Soon after Zhao Yun left, the large force of the Montenegrin Army arrived in front of Jingcheng Pass.

Pan Shuo reported the incident (qíng) to Zhang Yan, but Zhang Yan didn't take it to heart.

It should just be a passerby.

He asked for a caravan in the Montenegrin army.

If that young general's strength is really strong, and he doesn't perform against the Montenegrin army, then Zhang Yan doesn't mind letting him go through Jingcheng Pass.

Get married.

Now all the forces that the Montenegrin Army can unite, Zhang Yan does not want to let go.

Because he knows very well the situation of the Montenegrin Army now, looking for a way out is what he has been doing.

The army pressed the formation, and the sergeants of Jingcheng Pass also woke up from the shock caused by Zhao Yun and began to prepare for the pass, although they also understood that if the Black Mountain army really attacked the gate.

In the absence of reinforcements (qíng), Jingcheng Pass cannot be defended.

Yes.

They are well aware that the so-called reinforcements do not exist.

Although Shangdang is relatively the best county in the state (qíng), of course, they do not know what the strength of Taiyuan is now.

At least in the past, Shangdang was the best county in the state of Annexation (qíng), but Shangdang was not strong enough to deal with the Montenegrin army.

It's sad to say.

In the land of Shangdang and a county, the total number of soldiers and soldiers is not more than half of that of the Montenegrin army.

Take the head to hit?

Therefore, the momentum of the Black Mountain Army Hao (dàng) arrived at Jingcheng Pass, and the Shangdang could only pretend not to see it, and formally dispatched a wave of troops.

As for whether the troops can go to Jingcheng Pass or not, that has to be said.

Anyway, the Shangdang County Government gave half of this well to the Black Mountain Army.

There are still these guards who maintain the ownership of the open side.

To put it mildly, they are just outcasts.

The outcast also has the idea of the outcast.

Jing Chengguan has been with them for so many years and is used to it.

Life and death are downbeat, and if you don't accept it, you will do it.

It's a big deal to die on the Jingcheng Pass, they are not afraid of the Montenegrin army, they are just cautious.

Fortunately, Zhang Yan also understood the attitude of Shangdang County, and he did not have to occupy the Jingcheng Pass.

He chose to directly block other roads except for the annexation of the state, and re-establish the checkpoint, directly relying on the army to get the right to speak.

In Jingcheng Pass, the shortcut from Jizhou to Bingzhou, only he can say it now.

"Good preparation."

Zhang Yan patted Pan Shuo's shoulder very naturally, like an aging big brother.

Somewhat flattered, Pan Shuo's serious and confident attitude did not look like he had just been abused.

Not to mention, Zhang Yan is also on the same level as Pan Feng, at least Pan Shuo thinks so.

The boy who had abused himself just now, it is estimated that only the great commander in front of him can fight.

"Thank you for the compliment, I will continue to work hard."

Zhang Yan smiled, it seemed that his affinity was still good, and then he entered the military tent.

In order to begin to deploy those counties that enter Jizhou from Jingcheng Guandong, what kind of methods and roads should be chosen.

How should the scope and interests of the various cottages in the Montenegrin army be divided.

Alas, sure enough, the commander of this kind of composite aggregate is really not good.

If it was while his stepfather was still alive, what would he do? How to deal with it?

If the master is there, what will he do? How to deal with it?

Zhang Yan thought about the previous model of the Black Mountain Army and the Yellow Turban Army.

There seems to be a lot of problems.

How is it good?

He thought in the tent with a frown.

Call.

After a long time, Zhang Yan didn't have any good ideas, but he heard the sound of dripping rain outside the military tent.

I couldn't help but be a little stunned.

After thinking about it for a long time, it was already raining outside.

Walked out of his tent and took nothing with him.

Heaven and earth were flooding in an instant.

Rain falls from the sky and falls into the earth.

It brings a chill.

After the winter, this rain is considered (chūn) rain, but it is not warm at all.

The rain washed over Zhang Yan.

He stared blankly at the curtain of water in this world.

"Boom!"

Not only the rain, but also the accompanying thunder.

Whether it is the guards on the Jingcheng Pass or the soldiers in the camp of the Black Mountain Army, they are sheltering from the rain everywhere.

Zhang Yan was the only one who seemed to have lost his soul, walking alone in the mud.

The raindrops hit him (shēn), and as if he didn't feel it, he slowly moved step by step, slowly walking towards the thunder light outside the mountain.

The gaze is also fixed on the shocking scenery of heaven and earth.

Thousands of miles of dense clouds, ink dyeing Shu roll.

The thunder is like a dragon, hidden and churning.

The dripping rain connects the sky and the earth.

It seems that this world is endless**.

Everyone is in this ** middle stream (dàng), looking for a place to go ashore in this endless sea.

Is that the case?

Zhang Yan's eyes were only confused.

