I practiced magic in the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 83 Return to Luoyang as Fire Captain
In Hedong County, Wang Jing was originally inspecting the progress of the bastion construction in the Hedong camp. After learning the news from Luoyang, he immediately returned to Yuwang City secretly at night with only twelve of his relatives, and met with the prefect Wang Ling at the same time.

After receiving the order, Wang Ling immediately went out of the city to welcome him.

"Yanyun, what's the situation in Luoyang?"

"Brother, I have received news from my uncle that the situation in the capital is very turbulent. Dong Zhuo is doing evil and acting more and more recklessly. I am afraid that something unexpected will happen."

Wang Jing knew what this "unexpected disaster" was, and it was actually not difficult to guess.

Dong Zhuo was simply unable to control the entire court, and with the support of the aristocratic families, the princes from all over the country began to recruit soldiers, open their arsenals, and prepare to purge the court.

Dong Zhuo was also a veteran who had fought in the battlefield. Although he had poor political skills, he had a keen military sense. Therefore, he wanted to kill Liu Bian, the King of Chenliu, in order to intimidate anyone who wanted to oppose him.

At the same time, it also created an established fact that once Liu Xie was the only one left of Emperor Ling's two sons, the political goal of the various princes to restore Liu Bian to the throne would no longer exist legally.

It can only be said that Dong Zhuo's ideas were too naive. After he deposed and enthroned the emperor, no one in the world would take the emperor who could not rule the country and hold power seriously anymore.

Given Dong Zhuo's character, not to mention the powerful people in the prefectures and counties across the country who were dissatisfied, even in the city of Luoyang alone, there were so many civil and military officials and rural celebrities who opposed him.

This was just in the officialdom; among the people, Dong Zhuo's reputation was even more terrible.

They just let their soldiers plunder the capital and kill civilians at will. How can they win the support of the people by doing such a reckless thing?
The people of Luoyang now hate Dong Zhuo to the core.

It is obvious that Dong Zhuo is the typical person with high aspirations but poor skills. He has ambition and courage, but his actual operations are shit. It is only a matter of time before he loses the support of the people.

Wang Jing sighed and said, "It is not a pity that Dong Zhuo died, but it is a pity that the people of Luoyang suffered."

Historically, Dong Zhuo moved the capital to Chang'an and burned Luoyang. It is difficult to calculate how many people died. Anyway, Luoyang, which originally had a population of over one million and was densely populated, eventually became deserted with only ruins left.

If he had not acted like this, Luoyang would not have been conquered and looted by the Huns a few years later. In Wang Jing's opinion, for the crimes committed by Dong Zhuo, it would not be too much to light him up ten times.

Wang Ling looked at Wang Jing with complicated eyes, and seemed to be hesitant to speak several times.

Wang Jing saw it and couldn't help but be curious: "Yanyun, do you want to tell me something?"

Wang Ling had no choice but to report the truth: "Second brother, uncle hopes that you can return to Luoyang as soon as possible to participate in the plan of clearing the emperor's side."

Wang Jing didn't answer directly whether it was yes or no. Instead, he looked at Wang Ling and said solemnly, "Then Yanyun, do you think I should go back?"

Wang Yun is his uncle, and Wang Jing is his second brother. They are obviously family, but at this moment, Wang Ling is caught in a dilemma and is tormented.

Finally, he sighed and said, "Ling believes that our army should remain still rather than move at this time."

"Oh, what's the reason?"

Wang Ling's expression was serious. He cupped his hands and replied, "After months of continuous fighting, the army is already exhausted. Besides, it is the middle of winter now, and the temperature is cold. It is not the best time to send troops."

Wang Jing showed an approving expression and praised, "It seems that being the governor has helped you grow a lot."

The Eighth Battalion of the Northern Army fought more than ten fierce battles with the Baibo Army and the Southern Xiongnu. More than one-third of the soldiers were killed in the battles alone, hundreds of them died after catching colds, and more than 500 people were infected to varying degrees.

This was because the Northern Army was distributed with enough warm clothing, and Wang Jing also specially prepared ginger soup and brown sugar water for the soldiers in the army, otherwise the non-combat losses would have been even more shocking.

Winter is not a suitable time to mobilize troops because the non-combat losses are too alarming.

"Second brother, if our army wants to mobilize again, we should at least wait until the beginning of next spring, after February or March. Let the army rest and the soldiers recover."

