Early November. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The autumn breeze is bleak.

Winter is coming.

Jizhou, in a mansion.

"The Great Dao Divine Power.."

Zhang Jiao recalled, lying on the bed, stunned and staring at the fallen leaves outside the window.

Before I knew it, a few months ago, the past came to mind...

"Yellow scarves should be punished!" Outside Nanyang, one person, one horse.

Arrows out, thunder extinguished.

Heavy, oppressive.

When the arrow arrives, the aura of the earth travels gathers, and the ten-mile plain is like a wave like the sea, surging and sinking.

"The power of the Great Dao.." Zhang Jiao and the air were forcibly drawn down.

The Yellow Turbans wailed and resisted, but to no avail.

The Tsukiji monk was terrified and tried to escape, but found himself suppressed and clung to the earth.

"The aura in the body is also bound.."

Zhang Jiao was unable to operate the aura room, and was subdued from the earth.

The earth has no light, and the hosts are destroyed.

One person and one arrow to kill the yellow scarf..

"If the poor road is not mistaken, there are eight arrows in this man's quiver.."

Run, run.

Zhang Jiao, who broke through the ground, endured the injuries in his body, without words, and went towards the sky.

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"And this person is only a fifth-level Qi cultivator."

Recall, Zhang Jiao smiled bitterly in the mansion, and sat on the edge of the bed a little weakly.

"And the poor road was also hit hard that day, and it needs to be adjusted in two or three months before making a decision to attack the city."

Though he is afraid, though he is afraid of the arrows.

But the Qi practitioner who held the arrow of the Great Dao was only one person after all, and his cultivation was not high.

However, there are a large number of Yellow Turbans, and all of them have exercises to cultivate, which is much higher than the incomplete Dao Law of the Han army.

"When the Yellow Turbans recuperate, avoid the arrow-wielding people and attack the city separately, after all, although the arrow-wielding people are powerful, they are only eight arrows.."

After Zhang Jiao lay on the bed on his side, when he felt the more serious injuries in his body, he couldn't help but sigh a little: "But for some reason, the injuries in the body are getting more and more serious now, and I am afraid that within ten years, I will not be able to recover its heyday."

Although he was injured by the arrows of the earth that day, it was only the damage to the meridians in his body, and it only took some time to recover.

After all, the cultivation of the person holding the arrow is not high, and he cannot fully use the full power of the arrow of the Great Dao.

I wanted to recover and then attack again.

But he didn't know why, since the Yellow Turban Army retreated to Yizhou, the meridians in his body gradually shattered, and a strange aura gathered in the dantian to prevent his injuries from repairing.

After months of pranayama meditation, to no avail.

"I'm afraid it won't be repaired in ten years."

Zhang Jiao muttered, distracted.

He now felt that the meridians in his body had all been shattered, like a bee hole, and he could no longer gather spiritual energy.

Not only that, in the Yuan Mansion, Yuan Ying seemed to be screaming.

A few days ago, after cracks appeared on the surface of its primordial baby, it was gradually emitting aura and dissipating.

Weakness, exhaustion.

Although he still has the realm of the Yuan Infant Stage, he doesn't even have the strength of ordinary people now.

"After the meridians are broken and the Yuan Infant is dispersed, it is the time when the Tao is lost."

Whew―

As if the wind was rising, when Zhang Jiao was lying on the bed, he suddenly felt a little cold and a little sleepy.

"The wind is blowing.."

The winter solstice is coming, cold, cold.

He wanted to open his eyes and get up to look for a quilt in the house, but his eyes felt heavy and heavy.

"Brother doesn't know what's going on.." A voice was heard outside the courtroom.

"I hope my brother will get better.." Sadness.

"Zhang Liang. Zhang Bao.." When he heard the voice coming, he opened his mouth and wanted the brothers who were talking in the courtyard to make a fire in the house to ward off the cold, but his voice was like a throat and he couldn't speak.

"There was no sound in the house, and my brother was breathing evenly." Outside the house, he stopped, "Brother should rest."