People in this world are just struggling to live.

Master, how would you choose?

That thunder light was in Zhang Yan's heart, it was Zhang Jiao's transformation (shēn), and he hoped that he could give him the answer.

But what he got was a continuous stream of thunder.

It seems to be an accusation of boundless despair and grief, but it is helpless.

Master

Father-in-law

Now I seem to have inherited their will and responsibility at the same time, but my own strength is all disguise.

He wished that someone would come and tell him what to do.

How much he wanted someone to tell him, how should the Montenegrin Army protect the water and soil of one side, protect the people of one side, and protect the truth they believed?

Do you still want to be alone (shēn)?

Zhang Yan slowly squatted down in the rain.

The wind blows in the valley.

Carrying the rain and smashing it in his face.

Senior Sister Ning'er

Zhang Yan hung her head.

Shook his head.

I'm not really (ài), but just protective, right?

Zhang Yan smiled bitterly.

What qualifications does my current self have to desire those ethereal things?

Reality gives you tasks, life gives you pressure.

I don't have the right to think about that.

His face was covered with water marks.

I just don't know if it's all rain or a few tears?

The wind in the mountains gradually became stronger, blowing on Zhang Yan's (shēn), and the cold and piercing touch made his consciousness more and more clear.

I also understand the reality more and more, I can only choose to accept it, right?

Slowly stood up from the ground.

Facing the wind and rain, Zhang Yan opened her arms to embrace this muddy world.

Lingshou, hundreds of miles away, was also shrouded in wind and rain.

A thin (jiāo) pretty (shēn) shadow stood in the courtyard, under the eaves, quietly watching the wind and rain in this world.

The rain reminded her of that time.

That when I fled from Gwangjong Castle.

All the way from Guangzong to Lingshou, she moved forward in the wind and rain.

The endless heavy rain enveloped Jizhou and covered all traces of her.

For a moment, she thought it was her father who was sheltering her, even though he had sacrificed himself.

So every time there is a thunderstorm, Zhang Ning will always look at this piece of heaven and earth in the courtyard, looking for the thunder hiding in the clouds.

"(yù) The virtue of retribution, Haotian is reckless."

"The South Mountain is fierce, and the wind is blowing."

"The people are not bad, I am the only one."

"The law of the South Mountain, the wind of the wind."

"The people are all right, and I am alone."

Singing softly.

Zhang Ning stood alone under this roof, looking at the thunderstorm outside, singing poems that he felt and sang.

She didn't dare to say it, she didn't know how to say it.

At this time, the influence of the Yellow Turban has not yet been removed from the hearts of the world, when her (shēn) share is exposed.

She will have nowhere to run and nowhere to go.

Perhaps only a quiet, leisurely singing voice can sustenance her heart, the heart that misses her father.

Sing this softly that can't be said.

Tightening his hair, Zhang Ning's water-cut eyes dimmed a little.

For no reason.

A gust of wind rolled up in the courtyard.

blew the hem of Zhang Ning's skirt and her flowing hair.

Silently bowing his head, Zhang Ning turned (shēn) into the house.

The gust of wind seemed to blow her away.

Blowing extremely far.

The other person who hugged the wind and rain gradually smiled, and he felt that he would not think about it anymore.

"Archon, put it on you."

Pan Shuo took a big piece and wanted to put it on Zhang Yan, but Zhang Yan pushed it away.

"It's okay, I'm not cold."

"Let's go back."

回 (shēn) walked to his military tent, leaving only Zhang Yan's back.

Very suddenly.

Pan Shuo felt this back.

It seemed a little lonely, a little desolate, not like the feeling of the commander who commanded the million-strong Black Mountain Army.

Who else understands in this world?

One did not dare to think, and the other never thought.

The one who is blown away by this wind says that he (ài) is not deep.

The one who gets wet with this rain says that he will not be cold

"This rain is coming so urgently."

The young man in the white robe and white horse rode out of the Taihang Mountain Range.

Horses' hooves trample in the freshly falling rain.

Stepping out of the shallow waters.

The splashed muddy water attached to the leg of the jade lion's horse, shaking it off.

In this wind and rain, Zhao Yun's white robe was also soaked.

But he didn't care much.

Along the way, he encountered many rainy days.

It's just that this thunderstorm came too quickly, and I didn't even find a place to rest.

But it's almost Lingshou, and there is no need to rest, just go straight to Zhang Ning's manor.

Hold the spear.

The white robe soaked and attached to the (shēn), allowing his muscular (shēn) material to sway with the undulations of the white horse.

The wind and rain hit him in the face.

He didn't close his upper eyes.

Instead, straight (tǐng) (tǐng) braved the wind and rain and galloped towards their destination.

I don't know how long it took.

Wrapped in wind, rain, lightning and thunder all the way.

Until Zhao Yun arrived at the manor outside Lingshou City.

It's just getting better.

