Zhang Jiao frowned, and the robe with gossip tattooed on the back of the yellow background on his body fluttered, and in the room, when there was no wind, he also moved by himself. A half-booked volume on the table next to it was opened, and the pages were flipped straight through until the last page was closed.

These are just the environment that changes with Zhang Jiao's state of mind, and there are waves in his heart, and the flooding waves overflow from his heart and chest, turning into the wind that grows out of nothingness in the house, constantly circling. Some people's hearts don't change, everything doesn't change, their hearts change, but they only change their perspective on things around them, but they can't be like opening their horns, their hearts are moving, everything in the room moves with the wind.

After a while, Zhang Jiao exhaled, and the wind in the room finally disappeared. Sure enough, whether you can see the destiny of heaven or not, what can be changed has already changed. What doesn't change, no matter how much you do, it's still the same. It's like destiny is playing a joke on you, it tells you that you can change, you can do it, but when you really start to do it, halfway through it, you realize that what you have changed, and in the end, the result is still the same.

He thought he could change a lot, but only now did he realize that the result he wanted was too far away from him. All the plans, all the hard work is intertwined, but it can't match the fact that his life is short.

Zhang Jiao stretched out his hand, his palm was upward, and it was difficult to see a little flesh in his entire palm, leaving only a thin layer of skin still covering his head. The five fingers were slender and thin, shriveled like a chicken claw, and there was a mass of dried red crystals left in the palm of the palm.

Recently, he vomited blood and vomited more severely, and his mind was exhausted in constant planning. Coupled with the continuous use of all kinds of immortal arts, and capturing the trajectory of the destiny from the long river of fate, he has seriously overdrawn his body, and he basically vomits blood two or three times a day.

He knew that he couldn't last much longer, and with his current physical condition, he should have recuperated well, but he couldn't. Everything in the Yellow Turban Army needs to be asked by him, and once he relaxes a little, he doesn't know what the situation will collapse into, so Zhang Jiao has no time to recuperate. This also caused his body, in the overdraft again and again, to come to an end, like the edge of a cliff, which could fall at any time.

will die. Zhang Jiao understood this, and he coughed lightly again, covering his mouth with one hand, and his chest rose and fell violently. "Ahem cough ......" The last cough was very heavy, and when Zhang Jiao removed his palm, the dried red crystals were covered with fresh blood, and in these, there were dark red blood clots.

After a faint glance, Zhang Jiao removed his palm, and as soon as his mind moved, his palm prompted hot gas, and the blood quickly evaporated into red crystals. Zhang Jiao paused, his face was flushed with an indelible flush, and his whole heart was beating violently, as if he was about to jump out of his throat.

How long it can last, Zhang Jiao is not sure! But he will definitely continue to die until the moment of death, because he is unwilling, because there are still so many people who believe in him standing behind him! The yellow sky that once looked up at the sky and appeared in his eyes, he wished that one day he could really see its traces.

Mandate of Heaven, he doesn't believe in Mandate of Heaven! Even if this is the mandate of heaven, he will not accept it, what is the mandate of heaven, the mandate of heaven is in my hands! Zhang Jiao showed an unbridled smile, laughing happily, and laughing wantonly. From time to time, it was accompanied by a few coughs, but it couldn't stop Zhang Jiao's laughter, anyway, they were all people who were about to die, and they had a fight against the destiny of heaven, so what?

With a fixed gaze, Zhang Jiao stretched out his hand, and suddenly in the palm of his hand, a paper crane folded into white paper appeared. On the surface of the paper crane, there are countless small characters, hovering in Zhang Jiao's palm.

He took off the crane, dismantled it into a crumpled piece of paper, looked at it with a corner, and looked at it slightly. He put the note on his lap and began to sink into deep thought, and it was a moment before he lifted his head and walked down from his seat.

This is a letter sent to him by the second and third brothers, and they are almost near Guangzong, so they sent a letter asking him to encircle left and right, and defeat Guangzong's Han army before Yingchuan pursues the Han army that came to support. This is probably their only chance, and if these two armies are allowed to merge, they are afraid that the chances of victory will be even more slim.

But the camp of the Han army of Guangzong is well defended, and it is not so easy to capture, even if the left and right are encircled, the Han army of Yingchuan is also very tight. Once the war starts, then this army will be killed at any time from behind the second brother Zhang Bao and the third brother Zhang Liang. At that time, it will not be surrounded left and right, but trapped by the Han army inside and outside.

It can only be fast, and the soldiers are fast. Without much thought, Zhang Jiao took a step, and the whole person's body disappeared from the base camp of Julu Taiping Road. When he reappeared, he had already come to the Taoist altar in Guangzong City, his feet were stepping on the void, he was hanging in the sky, and in the distance, what fell into his eyes was the Guangzong camp of the Han army.

At the top of the altar, a huge incense burner arches, and the incense burner is planted with three pillars of incense, and wisps of smoke drift away with the wind. On this altar, incense burns every day, for this moment.

Zhang Jiao stepped on the void, stepped on the seven stars, and every step he stepped on, there would be a bright spot in the position under his feet. Until the last step was taken, from the void, an invisible wave vibrated from Zhang Jiao's side. From him outward, the wind swirled, attracting the dust and sand in the air, forming a large whirlwind, facing outward, constantly expanding.

The flags planted around the altar are hunting, and even the flagpole is shaking, and it may be pulled out at any time. Even the roof tiles of the surrounding houses fell one by one, smashing to the ground and becoming broken tiles.

"The wind is coming."

There was a wind coming from the east, blowing towards the camp of the Han army of Guangzong. Burst after burst, with the sand, dust, mud and stone along the way, turned into a storm and swept away.

"The clouds rise."

The clouds rose and spread rapidly, gradually obscuring the entire sky, until finally, the sky hung upside down. Those clouds and mist were carried by the hurricane and drifted to the sky above the camp of the Han army of Guangzong, and quickly, the entire camp was covered in this cloud and mist so thick that it could completely obscure people's vision.

Zhang Jiao continued to flow blood from his mouth, and red blood spots fell, leaving mottled and bright marks on his robe. He raised his head and looked up at the sky, and from the sky, a huge figure appeared, from the vastness, looking at the sky, his eyes were full of irony and rebelliousness.

(End of chapter)