Three Kingdoms: Conquer Wu from Maicheng with Cavalry and Swords, Don't Fall Behind

The soldiers roared and knocked on doors, dragging out straw mats from one house: "Anyone who dares to hide a corpse will be punished as a fugitive!"

An old woman ran out, crying, "Bury my son immediately! Bury my son immediately!"

The soldier, expressionless, snapped, "Get out of here! That's not your son, just a lump of rotting flesh. You've mistaken him for someone else. Don't cause trouble!"

The old woman said tremblingly, "My son died from cutting off his own flesh, not from typhoid fever, so it's not contagious."

The soldiers roughly rolled up the straw mat and heartlessly carried away the body. The old woman wailed and cried, clinging to the mat, unwilling to be separated from it.

The officer was vicious: "Take him away to add firewood, and burn him along with the human pig."

Qi Ye looked at the officer's health bar turning red and clicked "normal attack" without hesitation.

The Martial Saint straightened his back, his bones cracking. Without any visible movement, the sword on his back was drawn from its sheath, flashing with a cold light as it leaped between his teeth.

The man clenched his teeth, creating a white streak that swirled around the officer's neck.

The glint of the blade faded.

The bailiff stood there, his neck cracking. After a while, a head rolled to the ground, and blood gushed out.

With a flick of his wrist, the Martial Saint spun the sword in his mouth in mid-air, and it landed precisely in its sheath without veering off course.

Qi Ye pondered, "One strike kills them; it seems the constables aren't the main fighting force."

So this is how the game is played: you go in with only one life and start hacking away.

The Taoist frowned, feeling as if he were a disciple of a sect encountering a genius rogue cultivator.

Losing his hands and feet, he can still be so fierce. It's hard to imagine how strong he would be if he had all his limbs intact.

The soldier roared, "Murder! Murder!"

The Taoist priest lightly raised his sleeves, striking a pose of nonchalance.

Countless refugees gathered, crowding in front, their sheer numbers obscuring the soldiers' view. A faint glimmer of hope appeared in their numb eyes.

"You unruly scoundrels! Do you know what you're doing?" the soldier shouted, his voice sharp but his tone weak.

The refugees' faces showed confusion, hesitation, and fear, but these quickly faded, replaced by determination.

Tree bark, grass roots, branches, Guanyin clay, and the Taoist priest's warm white porridge, all mingled in their stomachs, had long since become a part of their lives.

Even in death, one dies to repay a debt of gratitude and finds liberation.

"Righteous man, why aren't you leaving?" The Taoist sighed, his expression complex.

The Martial Saint's lips trembled slightly, and he pressed on, already doing his best.

The Taoist priest helped him onto the oxcart, and with a long whip in hand, he drove it away.

The Martial Saint managed to utter two words: "Thank you."

The Taoist priest chewed on a dry biscuit, his eyes weary yet resolute: "If it weren't for you, I could have saved many more people. My dear brother, you've caused me so much suffering."

The Martial Saint swallowed hard: "There are so many starving people in the world, can you, a poor and penniless Taoist priest, possibly save them all?"

The Taoist priest broke apart the dry cakes in his hand, accidentally separating out a large piece, and reluctantly handed it to the Martial Saint: "These days, saving one person is saving one person. This humble Taoist has a clear conscience."

The Martial Saint bit down and swallowed, the pill lodged in his neck, his chapped lips twitching.

The Taoist priest rummaged around at his waist, pulled out a flask of turbid wine, and fed it to the Martial Saint: "Saving you is a huge loss for me. This wine was obtained by my second and third brothers who shamelessly came to my door to beg for it."

The Martial Saint drank heartily, his hunger slightly subsided: "One more piece, please."

The Taoist rolled his eyes: "That's all. My second and third brothers are currently collecting grain from wealthy landowners. With their abilities, they can definitely get one or two thousand bushels of fine grain. I'll treat you to a good meal then."

The Martial Saint said calmly, "You're providing disaster relief with plain porridge?"

The Taoist priest raised an eyebrow: "What's wrong with the plain porridge?"

The Martial Saint turned around: "Extravagant!"

