"Haha, the kid has you, you are worthy of the person who was once selected by the great sage and good teacher, amazing, amazing!"

Thinking that his troops had finally broken the shackles of the Heavenly Dao and embarked on a broad road belonging to the Yellow Turban Army, Deng Mao, who had already drunk a lot of wine and seemed a little intoxicated, patted Han Yuan's shoulder vigorously and praised it, and poured a large sip of liquor on the other. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In addition to the necessary defense and the scouts who were scattered, Xiaquyang was immersed in laughter and laughter at this moment, and tens of thousands of people from Deng Mao's department in several counties near Xiaquyang sang and danced in this city to celebrate tomorrow.

Deng Mao really couldn't believe that the first solid stone blocking the Yellow Turban Army was kicked away by them so easily, and the high-level leaders of the Yellow Turban Army would also be more solid because of the victory in this war.

The future of the Yellow Turbans, from today onwards, falls into their own control! How this is not worth a big celebration!

Xiaquyang is the first stop for the Yellow Turban Army to send out their own shouts, they want to fight, they want to win, they want to open up an altar belonging to the great sages and good teachers in the palace of Luoyang!

Under Quyang, the city visible to the naked eye is filled with laughter and laughter; And in the sky, the luck that ordinary people can't see is also quietly changing, belonging to the Han Empire, the vast red fire virtue transformed into a thick and calm deep loess virtue, this change, in an instant, the entire land of Jizhou two large yellow turban luck linked to one, for a time, the Yellow Turban Army Hebei Theater luck Dachang, on the contrary, the entire land of Hebei Han luck began to slowly become thinner.

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In Julu County, Julu Country, in a huge palace full of earthy yellow and religious colors, there is a Taoist priest wearing antlers sitting in the main hall. Suddenly, the originally calm Taoist suddenly stood up, and ran to the door of the main hall without his usual indifference, looking at the north, the Xia Quyang, which was already hopeless, and the fortune of the vast and brilliant red color, had been quietly replaced by the color of the thick earth belonging to the Yellow Turban Army.

"This, this?"

The Taoist who couldn't believe it, lost the style of the immortals on weekdays, at this moment, he wiped his eyes with both hands, and looked again, above the lower Quyang, the thick earth luck belonging to the Yellow Turban Army was still floating, and it had a stronger and stronger posture.

"Hahahaha, God bless me Yellow Turban, God bless me Zhang Jiao, those damn wealthy families, and the emperor of the corpse vegetarian meal, in this world, there is finally something you can't control!"

It turned out that this Taoist priest had been meditating peacefully, waiting for Deng Mao's great sage and mentor - Zhang Jiao, and just now in the meditation, he indifferently felt that the luck belonging to the Yellow Turban Army was almost doubled in an instant, and there was only one possibility, that is, Xia Quyang, which was in the headquarters and Cheng Yuanzhi's department, had been connected, and he couldn't believe that he had lost his usual style at the moment, and he was as happy and excited as a young man.

"Someone, quickly send the Yellow Turban Knight to meet Deng Mao's messenger."

Zhang Jiao, who waved his sleeves, shouted loudly outside at this moment, there was no longer the indifferent appearance of everything in the past, and at this moment he wanted to know, how did Xia Quyang break through?

You must know that the way of heaven belongs to the Han, and he can't change his life against the sky at this moment, let alone Deng Mao? What happened that made Deng Mao easily break through Xiaquyang on the second day after arriving in Xiaquyang.

As long as he knows this reason, will the Yellow Turban Army be able to make persistent efforts to win the entire Jizhou, and then gather the masters to attack the eastern capital of Luoyang!

He looked forward to it deeply.

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Different from the expectation mentality of Zhang Jiao in Julu, the eastern capital of Luoyang at this moment is simply like a blast of anger and fear.

Obviously the script has been written, why is there a problem with the execution? And it's also a problem that is not written in the script!

Imperial Palace, Lantai, General's Mansion, Situ Mansion, Taiwei Mansion, Sikong Mansion......

At this moment, every big mansion in Luoyang is indispensable to the noise of angry scolding and the clanging sound of broken things, and as soon as Xia Quyang is broken, it means that the entire Jizhou is out of control in an instant. And Jizhou is the richest land in Hebei, but also the most populous territory, more importantly, the terrain of Jizhou blocked the possibility of the soldiers and horses of the three states of You, and Qing to enter the division, it can be said that as soon as Jizhou was broken, the entire Hebei instantly lost contact with the division, and they were no longer able to gallop to the aid of the division.

At this moment, if Zhang Jiao waved his army south, then the vanguard of the Yellow Turban Army could go straight to the Tiger Pass, and if the Tiger Pass was lost, then Luo Yang was like a little girl who was stripped naked, trembling under the power of the Yellow Turban Army, and living in panic.

This is a huge blow to these pampered adults who enjoy life.

Originally, everyone was offstage, knocking melon seeds, laughing and talking about this farce on the stage, but suddenly found that when the performers broke through the shackles of the script and began to hold knives and guns at the audience, they panicked, they were afraid, and what they hope most now is to continue to use the ability in their hands to tie the minds of these performers, and then perform on the stage until the end.

As a result, a series of bright and dark meetings began to be quietly carried out in Luoyang City.

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Yingchuan, Xun's Academy, next to a small stone table in a small garden with birds and flowers, three young scholars gathered here quietly at the moment.

"Wenruo, Fengxiao, I want to go and see."

A slightly older young man with a mustache said while taking a sip of the wine in the gourd, looking at the north.

"It's too messy."

The young man known as Wen Ruo frowned, then looked up at the phenomenon of the two mixed fortunes in the north and persuaded.

"I'm going to check it out!"

The young man said again, but by now he had already strengthened his inner thoughts.

"Walk slowly! I'm here, waiting for you to come back and get drunk with me. ”

The young man who was called Fengxiao ignored Wen Ruo's frequent eye signals, and said softly with his fists in return.

"Then we'll see you again!"

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Runan, an old man sitting in a small courtyard deep in the mountains, looked at the celestial phenomena in the north, and after pinching his fingers and calculating, he sighed loudly.

"How is this good, luck changes, the sky is blurred, isn't this a sign that I know for 500 years before and 500 years later! How can you take back what has already been said? It's hard, it's hard! ”

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Xiangyang, Jingxiang has been a place of literature since ancient times, and from time to time literary gatherings have fascinated all kinds of talented and beautiful people, but at this moment, an old man at the party table is smiling and joking with another old man: "Yo, Shui Jing, the sentence you said, 'Wolong, the young phoenix can settle the world.'" 'Pretty right, isn't it?' ”

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Jiangdong, Sichuan, Shu, and Xiliang, at this moment, people of insight are all looking at the sky of Hebei deeply, standing for a long time, staring silently.