The next day, the army of exhausted princes found that the Tiger Prison had become an empty city. The army marched all the way to Luoyang, but when they came to Luoyang, they found that the entire imperial city was on fire, but Dong Zhuo and the Son of Heaven were nowhere to be found.

"Quick! Fire! Looking for the Son of Heaven! "The army is getting busy again.

Xun Jiang took Zuo Shuyue and Dian Wei, who was bandaged with his hands, and walked in the imperial city. He had long known that Dong Zhuo had fled to Chang'an, and he was not in a hurry, but looked at the palace with interest.

"How much do you think the house here will cost in the next generation?" Xun Jiang looked at the palaces that had not been affected by the fire and asked.

Zuo Shuyue looked at the palace not far away, the golden glazed tiles shining dazzlingly in the firelight. "Anyway, I can't afford it for the rest of my life." Zuo Shuyue said a little discouraged. In later generations, their family could only barely afford a small house of 90 square meters, which was still located in the suburbs.

"Hehe, I'll build you a bigger palace than this one in a few years! Everyone is a golden house and a treasurer, how about I have a "golden palace treasure"? Xun Jiang said with a smile, there is still a little bit of good here, you don't need so many certificates to build a house.

"Come on." Zuo Shuyue rolled her eyes angrily.

Suddenly, Xun Jiang was stunned. Zuo Shuyue's face also showed a frightened expression, and she hurriedly hid behind Xun Jiang.

I saw that the gate of the palace in front of me suddenly opened, and an old man wearing a white robe and white hair appeared at the door of the palace out of thin air.

The old man had a smile on his face, his eyes closed tightly, and he slowly walked towards Xun Jiang.

"What people!" Dian Wei shouted, the old man was still unaware, although his eyes were closed, he still walked towards Xunjiang very accurately.

"Bold!" Dian Wei couldn't bear it, and directly rushed over and hit the old man's chest with a punch the size of a sandbag. After this punch, the average old man is either dead or disabled. But the old man with his eyes closed stretched out his hand and grasped Dian Wei's fist, and Dian Wei suddenly found that the power of his fist disappeared the moment it touched the old man's palm.

Then the old man hit the back of Dian Wei's neck with his other hand, and Dian Wei was directly knocked unconscious.

Xun Jiang's brows furrowed, and the old man slowly walked towards Xun Jiang. "Why don't you run?" The old man stopped not far in front of Xun Jiang, and his voice sounded full of vicissitudes.

"Is it too late for me to run?" Xun Jiang said with a smile. This old man is not even Dian Wei's opponent, where can he run?

"You're not afraid?" The old man asked again, but he never opened his eyes.

"What are you afraid of you for? I didn't do anything wrong, I'm not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door! Xun Jiang thought for a while and said. It's not the right time for the main old man to appear, if it's night, ensure that Xunjiang runs fast!

"Are you afraid? Little girl doll! Although the old man closed his eyes, he accurately stretched out his wrinkled hand and pointed at Zuo Shuyue, who was looking at him with his head exposed.

"Ahh Zuo Shuyue hurriedly exclaimed, and quickly retracted her head and hid behind Xun Jiang.

"Don't pretend to be a ghost with me, something is coming at me!" Xun Jiang didn't know where he got the courage to point to the old man's nose and say loudly.

"Good! Then you let her go. I'll tell you! The old man's vicissitudes of life voice had some sadness, which made Xun Jiang a little inexplicable.

Xun Jiang turned around and held Zuo Shuyue's somewhat panicked cheek. "You go first, I'll be here in a moment! (Find someone!) him! The last five words are naturally lip language.

"Uh-huh." Zuo Shuyue nodded hurriedly. "Then be careful."

"It's fine." Xun Jiang touched Zuo Shuyue's hair and said with a smile.

Zuo Shuyue trotted away.

The old man had a smile on his face, as if he was mocking Xun Jiang's cleverness.

Xun Jiang turned around and took a deep breath and looked at the mysterious old man in front of him. "Old man, now you can speak!"

"You shouldn't be here, you don't belong here." The old man said something inexplicable, but Xun Jiang was taken aback.

"Can you send me back?" Xun Jiang asked tentatively, he felt that the old man in front of him seemed to be an extraordinary person.

"It's easy to come, but it's hard to return! Since you're here, how do you get back? Two thousand years have passed, and there is no way for the gods to cross the past. The old man shook his head and said.

"Aren't you talking!" Xun Jiang suddenly scolded, he still thought that this old man had a lot of ability?

The old man was not angry, but the inexplicable smile on his face was indeed getting stronger and stronger. A gust of yin wind drifted by, making Xun Jiang feel a little cautious.

"Do you know who I am?" The old man asked suddenly.

"How do I know who you are?" Xun Jiang replied angrily.

"My name: Nanhua." The old man said lightly.

"Nanhua?" Xun Jiang's face did not show flaws, but he was already horrified in his heart.

Xun Jiang once saw a book of "History of the Three Kingdoms", in which the name Nanhua appeared. Legend has it that this man has become a Taoist, and he is very remarkable! Passed on the three volumes of the Heavenly Book of Taiping to Zhang Jiao, the leader of the Yellow Turban, and asked him to save the world. It can indeed be said that he is the chief culprit of the troubled times of the Three Kingdoms. Xun Jiang thought it was a fictitious thing, but today he really saw this "land immortal".

"I'll give you two years, and after two years, you will help me take over the world with the Yellow Turban!" The smile on Nanhua's face became stronger and more mysterious.

Xun Jiang was taken aback, this old man wanted him to be the second Zhang Jiao! "Why should I listen to you?"

"I'll take your life now, like a bag!" Nanhua said with a smile.

"So what? I'm afraid of you! Xun Jiang said disdainfully. If you have experienced more death, you will not be afraid of death.

"You're not afraid, what about her?" Nanhua pointed behind Xun Jiang.

Xun Jiang came back to his senses and saw Zuo Shuyue running over from a corner with a team of soldiers.

"Remember, don't give away our conversations to anyone! Otherwise, I'll kill her! Nanhua's voice sounded again.

"You..." When Xun Jiang turned his head back, Nanhua had long since disappeared, as mysterious as when he came.

"I'm back, what about the old man?" Zuo Shuyue panted and ran over with a team of soldiers, his eyes looking around as if trying to find out where the old man was hiding.

"Shaofu Cheng." The group of soldiers saluted towards Xunjiang.

"Hmm..." Dian Wei, who had fainted, also got up slowly, his face full of doubts.

"It's okay, you guys go back." Xun Jiang glanced at Zuo Shuyue, comforting Zuo Shuyue, who was a little panicked. Then he said to the soldiers who had arrived.

"Whoa." The group of soldiers didn't dare to offend Xun Jiang, and walked back towards the way they came.

"Jiang Jiang... What about the man? Zuo Shuyue asked in a low voice. Zuo Shuyue remembered some things about the Forbidden City in the future for no reason, and couldn't help but get goosebumps.

"Don't be afraid." Xun Jiang hugged Zuo Shuyue and comforted softly.

"The old man came out as if by magic! It's scary! Feeling the warmth of Xunjiang, Zuo Shuyue calmed down a little.