Although Wang Ling respected his uncle Wang Yun, military affairs were a matter of national importance and did not allow for any personal feelings. He was now Wang Jing's subject, so naturally he had to plan for Wang Jing, otherwise he would be a traitor and be disloyal and unrighteous.

However, just because the army cannot move does not mean that Wang Jing cannot move.

"Yanyun, I'm afraid I have to go on this trip to Luoyang."

Wang Ling was shocked when he heard this: "Second brother, please think twice. After the successive attacks on the Baibo Army and the Southern Xiongnu, the Northern Army is exhausted. What they need most now is to recuperate and wait for the coming year."

Wang Jing sighed: "The Northern Army can wait, but the people of Luoyang cannot."

"But……"

"I have made up my mind. No need to persuade me."

If he did not go back and allowed Dong Zhuo and the eighteen princes to mess around, then the burning of Luoyang would definitely happen. This was something Wang Jing could not accept no matter what. After all, he had regarded the capital area as his own territory. How could he allow Dong Zhuo to mess around?

So Wang Jing had already made the decision to return to Luoyang secretly.

This time, he did not bring any soldiers with him, and even the twelve personal followers around him were handed over to Wang Ling: "Yanyun, in the next few days, a shadow guard from the secret guards will come to pretend to be me. When the time comes, you can arrange for him to patrol various places in Hedong and pretend that I have not left yet."

Wang Ling was worried about Wang Jing's safety: "Second brother, isn't this too dangerous? How about I arrange a few more guards to accompany you to Luoyang?"

Now that the True Yang Nine Refinements has entered the sixth level, with all his magical skills, Wang Jing appears confident and calm: "With my ability, it is safest to be alone. Arranging guards will only hinder me. As for danger, there are many masters in the world who can beat me, but if they can't beat me, can't I run away?"

Seeing Wang Jing so confident, Wang Ling could only choose to believe him.

The next morning, the sky was filled with frost and fog.

Wang Jing, dressed as a scholar, boarded a cruise ship bound for Mengjin Port.

The boatman was an elderly man. Time was like a knife, leaving traces of vicissitudes on his face.

However, the old boatman is in good health. Even at his age, he can still take his family to travel between the two sides of the Yellow River. He is knowledgeable and a very talkative old man.

Seeing that Wang Jing was unfamiliar and had an extraordinary temperament, he could not help but ask, "Sir, are you going to Luoyang to visit relatives?"

At this moment, Wang Jing really looked like a cynical young master of a wealthy family. He restrained his murderous aura and majesty, dressed in casual clothes, a turban on his head, and gently waved a feather fan in his hand. He smiled and replied casually, "I guess so. I'm just going to do something small by the way."

Seeing this, the old boatman couldn't help but sigh: "Since you are dressed elegantly, you must be from an extraordinary family. I dare to remind you that if you don't have something important, you'd better not go to the capital. Luoyang has become a place of trouble at this time. It's not a good place to go."

If it were someone else, the old boatman would not have said anything more.

However, Wang Jing was gentle and polite in his dealings with others, always smiling at everyone and never putting on airs. He couldn't help but feel close to him, so he said a few more words.

Wang Jing was also very curious about what the old boatman said: "Oh, according to what you said, Luoyang is still a den of dragons and tigers at this time?"

"you do not say!"

When the old boatman mentioned this, his expression became sad. "Luoyang used to be the best place under the feet of the emperor. Even the Yellow Turban Rebellion could not get close to the capital. But now Dong Zhuo is a man with wolfish ambitions. The soldiers under his command are a group of jackals and tigers. The things they did are simply outrageous!"

Through the old boatman, Wang Jing, who had been away from the capital for several months, was finally able to get first-hand information about Luoyang. Unlike the information sent by Shi A through the secret guards, through the old boatman in front of him, Wang Jing was able to get to know the thoughts of ordinary people in Luoyang at this time.

To put it bluntly, it is more down-to-earth.

After all, Shi'a's focus of defense is often on big figures, so there will definitely be some omissions when paying too much attention to small figures.

According to the old boatman, the conflict between Dong Zhuo and the Guandong samurai has now entered a white-hot stage.

Dong Zhuo was too lazy to even put on a show and began to let his troops plunder and allowed his soldiers to extort the wealthy families in Luoyang City.