"Since the uprising, my brother hasn't rested for a long time.." Sigh.

"We can't bother my brother for everything, we should work for my brother..."

Feelings, sighs.

Outside the house, the footsteps are light, and gradually go away.

"Zhang Liang, Zhang Bao.."

Quiet, the cold wind seems to be colder.

Zhang Jiao was drowsy, as if he felt his body getting heavier and heavier.

Although his eyes were closed, he felt the hair on the top of his head gradually fall out.

"Blood.."

He breathed as if he had smelled rotting blood.

"Bloodstain .."

The palm of the hand moved slightly, and the viscous plasma was felt on the fingertips.

"It's the five decays of heaven and man.."

In the eyes of the godless, he seemed to see thunder and lightning coming towards him in the void.

"The yellow turban is not made.. The disciple has failed the master's trust."

Bloodstained palms fell.

Lightning, thunder shadows, like light and shadow turning in the void flashing...

"The sky is dead, and the yellow sky is in charge.."

The shouts came, and the spirits were high.

In the light and shadow, he seemed to see the beginning of the heavens before August, when the Yellow Turban revolted, there was a chain between heaven and earth.

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"Yellow scarves should be punished!"

The mountains turn, the ground covers.

The one who holds the arrow, one arrow destroys the yellow scarf...

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"You and I are destined.."

Taoist, herb farmer, book in the forest.

..

"Master, I want to repair the Lei Fa.."

Dressed in a Taoist robe, cultivating on the top of the mountain.

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"Master, the disciple doesn't want to go down the mountain.." The Taoist bows.

"You've done your work, so let's go down the mountain." Nanhua turned.

Wind, breeze, squall.

"Master.."

The people under the mountain were reluctant, bowed, hid in the mountains and forests, and wept bitterly.

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"Master.."

As if the past was repeated.

Zhang Jiao was in the light and shadow, looking at everything in a daze...

The departed self at the bottom of the mountain, and his own master on the top of the mountain.

"The matter of the yellow scarf, the disciple has not yet finished.."

Zhang Jiao in the void, his figure was a little illusory, as if it had dissipated.

He ignored the lightning of the void, thunder struck, and bowed to the master in the light and shadow.

Weeping, mourning.

When the thunder and lightning are about to strike...

"You're done.."

The sound is like the wind, coming from the light and shadow...

"See you again now."

He looked up, in the light and shadow, on the top of the mountain, Nanhua turned to smile at him...

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"Master!"

As if waking up from a dream, Zhang Jiao opened his eyes suddenly.

The dim sunlight, the clouds in the distant village.

The stream beside him, the Taoist on the boulder in front of him.

"Poor road. . . Where am I.."

Weird, confused.

Zhang Jiao muttered, and saw the master he missed day and night emerging from the stream, and the official man in the official uniform holding an account book.

"It's the master!"

He roared excitedly, leaving the doubts behind him, and hurriedly got up and bowed.

"Alas, I'm sorry for you.."

Nanhua sighed, then turned to the person beside him and said, "I'm tired of Cui Daoyou."

"Nanhua Daoyou is polite, if there is no order from the Dao Ancestor, I don't dare to do it at will."

Shaking his head, after Cui Ming returned the salute, when he crossed Zhang Jiao's name from the account book, he immediately said to Zhang Jiao, who didn't dare to disturb Nanhua's conversation: "In the scene, you have the past in this life, and how you have been contaminated with the cause and effect of the Heavenly Dao."

Passed on, uprising.

Heavens, punish you.

Heaven and man are decayed.

"The disciple actually knew when the baby was about to disperse a few days ago..." Open the horn and kowtow.

"If you weren't saved today, would you ever blame your teacher?" Nanhua wanted to help Zhang Jiao up.

Zhang Jiao never got up, kowtowed to Nanhua and said: "But if there is no master to pass the book, I am afraid that I will not be able to do anything for a lifetime."

Go up the mountain to collect medicine and barely survive.

There are no children at home, and there is no one to rely on when you are old.

"The disciple has never regretted it, nor has he ever blamed the master.." Say goodbye.