A calm word.

These majestic words were the first and only time Yuan saw the Taoist's raised eyebrows. It was the first time he understood what the number one true cultivator in China was.

The talisman turned into a stream of light and wrapped around the dagger.

Zhang Jiao slashed it down with all his strength, the sword energy surged vertically and horizontally, and the extremely powerful Qi Luck True Dragon fell into pieces in an instant.

then,

Yuan saw the shattered luck transforming into small dragons, beasts, and tigers. In this dim and gloomy illusion, the scene was so majestic and vast that people couldn't help but feel dizzy, as if the color of the sky and the earth had changed.

The collapse of the Great Zhou Dynasty gave birth to the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

And this will inevitably give birth to a brilliant era comparable to the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

But the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period were a long five hundred years.

And this time, these brilliant characters will appear at the same time in just a few decades, and heroes will stand side by side. Those are extremely bright years even in the vast five thousand years of China. At the same time, in the Luoyang Palace, the young

The twenty-seven-year-old Ling Emperor suddenly fainted for a stick of incense without any warning.

And died just five years later.

The Han Emperor no longer regained his previous authority.

Yuan didn't know this. He just stared blankly at the brilliant light flowing back and forth. Some were stunned. Suddenly, the Taoist standing in front of the light shook and fell backward. After he fell

When it fell, the dispersed luck was like bright starlight, suddenly scattering in all directions of China.

Yuan supported Zhang Jiao and saw the stream of light shooting out to all parts of China.

When one of the dragons flew over A Yuan, its back scale was lightly brushed by the young man's palm.

But this time, Zhang Jiao fell completely ill.

He could hardly go to the ground and ate very little. A Yuan took care of him beside Zhang Jiao, watching helplessly as the young Taoist lost weight little by little. One day, Zhang Jiao suddenly felt very good and ate a bowl of porridge.

, and even ate a chicken, but Yuan had an extremely ominous premonition in his heart.

Zhang Jiao asked Yuan to fetch the "Essential Art of Taiping".

He caressed the book that he had re-invented and kept silent for a long time. Then he suddenly opened the contents, tore off the pages related to the dragon-slaying vein, and threw it directly into the stove. A Yuan was shocked and subconsciously went to grab it from the brazier, but

Stopped by Zhang Jiao.

This action made Zhang Jiao's body worse and he coughed violently.

The young man quickly slapped Zhang Jiao on the back, but at this moment, the brazier suddenly shook.

Some of the pages were picked up by the wind above the fire and flew out of the house. Yuan was startled and ran out to search after what Zhang Jiao told him. However, he saw that a sudden evil wind blew up from the ground, causing these pages of Taiping Essentials to fly far away.

With the young man's foot strength, he simply couldn't catch up.

Zhang Jue was a little tired. He looked into the distance, remained silent for a long time, and said:

"That's all, is it God's will..."

He handed the remaining Taiping Art to the young man and said softly: "Take it, here are all the Taoist arts I have learned in my life, including heaven and earth, yin and yang, five elements, ten branches, disasters, gods and immortals..."

The young man knew his physical condition and said:

"Teacher, I don't have the talent to finish my studies."

Zhang Jiao smiled and put his hand on the boy's head, rubbed it, and said softly:

"It's okay. If you can't learn well, then recruit a few more apprentices and teach these things to them. If this knowledge can assist one of them to calm down the troubled times, that would be the best. Those studies on yin and yang of celestial phenomena,

It’s somewhat useful…”

The young man was silent for a long time and nodded seriously.

Zhang Jiao said: "You kid has a weak body, so you should pay more attention in the future. Originally, it would be more appropriate for Bai Qi or A Yan to take this responsibility, but think about it again, they have the kind of character that rises to power, I'm afraid

It’s even more inappropriate.”

He lay on the bed and murmured: "This world is going to be in chaos, but I started this chaos again."

"Actually, it's a bit ridiculous to think about it. As a Taoist, I failed to leave a complete inheritance, but as a Han, I broke the dragon vein of the Han Dynasty and tried to cure diseases and save people, but instead caused more people to die. But I think, being silent and dying so peacefully

Being in a corner is even more intolerable."

