Contrary to Han Yuan's expectations, the place where Zhang Jiao met was not the center of Julu City, that is, the holy place in the Yellow Turban Army, the "Yellow Heaven" where Zhang Jiao usually sat and worshiped God, but it was not close, and it was almost in an unknown house in the civilian area. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The furnishings in the room were not always religious, there were no statues, incense burners, just an empty hall, a few yellow futons, and nothing else.

And Zhang Jiao, the great sage and mentor, sat quietly on the futon in the center of the room.

"Han Yuan participates in the Great Sage and Good Teacher."

Han Yuan, who had just been introduced by Daotong, bowed down to say hello when he saw this situation.

"Well, Han Yuan, you are from Xindu."

After hearing Han Yuan's voice, he shook the corners of his cuffs slightly, slowly stood up, and asked with his eyes level at Han Yuan.

"Yes, Yuan is a native of Xindu, his father Han Guang once served as the lieutenant of Wuyi County, when Yuan was two years old, he was framed by the family, dismissed, and died of depression soon after returning home, and then he was slandered by the squire, and the family property was sold clean, and the mother had to live in the spinning room, doing some rough work to support my sister and brother, and then the sister married far away from Hedong, and the mother eventually became ill from hard work, and followed the father, and the far away was to participate in my yellow scarf, and take revenge on those evil officials and gentry who are rich and unkind!"

I believe that Zhang Jiao has already checked the eighteenth generation of his ancestors, and there is nothing to hide from his own information, so Han Yuan introduced himself without saying a word, and did not say a word.

"Hmm."

After hearing Han Yuan's truth, Zhang Jiao nodded, and continued to stare at the top of Han Yuan's head.

And at such a close distance, Han Yuan once again carefully looked at Zhang Jiao's face, the current Zhang Jiao's hair was simply tied up by a piece of yellow silk, the black hair reflected Zhang Jiao's healthy body, the combination of eyes and eyebrows was no different from ordinary people, but the divine light flashed in his indifferent eyes from time to time, so that Han Yuan had a trace of awe, the firm nose bridge, the lips that were not thin or thick, and the white and beardless face, the whole person revealed a burst of dusty breath.

"Why doesn't this face look like a sick person?"

Knowing that this great sage and good teacher would die of illness in a few months, Han Yuan couldn't see that he was not feeling the slightest.

You must know that even if he was poisoned by taking pills on weekdays, it would not be a problem for him to last for at least three and five years, and this question was deeply entangled in Han Yuan's heart.

"Huh?"

Han Yuan was looking at Zhang Jiao with his eyes, but Zhang Jiao was using a spell to test Han Yuan's heels, but after some observation, Zhang Jiao, who was the top great master in this world, exclaimed in surprise at this moment.

"Great Sage and Good Master, what's wrong with me?"

Han Yuan, who couldn't treat Zhang Jiao in front of him as the trick in history, couldn't help but ask tentatively after hearing Zhang Jiao's exclamation.

"Han Yuan, are you willing to worship me as a teacher?"

Frowning, Zhang Jiao slowly walked back and forth a few times in Han Yuan's slowly becoming nervous gaze, and suddenly asked.

"Apprenticeship?"

This word made Han Yuan hesitate for a while, you must know that if you apprentice Zhang Jiao, the benefits are simply needless to say, at least those Taoist techniques that ordinary people can hope for can be taught; But in this way, the aftermath is even more endless, you must know that after the defeat of the rebel army, if his identity is exposed, it is a moving Boss, which will attract the interest of people of insight throughout the world, and it is strange that he will not die when the time comes!

However, if he hadn't studied with Zhang Jiao, where would he have learned the profound Dao now? He knew that he would be turbulent in the next few years, and knew that if he didn't become strong before Dong Zhuo's chaos began, he would definitely be displaced like Liu Bei in the later period, and that was not the life he wanted to live!

The hesitation on Han Yuan's face was written on his face, as one of the top great masters in the world, Zhang Jiao was not only able to clearly observe the heavenly phenomena, but also knew people's hearts very well.

From the battle of Quyang under the strategy, it can be found that Han Yuan is extremely smart, and all kinds of strategies are at his fingertips, and he is a rare talent, and today's Yellow Turban Army lacks this talent.

But at the same time, smart people will also know the next development of the Yellow Turban, how can a force that cannot last last, how can it be tied to this kind of talent?

"Han Yuan, are you worried about the defeat of my yellow scarf?"

Zhang Jiao, who had gradually had an idea in his heart, asked softly to the tangled Han Yuan.

"Yes, ah, no, not ......"

Han Yuan, who didn't react, naturally confided in his heart, even if he was extremely saved, he understood that Zhang Jiao knew what he meant.

"Ugh."

A heavy and long sigh suddenly raised Han Yuan's heart to his throat, and he wanted to refute it, but he also clearly knew how weak and powerless his current argument was, and he could only pin his hope on Zhang Jiao's benevolence.

"Is the general trend of the Yellow Turban so obvious?"

Another sigh, the helplessness in Zhang Jiao's words made Han Yuan a little moved.

"Don't worry, you are just my disciple, I will not impose the Yellow Turban on you, at that time, for the continuation of my Yellow Turban, you should go away happily, you don't have to accompany me, an old man, to enjoy this remnant of life."

Zhang Jiao, who shook his head, continued to focus on Han Yuan's body, it was obvious that he did not blame him for Han Yuan's thoughts, on the contrary, he still wanted to accept Han Yuan as a disciple.

"The teacher is above, please accept the disciple Han Yuan's worship!"

As a human spirit, Han Yuan naturally understood the meaning of Zhang Jiao's words, and knew that he might be able to have both fish and bear paws, so he knelt on the ground without hesitation, and honestly knelt down and bowed to Zhang Jiao.

"Okay, well, in that case, you are my thirty-seventh disciple, my closed disciple!"

Waiting for Han Yuan to finish kneeling and knocking, Zhang Jiao helped him up with a kind eyebrow, met his puzzled gaze, and gave him a simple explanation.

"I accept you as a disciple, and I also have selfish intentions. On the one hand, you are talented, and you are the wise man and pillar that is missing in my Yellow Turban Army; On both sides, your luck may be able to help my Yellow Turban Army change its life against the sky and achieve great things; Three, I can't bear to be so virtuous, and I can use it for this tyrant! I can't bear to let you be so old and live in the world! ”

After a few words, Zhang Jiao patted Han Yuan's shoulder and sat down quietly on the futon.

Han Yuan had the heart to ask again, but looking at Zhang Jiao's posture, and then thinking of the sky outside, he kowtowed and said goodbye.