Ink covered the mountains.

The stars and crescent gradually appear in the night sky.

The endless Taihang Mountains hide countless dangerous dangers.

No one knows how many terrifying beasts of terrifying strength are waiting for the ignorant to explore in this vast mountain range.

There are not many people who are buried (shēn) in the Taihang Mountains every year.

But in this huge Taihang mountain range, hundreds of thousands of people still live.

And these hundreds of thousands of people are each in a village, a battalion of 1,000 people, and a village of 10,000 people.

They were all ordinary people who could not endure the exploitation of the imperial court, scattered in the Taihang Mountains and taken in by the cottages.

Most of these people in the south of the Taihang Mountains fled to the mountains from Jizhou.

Although Jizhou is strong and strong, it has a developed economy.

However, the rapid development of his family was based on the exploitation and plundering of the people under his rule.

Many people in Jizhou have been annexed by the family, and they are willing to become the private soldiers or tenant farmers of the family, and they can live, but they have lost their land and freedom.

More people chose to flee into the Taihang Mountains with their families and mouths to seek refuge in the Montenegrin army.

Young men joined the Montenegrin army, while women and children became logistics and engaged in production in cottages.

In this radius of 100 miles, there are many cottages, with nearly 60 large and small cottages.

Because in this land, the Black Mountain Army is enough to resist the brute beasts.

Although some of the brute beasts were very powerful, the outnumbered Black Mountain Army was still able to defeat or drive away the brute beasts that invaded the mountain range without lacking normal strength and weapons (qíng).

Within the confines of the Montenegrin Army, it has its own order and rules.

It's not about the weak (ròu) eating strongly, it's about choosing and guarding.

It is hard to imagine that such a rabble could form such simple and effective small social rules.

The strong choose to guard, and the weak choose to give.

It is also this kind of good (xìng) ecological chain that allows the Montenegrin army to survive in this mountain range in a safe and secure cooperation with each other.

Compared to other bandit bullies who rose up with the Yellow Turban Army.

The Montenegrin Army is more of a leader of the people at the bottom of society, and it is more like an ordinary family of ordinary people in form and style.

Raiding houses and robbing houses, they only choose the landlords of the family.

Because they hate the family class from the bottom of their hearts, their lives are destroyed by those who are high.

But they can't distinguish which families persecute the people and which families treat the people well, they only know how to blindly destroy all the families they can destroy.

They have also become the existence that the Jizhou family wants to get rid of the most.

It's just that the Montenegrin Army has become a big tail.

As far as Jizhou's military strength is concerned, it is not enough to break the Montenegrin Army in the Taihang Mountains.

Because the Montenegrin army occupies a favorable geographical position, and in terms of numbers, it is not less than the Jizhou army, but there is a big gap in the strength of the soldiers, and there are not many available generals.

But the Montenegrin army has not been careless.

They never come out of the nest, they don't reveal where their camps are, and they can control their movements, and they don't attack the state capital, the big county, or anything irrationally.

In this way, there is no great need for the imperial court to encircle and exterminate them.

Just take them as a threat.

For an imperial court that does not have much energy to deal with a potential threat, as long as the two sides maintain a certain balance and do not violate the bottom line, they can still live in peace.

The bonfires were blazing and burning in the camp.

Gather around the campfire.

A group of people are talking about ideals.

A slender girl curled up on her knees, clasping her legs, sat by the campfire, her eyes staring at the flames of the campfire, drifting, as if she was remembering something, thinking about something.

"Senior sister, this is the hairpin I brought to you in the county town this time, you can see if it is suitable."

A sturdy young man approached her.

Somewhat crampedly, he handed the golden hairpin in his hand to Zhang Ning.

His movements were very clumsy.

The little golden hairpin is not in his wide hand, he is not holding it, nor is he pinching it, so he can only spread it in the palm of his hand and wait for the girl to come and take it.

He (tǐng) is looking forward to.

He has never shown such favor to a girl in his life, since Zhang Ning came to the cottage, he has found that there are more wonderful things in life besides being the king of the mountain.

But because of this, he has little experience.

You can only cautiously test step by step.

I hope to find a way to make this sad girl smile.

Unfortunately, her sorrow seems to linger on her (shēn) forever.

Her brow was always furrowed.

Zhang Yan only hopes that she can smile, even if it is just a slight increase in the corners of her mouth, as long as it is relaxed and heartfelt, it is enough.

"Thank you, brother, but no."