If anyone dared to stand up and disobey his will, Dong Zhuo would raise his butcher knife and kill civil and military officials.

Even the common people suffered greatly and hated the Xiliang Army to the core.

By acting in this way, Dong Zhuo could be said to have lost the support of the people. The situation was hopeless and he was not far from death and the extinction of his clan.

And this was all Dong Zhuo's own fault.

Wang Jing had no sympathy for this butcher who came from a humble family but ended up with his hands stained with blood. A person who would do anything to achieve his ambition is not worthy of sympathy.

In the surging waves, the boat was like a small boat, drifting downstream, creating ripples on the river surface. Wang Jing was taking a nap in the cabin when the boatman suddenly shouted anxiously: "Sir, it's bad, it's the Five Ghosts of the Yellow River!"

Then a noisy sound came from the far surface of the river, and a small armed cargo ship quickly approached. A group of river bandits dressed in colorful clothes, led by five people, were not only short in stature, but also extremely ugly. Their faces were really like those of evil spirits, hideous and scary.

The leader was holding a machete, and his teeth were red with a hint of black and uneven. Just one look at him was disgusting and terrifying. Ordinary people would probably be scared to death if they saw him.

When this man saw Wang Jing from afar, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he shouted in a domineering manner: "Stop the boat, if you don't want to die, stop the boat for me!"

Whoosh~
The hook came out of nowhere and tied the two large ships to each other with ropes.

There were many passengers on the cruise ship, and even some women who were visiting relatives were trembling with fear and looked pale. It was obvious that everyone had heard of the notoriety of the Five Ghosts of the Yellow River.

"Hahaha, hand over all your valuables to me, be proactive, or I'll be ruthless with my knife!"

Five ugly short men leaped over grabbing ropes. They were extremely agile, and the long knives in their hands were shining with cold light. They exuded a dangerous aura unique to desperados.

They are the Five Ghosts of the Yellow River. As the disputes in the court spread to the local areas, the officials who were busy with political struggles naturally neglected to govern the local areas, so that public security quickly deteriorated. Many restless bandits began to become active, picking up swords and returning to their old jobs, intending to become bigger and stronger and create greater glory.

Now the people in the imperial court are in a panic and have no time to deal with these villains, so the public security in the suburbs of Luoyang has become very bad.

Even on the river near Mengjin Port, there are river bandits who dare to rob people. This was unimaginable a few months ago.

All the passengers on the cruise ship paid their money obediently, fearing that if they were slow they would be hacked to death by these vicious robbers.

Only Wang Jing stood still, with a calm look on his face.

"Brother, we caught a fat sheep!"

The four ghosts saw the exquisitely crafted woolen coat and silk lining on Wang Jing and knew at a glance that it was not something that ordinary people could afford.

The big ghost among the five ghosts of the Yellow River was overjoyed when he heard this. He quickly walked up to Wang Jing, looked him up and down, and commented: "Look at the clothes he's wearing. I'm afraid he's the son of some nobleman. Ha, after we finish this job, we'll be rich!"

Robbing tourists only makes a few bucks, so of course the family members of the kidnapped bigwigs make more money!
The two ghosts were sharp-eyed, and immediately set their eyes on the famous sword Chunjun on Wang Jing's waist. Seeing that it was as bright as autumn water and as brilliant as stars, and it showed its noble aura even before it was unsheathed, their eyes suddenly widened, revealing an extremely greedy expression: "This sword is good, I want it!"

After saying that, he reached out to take it.

Wang Jing shook his head and sighed: "Alas, isn't it good to be alive? Why do you have to seek death?"

In the blink of an eye, the sword was unsheathed, and the dazzling flames ignited the air. Although it was still winter, everyone around could feel a burning breath coming towards them.

The sword is a peerless and famous sword!
Fire is the holy flame passed down from generation to generation!
As the sword light flashed, the two ghosts were engulfed in flames before they could react. They let out sharp screams and were burned into ashes by the Danyu Holy Flame, which drifted away with the wind.

"Second!"

The big ghost was furious, he drew his sword and slashed at Wang Jing fiercely, his eyes were full of hatred, he slashed with his strongest sword in his life, just for revenge: "You dare to kill my brother, you deserve to die!"

However, facing the big ghost's knife, Wang Jing's reaction was very calm. He just said coldly: "Stupid."

