In the bamboo forest, Taoist Ziyang brought some decoction.
After taking it, Taoist Nanhua exhaled a breath of turbid air, but suddenly his eyebrows moved.
Zhang Ping'an's calamity...has it begun?
Taoist Nanhua looked worried.
Compared with Zhang Jiao, Zhang Ping'an's fate was relatively easy to solve.
Speaking of which, it is all a matter of fate.
If Zhang Jiao had not asked Zhang Pingan for help, there would have been no need to borrow food.
Without borrowing food, Zhang Ping'an's disaster could have been completely avoided with a high probability.
However, everything still went in the worst direction.
Looking at it now, it is really regrettable.
"Peace, you must be obedient..."
Nanhua Taoist came to the bamboo forest, looked around, and finally selected a bamboo and made himself a bamboo staff.
"Are we about to set off now?" Taoist Ziyang seemed to disagree.
Nanhua Taoist smiled:
"It's not like going directly to Taiping Road."
"Rather...I'll take you to see where the war is now."
…
On the other side, after Zhang Pingan and his mother packed their luggage, they quietly slipped out through a dog hole in the city wall while no one was paying attention at night.
After all, Zhang Pingan still couldn't choose to leave his mother.
He knew very well that if he left and went to Zhang Jiao's place, he would most likely not be able to come back.
Otherwise, Mr. Nanhua Taoist would not tell him specifically with a green bamboo stick.
Just when the mother and son had not gone far, the old mother suddenly slipped.
Zhang Ping'an grabbed the opponent's hand, but accidentally rolled it down.
"Mother!"
"Are you okay!"
The old mother waved her hand:
"fine."
"It doesn't hurt."
"Huh? This... this is..."
The old mother seemed to have seen something, and her face turned pale.
Zhang Pingan also reacted.
It seems that I am...pressing someone down?
Taking advantage of Huo Zhezi, I looked down and saw Mr. Chen’s face with a look of determination on his face!
The old mother was so frightened that she screamed and was covered by Zhang Pingan.
"mother!"
"You can't scream!"
"Maybe those people are still around!"
Zhang Pingan looked at the row of corpses thrown into the pit in horror.
Each and every one of them was covered with wounds from swords, and their deaths were extremely miserable!
Even...those female relatives still have traces of being insulted!
The money they had on them has disappeared!
Zhang Pingan sighed sadly.
If you listen to him and give up your money, you might not be able to survive!
"Mom, we have to leave quickly!"
"Since Mr. Chen and the others have been killed, I'm afraid our home has also been searched!"
The old mother nodded repeatedly.
Mother and son couldn't care about anything else at the moment.
Zhang Pingan carried his mother on his back and quickly disappeared around the county town.
And everything was just as they expected.
Not long after their mother and son left, people from the local county government led people to Zhang Ping'an's home.
"Damn it, you can run so fast!"
"Come here, take some of the people with you and let me go out of the city to chase him!"
"These are all thieves related to Taiping Dao, and they are all credit!"
"Also, quickly look for any talisman left behind."
"If you have any, give them to me!"
…
War raged, and rebel armies from various places took advantage of the chaos.
The power of the Yellow Turban Army can be said to be overwhelming.
But Tao'er, who was accompanying Zhang Jiao, was not happy.
After following Zhang Jiao for so many years, he also had some vague ability to observe physiognomy.
He could clearly see that the fate belonging to Zhang Jiao was like a raging fire cooking oil, almost boiling to the point of boiling!
But after studying numerology, Taoer understood that this was not a good thing.
It is best for a destiny to be as continuous as a trickling stream.
It is not like now, which seems to be prosperous, but in fact it is only prosperous for a moment.
Gradually, Tao'er discovered that among the Yellow Turban Army, it seemed that...not everyone was the same as his division commander.
In other words... my teacher is an alien!
He is dedicated to the people and suffering, but when it is his turn, he is willing to give up everything.
But those people are different.
They...seem to have selfish desires!
At this point, Tao'er felt that teacher Zhang Jiao was too kind.
Because according to the teachings of Taiping Dao, if you make a mistake, as long as you admit your mistake in front of everyone and swear not to make it again, the matter will be erased.
But doing so has also fostered the arrogant temperament of some people.
Tao'er's worries soon became reality.
On this day, in the room, Zhang Jiao's two younger brothers, Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao, said very distressedly:
"Brother, most of the commanders across the country are now independent in their own affairs and do not listen to our advice at all."
"Yes, if this continues, it will be broken sooner or later!"
"Once defeated one by one, no matter how many Taipingdao troops there are, they will eventually be wiped out!"
Zhang Jiao remained silent, and finally just nodded, indicating that he understood.
From then on, Tao'er discovered that his master was worshiping in his room every day, as if he was performing some kind of ritual.
This ceremony was held for three days and three nights.
After that, the Taiping Dao army actually reversed its decline.
It is obvious that the troops on the Taiping Road are just farmers with sickles and insufficient food.
The Han army, on the other hand, is equipped with elite armor and weapons, eats fine grains and meat, and is extremely strong.
But just like that, these big Han soldiers were defeated!