Zhang Ning shook her head, she didn't have the slightest idea of dressing up, what she wore the most now was armor.

It's been a year, and she still can't seem to let go.

In fact, she also understood her father's original ideals and pursuits.

She also saw with her own eyes more and more people of the Han Dynasty, what kind of (rì) people live in today's world.

My father always said that God has the virtue of a good life, but why is this world now?

For politics, for war, for people's livelihood.

She doesn't know much, she just wants to carry on her father's legacy and bring a better life to the people within her ability (qíng).

Or to witness that the people have a better life.

"Senior Sister"

Zhang Yan retracted her hand.

It's not the first time he's been rejected by his sister, but every time he does, he still continues to do what he thinks will make Zhang Ning happy (qíng).

If Jin Hai doesn't like it, Zhang Yan will think about changing something new.

When did you start liking my sister?

Zhang Yan also learned from Zhang Ning to hold his legs and face the bonfire in a daze.

Maybe it started when I was just learning the arts.

At that time, he was still called Chu Feiyan, and he was just an orphan living in the people.

It was during the Jizhou Taiping Road free clinic that he met Zhang Jiao.

At that time, he wanted to follow Zhang Jiao everywhere, follow him for the benefit of others, and be worn by others.

It was also at that time that he met the little girl who had been following Zhang Jiao (shēn).

It wasn't until he received the Black Mountain Order at the age of twenty and became the Yellow Turban Qu Shuai in the Taihang Mountains that he left Zhang Jiao and his sister.

Fortunately, this time he was fortunate to be able to pick up the junior sister who left from Guangzong.

Only then is there the situation of Zhang Ningren in the Montenegrin Army.

In fact, it's not that he doesn't know Zhang Ning's feelings (qíng) towards him, he really just treats his brother in general, and he treats other junior brothers no differently.

But he doesn't ask for anything in return, he just hopes that Zhang Ning can live happily.

Master's death is still a big blow to my sister.

Zhang Yan's thoughts wandered, and he was also (tǐng) confused.

Even if he is now the nominal commander of the more than 600,000 combat forces of the Montenegrin Army.

He doesn't have any goals and ideals, nor does he have any grand plans, he just wants to lead millions of Montenegrins to live well in the land of Dahan and have a land that belongs to them.

Zhang Ning wanted to go to Jizhou for a walk.

She wanted to go to the people for a walk in person.

Take a second look at the world today and do what you can (qíng).

She will keep her promise to her father and no longer use the name of the Yellow Turban, she wants to save people in the name of a healer.

"Senior brother."

Zhang Ning suddenly spoke.

"Recently, thank you for taking me in, and I will leave for northern Hebei in a few days."

This farewell was a bit sudden, Zhang Yan still had a lot of things left behind and did not bring to Zhang Ning, and he had not seen Zhang Ning smile yet.

"Senior sister, you're here"

"Senior brother, don't worry, I won't expose myself, I want to be a doctor like my father in the past, to bring some hope to the people today."

Zhang Ning clenched his little fist.

She didn't think about revenge.

She sees these things (tǐng) thoroughly.

It was not the emperor who buried his father (shēn), not the royal family, nor the family.

It is the general trend of the world that no one can resist in this era.

Wherever you are, you feel that you can (cāo) ride the big picture, push the big picture, and even take full control of it.

But who knows if they're not following the real trend?

This heaven and earth are reasonable, and the general trend of the world may have been developing in that direction?

Whether it is a wise man, or a man of great strategy, or a nobleman, or a royal power and wealth.

It's just a small boat that floats along the torrent of the times.

Zhang Ning wants to do his best, be loyal to himself, do good deeds, accumulate virtue, and give to the people.

Just be a healer.

It can also be regarded as a woman inheriting her father's business.

As for those Yellow Turban wrestlers, let them stay, although Zhang Jiao summoned them, but they also have their own consciousness.

"Okay, okay"

Zhang Yan found that she couldn't say anything to save her.

I can't say anything that I want to be with her.

The world is still so realistic, leaving no trace (qíng) side.

"Thank you for your care, and I hope that Senior Brother will take care of me more, and I'll leave after a few (rì)."

Zhang Ning stood up from the ground.

She had just seen the scene in the campfire.

The moth fluttered its wings and plunged headlong into the bonfire, even if the fire burned its wings and eventually killed it in the fire, as if it were ashes.

own father, and this moth.

How similar is it?

At best, my father was a big moth that nearly crushed the Han's fire, but eventually turned to ashes.

Maybe it's just fate.