chapter completed!