That night, Ren Yi didn't sleep well, and on the second day, he opened his eyes in a daze.

"Husband," Lu Lingju said softly, "Did you have nightmares again at night?" ”

"I hope it's just a nightmare.........," Ren Yi sighed lightly, "That dream is too real." ”

"Husband, don't think about it," Lu Lingju said, "It's just a dream, it shouldn't be true, just accompany the concubine to go out for a walk." ”

"Hmm..."Ren Yi nodded obediently.

A few days later, on the street.

"Hey, have you heard," said one of the men, "the Yellow Turban Army was burned down by the Han Army in Changshe. ”

"Really?" Many people who eat melons asked.

"Hey, then can it be fake?" The man swore and said, "My brother is a senior official under the state pastor, and he told me about it himself yesterday when we were drinking together. ”

"Brother, you are amazing, we are convinced." The people who eat melons admire each other.

The gossip spreader walked away with his hands behind his back and a smug face.

When Ren Yi heard the news, he couldn't help muttering in his heart: "Could it be that this news was stone-hammered?" ”

After a while, I came to a sparsely populated corner.

A man dressed in coarse cloth and looking like an ordinary person stepped forward.

Lu Lingju was about to stop this person, and this person took out a token.

"Chief, general, the yellow agent has something important to report." Mai's secret agent arched his hand.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" Ren Yi said.

"General, ten days ago, Zhu Yuanzhang, the general of the Han Army, burned down the Changshe, and more than 100,000 Yellow Turban troops were wiped out."

After listening to the exact information, Ren Yi's heart couldn't help but be shocked.

"Is that true?" Ren Yi was a little surprised.

"General, it's true." The scout swore an oath.

"Alright, I see, you go down." Ren Yi waved his hand.

The scout clenched his fists and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Buzzed, Ren Yi's whole head was big. Ren Yi's figure stumbled involuntarily.

"Husband, are you okay?" Lu Lingju grabbed Ren Yi and said.

Ren Yi shook his head, sobered up a little, and said, "I'm fine, let's go back." ”

After returning to the barracks, Ren Yi only drank a few sips of porridge, and then lay down on the couch.

Lu Lingju gently rubbed his head for Ren Yi, and after a while, Ren Yi fell asleep.

When Ren Yi woke up, it was already evening.

Ren Yi is a general in the end, and his ability to withstand it is too much beyond ordinary people.

In the morning, I was still grieving, but in the evening, my mind was completely peaceful.

Ren Yi took Lu Lingju's little hand and walked in the small garden built by himself behind the barracks.

The small garden is not very large, but large enough for hundreds of people to visit, and there is a small stream in the middle of the garden.

In the evening, the breeze gently caresses the heart.

A few days later

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Ren Yi was sitting idly in the Chinese military tent, and Lu Lingju handed over a secret report.

"Husband," Lu Lingju said with red eyes, "The passing year is not good, and I also ask my husband to mourn the change." ”

"Oh?" Ren Yi was very surprised, and said in his heart, "Which brother took the dog again, let me take a look." ”

Ren Yi took out the letter paper and unfolded it to take a look.

The Han army broke Quyang, Julu, the great virtuous teacher Zhang Jiao died of illness, the Digong general Zhang Bao was beheaded, and Zuo Ci, Yu Ji, Shan Xiongxin and other sect members were nowhere to be found.

Ren Yiden felt his chest roll for a while, and almost spurted out a mouthful of blood

Come.

Ren Yi weakly let go of his hand and let the letter fall to the ground.

"Husband, what's wrong with you?" Lu Lingju hurriedly picked up Ren Yi, who was sitting on a chair.

"Great sage and good teacher, great sage and good teacher............" Ren Yi muttered incessantly, his eyes were hollow, and his face instantly became very pale.

"Husband." Lu Lingju hurriedly helped Ren Yi to the couch and lulled Ren Yi to sleep.

In a trance

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"Fifth Master Ancestor!" Ren Yi's eyes widened and he shouted.

This is a dense bamboo forest, a small bamboo house naturally blends into this bamboo forest, behind the hut, is a pool of clear water.

In front of the hut, there was a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe sitting on the stone bench, who was the leader of the Yellow Turban Army, the fifth disciple of Nanhua Shangxian, and the great virtuous teacher Zhang Jiao.

Zhang Jiao seemed to hear Ren Yi's call, slowly raised his head, and stared at Ren Yi.

"Fifth Master, it's great that you're not dead yet!" Ren Yi rushed over directly.

However, Ren Yi passed through the body directly.

"........." Ren Yi was stunned.

"Son, you're here, sit." Zhang Jiao smiled and pointed to the stone bench opposite.

"Fifth Master Ancestor, you?" Ren Yi asked with a surprised face.

"Sit, let's play a game with Shizu." Zhang Jiao still smiled kindly, but did not explain much.

