A meal may be mixed with chewy decisions, and Zhang Yu doesn't eat very well, even if it is his mother's handiwork.

The warmth of the room could not melt the knots in his heart for the time being, filling the physical hunger, and the problem of choice in his heart once again whetted his appetite.

Three or two sentences indifferently rejected Xiao Ling'er's coquettishness of going out to play and releasing paper kites, summoned Xu Huang, hurriedly said goodbye and left the house, rode alone without a shadow, and the two went to practice martial arts.

Diligence can make up for clumsiness, but it is also to find something to be busy, and put aside the diaphragm in your heart for the time being.

In the small forest, the afternoon sun was warm and cold, Zhang Yu stabbed out a weak sword, without any momentum, and it was not as delicate as a woman.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Zhang Yu is thoughtful at this time, and he is not in a state of martial arts practice at all, let alone the sharp-eyed Xu Huang.

After hesitating for a while, Xu Huang still asked,

"Childe, why are you absent-minded today? But if there is a difficulty, talk to Huang, and his subordinates will do their best to share the worries of the Lord. ”

Zhang Yu was speechless, like a wooden man, he stiffly withdrew the sword in his hand, his arm bent abnormally, and after accumulating strength for a while, he stabbed out again, still so weak.

Xu Huang frowned, not because he was snubbed by the young master, but because he was worried about Zhang Yu's personal state. Thinking about it, the heroic posture of a petite and outrageous little Hades came to mind.

It's really hard for the young master.

Xu Huang shook his head, thinking that he had thought it through.

Suddenly smelling the dangerous breath, he came back to his senses, only to see Zhang Yu attacking with a sword, and he couldn't help but be weak, but Xu Huang was greatly surprised, not because of physical fear, but because of psychological panic.

The young master is psychic, but he can listen to people's hearts, does what he thinks and think make the young master unhappy, so he will lead the sword to attack? And confused is that the young master is suspected of disloyalty and wants to give some punishment?

In an instant, all kinds of nonsense jumped out of Xu Huang's head, but they were just scaring himself.

How could he know that it was the confused young master who was not distracted and indulged in his own thoughts, even the practice of martial arts, and the habit of dancing the sword, and he had long forgotten about the nine nights outside the clouds, and almost injured this fierce general who had saved his life with a sword.

Xu Huang avoided the sword in a panic, knelt down on one knee, hugged his fists in salute, and his voice was as loud as thunder, but he was trembling,

"Xu Huang doesn't know why he provoked Shao's anger, it's not a pity for his subordinates to die, but he also has to die clearly, please tell Xu Huang what the crime is!"

Zhang Yuke was awakened by Xu Huang's words, why did he suddenly say such a thing, until he saw the long sword in his hand, he knew that he was in trouble.

He raised his sword to stab Xu Huang, if Xu Huang was not a diehard, there was no one around, deep mountains and old forests, strong young men, and he was angry, he was afraid that he would have been cold.

hurriedly threw away the long sword in his hand, stepped forward to help the man,

"General Xu, please get up, just because Yu is absent-minded and has trivial matters. The general is not only innocent, but also has great grace to Yu, Yu is definitely not ungrateful! ”

"Is Childe's words true?"

"I can swear in the name of the Yellow Sky!"

Zhang Yu was really panicked, he finally got this good general, he almost destroyed this loyalty with his own hands, he really shouldn't be.

Xu Huang saw the flustered demeanor of the son, and listened to the sympathetic words, and he had already made up his mind in his heart, and he was relieved that the Lord would live up to his loyalty, which was Huang's life's wish.

"Huang believes in the words of the child! It's just that... ”

"Just what?"

"What is there to worry about Childe, can you say it and listen to it. Xing Huang can solve problems for his son. ”

Xu Huang has a heart, and Zhang Yu is not easy to refuse, after all, Xu Huang can represent at least half of the Luoyang Yellow Turbans.

Besides, it's really uncomfortable to hold back the problem in my heart for a long time, and it's okay to find someone to talk to.

So Zhang Yu stood on tiptoe, stepped forward, and cautiously and quietly told Xu Huang about Emperor Han's plan.

Listening to it, Xu Huang felt that something was wrong, and he was a little angry.

By the time Zhang Yu finished telling the story, Xu Huang was already angry, and his anger came out of his mouth.

"The king of the dead country, He Yan drove my yellow scarf to quell the chaos for him, son, don't forget the last words and expectations of the late Tiangong!"

In the final analysis, I still blame the father who has never met him for provoking troubled times, nothing to do righteously, and what to provoke troubled times.

This was the first sentence that flashed through Zhang Yu's mind after hearing Xu Huang's words.

"But the intention of the father is also to restore the world to be clear, but if there is chaos today, it is not in line with his long-cherished wish."

"That young master wants to fight?"

Xu Huang's rare tough rhetorical question made Zhang Yu a little confused, whether to fight or not, he really couldn't come to a conclusion.

Zhang Yu didn't answer, Xu Huang saw this, knelt down again without warning, and said from the bottom of his heart again,

"Young master, if you want to fight, give an order, inside and outside the city, thousands of yellow turbans are the soldiers of the young master, sweeping the world, sweeping the eight wildernesses, we will fight to the death, there is nothing to say, but if you fight for the Han family, Xu Huang should not be the first."

“。。。”

It's not that Zhang Yu doesn't want to speak, but he really can't speak, since Xu Huang has said so, let alone mention other generals.

bowed down, wanting to help Xu Huang up, and listened to Xu Huang's words again,

"Childe, remember, our name is the Yellow Turban!"

Thunder rang out at the right time, gathering dark clouds, and large rain clouds gathered in the sky, waiting for another thunder to order, ready to desperately wash this chaotic land.

Yellow scarves? It's the yellow scarf.

"Yu remember, the general should not kneel again, it is so great, but do you want Yu to kneel with the general?"

"Xu Huang doesn't dare."

"Then why don't you get up sooner?"

The eight-foot man slowly stood up, without a trace of humility, full of heroic spirit.

Is this the Yellow Turban? This is the Yellow Turban, and I am also the Yellow Turban.

"General, can you take me to the camp at the four corners, Yu hasn't seen those people for a long time."

In the spring breeze in the forest, the horses' hooves mess with the shallow grass.

One ride and two yellow scarves, Luoyang is looking around.

Find a few solid camps, small but strong, silently guarding Luoyang, guarding the yellow scarves in Luoyang and themselves.

Found dozens of towering sentry towers, broken and stable, silently watching Luoyang, monitoring all the people who were going to Luoyang.

Tens of millions of Yellow Turban soldiers were found, and they were full of spirit, training never stopped, sentry posts never failed to fulfill their responsibilities, and the fighting spirit never died.

I found the general, I was flattered, my loyalty was never reduced, my oath was never forgotten, and the heart of the yellow turban never left.

These are all yellow scarves too.

The thunder continues, and it will eventually attract rain, the spring rain is surging, and in the wind and rain, Zhang Yu still asks Xu Huang not to stop, he wants to see the whole picture of the yellow scarf.

The rain didn't stop, the horses didn't stop, and there were already several generals behind him, Li Le, Yang Feng, Han Zhong, and many leaders of the Yellow Turban, who followed each other all the way in the wind and rain and never left.

The raindrops were ticking, noisy, and somewhat messy.

I can't give an answer to whether Zhang Yu should take the initiative to fight.

But he was surprised to get another answer.