The soft breeze blew past the tender green grass tips, and the green ripples bloomed in the sea of ​​grass and went to the distance. The clouds in the west showed red colors, and a burst of eagle cries came from the red glow.

On the grass hill, a figure raised his head and looked at the sky soaring figure, then lowered his eyes, looking at a grass stroking in the wind in front of his feet, and insects climbing on the grass leaves, slowly stammering his lips and murmuring broken sentences.

"…The problem is serious… Why did you run to the grassland? Remember to drive the car…and then…I seemed to be shot…that’s dead? But why are you still alive…and become another person… and have traveled through time and space?”

"Ha... Fortunately, I didn't wear it on a woman..."

...

He looked at the glow in the west, with the red rays shining on his face, his eyes narrowed, and his brain tried hard to recall what happened that day, but only the fragments of pictures were simply pieced together.

I remember that it was also afternoon, driving onto the elevated road, and then I didn't know what happened in front of me, and it was blocked in the middle of the elevated bridge. The real-life policeman blocked both ends. Someone was holding a loudspeaker and shouting, and the chaotic and panicked person ran out of the car, and then... he patted his head, vaguely remembering that it seemed that the police had a gunfight with the criminals. He seemed to have not walked very far before he was hit by a stray bullet...

The sound of guns... the sound of ambulance... the messy footsteps... the lights of the operating table... When he finally opened his eyes, he had already arrived here.

"What's more damn ancient times..." He sat on the stone and looked at the sunset and sighed.

He has been to the Mongolian grassland several times. Because he likes wolves too much, he wants to see what the wolves live there. The environment at this time obviously shows no signs of sandification compared to the modern grasslands. In addition, his outfit is so out, even the people in Inner Mongolia will not wear this way.

Facing the vast sea of ​​grass, my rough and tattered fur coat was still exposed, with both feet covered with mud and grass clippings, as if I told him that this was an ancient fact.

After waking up with this body, he remembered some of it, and some of it was still unclear. His name was Gongsun Zhi, which was... the eldest son of Gongsun Zan, the Central Lang general of Peking... He was born with a maid and kept it hidden for more than ten years. In the end, his wife Liu discovered that he had killed Gongsun Zhi's mother, that maid. For Gongsun Zhi, Liu probably had the idea of ​​humiliating Gongsun Zhi, and took it to the grassland to sell it to the Huns as horse slaves.

Gongsun Zan turned a blind eye to this matter. Most of the time he can do this is Liu Ji, the father of Liu Ji, who is supported by him, and he has another son.

How much hardship he suffered... He remembered it very clearly based on his memory. A few years later, he grew up and took the opportunity to kill a Xiongnu who was guarding him and rob a horse and escaped. However, he did not expect to encounter a horse thief again. Originally, the other party wanted to kill him, but seeing that Gongsun Zhi was good at riding skills, he let him join.

"It seems that my identity is...I am a horse thief, or I am a horse thief in the troubled Three Kingdoms...I am a horse thief." The wind blew on my face, and my messy and loose hair was raised up. Gongsun Zhi rubbed his face and couldn't help but sigh again.

The wind on the grassland almost never stops, the dirty fluff stroking on the leather collar, and the wind will become cold at night. What he is thinking about is how to live in the Three Kingdoms in the chaotic times and make some plans.

While thinking about it, a slight sound of footsteps pressing against the grass came from behind him. Gongsun Zhi turned his head and two figures walked over.

A big man with a bare head, with a crooked nose, eyes slanted and fleshy face, and the other was thin but wearing a faded long robe with a faded patch, with a headscarf wrapped around his head, looking like a poor scholar. These two men were his accomplices, and they were about to have a letter of fame. The three of them were holding each other in a group, and they thought they could get a lot of money. However, the three of them waited here for two days and had not seen a small caravan passing by here. Before he crossed over, the only time before he intercepted a caravan with only a few people, Gongsun Zhi's mount accidentally stepped on a rabbit hole, the horse's hooves sank, threw him off the horse's back, and fell into a coma for a day before he woke up.

If he had not traveled through time, then Gongsun Zan's son would have been eliminated? Sometimes he suddenly had this idea. Now that Gongsun Zhi is not dead, will there be this name in history?

When he was in a daze, the figure who came over stopped in front of him. The bald man sat down and inserted his knife into his feet: "I'm afraid there are no fat sheep who beat me here today. Let's go back. Those people laughed at me and could spend the night freezing and hungry."

"You will be able to be the best of others when you are cold and you are not lazy. You and I are in danger..."

Gongsun Zhi glared at the sour scholar who spoke, "Speak human words!"

"I have a moment of rolling my eyes. I don't have to be hungry at night. The three of us work together and can always be able to settle down..." The scholar shrank his neck and whispered to the point of being straightforward.

"I don't know why those horse thieves didn't kill you, a weak scholar..." Gongsun Zhi stood up and moved his strong arms, "Let's go, call the brother who is monitoring us, and let's go back."

Among the three, Gongsun Zhi was the leader, mainly because he had the best equestrian skills, tall figure, and the bald man Kong Wu was powerful and knew some martial arts, but he could only fight in the field. He heard that this man was originally a small leader of the Yellow Turban, but was later killed by the officers and soldiers and wandered to the grassland to make a living. He had never mentioned his name for two days. As for the sour scholar who claimed to be a descendant of Dongfang Shuo, he was called Dongfang Sheng... He was also in a mess and could not survive and was driven here.

Walking back, there was a man leading a horse and strolling there.

The horse thief who was monitoring them was Wang Kui, a thin, tall man with a hideous scar on his face. At this time, he saw Gongsun Zhi and the other two leading the horse to come over with dejectedly, and opened his mouthful of yellow teeth and laughed: "...I haven't had anything for two days, and I've eaten the wine and meat in the camp for nothing. This time I'll be sad again."

"Yes, yes, yes... I'll just let the three of you beg you." Dongfang Sheng smiled and bowed to him.

The bald man snorted in his nose, took the horse that he had given him temporarily, turned over and said, but suddenly turned his face and shrewd Wang Kui, who was sneering on his face.

Seeing this, Gongsun Zhi frowned and listened with his ears. In the faint sound of wind in his ears, there was a jingling of copper bells coming. He saw the man turning over and getting off his horse, drawing his sword and crawling down on the edge of the grass hill.

"You go over quickly, there must be a fat sheep coming to the door." Wang Kui yelled in a low voice.

Gongsun Zhi took a breath to calm himself down. The life of a horse thief was about to begin. After thinking about it, he took the bow and arrow from the horse's back and walked to the side of the man. In his sight, a ray of red sun was red, and several figures riding horses were galloping into his sight. The copper bells on the horse's neck were jingling, and they were about to reach the bottom of the grass hill where they were.

"Brother, give me the bow." The big man glanced at the people below, took the bow and arrow from Gongsun Zhi, smeared his thumb, and pulled the bowstring.

While aiming, he spoke: "Shoot him alone first, and the rest will be solved." Then, his fingers holding the arrow feathers loosened for a moment.

The bowstring buzzed out a tremolo.

Whoosh-

The arrow turned into a black line and shot down in an instant. Dongfang Sheng tightened a pinch of green grass nervously. Gongsun Zhi held his breath and held the handle of the knife while holding the flying feather arrow shot into the horse's buttocks.

...The shot missed.
Chapter completed!