"A Yuan, do you think that after breaking the dragon vein, will there be an overlord who also cares about the lives of ordinary people? If so, you can go find him. If that doesn't work, you can farm and grow vegetables. How many acres of land can you have?

You can live a very good life."

"Actually, I still hope that you can find a few disciples, open a Taoist temple to treat diseases and save people, and then raise the little Taoist priests and teach them Taoist skills, medical skills, etc., and then when the little Taoist priests grow up, they can treat diseases and save people.

If the world is peaceful, we will open a Taoist temple and recruit a few young Taoist priests..."

"Actually, Master is telling you that Master is just a liar."

"I told them that there was a prosperous age of Huang Tian, ​​but I actually don't know what it was like, and I don't know whether there will be true peace in future generations."

Zhang Jiao smiled and touched the child's head.

"Don't starve to death."

The young man raised his head with tears streaming down his face.

The young Taoist squinted his eyes and slowly began to doze off.

Finally, he murmured the last words of his life:

"Master is tired, let's take a nap..."

……………………

Zhang Jiao passed away.

Liu Niu and Zhang Liang rushed back. After a bloody battle, Liu Niu looked much more powerful. He looked at the silent young man holding the nine-section staff and stretched out his palm to rub his hair. What?

It was not mentioned that Zhang Liang commanded the Yellow Turbans of Jizhou Division.

Immediately afterwards, the army from Huangfu Song came to attack.

Even A Yuan was about to go to the battlefield. In this land of Guangzong, Liu Niu patted his head, handed him a spear, or a spear, and said: "Little guy, you are always so weak.

But it doesn’t matter, the battlefield is different from one-on-one combat, simple movements may not be useless, you follow me and learn."

He held the gun in both hands, thrust forward suddenly, and then pulled back.

A simple movement, but with a strong killing aura.

Yuan nodded and practiced these movements meticulously. He still wanted to live. He wanted to find a true successor for his teacher and teach him all the skills of the right time and place, Qimen Dunjia, and the ability to summon wind and rain. He thought about the collapse of the great man's destiny.

At that time, the long and elegant blue dragon seemed a little lost.

Liu Niu was slapped on the head.

I had no choice but to continue practicing this method conscientiously.

Huangfu Song's army arrived quickly and surrounded Guangzong City. A battle was almost about to break out. They were the elites of the Han Dynasty in the true sense. In Guangzong City, only the Yellow Turbans of the Jizhou tribe who initially followed Zhang Jiao were facing

Seeing this gap, Zhang Liang held on tightly.

The soldiers who mourn will surely win.

Even though the opponent is no longer Zhang Jiao, but just Zhang Liang.

The elite Han soldiers led by Huangfu Song were still unable to capture the city for more than a month, nor could they capture the isolated Yellow Turban Army. However, at this time, Tang Zhou, who had been rewarded for betraying Taiping Dao, rushed to Huangfu Song's military camp again.

He was dressed in silk and satin, and was accompanied by carriages and horses. He ate fine food, drank fine wine, and was surrounded by beauties. He was extremely beautiful.

He asked to see Huangfu Song, who had a plan to defeat the Yellow Turban.

Huangfu Song then met this former disciple of Taiping Dao and asked for strategies. Tang Zhou knelt down on the ground and stepped forward and said: "The lower official once heard that the bandit Zhang Jiao had died of illness in the camp. As the saying goes, a sad soldier will win.

, At this moment, a forceful attack on the Yellow Turban Thieves will definitely fail, but there is also a saying, it is said to be strong at one go, then weaken again, and finally exhausted three times."

"The general might as well close the camp tomorrow."

Huangfusong raised his eyes, "Oh?"

Tang Zhou said softly: "Zhang Jiao has been dead for more than a month. He has been fighting continuously and cannot be buried."

"Tomorrow they will definitely find a way to lay him to rest first. Even if it is just a simple funeral, people can look around. The Yellow Turban Army must be extremely sad in their hearts and tired at night. When the time comes, the general will rush to kill him before dawn.

Defeat the enemy."

Huangfu Song stared at Tang Zhou with cold eyes.

Tang Zhou flattered him and said with a smile: "It's just a trick for my big man."

Huangfusong nodded slowly: "...Thank you."

"If this plan succeeds, it will be all thanks to Sir."