Ren Yi obediently sat on the stone bench opposite. At this time, Zhang Jiao handed over a teacup and said, "Take this difficult old spring as the quality, pick 10,000-year-old bamboo in the mountains, such a blessing, among the three worlds, you can meet but not ask for it." ”

"The old man also got such a blessed place by chance."

Ren Yi took a sip of the teacup lightly.

The tea is sweet and clear, melts in the mouth, and a warm, soft warm current flows through the body.

"How's that," Zhang Jiao said, "how does it feel?" ”

"Is this a human world, or a fairyland?" Ren Yi was completely intoxicated.

"It doesn't really matter where you are," Zhang Jiao said, "The important thing is that you know your mission." ”

"Zijian, do you remember the oath between us?"

When Ren Yi heard this, his expression was solemn, and he said, "Sweep away the war and calm the world, not for personal gain, only for the community, just for begging." ”

"Well," Zhang Jiao nodded, "Come on, play chess." ”

Ren Yi's understanding of Go is only in knowing the basic gameplay, and for Zhang Jiao, a master player, the level is still relatively low.

But although Ren Yi was forced step by step, his mentality has been as light as water, and he saw the moves, until he was completely surrounded to death.

"It's not bad," Zhang Jiao said, "this state of mind, that's right." ”

"Actually, I'm dead."

"Here, it's the Julu Land Temple."

"And I'm the lord of the land here."

"I brought you from a dream, and I think you understand what I mean."

Ren Yi said, "Master, I was wrong. ”

"When I received the news of your death, my whole mentality collapsed."

"I ..............."

Zhang Jiao waved his hand and said, "I asked you to come because of this incident." ”

"I have become a god, and I am happy from suffering."

"According to the rules of heaven, gods are not allowed to meddle in the affairs of the yang world at will."

"I really can't rest assured of you, and I miss you too much, so I'll find you in my dreams."

"When I was seriously ill, you were not by my side, although I regret it, but I have no complaints."

"Yellow Turban Army, I'll entrust it to you, Ning'er,

I've entrusted it to you. ”

"In this whole world, only you are the believers who have the ability and are willing to shelter me and my beloved daughter."

"From today on, you are the leader of my Taiping Dao. You must not forget the oath we made to Heaven. ”

Ren Yi knelt on his knees, kowtowed respectfully three times, and said, "Great sage and good teacher, the oath we have made to the sky, the world in our hearts, Yi never dares to forget." ”

Zhang Jiao closed his eyes slightly, nodded with a smile, and said, "In this way, I will rest assured." ”

"Zijian, the opportunity that belongs to you is coming."

"In this world, I will definitely remember your Ren Yi's name."

After speaking, Zhang Jiao gently pushed Ren Yi.

After the chaos, Ren Yi slowly opened his eyes.

I saw Lu Lingju sitting beside him with red eyes, all his henchmen and generals were all there, and Zhang Zhongjing was also pacing back and forth.

"Husband, you're awake!" Lu Lingju grabbed Ren Yi's hand.

"What's wrong with me?" Ren Yi hurriedly asked.

"Husband, do you know," Lu Lingju said eagerly, "On that day, you were so sad that you fainted on the spot, and now it is three days later." ”

"I've been in a coma for three days and three nights?" Ren Yi asked in disbelief, and tried to sit up.

Lu Lingju hurriedly supported Ren Yi, gently leaned on the back of the couch, and said, "Husband, you have just recovered, don't move." ”

Ren Yi nodded obediently.

"It's going to change this day......" Ren Yi muttered to himself.

"Lord, what are you talking about," Dian Wei said in a loud voice, "I didn't hear a word clearly. ”

"What are you screaming about, you bastard?" Ran Min hammered a brain melon on Dian Wei's skull, "Didn't you see that the lord is just better, and he is still screaming here." ”

"The lord is right," Guo Jia said slowly, "This day is about to change." ”

"The emperor is the balance point of this puzzle," Guo Jia explained, "If the emperor dies, this great man will fall apart." ”

"And this is the Lord's chance."

"Don't think that the emperor's lifespan is still long, in fact, Liu Hong has already been hollowed out by wine, and within three years, Liu Hong will definitely die!" Guo Jia shook the folding fan, and his eyes exuded a terrifying gaze.

"Bonghyo!" Lu Lingju glared at Guo Jia and said, "The lord is still resting, so don't discuss these heavy topics." ”

"Now that the lord is awake, go outside and keep watch."

Guo Jia pursed his lips and said, "Mastermother, you are unloading the mill and killing the donkey!" Lord, you have to be the master of filial piety. ”

Lu Lingju glared at Guo Jia, Guo Jia hurriedly shrank and exited the room with everyone.

"Husband," Lu Lingju took Ren Yi's hand and said, "They all went out." ”

"During this time, you have endured too much pain and are too tired."

"Obedient, don't think about anything today, sleep well, get up tomorrow, and deal with political affairs, okay....."

Ren Yi smiled slightly and said, "I listen to Ling'er." ”

The night is getting deeper. The loving little couple snuggled up tightly together, face to face, looking at each other happily.

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