In the sixth year of Zhongping, Changshan Kingdom in Jizhou. The autumn tiger is poisonous, and the farmers in the fields are too busy to touch the ground. An old man and a young man sat facing each other on the hillside at the head of the village. The young man looked at the children running wildly on bamboo horses below and sighed: In the past few years, the Yellow Turbans caused trouble, but now Dong Zhuo has made Luoyang a mess, and I am afraid that these children will have to go to the battlefield with swords and guns before they grow up. Master Tong Yuan's brows moved slightly: Jinglue, are you planning to go down the mountain? Gongsun Mu nodded.