After a while, Tang Zhou walked out majestically, with a calm demeanor and windy footsteps. He obviously did not notice the surrounding sergeants, but after walking a few steps, there was a sudden sound of wind in his ears, and an arrow actually pierced the bun on the top of his head.

He was so frightened that his face turned pale, and when he turned around, he saw a young man of ordinary stature, dressed in red, with the air of an angry horse in bright clothes, and he casually raised his bow.

Tang Zhou recognized this man and left in embarrassment.

Next to the young man in red, there was a handsome young man in armor who frowned and said:

"Ah, what are you doing? This is a military camp, how can you be so naughty?"

The young man in red said casually:

"It's just not pleasing to the eye."

"You deceive your master and betray your ancestors, betray your friends for glory, and if one day you fall into my hands, I will find a pretext and kill you."

"Can you think of this person in the first place?"

The handsome young man snorted coldly and said arrogantly: "How can he come into my eyes?"

The young man in red laughed and pointed at the young man again and again: "It is indeed you!"

……………………

On this day, the Han army closed their camp and could not leave, but the Yellow Turban Army finally couldn't help but mourned and buried Zhang Jiao in this Guangzong land. The Taoist once pulled them out of the black abyss, but now he is worse than them

Leave earlier.

Strong sadness lingers in everyone's hearts.

Under this sadness, the exhaustion of the lonely army facing Huangfu Song's elite support for a month broke out. Everyone fell into a deep sleep, and the same happened to A Yuan. As he fell asleep, he suddenly recalled that when he was very young, the man who laughed

A Taoist with dimples on his cheeks who handed him a chicken.

He was suddenly awakened.

When he opened his eyes, he saw blazing flames, smoke, the sound of clashing weapons, and the sound of flesh and blood being torn apart. The young man was stunned, and a soldier in Han army uniforms in front of him slashed hard at him.

When he came down, his movements suddenly stagnated, and then he fell to the side. Liu Niu ran in with a look of panic on his face.

He told A Yuan that the Han army took advantage of the opportunity before dawn to launch a surprise attack when they were sleeping the deepest.

We must break out immediately.

A Yuan held his master's nine-section staff and the Taiping Art wrapped in oilcloth in his arms, and followed Liu Niu to try to break out. Liu Niu was a yellow turban warrior who had been sharpened on the battlefield. He carried a knife on his back and a spear in his hand, even if it was to start a battle.

, this kind of long-handled weapon also has greater power.

The young man saw his uncle Zhang Liang.

He wanted to say something, but Zhang Liang slapped him hard on the shoulder and grinned.

Then he ran forward and laughed loudly:

“The general is here, who dares to take my life?!”

A Yuan was pulled by Liu Niu and ran towards the trail.

Guangzong City is not big, and the surrounding environment is a bit chaotic, which gives them a chance to break out. There is a river next to it, and the fierce sound of water can be heard. Liu Niu's big hand pressed the young man's hair and asked him to lower his head. There was a torch.

The light, in fact, the firelight in the camp was bright enough, and the Han army came in pursuit.

The Yellow Turban Army here is only part of Jizhou.

Some of them are family members.

Compared with the Han army, it has no advantage at all.

A Yuan widened his eyes and saw that the Han army was gradually approaching. He saw corpses floating in the river with arrows on them. Even if he entered the river to escape, he would be shot by the Han army who came after hearing the sound of water.

It is said that the Han army numbered at least hundreds, but there may have been two or three hundred. Liu Niu lowered his voice and said:

"Lower your voice, cover your mouth, and let's escape quietly."

A Yuan nodded, covering his mouth obediently, and carrying the nine-section staff on his back.

The uncle raised him since he was a child, and he has always believed in Liu Niu.

And just as he was retreating as Liu Niu said, he felt a sudden pain in his abdomen. His eyes widened, and he saw the long-handled weapon in Liu Niu's hand that should be alert to the front. He pulled back, and the handle of the gun hit him. He saw Liu Niu's hand.

Getting further and further away from me, I saw myself being thrown towards the river.

Liu Niu turned around, stretched out his big hand, and pressed A Yuan's hair like he did before.

