Zhang Jiao was silent, and Ji Yu's words successfully aroused the joy and sorrow in his heart.

The dirt is washed away, the heart is clear, and the nature is considerable.

Ji Yu knew Zhang Jiao's intentions, so naturally he no longer needed an answer.

He stood up, walked to the door of the Chinese army's tent with his hands in his hands, looked up at the porcelain blue sky, and said leisurely: "A road, not a person walking, the thorns you split will always create shade for future generations." ”

When countless juniors follow his example and embark on this road, this road will naturally be very smooth, and they will be able to go further for him and send his dream to the other side for him. ”

In just two sentences, Zhang Jiao suddenly became enlightened.

Zhang Jiao said with great emotion: "You really don't look like a teenager, but like those old monsters who have lived for thousands of years. ”

Ji Yu narrowed his eyes and said meaningfully: "Who told you that if you look like a teenager, you must only live for a decade?"

When Zhang Jiao heard this, he trembled all over, and looked at Ji Yu with wide eyes in disbelief.

During this period, he remembered a lot of things, such as Ji Yu's sword intent that was actually better than the sword intent of a peerless immortal realm powerhouse, for example, Ji Yu's state of mind and mind were actually similar to that of a peerless immortal realm powerhouse.

Could it be that this person is reborn?

During the Qingming Dynasty, it rained a lot, and the Jingzhou front line went to war.

The alliance of the princes of the Ten Roads and the heroes of the world and the Red Turban Army fought, and under the strange ability of Zhang Jiao to call for wind and rain, the coalition army of the princes and the heroes of the world even though the fierce generals are like clouds and the elite soldiers are like the sea, but they have not been able to get half a bargain.

Lu Wenhou's terror was once again vividly exerted on the battlefield, if it weren't for the fire and the flood from nowhere, he would have been killed in Huangsha County and fought with Zhang Jiao.

Zhang Jiao looked at the mighty young man on the battlefield, remembering the fierce battle many years ago, and couldn't help but get wet with cold sweat on his back, and he became even sicker.

But the alliance of the princes of the Ten Roads and the heroes of the world still fought on an equal footing with the Red Turban Army, and no one could get the slightest benefit.

Ji Yu did not send troops, let alone appear on the battlefield.

Of course, no one cared where he was doing at this time, as long as he didn't fall to the Red Turban Army and suddenly attack the Alliance Army.

There is only pay, no gain, the princes of the Ten Roads and the heroes of the world are very distressed by their own efforts, so they are a little dissatisfied with this battle.

So, under the pressure of the princes of the Ten Roads and the heroes of the world, Wen Zhuo had the first conversation with Zhang Jiao.

A tall and strong big fat man, and a cloth cloth man with a goatee, a peachwood staff, and fairy wind bones, stood between the Red Turban Army and the coalition army, looking at each other, and the momentum was not weaker than anyone.

Wen Zhuo raised his eyebrows and said, "Zhang Jiao, you can't win this battle, join the imperial court, and I will ensure your success." ”

Zhang Jiao suddenly smiled and said, "Wen Zhuo, are you a three-year-old child?"

Wen Zhuo was not annoyed at all, and continued to persuade patiently: "Your face is so bad, anyone can see that you have run out of oil, what are you struggling with?"

Zhang Jiao was stunned when he heard this, he suddenly remembered what Ji Yu said to him at the beginning, so he smiled and said: "I'm not struggling, I'm overcoming obstacles and creating shade for future generations." ”

When Wen Zhuo heard this, he was stunned, and said with some annoyance: "So, we don't have to talk?"

Zhang Jiao asked: "What else do you want to talk about? We are not friends in the first place." ”

As soon as these words fell, a wolf-like smile appeared on the corner of Wen Zhuo's mouth.

From the direction of the coalition forces, a red shadow suddenly appeared, and the red shadow was wrapped in a beam of halberds that were brighter than the stars in the sky.

It's Lu Wenhou!

Zhang Jiao's face changed slightly, in the current Later Han Dynasty, the two people he feared the most were the unfathomable Ji Yu, and the other was the extremely terrifying Lu Wenhou.