Then he swung the sword horizontally, and the Niwa Holy Flame surged out and attached to the sharp blade. The scorching sword light cut through the tempered steel knife in the big ghost's hand like butter, and then split him into two pieces, as easily as a skilled woodcutter chopping wood.

The body that was broken into two pieces began to burn inexplicably, and the smell of meat began to waft through the air.

In the fire, the two ghosts who were still struggling gradually became silent and died.

"Big brother, second brother!"

The remaining three ghosts, upon seeing their brother's tragic death, burst into tears.

They are brothers from the same mother and connected by blood. Although they are cruel and like to bully the weak, the relationship between them is very good!

Now that their loved ones are dying before their eyes, how can the three ghosts not be angry?
"I'm going to kill you, you son of a bitch!"

The death of their brother aroused the murderous nature in the hearts of the three men. They swung their swords and rushed towards Wang Jing. They even knew how to attack together. They divided into three groups: left, middle and right, and attacked at the same time, determined to kill Wang Jing.

"Some people don't want to be ghosts, so I'll be yours."

Wang Jing still had no expression on his face, holding the Chunjun Sword in his hand, like a god controlling fire. In just a blink of an eye, he killed all five ghosts.

This time, the five ghosts really became ghosts.

Even their men were killed by Wang Jing who jumped over the side of the ship using a long rope.

At this time, he had already entered the fourth realm of martial arts, and his skills in refining qi and refining spirit were far beyond his peers. Therefore, killing a mere few dozen river bandits was as easy as chopping melons and vegetables to him. They were not enough for him to kill alone.

A quarter of an hour later, the sounds of killing over the river ceased.

After killing the Five Ghosts and their followers, Wang Jing disappeared and his whereabouts are unknown.

Only the burning boats and the red water on the river proved that all this had really happened.

"Where is the person? Why is he missing?"

"Could it be a god?"

"Definitely is!"

"The five Yellow River ghosts have committed so many evil things that even God cannot bear to see them anymore, so he sent the God of Fire to the earth to kill the evildoers!"

The boatmen and merchants who escaped the disaster immediately knelt on the deck to express their gratitude.

The heroic figure of Wang Jing wielding the Chunjun sword and stirring up a blazing fire further confirmed his identity as a "god".

So much so that hundreds of years later, legends about the "God of Fire" are still circulating in the upper reaches of the Yellow River. Some people even believe that he is the reincarnation of the ancient Yan Emperor, who came to earth to save the people.

As for Wang Jing, he knew nothing about it. Killing a few thieves was not enough to touch his heart.

In troubled times, human life is worthless. Wang Jing had experienced the suppression of rebellions in Yuzhou and Hedong, and had long learned to be ruthless.

At Mengjin Port, Wang Jing looked at the once prosperous county town, which has now become desolate, and felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

There were few pedestrians on the street, and they all looked hurried, looking up from time to time, as if they were afraid of something.

Wang Jing did not walk around randomly. After settling down, he secretly left the special mark of the secret guard on the outer wall of the inn.

The next night, a group of men in black arrived at Mengjin Port.

There was a separate small courtyard in the inn, where Wang Jing stayed temporarily.

"Shi, I meet the lord."

The leading man in black took off the golden mask on his face and knelt on one knee. It was none other than Shi A, the former eldest disciple of swordsman Wang Yue and current leader of the secret guards.

Wang Jing turned his back to Shi A, looked up at the bright moonlight above his head, and asked, "What is the situation in Luoyang City?"

The former Inspector of the Imperial Capital Yuan Shao fled the capital, and his successor Xuan Fan was afraid of Dong Zhuo's power. He is now capturing those of Yuan Shao's former subordinates who did not have time to escape, and investigating the assassination of Dong Zhuo in the street.

Shi A took the opportunity to rescue these people and recruited them as secret guards, thus successfully establishing a barely usable intelligence system to secretly monitor the entire capital area.

Luoyang was the capital of the Han Empire, so it was naturally of utmost importance. He picked out a few important pieces of information and reported, "Dong Zhuo stayed overnight in the palace, and his behavior became more and more arrogant. Now all the civil and military officials in the court are alienated from the Western Liang Army. Xun Shuang, He Yong, Cao Cao and others are secretly plotting to kill Dong."

Wang Yun also secretly participated in this matter and even wrote a letter asking Wang Jing to bring troops back to help. How could Wang Jing not know about this?
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