Then, the yellow scarf on the young man's head was dragged away directly.

thump

A Yuan fell heavily into the water, and the sound he made attracted the attention of the Han army. He struggled to swim across, but was unable to resist the rapids of this section of the river. The Han army suddenly shouted:

"I discovered it, there is a Yellow Turban leader here!!"

"Someone is coming!"

The sound spread far away, followed by dense footsteps. Liu Niu tied the yellow scarf in his hand to his arm. He held the gun in both hands, looked forward angrily, and roared:

"Come on, Commander Qu of the Yellow Turban Army, Sili is here!!!"

The boy stared wide-eyed in the river.

No……

No!

Liu Niu stood on the narrow path with guns in both hands. His strength suddenly seemed like he could never use it up. The guns in his palms kept thrusting out, killing the enemy. He stared angrily in front of him. On his arms came from

The yellow turbans of Brother Paoze danced fiercely, like eternal flames.

He stood here alone, but it seemed that he was surrounded by brothers and comrades. He gritted his teeth

Come, let us fight side by side again!

Come, let us make a way for our children!

come!!!

I don't know how long has passed.

There was a clang, the weapon was leaning on the ground, and Liu Niu gasped rapidly. There were more than thirty corpses of the Han army lying around, and there was even a general. It turned out that he was not prepared for the night battle, and it would be really uncomfortable. It turned out that the best weapon was to chop down.

If you kill more than thirty people, it will break.

The surrounding Han troops hesitated to move forward.

Surrounding this man with a somewhat honest face, someone shouted: "Come on, he's dying! There is a yellow scarf thief behind him. He must be an important person under his cover. That's a huge military achievement!"

Poof, the broken gun was thrown out, piercing the young general.

Liu Niu stood up slowly. His armor was broken and arrows were inserted upside down. His eyes were scarlet. He pulled out a knife beside him. He held the knife in both hands and leaned on the ground. He gritted his teeth and roared:

"How can I let you pass!"

"With certain, stay!"

The fierce evil aura on the battlefield made the Han army dare not approach.

The sky was already bright, and with the sound of footsteps, a hundred-man crossbow team was called in. Liu Niu stood up straight, and he killed one person with his knife again. Suddenly he heard the sound of piercing the sky, and subconsciously looked up and saw countless arrows.

, flying down towards him like heavy black rain.

At this moment, his thoughts froze and became slow.

It was as if the arrows were falling slower. The bright morning light fell on the delicate arrows. Under the clusters of cold steel arrows, the arrows appeared yellow in the sunlight, densely packed.

Just like the wheat in autumn when I was a kid.

The steel tore through the flesh and blood flowed out.

Liu Niu's eyes were still wide open.

Standing there, the sunrise reflected in his eyes, the blood-stained yellow scarf dancing in the wind.

………………

Wei Yuan didn't know when he opened his eyes. He sat quietly in the quiet room. In front of him was the nine-section staff. The sandalwood beside him had been burned. He stretched out his hand and looked at the palm. He could not see clearly even though he was close at hand.

But it's extremely vague.

He opened his mouth, as if he was looking for a reason.

"Why……"

"That's just the past, that's not my experience, not Wei Yuan's experience."

"But why, oh, it's the influence of the true spirit..."

Wei Yuan wiped his tears carelessly and stood up. He thought of the familiar faces, but his heart suddenly felt an extreme pain. He could hardly stand upright in pain, staggering half-kneeling on the ground, his face turned pale, his ears

A familiar voice came from the side:

"Little guy, why are you still so sick?"

"That's not okay."

It was as if a large hand was pressing on my hair, rubbing and pressing it.

When I raised my head, there was no one there.

Tears finally burst out of his eyes uncontrollably. In this quiet room, Wei Yuan opened his mouth and knelt on the ground. A suppressed voice of extreme pain rang out. He suddenly remembered that when he got the jade dragon, he once

Flashing images.

King Mu of Zhou hoped to obtain the elixir of death from the Queen Mother of the West, but was rejected.

King Mu of Zhou asked, "Didn't you say that you are devoted to me? Why can't you give me immortality?"

Queen Mother Xi of that generation said softly:

"I am attached to you, so I don't want to."

"Because immortality is the cruelest curse in the world."

PS: Today’s second update... Thanks to Qian Xia Qing Chang for being the leader, thank you~
Chapter completed!