Take a seemingly calm step, pretend to be calm, step by step, like a minister of the court, and walk solemnly towards the flat ground under his feet. In fact, the deer is jumping wildly in my heart, wanting to cry without tears.

The Yellow Turbans consciously retreated on both sides, making way for the young Yellow Turban Master who had never seen them, and the people on the periphery were all looking lively, none of them were in good condition, most of them were skinny and skinny, and they fell down when they touched them, these should be the most ordinary Yellow Turbans.

The closer to the center, those yellow scarves, the clothes are slightly intact, and the mental outlook is not comparable to the peripheral soldiers, at least not so thin, so weak and can't help but wind. It seems that among the yellow scarves, there is still a hierarchy that is difficult to change.

When they arrived at the center, dozens of yellow turban generals with the appearance of leaders sat under the wooden platform, and Yang Feng and Han Zhong were among them, and when they saw Zhang Yu and others coming, they hurriedly greeted each other.

At this time, Zhang Yu didn't have the leisure to talk to Yang Feng, chatting casually, so he sat on the side, took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, and wanted to catch the deer in his heart, but unfortunately he couldn't do it, and his heart was still beating hard.

"General Yang, haven't you started yet?"

"Back to the young master, the auspicious time is coming, please wait for a while."

Zhang Yu complained in his heart, isn't it just an inauguration ceremony, what kind of auspicious time do you want, the rules of the ancients are many, swing your little head, look at the surrounding scenery, and kill time.

The blue sky, the mountains and forests, the white clouds, the lonely geese, and then there are the dense people, quietly looking at the leaders of the yellow turbans, their faces are different, there are excited, there are contemplative, there are sighing, there are resentful.

Taking these expressions into his eyes, Zhang Yu felt that the ceremony to be held might be a little troublesome.

Those who are angry, Zhang Yu can guess why they are angry. A good Yellow Turban Army has to be handed over to a child with a big fart like this, and he is naturally unwilling in his heart, and not everyone is like Yang Feng.

Later, I have to hurry up and down, so as not to have any accidents.

Just when Zhang Yu was thinking about how to get off the stage quickly, the sound of drums sounded, the audience was solemn, and the noisy discussion stopped abruptly.

When the drums sounded, Zhang Yu noticed that there were two war drums on the stage, but they were different in size and shape, and he didn't know where they came from.

The drums rush to the sky, like rolling thunder and falling in the sky, like the waves of the river flowing eastward, the war drums are broken, and the drums are still heroic.

Unconsciously, Zhang Yu was also brought into a passionate mood by this breaking drum.

In the sound of war drums, under the attention of the audience, Yang Feng stepped on a solid step and climbed the wooden platform

said that it was the audience, but in fact, the thousands of people close to the stage could see clearly and hear the speech clearly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, since Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty, the court has been chaotic, the eunuchs have been infighting, the border wars have affected the people, we and other civilians, it is difficult to survive, cornered, fortunately there is a great sage and good teacher, the general of Tiangong, saving me is equal to the dire situation, going against the heavens, leading the yellow scarf and revolting, wanting to return the world to the world, but the master did his best, exhausted, the middle way collapsed, and before the Han Dynasty died, he passed away, and I was heartbroken."

Speaking of this, everyone in the audience showed a look of death. Zhang Yu saw it in his eyes, and it seemed that Zhang Jiao's status, among this group of yellow scarves, was already in the highest position, or it had become a faith, and a hope struggling in troubled times.

"After the death of the master, the canals were separated, the imperial court suppressed them, and the yellow turban declined." Yang Feng's expression was depressed, and he should have remembered his unbearable and unwilling feelings in the past few years.

"Fortunately, Huang Tian is not dead, God bless the Yellow Turban, the night before yesterday, our army attacked the imperial army at night, captured the Han Emperor, and even more fortunately, we found the son of the master, the young master of the Yellow Turban, the young master is smart, the son of the chosen one, under the leadership of the new master, the ambition of the Yellow Turban, can not be expected! The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand! ”

"The heavens are dead! Huang Tian should stand! ”

Crazy vows, endlessly.

