In the next few days, the officers and soldiers of the Yellow Turban and Han armies gathered in the vicinity of Guangzong City and outside the city, together there were more than 10 million people.

With so many officers and men of the two opposing armies, friction naturally continued, but from the beginning to the end, it was only friction on a small scale, and no one had any intention of taking the initiative to launch a large-scale attack.

The atmosphere seemed calm.

Like the last hard-won calm before a storm......

It's night.

Yingyu's descendants are stationed in the military camp of the soldiers.

Ying Yugao sat on top of the main case of his camp, holding a letter, silent, but a pair of brows furrowed slightly.

There are only six simple big characters on the letter-

Those who destroy the Han will eventually win.

"Yingma, in addition to this letter, my great sage and good teacher also asked me to bring you a message."

Below the main case, in the camp, a middle-aged man with a mediocre appearance said, paused slightly, and then looked at Yingyu and continued:

"Horse, have you ever wondered about the future?"

"What do you mean?"

"My great sage and mentor once glimpsed a glimmer of heaven with divine magic, and that glimmer of heaven is the future."

The middle-aged man with a mediocre appearance smiled and said, his face was light and calm, as if this trip was not a life of nine deaths, and this place was not a Longtan tiger's den.

All the soldiers on the side, Bai Qi, Dian Wei, and several soldiers of the Black Armor Army, were all secretly on guard, but they were also silent.

For a time, the whole tent was terrifyingly quiet.

Less leaning.

"Your Excellency may as well say it directly, what is the purpose of your visit?"

Yingyu's face was as plain as water, making people not see a trace of joy, anger and fear, and her voice was full of indifference.

"Clever!"

The mediocre-looking middle-aged man smiled and admired, and then then continued with a change of voice:

"My great sage and good teacher, now, is located somewhere outside Guangzong City, and I want to ask you to talk to you in the past."

"Great sages? Zhang Jiao? Don't you think it's ridiculous that he's a dying man, ask me to come over, Your Excellency? ”

"Of course I don't."

"What if, I say, is it about the future that the great sage and good master glimpsed through divine arts, is it about the Emperor Han Ling, the son of heaven of the Han court, or is it about the princess of Wannian?"

"Is the horse really indifferent? Don't want to know? ”

The middle-aged man smiled, and when he said this, he stopped speaking, and looked at Yingyu with a pair of eyes, and there was quite a momentum in his body, obviously he had already made up his mind in his heart.

After a while, he continued:

"Ying Ma, life is like a dream, a dream of red dust for more than ten years...... The blood of the beautiful woman stained the sword of the Son of Heaven ......"

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A hidden place outside the city of Gwangjong.

An old man with gray hair, his eyes are full of cloudiness, as if he is dying in the twilight, and his life is coming to an end.

He sat on a wooden chair, let the night breeze blow, and looked into the distance with a blank look in his eyes, for a long time, without blinking......

"Daddy......"

On the old man's side, a seven or eight-year-old girl looked at the old man and called softly.

The old man came back to his senses when he heard this, and looked at the little girl, his cloudy eyes were full of thick reluctance, and the kindness that could not be dissolved.

"Ning'er ......"

"After Daddy leaves, you will follow your second uncle and them, you must live well, and don't think about any Taiping Dao......"

"Daddy, Ning'er doesn't leave, Ning'er wants to be by Daddy's side all the time......"

"Nonsense!"

"Ahem......"

The old man's tone deliberately aggravated a little, but as soon as the words came out, a mouthful of blood coughed out of his throat uncontrollably.

The complexion, which was originally as pale as paper, was even more pale at this time.

"Daddy!"

"Great Sage and Good Teacher!!"

"It's okay......"

The old man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve indifferently, muttered softly as if inexplicably, and muttered to himself:

"People are just people, and the sky is still the ...... after all"

And just like that, the atmosphere fell silent.

After a long time, there was only one person who asked with doubts:

"Great Sage and Good Master, will Ying Qiyu really come?"

"He's coming."

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