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The streets are deserted and there are few vendors.

Next to the roadside houses, it seems that farmers who do not have to work in the field of agriculture are kneeling and praying and begging.

The humility and fanaticism on the face conceal the sallow yellow color caused by hunger.

The street side sounds are cluttered with requests.

"Ask the immortal to bless you.."

"Immortals, save me, etc.."

The crowd prayed and became numb one after another.

As usual, when he bowed in a daze.

"An immortal disciple is here!" A farmer raised his body and couldn't help but shout excitedly when he saw the two of them walking in outside the county gate.

"Go!"

"The Yellow Turban Immortal is here!"

"There's food!"

Everyone was excited, got up one after another, and hurried to the city gate not far away.

"The immortals are going to give out food!"

It is only 100 meters outside the county, and everyone is full of hope, which can be described as thinking.

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"If you don't want to die, get out!"

The immortal in his mind pulled out the blade on his waist.

The cold light blinded in the sun, and after the excited and numb eyes showed a look of horror, they gradually dissipated.

"The Yellow Turban Immortals treat us as pigs and sheep, and they are used for profit, and slaughtered when they are useless." Someone in the crowd muttered.

"Nonsense!" An old man interrupted the words, the horror in his eyes dissipated, and he said with a pious color: "It should be our lack of sincerity that makes the immortals angry."

"Yes, we should join the Yellow Turban Immortals, so that the immortals can know that we are pious, so that we can bless us."

"Yes, yes.."

Some remorse, others were angry, and they left one after another.

"Let the strong man smile."

Outside the county seat, after the man with a yellow scarf on his head saw everyone disperse, he put away his blade and arched his hand towards a red-faced man, as if he had done it before, but it was just a trivial thing that he was accustomed to.

When the big man heard this, he looked at the people in the city, showing his unbearability, but he didn't speak.

After all, he had seen many mobs along the way, and in extraordinary times, they had to be suppressed by force.

"And now there is no way out, take refuge here, I hope that the Yellow Turban Army is the army of justice."

The name of the Yellow Turban has now spread all over the four states of Hedong, and he has heard of it for a long time.

He wanted to take refuge, but he didn't expect that the scene on the streets of the town was similar to the scene he encountered along the way.

The Han Dynasty declined, and the same is true of Hedong in the territory.

Gate valves are everywhere, and the views of high-ranking households, all the people are bored.

"It seems that the yellow scarf is difficult to stand alone, and the scene is like this everywhere.."

Dahan sighed, and for a while he was a little silent.

I didn't dare to look up at the people in pain around me, but subconsciously followed the people in front of me.

"Strong, strong?"

"Huh?"

The big man looked up, heard the words of the Yellow Turban soldier, and saw that he had stopped.

"It's already here."

Seeing that the big man came back to his senses, the Yellow Turban soldiers laughed, as if they didn't mind the big man's rudeness.

"Look."

The Yellow Turban soldier stretched out his hand, pointed to a large mansion in front of him, and said, "That is the residence of Commander Zhao, and it is also the Dharma field."

"This is it?" Dahan heard it and followed the Yellow Turban soldiers' hopes.

The mansion in front of me is spacious, made of stone bricks, and there are unknown talismans pasted on the side of the wall.

Atmospheric, magnificent.

The people who come in and out are rich, unlike the decay of the town.

"So much more."

When the big man saw it, he was a little angry, and pointed to the people in the town and said, "Why didn't you give alms and food before?"

"Don't be angry."

The Yellow Turban soldier waved his hand and explained: "Just because these are all Yellow Turban people, and the leader is the county leader of this county, and he is also the big family of this county, and he is in the same vein as the pre-Qin historians, so he has some assets."

The county is the lord of a county.

A historian is an official recorded in history in the court.

"It's a big family." The big man snorted coldly and clenched his fists.

Perhaps it was forced to say more in the past.

"And degassing, degassing." The Yellow Turban soldiers advised.

"Ugh." When the big man heard this, he sighed and said in a low voice: "I haven't been angry, I just feel that I'm useless."

"How can a strong man be useless?"

The Yellow Turban Soldier shook his head, patted the big man on the shoulder, laughed, and asked, "My name is Chen Yuan, and I haven't asked what the name of the strong man is?"

"Guan Yu, the word cloud is long.."

..

At night.

The people of the town have no lights and are quiet.

in town.

The Commander's Mansion.

The seats were full, singing and dancing, and the table in the house was full of guests with yellow scarves.

"Congratulations to the Commander for taking another fierce general!"

"Congratulations, congratulations."

"It's still Chen Yuan who has eyes."

"No, that kid goes out for a stroll all day, and when he meets people, he invites him to join me in the yellow scarf."

Everyone talked and laughed, pushed their glasses, and got up to toast around the two people at a desk.

"Thank you!" Chen Yuan did not refuse to come and drank heavily.

"Hmm." Guan Yu was a little silent and drank lightly.

"What's the shelf?" Everyone frowned, their faces were a little ugly, and they turned to toast at Chen Yuan.