In the midst of the shouting, Yang Feng glanced at Zhang Yu and motioned for Zhang Yu to come to the stage.

Zhang Yu obeyed Yang Feng's wishes, got up, tidied up his clothes, tied his waist with a sword, and resolutely went to the stage.

Stepping on the wooden stairs, the sound of the wooden planks creaked, and walking on the wooden platform, the sound of heartbeats beating wildly.

Seeing a small child coming up on the stage, the audience calmed down, countless pairs of eyes, staring at the child on the stage, whether they can see it or not, they all want to see the honor of this young master of the yellow scarf, what kind of appearance does this young master look like when he falls to the ground, I don't know if he is like a master?

The sudden silence made Zhang Yu's heart even more panicked, and he wanted to get off the stage quickly, and the pace under his feet was faster, and he didn't know if it was God's trick, Zhang Yu was anxious, his steps were fast, and his eyes didn't pay attention to his feet, with a bang, his toes knocked on the wooden plank, and the whole person lost his balance and fell forward.

Everyone watched, the young master of the yellow scarf, and his appearance was dignified, so he fell on top of the ceremony. There was silence, no one laughed, they all stared at the children on the stage, not knowing what to think.

Xiao Ling'er saw Zhang Yu fall on the ground, and just wanted to laugh, but fortunately Yan stopped her in time and covered Xiao Ling'er's mouth, which caused Ling'er to hold back her laughter and her face was flushed, but she didn't know how happy she was laughing.

What to do? What to do? Zhang Yu, who fell to the ground, made up several scenes in his mind in an instant, as if he had made up his mind, supported himself with his hands, stood up, patted the dust on his body, smiled at Yang Feng, who wanted to come to help, and walked carefully to the center of the wooden platform.

Looking at the eyes of everyone in the audience, Zhang Yu took a deep breath, "You are enthusiastic and magnificent, you have shocked the kid, and the kid is rude." Zhang Yu has heard this novel word about strain since he was a child, and there should be no problem with using it here this time.

Zhang Yu's voice was very small, perhaps only the more than 100 yellow scarves closest to the wooden platform could hear it, but Zhang Yu's words that he thought were useful, the people in the audience listened to them, their expressions remained unchanged, and they looked confused, and they didn't know what to say.

Is that not true? Zhang Yu thought that saying this could resolve the embarrassment of his fall, but he didn't expect it to make him even more embarrassed, he really wanted to find a hole to drill down, but he was really embarrassed and thrown home.

Looking at Yang Feng's concerned eyes, and then looking at the seemingly nonexistent sneering eyes in the audience, Zhang Yu's mind turned, it's okay to say this.

As if shouting, very hard, shouting to the audience with all the strength of the body,

"Everyone, Fang Cai fell to the ground, just like the yellow scarf before, he was suppressed and couldn't raise his head, but the kid didn't give up, he still got up, stood in front of you, he fell down, he had to get up by himself, the yellow scarf was declining, he had to fight for his own life, we will always have the day to stand up! Huang Tian does not die, Huang Tian stands again! ”

The audience was still quiet, and no one moved. Isn't that okay?

Zhang Yu cast a look at Yang Feng for help, but what he saw was Yang Feng's unbelievable expression, and everyone in the audience also behaved like this.

Finally, there was movement somewhere in the audience, shouting,

"Huang Tian is not dead! Huang Tian stands again! ”

That was the slogan that Zhang Yu had just said, expressing the long-standing wish of the yellow scarves in the audience.

One sound, several followers, and then the whole audience, from the heart, shouted loudly,

"Huang Tian is not dead! Huang Tian stands again! ”

The shouts soared to the sky, no weaker than before.

In the shouting, Zhang Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that this level had finally passed.