Completely defeated!
Everyone cheered at Taiping Road's overwhelming momentum, and looked at Zhang Jiao with even more admiration.
They all believe that all the honor and strength of Taiping Road were brought to them by Zhang Jiao.
In fact, it was indeed Zhang Jiao who brought it to them!
It wasn't until Taoer accidentally saw the luck-changing method in Zhang Jiao's room that he realized that Zhang Jiao had been using his own luck to replace Taipingdao.
But a person's luck and destiny will be exhausted.
What should we do if we have exhausted all our resources and still want to maintain this momentum?
Naturally, it can only burn life!
So... Zhang Jiao's doom finally began.
He is sick.
Fu Shui couldn't cure his disease either.
The nine-section staff he carried with him also became yellow and withered as his condition worsened.
As for Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao, although they also have some skills, they are not as pure as Zhang Jiao after all.
The application of the technique is naturally not as flexible as Zhang Jiao.
Not to mention leading troops to fight.
In addition, in order to capture the thieves first and capture the king first, the imperial court sent the famous Lu Zhi. This Beizhonglang general who was regarded as a clean figure in the imperial court was capable of both literary and military skills.
As a result, the Yellow Turban Army finally began to taste defeat.
…
"This day has finally come."
Taoist Nanhua sighed heavily, and accompanied by Taoist Ziyang, came to Zhang Jiao's room.
At this moment, Zhang Jiao's illness was already very serious.
However, after smelling the familiar fragrance of green bamboo, he immediately opened his eyes and looked at the familiar face in front of him with excitement.
For a moment, tears streamed down my face.
"Teacher...Master..."
Nanhua Taoist gently wiped the tears on Zhang Jiao's face:
"Okay, how old are you?"
Zhang Jiao seemed to have thought of something:
"Master...is this...the doom you mentioned?"
Nanhua Taoist sighed:
"Idiot."
"You want to shake the big man with the way of peace. I am proud of you as my teacher."
"But... no matter what, don't burn your longevity!"
"How long is your lifespan?"
"How long can you sustain it if it turns into destiny and supports the entire Yellow Turban Army?"
"Not to mention, there are still some people fishing in troubled waters here with evil intentions, and you haven't had time to clean them up."
"Now, all the evil things these people have done have been passed on to you."
Zhang Jiao smiled bitterly and said:
"My disciple knows that the Yellow Turban Army has its fair share of good and bad."
"But under the general situation, I have no way out."
"We can only... we can only continue to make such mistakes!"
"My disciple originally thought that at least... he could hold on!"
Nanhua Taoist shook his head:
"The Han Dynasty was not without talents."
"Lu Zhi, who is capable of both literary and martial arts, is a dignified general of the North, but your two younger brothers cannot deal with him."
As he said that, Taoist Nanhua looked at Tao'er:
"This child..."
Zhang Jiao said quickly:
"Tao'er, this is your master!"
"Kowtow quickly!"
The somewhat stupid Taoer immediately followed the instructions.
My head was banging loudly.
Taoist Nanhua smiled dumbly and quickly helped Taoer up.
But I saw Tao'er's face full of tears:
"Master, please save Master!"
"If this continues, Master... Master..."
Taoist Nanhua was silent for a moment, and then said:
"Tao'er, don't worry."
"Master came here this time just to protect you."
"However, the top priority is to deal with Lu Zhi first."
"Disciple, leave this matter to me."
"But... I want to take your disciple with me, is that okay?"
Zhang Jue panted slightly and said weakly: "Then...thank you Master!"
…
At this time, outside the city, fighting was raging.
In the Han army, Lu Zhi sat in the commander's camp, strategizing, and full of confidence.
It seemed that the losses in the past few days were of no importance.
"Commander, this can't go on like this!"
"If we fail, it will be hard for us to explain to His Majesty!"
At the suggestion of a confidant, Lu Zhi smiled and waved his hand, waving the feather fan gently.
"Don't panic."
"Believe me, Taiping Road is like a raging fire cooking oil. It will not last long."
Just then:
"General Beizhonglang really has a good eye."
"My useless disciple has nothing to do with you."
"Since the younger one has been defeated by you, then the older one will come out and defeat you."
After finishing his words, Lu Zhi's face darkened.
He quickly walked out of the handsome camp.
But on the battlefield, a strange force suddenly appeared and bamboo forests appeared everywhere!
It was so majestic that it almost covered the entire city!
The soldiers and horses on both sides were even more strongly separated by this sea of bamboo, unable to move!
In front of me, Taoist Nanhua stood there holding a green bamboo staff. Taoist Ziyang and Taoer accompanied him.
The momentum revealed invisibly made Lu Zhi's heart tremble.
He understood that the truly difficult opponent... had finally arrived!
Lu Zhi stopped everyone and slowly walked forward alone.
"I'm Lu Zhi, may I ask for their names?"
Nanhua Taoist said quietly:
"A man from the mountains and a Taoist from Nanhua."
"This is my friend Ziyang Taoist."
"This is my disciple, Tao'er."
"General Beizhonglang, do you dare to... stand in the formation for a while?"