"!" Chen Yuan's face turned red.

"Good!"

"One more bowl."

Chen Yuanneng is martial and valuable, and he is valued by the commanders, and everyone knows it, and they are coaxed one after another.

"Haha, don't praise him anymore."

When the first person saw it, he laughed, raised his wine glass, looked at Chen Yuan, who was a little shaky, and said, "Drink this cup!"

"Commander Xie!"

Chen Yuan shook his feet, saluted, and drank it all in one gulp.

Guan Yu couldn't bear it when he saw it, and persuaded in a low voice: "You have drunk a lot, don't ask.."

"The surname is Guan!"

A big man interrupted, and said with a smell of wine in his mouth: "If you don't drink, how can you care about other people's affairs?"

"Yes."

"Just join the yellow scarf, is it inevitably more lenient?"

The crowd was angry.

"Brothers, don't make jokes."

One person saw that the atmosphere in the stadium was not right, and said with a haha: "It's just drinking together."

"Yes, yes, it's just drinking." Chen Yuan also pulled Guan Yuyijiao and persuaded.

Chen Yuan's words fell.

The mansion is quiet, and the singers are silent.

Everyone looked at Guan Yu with a smile on their faces, wanting to see how he could explain.

"Okay." Guan Yu laughed at himself and got up.

"If you don't talk about drinking, can I take care of it?"

Guan Yu walked into the middle of the field, pointed to the dishes that everyone had sprinkled on the ground, and said, "Wine and dishes are so wasteful, so why don't you save the people in the town?"

The people in the town are suffering, and the singing and dancing in the house are peaceful.

Guan Yu was sad and indignant, looking at the people in the upper seat.

"Bold!"

"You little reckless, how dare you talk to the commander like this?"

The crowd was furious, and they respected the leader of the immortal arts and worshiped him as an immortal.

At this time, seeing Guan Yu's accusation, how could he not be angry.

"Look for death!" One man roared, and everyone pulled out their weapons at their waists, vowing to behead this person to the house.

The singer was frightened and knelt on the ground one after another.

Chen Yuan got up and wanted to stop it.

"It's just a pariah."

The commander laughed, took out a piece of broken gold from his arms and still touched the ground, and when he looked at Guan Yu, his tone was charity: "That's what we're waiting for, if you drink alcohol today, even if you enter the yellow scarf, you can do the same."

The words fell.

Guan Yu was silent.

He recalled that many years ago, he was suppressed by Haoqiang.

Kill it, run for your life, and wander for many years.

He tilted his head.

Chen Yuan's worried eyes in front of the table, and the weapons of everyone in the mansion reflecting the cold light under the firelight.

He was silent, reminiscing about the past.

Bow your head, bend down and pick up the gold that is still under your rule and on the ground.

He smiled wryly.

Raise a jar of wine and drink it all.

When the commander and the others saw it, they laughed and disdained, and drank with each other.

Guan Yu was silent at everyone's ridicule.

He came to the desk, took the singer, and then came to the arena together and danced with the singer.

The house pushed the cups and handed over the lamps, and everyone ignored him.

I don't know how long, the night outside the house became thicker, and the moon was obscured.

Everyone in the house was drunk.

Outside the house, there were low weepings of the people.

When Guan Yu heard this, he clenched his fists.

The decay of the Han Dynasty and the misery of the people.

The oppression of Haoqiang, the unkindness of the Yellow Turban.

Incognito and fled to other places.

"I want to give the world a peace!"

He took off his robe.

Push the singer away.

Pull out the weapon of one person next to him...

..

The fire ignited from inside the mansion.

Tick..

Blood dripped down the steps, and corpses lay in front of the desk.

The knife in Guan Yu's hand was dyed red.

He put on the robe he had taken off, and he could not bear the blood of the new robe.

He pushed the singer away, for fear of hurting the innocent.

He looked at the dead Lord, and because he didn't know how to do it, he could only get him drunk.

He drew his weapon because everyone deserved to be killed!

Night.

The door of the granary was opened, and among the bags of grain, Guan Yu took a piece of dry cake from it.

"Let's go."

After Chen Yuan waved his hand, he turned around and left.

"Brother Chen, goodbye."

Guan Yu was reluctant to give up his hand and walked towards the night.

The town was chaotic, and the people poured into the mansion with cheers and tears.

At night.

Guan Yu, who was outside the town, heard it and smiled.

He looked at the book he had received from the Commander.

A volume of cultivation in the Yellow Turban.

and a volume of unfinished Spring and Autumn Historical Records..

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"I've been waiting for five years.."

Inside the mansion.

After Chen Yuan looked at the night, he turned around and stepped into the sea of fire in the mansion.

Flames hit.

Chen Yuan smiled and turned into catkins.

It floated out of the house, out of the fire, out of the city.

White clouds, flying birds, mountains.

It floated to the forest, to the village, to the stream.

Floated into the hands of a person dressed in a robe of the landscape, sun and moon..

"Chen Yuan is the fate of the dust.."