Mythical Version of the Three Kingdoms

"It's time for the Marquis of Huaiyin to sacrifice!" Zi Xu roared loudly, "Fortunately, I was prepared, as long as I press this button, the Marquis of Huaiyin will explode!"

In other words, Bai Qi has reached out and pressed the self-explosion button. Although the comeback Bai Qi also has a heart of admiration for the first emperor, but the admiration is the admiration. Even Bai Qi does not want to face a living Qin Shihuang. The pressure is too great up.

The image went out, everyone silently wiped off a cold sweat, breathed a sigh of relief, and then realized that everyone else was doing the same, so they couldn't help laughing, the scene was much more joyful.

"It's okay, it's okay, if one Marquis of Huaiyin is sacrificed, there will be tens of thousands of Marquises of Huaiyin, it's not a big problem, it's not a big problem." Third Generation Yinghuo said very confidently.

"What the hell kind of world is this? By the way, did you really build the time gate with Roman technology? What kind of ghost operation is this?" Chen Xi pointed to a light gate on the screen and said, facing a huge number of barbarians .

"This seems to be the history of the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties." A group of people looked at Cao Cao and the Sima family. This is all your fault, and it has nothing to do with us.

On the screen, Sima Yi, who will be about forty years old in the future, stands expressionlessly on the gate of time and space, looking at Liu Yuan who is heading south below.

Similarly, he rode his horse southward, preparing to set foot on the Central Plains. Liu Yuan, who founded Zhao Han, was also riding a tiger. He saw a strong army in the sky, and the brilliant Han flag made Liu Yuan's scalp tingle even more. During the Three Kingdoms period, I even studied poetry and prose for a period of time at the Wang family in Taiyuan, and I still have a little relationship with Wang Chang.

But precisely because of these origins, Liu Yuan knew very well how powerful the Han Dynasty was before it collapsed, and also understood how strong the Han Dynasty was at its peak. Even if it collapsed for nearly a hundred years, it was not something he could shake. What's more, the leader is Sima Yi.

"Yuan Hai, tell me whether you are a Han or a Hun!" Sima Yi stood coldly above the void, and the six thousand elites behind him, who were enough to kill this era, looked at Liu Yuan indifferently.

This question cannot be answered. Liu Yuan's Liu is not as simple as his mother's surname. Although it is unbelievable, the Southern Huns have long been played to death by the Han Dynasty.

Why do you say that, because by the Three Kingdoms period, the upper class of the Southern Huns could no longer be said to be the descendants of Maodun, but the descendants of Liu Xiu.

Liu Jinbo, the seventh grandson of Emperor Guangwu of the Han Dynasty, was captured by the Huns, and later gave birth to his son Shili, who was named King Guli and established the Tuge Department (Dugu Department).

Zili has two grandsons. The eldest grandson Qiang Qu was designated as the new Chanyu by the Eastern Han Dynasty during the Xiongnu civil strife, and Qiang Qu's great-grandson is Liu Yuan. The second grandson is Qubei, who was appointed by Cao Cao to rule the Huns. He is the common ancestor of Helian Bobo and the Dugu clan of Xianbei.

"It seems that I can't answer. Sure enough, I have stayed for a long time, and I have forgotten what kind of existence the Han Dynasty is." Sima Yi waved his hand slowly, and the mountain-like attack fell, and the entire army was wiped out, leaving only Liu Yuan and his family. A very small number of Liu's blood relatives.

"Seeing that you still have the blood of the Liu family, I won't make a move, but from now on you are a Hun. If you meet again, you will be killed without mercy!" Sima Yi said coldly, and then led the Han army straight to Luoyang. Taught my great-grandchildren to be human.

"Zhongda looks very old." Chen Xi sighed and said, "Is what he said true?"

Liu Ai nodded at the side. What he said in terms of patriarchal clan and blood lineage is indeed true, but it is never blood relationship that maintains the relationship between the two parties. The sense of national identity is sometimes the centripetal force of people's hearts and cultures.

"Liu Qubei and Liu Bao are indeed descendants of Emperor Guangwu in terms of blood, but they were expelled when Liu Jinbo was, and they have not been taken back. However, there is still a little bit of incense, so they will be arranged when they canonize the Southern Huns Shanyu. Qiangqu Shanyu, who is not strong, is Shanyu, but Chen Hou can also see that they have already been humiliated." Liu Ai said with a sigh.

If the lineage of prime ministers in the Tang Dynasty is combined with the history of the Northern Dynasties, you can actually see a lot of things. Xianbei Dugu and Tiefu tribes, as well as Liu Bao and Helian Bobo who changed their surnames to Liu in the later period, in terms of bloodlines, are also It is indeed of Liu surname blood.

It's a pity that this is where the concept of nationality is helpless. The problem of Huhua and Sinicization, who made Han Zuo decline during the Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties.

"Can you catch up and see how that guy Zhongda handles it?" Chen Xi greeted the birthday star beside him, why the Hanxin fragments can't be moved, do you believe it? It's strange that this group of people have no hands and feet. Han Xin's scum can definitely move.

"..." Looking at the Luoyang Imperial Palace being flattened, Chen Xi felt a little overwhelmed. Sima Yi is really ruthless, and he is also ruthless towards his children and grandchildren.

As for Sima's descendants are all kneeling on the ground now, most of them don't know Sima Yi, but they can't help but someone knows, don't look at it's been decades, but there are still a group of people alive, especially Sima Gou Ming is the best in the world.

Sima Yi's younger brother, Sima Fugou, was over ninety years old, and he just threw himself into the street some time ago. Several of his sons are still alive and have seen Sima Yi.

