Three days passed, and Chen Xi finally understood the current situation. It was a broad interpretation of the Three Kingdoms period. The Yellow Turban Rebellion had just been put down, an era of heroic figures emerging. It was also an era that Chen Xi had fantasized about when he was bored in the past. After all, whether it was Zhao Zilong with his white horse and silver spear or Zhuge Kongming, whose wisdom was personified, the fans and detractors in later generations were endless. There's no way around it, there are too many Chinese people, so that's what he had to say.,Since Chen Xi's body recovered, he hadn't left the Chen residence for three whole months. During this time, he had mastered all the knowledge he had once learned, such as writing, playing musical instruments, calligraphy, painting, and most importantly, spiritual power and formations.,After reviewing all this, Chen Xi had already understood that the late Eastern Han Dynasty was completely different from what she remembered. Perhaps history would be the same, but the world was completely different now.。