Zhang Ping'an got Nanhua Taoist priest to join the Yellow Turban Army after Huangfusong, Huadaolou and Hua Wuchang had a fight with Nanhua Taoist priest.
The story of Nanhua Taoist fighting one against three and not falling behind has spread almost throughout the Han Dynasty.
Moreover, the news that Nanhua Taoist was actually the master of Taiping Dao Zhang Jiao also spread.
Nanhua Taoists did this in order to use their reputation to control some Qu Shuai who had ulterior motives.
After all, the Taiping Dao and the Yellow Turban Army are upright and upright divisions. Their purpose is to make the poor people in the world no longer worse than pigs and dogs.
The most direct way is to use terrifying strength to intimidate those Qu commanders and make them begin to obey Zhang Jue.
Therefore, even Zhang Ping'an, who was deep in the mountains, knew about this matter.
On this day, Zhang Pingan felt uneasy.
He had been sleeping for several nights in a row, dreaming about Zhang Jiao's tragic death, the death of Master Nanhua Taoist, and even more... his own mother...
Looking at the green bamboo staff whose light was gradually dimming, Zhang Pingan felt more and more that his fate might not have been truly eliminated.
So, he and his mother proposed to leave here immediately.
For an elderly woman, traveling across mountains and rivers is very dangerous.
But since Zhang Ping'an had an idea, the old woman didn't say anything else.
The mother and son decided to pack up today and leave tomorrow.
…
At night, Zhang Pingan continued to sink into nightmares.
This feeling made him extremely painful.
Normally, he would not be able to wake up from nightmares.
But this time, he woke up.
Because he heard his mother's cry for help.
Zhang Ping'an sat up suddenly, but he had already discovered two familiar faces, standing in front of him under the moonlight.
His mother was firmly held by one of them.
"Hanadaolou!"
"Flowers are impermanent!"
"It's you!"
Zhang Ping'an's face changed drastically and he said angrily:
"Let go of my mother!"
The Hua family siblings looked at each other.
Huadaolou immediately said: "Zhang Pingan, if you want us to let your mother go, you can."
"Then tell us the weaknesses of Taoist Nanhua and Zhang Jiao."
"In this case, we can't turn a blind eye and let you and your wife continue to live here!"
Zhang Ping'an almost wanted to spit fire in his eyes.
"mean!"
On the side, Hua Wuchang smiled coldly.
Her blood-red eyes showed that she had become possessed by the devil and was no longer the girl who first followed Taoist Ziyang to practice.
In an instant, the sound of broken bones and the wailing sound of the old woman made Zhang Ping'an's heart feel like a knife.
"mother!"
The old woman was sweating profusely in pain and her face was pale.
Hua Wuchang sneered:
"Zhang Pingan."
"Do you think... after we find you, you have any room for bargaining?"
"Now an arm!"
"Don't challenge our patience!"
Zhang Ping'an's eyes were bloodshot, and he was holding the green bamboo stick in his hand tightly.
what to do?
Not to mention, he didn't know the weaknesses of his master and Zhang Jiao at all.
Even if he knew that the other party was very kind to him, how could he tell it?
So...are you going to lie?
But...can it be deceived?
Just as Zhang Ping'an kept thinking about countermeasures, the old woman suddenly laughed.
"mother?"
Hua Wuchang also looked at the old woman coldly: "Old woman, why are you laughing?"
"Why am I laughing?" the old woman sneered: "So... you suffered defeat on the front line, and you want to use this method to defeat the immortals?"
"Thankfully you... are also cultivators!"
"Safety!"
The old woman looked at Zhang Pingan, with a hint of determination in her eyes:
"No matter what!"
"You must never repay kindness with hatred!"
"The immortal restored your mother's eyes and used talisman water to enable your mother to live a disease-free and disaster-free life for these years!"
"This is all a favor!"
"As a human being, you must never forget your roots!"
In an instant, the old woman got the strength from nowhere. She knocked Hua Wuchang away hard and at the same time, she hit the wall directly.
"mother!"
Under the shrill wail, blood splattered!
In front of him, amid the shocking blood stains, the old woman collapsed on the ground.
When the time came, the last thing I couldn't let go of was that my son was safe.
"Son..."
"You want... to be safe..."
Hua Wuchang stared at this scene with an ugly expression.
Huadaolou didn't react at all, and turned to look at Zhang Pingan.
"What, you want revenge?"
"We have investigated you and found that you have only practiced some talismanic medical skills from Taoist Nanhua. You have no ability to fight with us!"
As he spoke, a magic sword was placed on Zhang Pingan's throat.
"explain!"
Zhang Ping'an looked at his mother's body, breathing heavily, and the green bamboo stick in his hand became more and more withered, dark yellow, and on the verge of breaking.
finally:
"Don't even think about it!"
Zhang Ping'an was filled with grief and anger, and actually bumped into the magic sword on his shoulder.
Huadaolou had quick eyes and quick hands. While removing the magic sword, he struck a palm with his backhand.
Like a kite with its string cut off, Zhang Ping'an directly smashed into the wall behind him and landed heavily in front of the rocks.
"Ahem!"
Zhang Ping'an was lying on the ground, having lost the strength to get up. He was coughing out blood with a look of reluctance in his eyes.
"Brother, what should we do now?" Hua Wuchang asked.