That's why this group of people are now crying for their fathers and mothers, hugging Sima Yi's legs, begging to be promoted. After all, Sima Yi brought the heavenly soldiers and generals to kill him. Although the power in the world is very beautiful, they also want to be gods, especially Tan Xuan On the scriptures can be said to leave a name in history through the ages.

So after seeing Sima Yi, who had been dead for decades, become a fairy, this group of people hugged Sima Yi's leg, begging Sima Yi to take them with them, and make Sima Yi angry!

"This son of the Sima family is really too muddy to support the wall." Cao Cao sneered. After hearing that his family's big Wei was killed by this group of garbage, Cao Cao felt even more upset.

"But even if the mud can't support the wall, it's better than being crushed to death by the mud." Sima Jun is not a parallel importer, just spraying each other, who is afraid of anyone, we are mud, but your house was crushed by mud You are even more ashamed if you are dead.

"Besides, this is all the fault of the Ninth Rank Zhongzheng." Sima Jun said unhappily.

Chen Ji glanced at Sima Jun, and you can say one more thing, even if you touch porcelain today, I won't let you go, my family hasn't implemented Plan 2 yet!

In Shanglin Garden, a group of people began to scold each other. During the period of the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, there were too many dark histories, and they could be divided into one bunch, so the scolding was endless, and no one could escape, not even Chen Xi. You were hit by a sentence, you went out to see if the road was okay, but you were hit by a car and died!

In the end, Sun Quan was beaten again, Cao Pi began to recite poems to the Wei Jin screen, Guan Yu shot Lu Meng with a blank face, Liu Bei patted Lu Xun on the shoulder and sighed, Fazheng ate melons silently, It's none of my business, I don't want to die, but isn't this after realizing my dream, taking some drugs, and then I'm gone?

"Should I sing a few words, the heavens, why are you inferior to me? Anyway, I think I tried my best, and I can't win, I can't win." Zhuge Liang is still very satisfied with his performance, "I was cheated to death by a group of teammates. , don't blame me at all."

"Okay, Kong Ming is the only one among this group of people." Chen Xi patted Zhuge Liang on the shoulder, "You did a good job. Sure enough, Zhong Da and the group of people are not enough for you to fight with one hand. Zhuge Kong is invincible tomorrow. Flying Immortals!"

Zhuge Liang rolled his eyes, and then sighed. Across the time on the screen, he could feel how exhausted he was at that time. He had done the work of dozens of people by himself, and he had no teammates. Press it into the soil with one hand.

"Can this guy really be that ridiculously strong?" Sima Yi looked at Zhuge Liang very dissatisfied, "This is too strong. Although we are all weakened versions in other histories, Kong Ming is obviously a strengthened version."

"Sorry, Kong Ming is just that strong, and the enhanced version you've seen is just the enhanced version of the other party who has been held back. In fact, it can be even stronger." Chen Xi said with a smile, "This is Zhuge Kongming."

"But it is indeed a bit too strong, why do we feel that we have been weakened in history, especially me, I have been reduced to a dog." Liu Zhang said with a face of dissatisfaction, "Zhang Lu is a fart, I kicked him to death in one breath."

"Okay, okay, don't discuss it anymore, the Marquis of Huaiyin is online, the real Marquis of Huaiyin." Ri Yu said loudly, and then Han Xin went online with an aggrieved face.

"You b****************************************************************" Huaiyin Hou cursed, and then was blocked for a long time.

"Okay, put out the fire, put out the fire, where is your main body now?" Chen Xi comforted, and then asked curiously.

"Sui Dynasty, Daxing City, I just had a fight with a member of my family, and I killed him." Han Xin said a little proudly.

Han Qinhu, who was waking up at the side, stared at the empty chessboard in front of him with a livid face. In the previous dream, he, a famous general of the Sui Dynasty, unexpectedly lost, and the opponent was his ancestor.

"If you think you can win, you can come to me again. In the next hundred years, I will be in Daxing City, Luoyang, and Chang'an." Han Xin said with a bit of arrogance, and Han Xin also accepted the battle with Han Qinhu. With these five hundred years of war experience, the level has risen slightly.

Han Qinhu squinted his eyes and looked in front of him. He couldn't see anyone, but he just regarded it as meeting a fairy.

"One more game." Han Qinhu said with a blank face, and then he lost a lot.

After that, Han Qinhu came here every year for more than ten years, but he failed to win once, which was quite aggrieved.

"Immortal, I've been feeling exhausted in recent years. Can someone else take my place?" After Han Qinhu lost again, he looked at the empty seat opposite and said in a rather silent voice. He already felt that his life was almost over .

"In this era, there is no opponent for me. In fact, if it weren't for your intergenerational relationship with me, I wouldn't even want to talk to you." Han Xin looked arrogant. In this place, apart from running around, he is Uncle, it is much better than Weiyang Palace.

"I have a nephew who is very talented, comparable to Sun Wu!" Han Qinhu said with some confidence. Although his nephew Li Jing was only nineteen years old at this time, Han Qinhu already felt that he could not suppress him.

"Hahaha!" Han Xintian laughed wildly, compared to Sun Wu?

"Why are the immortals laughing?" Han Qinhu asked puzzled.

"You don't even know how strong Sun Tzu and Wu Zi are." Han Xin shook his head and said, "I can still distract myself and think about other things when I play against you. On the battlefield, between you and me, you have almost no chance of winning. , and although I have never competed with Sun Wu, I have played a game with Lord Wu An after death, even if I try my best, the outcome is unpredictable."

Han Qinhu was taken aback for a moment, but then he said solemnly, "I think my nephew is not weaker than Sun Wu at the same age, and the immortal is willing to give it a try."

Han Xin waved his hand, all right, you can call your nephew, and then Han Qinhu brought his nineteen-year-old nephew Li Jing over.