The thunderstorm has stopped.

Zhao Yun, who was tumbling down from a horse, caught a glimpse of himself (shēn) by chance.

The blue sky that had just been washed away by the downpour.

Now a rainbow has been hung.

Inexplicable.

His heart (qíng) was a lot lighter and more pleasant.

I don't know if it's because I've seen the beauty of this world, or because my sister's (shēn) body is about to improve?

"Girl?"

Knocked on the door when he went to the door, and Zhao Yun waited to see Zhang Ning and Zhao Yu.

"Babble."

The door slowly opened, and it was still the big man in the manor.

"You're back?"

The big man greeted Zhao Yun kindly, and let Zhao Yun lead the horse into the manor.

"The master is waiting for you in the hall, and I've been waiting for a long time (rì)."

"I'll take you to change (shēn) clean clothes."

It's the same as last time.

Nodding, Zhao Yun placed the Jade Lion in the Night, and walked again according to the process last time, before seeing Zhang Ning in the hall.

Long white dress.

White robes.

Unexpectedly, the two were wearing clothes of the same color, when Zhao Yun saw Zhang Ning.

I was stunned for a moment.

Without it.

This girl in white is really beautiful.

Fragments of hair were scattered on his sideburns, giving him a different look, like a mortal fairy.

And the melancholy in her eyes was difficult to solve.

It makes people feel pity (ài).

Zhao Yun didn't know what Zhang Ning encountered, but suddenly, he wanted to share with Zhang Ning what he saw in Taiyuan this time.

Something seemed to be telling him.

Zhang Ning should be interested in the situation there.

"Childe's trip went well?"

Looking up and saluting Zhao Yun, Zhang Ning relieved his (qíng) and recovered from the mourning just now.

I saw Zhao Yun (shēn) dressed in white.

It's different from when I first met.

Zhang Ning's bright eyes flickered slightly.

The boy in front of him who is as big as himself.

Although the appearance can only be regarded as square and heroic.

But there's a magic that you can't take your eyes off it.

That temperament, that reliability, that feeling that attracts you.

Let her see the shadow of her father.

"After traveling thousands of miles, I finally found the professor of Yingchuan Academy in Taiyuan, and I also knew the method (qíng)."

Zhao Yun first explained in detail the methods and problems that Chen Chen told him and Zhang Ning.

"Is it like this?"

muttered.

Zhao Yu stayed here in Zhang Ning (rì), which was neither long nor short.

With Zhang Ning helping to recuperate, Zhao Yu also woke up a few times, and also had a lot of communication with Zhang Ning.

This little girl is so well-behaved that it makes people feel distressed.

Meek, restrained, soft, and uncontrollable to let people's pity uncontrollably.

Such a pitiful girl.

It turned out to be this fate.

Zhang Ning's heart (qíng) is a little depressed.

"Only ten years?"

Some asked reluctantly.

"There's hope, but that's the only way to get her to wait until there's real hope, right?"

Hanging his head, Zhao Yun told Zhang Ning what he thought.

"Hmm."

Now that's the only way.

Zhao Yun was not wrong.

"Speaking of Taiyuan"

"This time I went to Taiyuan"

There was silence for a while, and the atmosphere was a little awkward, but the two of them spoke at the same time, talking about the same topic.

The two of them suddenly fell silent and stopped what they were about to say.

But at the same time.

For a moment, there was an indescribable meaning in the air.

I can't tell, I can't tell.

Zhao Yun, an iron straight man, is also rarely a little shy?

"You ask first."

broke the embarrassment, and in the end Zhao Yun did it.

"By the way, what kind of place is Taiyuan?"

Zhang Ning has heard some news about Taiyuan, and he is also a little curious about this place that is different from his own cognition.

The information she got from those messages.

Something came as a surprise to her.

This state of Taiyuan seems to be somewhat like the state that his father wanted to create, and it seems to have the same effect.

"Taiyuan."

"When I entered Taiyuan from the south, I found that Taiyuan seemed to be very good in terms of military and civilian (qíng), and the military was active in the fields and roadsides."

"When the trained soldiers pass by the busy fields in the city, the people will stop what they are doing (qíng) and greet them."

"It seems to give me the feeling that they are all family and friends."

"The counties and townships in Taiyuan County have assigned schools and medical centers that belong to various places."

"It seems to me that although they are all more humble now, some people tell me that their (rì) son is getting better day by day, and is improving day by day."

"They don't have to worry about it anymore."

"They won't be afraid that their efforts will be taken away from them unjustifiably."

Zhao Yun thought for a while.

"There are still many big characters hanging in Jinyang City."

"Education-oriented, military-civilian roots."

Sharing what he saw and heard in Taiyuan with Zhang Ning, Zhao Yun, a big boy who usually doesn't talk much, talked endlessly.

And Zhang Ning also bent his arm and listened carefully to Zhao Yun's description.