Golden Gate City, Golden Gate Road, Han Kingdom, a tall tower standing in the center of the city was built here in just ten days, which is the place where the great sages and good teachers devote themselves to cultivation and exchange with the Yellow Heaven, and the common people worship the Yellow Heaven.

The tower has a total of five floors, and the distance of nearly twenty meters is already very high at this time. If it weren't for the meaning of the Yellow Turban Army's rebellion, it would definitely be considered by the imperial court to be contempting the ancestral rules and violating the construction and destroying the family.

The fifth layer is where Zhang Jiao lives on weekdays, this place is a holy place for the Yellow Turban Army, and it is impossible for people with great merit and power to come here to meet the great sages and good teachers and receive the blessings of the Yellow Heaven.

Thinking about the superb abilities of those who are either sent as commanders of a place, or the unnatural skills of the commanders stationed in Golden Gate City, that makes everyone in the Yellow Turban Army flock to this place.

And now on the fifth floor, a thin hand like a chicken paw is on the windowsill, looking down at the crowd below from time to time through the gap between the wisps of windows, and showing a helpless wry smile.

On closer inspection, the skinny wrists, the wrinkled cheeks, and the large robes that clearly looked empty were as inconspicuous as the demons that had emerged from the graveyard.

If only others were enough, just hide at home and not show your head, and spend the rest of your life silently. It would be beautiful to have a wife and a filial son who will never leave you. But he can't, he is the divine envoy in the hearts of the Yellow Turban Army, the great sage and good teacher Zhang Jiao! How can this be? You must know that he is only in his 40s now, it is when he is in the prime of life, it is the time when a good man starts a business, but he has become like this. This makes him how to meet people! How do you meet the congregants who see him as God? How could he meet the congregational congregation who eagerly awaited his leadership on a glorious path to heaven? Thinking about the fact that although the Yellow Turban Army is now trapped in Kinmen City, they are still united, Zhang Jiao feels helpless. How can he be so good at commanding them? It is impossible to say that as soon as the sect members below saw his ghostly appearance, they instantly lost their faith and their combat power was sharply reduced, and they might even kill themselves to follow Huang Tian.

"Alas! I'm negative for the yellow sky. Huang Tian also bears me! ”

Raising his hands like chicken claws and putting them in front of his eyes, he shook his head sadly and let out his exclamation loudly. However, his sigh was very lacking in qi compared to before, and his breath was very short.

He opened his horn as the spokesperson of Huang Tian. Although he did not make Huang Tian extraordinary, he carried it forward to the limit of his ability. Now, he has become this ghost after using too much Taoism, whose fault is it? He couldn't tell the difference.

With Zhang Jiao's sigh, the room fell into dead silence again.

……

Until a knock on the door broke the silence of this unearthly place.

"Teacher. Zhang Baiqi begged to see! ”

With the knock on the door, Zhang Baiqi's clear but tired voice came in. This period of time really made him physically and mentally exhausted, and Zhang Jiao's delay in appearing made the morale of the troops below a little scattered, so that several commanders began to ask Zhang Baiqi about Zhang Baiqi's current situation in Zhang Jiao. Of course, it can't be said that Zhang Baiqi has been dragging to prevent a few commanders from disturbing Zhang Jiao's rest, if he hadn't been afraid of Zhang Jiao's authority, he would have come to visit the situation a long time ago. But in recent days, it seems that the temper of several commanders has become more and more irritable, and they can't say that they will forcibly 'meet' one day, and when they see Zhang Jiao's appearance, they are afraid that this news will not be saved, and the hearts of the generals are scattered, and what is the use of the soldiers below fighting to the death?

"Is it a white ride? Come on in! ”

Zhang Jiao, who heard the knock on the door, wrapped his big robe tightly and coughed twice, then said softly. Although his current situation is completely clear, Zhang Baiqi is completely clear. But Zhang Jiao, who still has a very strong sense of self-esteem, still doesn't want his disciples to see the teacher he admired at the beginning become like this, even if the robe on his body is tight, it can still be seen, which can be regarded as a kind of self-deception.

"Yes, Teacher!"

Zhang Baiqi, who opened the door softly, saw the emaciated figure in the room who was wearing a big robe but obviously unable to hold up, and felt sad for a while. Thinking about the teacher at the beginning, the majestic figure commanding the indifferent appearance of the Yellow Turban soldiers, and then looking at the current teacher is simply a chick that can be lifted, he has a burst of resentment in his heart. Resentment of his own incompetence, resentment of the selfishness of the leaders, and resentment of God's injustice made the teacher become this inhuman and ghostly appearance.

After turning around and closing the door tightly. Zhang Bai rode forward two steps and stood at a distance of about five steps from Zhang Jiao.

"Why did the White Rider come today?"

Zhang Baiqi here was worried about how to organize his language, but Zhang Jiao, who was standing by the window, asked first.

"Teacher, the disciple is incompetent. The military hearts below are fluctuating, and the major commanders have different intentions. The prestige of the disciple is not enough to suppress the situation, so I asked the teacher to teach me. ”

Although the situation in recent days is still stable, the rumors of the Han army have made the morale of the army below have been floating, and Zhang Baiqi really has no choice about the current situation.

"Alas, I have known this to happen, Huang God. Are you destined for the Yellow Turbans? ”

Although Zhang Jiao didn't say anything, he was always worried about this situation in his heart. The calm before the storm, but that's it.

"Go and tell them, this Heavenly Master will cast a spell on the school field two days later to ask for Huang Tian's blessing, and fight to the death with the Han army!"

Zhang Jiao, who was silent for a while, gritted his teeth and said hatefully. That tone is full of a gambler's meaning, a big gamble of life and death, I Zhang Jiao will take this rotten life and let me gamble again!

"Teacher, you?"

After hearing Zhang Jiao's words, Zhang Baiqi, who had lowered his head slightly and blamed himself, was stunned for a while. He knew what the teacher's body was caused by, it had become like this, if he still performed the spell, would he still be able to live?

"Teacher, don't do it!"

Zhang Baiqi, who came back to his senses, suddenly knelt on the ground and prayed. This spell may take Zhang Jiao's life, and when the time comes, what if he wins? Is the Yellow Turban Army still the Yellow Turban Army without Zhang Jiao? Besides, the spell was cast many times in the past and it didn't work, can it still work this time? If Zhang Jiao of the Han Army can't win, but he goes, then the Yellow Turban Army is really in trouble.

"Okay, I've made up my mind, go and tell me!"

Hearing the disciple's advice and behavior, Zhang Jiao smiled slightly, waved his hand, and said in a resolute tone.

"This? Be! (To be continued.) )