Huadaolou sneered: "It doesn't matter if he doesn't say it."
"Nanhua Taoist was already seriously injured because of Zhang Jiao."
"Take him away now."
"In front of the two armies, I want to see what Nanhua Taoist will decide!"
Huadaolou and Hua Wuchang finally took away Zhang Pingan, who was seriously injured, and even burned the entire house on fire.
The old lady's body was also reduced to ashes in the fire.
The green bamboo stick that was used to withstand the disaster could not protect Zhang Ping'an after all.
Or...if Zhang Ping'an had chosen to leave immediately when he realized there was something wrong with the green bamboo stick from the beginning, I'm afraid this wouldn't be the case.
But in the end, the green bamboo staff, which had exhausted its power, was also burned in the fire!
…
Inside the Yellow Turban Army.
Zhang Jiao's situation is becoming increasingly worrying.
Because the other party sent Huangfu Song.
A famous Han general who was even stronger than Lu Zhi in terms of strength and cultivation.
And it is different from Lu Zhi.
After all, Lu Zhi was more of a famous scholar.
But Huangfu Song was a military strategist with eight generals.
This murderous aura is what cultivators fear the most.
"How is the situation?" Taoist Ziyang asked.
At this time, Taoist Nanhua had already lit the seven-star lantern.
Just like back then, he used this method to extend Xiang Yu's life.
"Huangfu Song's military aura is truly amazing. There is nothing I can do about it!"
Looking at the dim seven-star lantern, Taoist Ziyang wanted to say something several times, but finally kept his mouth shut.
He knew that there was no difference between Nanhua at this time and Han Xin back then.
The seven-star lantern cannot be lit casually.
"This time, your conduct should be higher."
"It should be able to withstand the backlash of the Seven Star Lantern."
"But……"
Taoist Ziyang looked at the sleeping Zhang Jiao on the bed and shook his head.
"I don't think that the Seven-Star Lantern is omnipotent. If the time comes and Zhang Jiao is still like this, it will be impossible for the gods to save him."
"Nan Hua, that's the dragon's veins, that's the number of days!"
"Even though...I now understand your way, this is still...too difficult."
Nanhua Taoist smiled slightly:
"yes."
"It's hard."
"But...difficulty doesn't mean there are no opportunities."
Taoist Ziyang didn't say anything more.
As the first auspicious beast who fully supported Tianshu, he thought about the bet he made with the original Nanhua many years ago.
Now it seems that he has completely failed.
Since I also have doubts about the number of days in my heart.
It might as well... wish him a helping hand!
Taoist Ziyang sat next to Taoist Nanhua and used his own magic power to protect Nanhua's foundation.
The Seven Star Lantern has already passed six days!
…
On the seventh day, Taoist Nanhua was also very haggard.
Even Taoist Ziyang looked tired.
As for Zhang Jiao, it seems... there is still no sign of waking up.
at this time:
"Immortal, it's not good!"
Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao hurried in.
Taoist Ziyang frowned:
"Why are you so nervous?"
"Nanhua can't be distracted now, don't you know?"
Taoist Nanhua opened his eyes and looked at the two people.
But they saw the two of them looking at each other, with a trace of anxiety in their eyes.
"What happened?" Nanhua Taoist asked.
Finally, Zhang Liang spoke:
"Immortal!"
"Huadaolou and Hua Wuchang... captured a man named Zhang Pingan!"
"Seductive, if you don't abandon your cultivation, Zhang Ping'an will be beheaded on the tower!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Taoist Nanhua's expression changed drastically.
In an instant, one of the seven-star lamps in front of him went out!
not good!
Taoist Ziyang quickly took over from Taoist Nanhua.
"Nan Hua!"
"I'll help you hold on to the last day!"
"You go take care of Zhang Ping'an's affairs!"
Taoist Nanhua was a little hesitant:
"Your identity, I'm afraid I can't..."
Taoist Ziyang said:
"I have already done it, so I will naturally be mentally prepared for the backlash!"
"You don't have to worry about me!"
"Go quickly!"
Taoist Nanhua nodded and left quickly with Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao.
The huge room suddenly became quiet.
However:
"Your master has left." Taoist Ziyang said solemnly.
On the bed, Zhang Jiao opened his eyes and showed a wry smile:
"But... I can't hide it from my uncle."
Taoist Ziyang snorted coldly:
"If your master hadn't spent too much time on Taoism, he wouldn't have been able to see through your blindness."
After saying that, Taoist Ziyang stood up and looked at Zhang Jiao.
"Seven Star Lamp has stabilized your situation."
"The Yellow Turban Army still needs you to lead it."
suddenly:
"Master, if this continues, I will die and Master will die, right?"
Taoist Ziyang fell silent.
Zhang Jiao smiled:
"So, I don't plan to continue consuming it."
"I plan to...make a last ditch effort!"
Taoist Ziyang turned around and looked at Zhang Jiao in confusion.
"Your current state is like blowing out the lamp and pulling out the wax."
"What kind of cultivation and foundation do you have left to make a last ditch effort?"
Zhang Jiao stared at Taoist Ziyang and said solemnly:
"So...this requires the master to fulfill it!"
"Uncle is Bai Ze!"
"You must know it!"
"I want to... use the method of killing dragon luck!"
The murderous aura caused Taoist Ziyang's expression to change instantly.