However, he didn't make any moves, and perhaps he couldn't do anything anymore.

Because before he could make any moves, Lu Wenhou's Fang Tian Painting Halberd had already pierced Zhang Jiao's body.

However, there was no picture of blood spattering on the spot, but an extremely strange picture.

Zhang Jiao was shattered in the wind and rain.

Many people who don't know the goods widen their eyes and open their mouths wide, as if they have seen a ghost.

But people like Wen Zhuo and Lu Wenhou didn't know the goods, because they knew that Zhang Jiao just now was just a phantom.

Wen Zhuo looked at Zhang Jiao, who evaporated out of thin air, quite annoyed, all kinds of calculations were empty, and the ripe ducks flew, who could not be angry?

So, he had a gloomy face and waved his big hand: "Negotiations failed, withdraw the troops, and continue the all-out attack on the Red Turban Army tomorrow, his grandmother's!"

The Ten Princes and the allied forces of the world's heroes are at war with the Red Turban Army again, and they are more fierce than ever.

There are many people who touch fish, and Ji Yu is just one of them.

The cook and the drama also came to the vicinity of Huangsha County, and they were baking delicious food at an excellent viewing point.

The aroma rises with the wind and reaches the green clouds.

It's a dense forest.

The cook licked his lips, cut a piece of barbecue meat and put it in his mouth, and boasted with a look of enjoyment while chewing: "The dishes made by Lao Tzu are delicious, much more delicious than the imperial kitchen in the damn Great Qin Palace." ”

Xizi also cut a piece of barbecue meat and put it in his mouth, then nodded very approvingly, and said, "I heard that Emperor Shenwu of Great Qin called you to be the imperial chef, but you refused, why?"

The cook sneered, "Do you know how to sing for Da Qin?"

The actor shook his head and said, "No!"

The cook spread his hands, raised his glass, took a sip, and said, "That's it." ”

The drama said: "Zhang Jiao is going to die, I can't figure it out, since the ancestor of Western Chu has cultivated Zhang Jiaolai, why should he let him die!"

The cook sighed, cut another piece of roast meat, and said, "The chess in this spiritual secret realm is very chaotic, who can see it clearly?"

The drama said: "I always feel that something is wrong with this Ji Yu, as if there is a very familiar feeling." ”

The cook smiled and said, "You say, what is the chance of winning against Shang Lu Wenhou?"

The drama thought for a while and said: "I don't know, one person is unfathomable, and the other person is terrifying, how can this be compared, it can't be compared!"

The cook raised his eyebrows and said, "If that Ji Yu is also a talent, why don't you tie him up and make him an anti-Qin Shuangxiong?"

The corners of the actor's lips rose slightly, and he said, "That's a good idea!"

Then, the hearty laughter resounded through the dense forest, startling countless birds.

Gu rain, drifting heavy rain, but the stars and moon are very bright.

This is the tenth day of the fierce battle between the Ten Route Princes and the Heroes of the World and the Red Turban Army, and the wilderness of the Jingzhou front line has been like a mountain of bones and a river of blood.

After each battle, countless soldiers have to pull several cartloads of the corpses of their comrades, drag the severely wounded remnants, and return to their respective territories.

This battle was very tragic, a hundred times more tragic than the battle when Lu Wenhou suddenly turned against Ding Yuan in the million-strong army camp of the state.

However, Ji Yu didn't care about that.

He stood at the door of the tent, listening to the sound of the rain, feeling the humidity of the air and the coldness of the wind, and raised his head to look at the night sky high and far away.

There, a hazy red star suddenly fell, and in the thick inky night, a brilliant beam of light was drawn, which amazed the world.

I don't know how many people who see this meteor will make a wish to the sky at this time.

At least, in the city of Yizhou Prefecture, the little beggar in the "Shushui" calligraphy and painting shop made a promise to the sky.

However, Ji Yu knew that it was not a meteor, but because the Tiangong general Zhang Jiao died of illness.

At the moment when the meteor slipped and disappeared, he was like a huge black water bird, floating into the stormy night.