The Taoist priest let out a long "Hmm?!" and helplessly rubbed his nose. "Yes, white rice can be replaced with coarse grains, which can save more people. I've learned something!"

The Martial Saint calmly replied, "You can't save him."

The Taoist priest, holding his staff in his arms, snorted, "I saved your life. Healing the sick and saving lives is my specialty."

The Martial Saint blurted out, "Is it the entire world that's sick?"

The Taoist opened his mouth, then swallowed his words, which seemed to make some sense, yet also seemed to make no sense at all:

"The world is filled with sorrow and bloodshed, but it's all about treating the sick and saving lives. These are the only two things I know. I didn't learn anything else from my master."

He stood up, his back view lonely and desolate.

The Martial Saint remained silent for a moment: "Can you save someone like me, Guan?"

The Taoist priest puffed out his chest and said, "My second brother is a celestial physician, capable of reviving the dead and restoring life to the bone, you know? My third brother inherited the Mohist school's secret techniques and is skilled in ingenuity. With the two of them working together, they will definitely be able to fit you with a prosthetic limb."

Qi Ye was taken aback, not expecting there to be "prosthetics," indicating that this was not an ordinary historical drama.

The Taoist priest, whose righteousness reached the heavens, said: "Righteous man, I will take you to find my second and third brothers."

The Martial Saint simply hummed in agreement.

Qi Ye considered it carefully. The boss with the difficulty of "Unrivaled Warrior" would definitely be difficult to defeat. He should first restore his peak combat power.

The Taoist priest talked on and on, going on and on. Qi Ye was too lazy to type and didn't respond.

The ancient road was swept by the west wind, and the setting sun was sinking heavily behind the mountains, creating an atmosphere of extraordinary tranquility and desolation.

A winding stone path leading up the mountain and mountain dwellings shrouded in white clouds came into view, creating a serene and picturesque scene. The oxcart came to a steady stop.

The Taoist priest remained calm and composed, gathering firewood and starting the stove with ease. Before long, wisps of smoke rose from the chimney, and the aroma of cooked food filled the air.

"Brother, we're back!" A Taoist priest dressed in a gray-blue robe came running excitedly, carrying a medicine bag on his back.

"Second brother!"

"I saw smoke rising from the chimney from a great distance. When I got closer, I saw that my elder brother had indeed returned ahead of me." The man was dressed in a short brown robe with tightly bound cuffs. His palms were calloused and folded, and a leather bag was slung across his waist.

"Third brother!"

The three brothers reminisced for a long time before the Taoist priest remembered to introduce the distinguished guest to the second and third brothers.

When they heard about Guan Yu's feat of killing the constable with a single stroke despite having no arms or legs, the two were amazed and regretted not being able to witness it in person.

"The gentry and officials in Jizhou are colluding with each other and becoming increasingly stingy. They want us to teach them, but they refuse to provide any money or grain, and they just keep ordering people around. Even a prestigious family like the Zhen family only donated five hundred shi of grain. What can five hundred shi do?" the gray-robed man complained.

Upon hearing "Jizhou" and "Zhen Family," Qi Ye became wary. Could it be such a coincidence?

"Let's not talk about these unpleasant things. The righteous man has come at just the right time. The three of us brothers have prepared some turbid wine and wild vegetables. We hope you won't find them too bad," the man in the short brown robe said excitedly.

He spread out the beef and mutton that had been packed up at the Zhen family banquet, and the succulent oil seeped onto his index finger, which he couldn't help but greedily lick.

The man in the gray robe reached out and slapped it, giving him a stern look and admonishing, "Don't embarrass your elder brother!"

The Martial Saint's eyes were solemn: "I am Guan Yu, courtesy name Yunchang, from Jieliang in Hedong. May I ask the esteemed names of the three distinguished guests?"

"I am Zhang Jiao, a Daoist priest."

"This humble Taoist priest is Zhang Bao."

"This humble Taoist priest is Zhang Liang."

A great and virtuous teacher?!

The greatest is supreme, the virtuous is the purest, the good is the best, and the teacher is the first in the world.