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On the side of the official road, Guo Jia looked at the distant merchants and fell into deep thought.

"It's really been more than a year, and now it's the first year of Zhongping.."

October 184 before the end of the year.

Emperor Ling and the imperial capital announced to the world, and ordered the year to be called, Zhongping.

"And before May, the cultists who called for the Yellow Turbans revolted.."

Guo Jia muttered.

Walking in the direction of Luoyang, I thought back to what the merchant had said before.

"This matter starts from Zhongping March.." The words of the departing merchant echoed in his mind.

..

Zhongping March..

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky is in charge!"

On the altar, Zhang Jiao raised his staff to the sky.

"The year is in Jiazi, and the world is lucky!"

In the audience, tens of thousands of Qi cultivators roared in response.

He wears a yellow scarf on his head and holds a sharp weapon.

Walk silently, travel hundreds of miles.

"Master, the disciple will soon be able to complete your instructions."

At night, Zhang Jiao looked at the first city.

The wind rises, the thunder moves..

..

The city is broken, panicked.

In April of Zhongping, Emperor Ling was furious when he learned about it.

"Who can crush these rebels?"

Speechless, bow your head.

Above the court, the ministers were quiet because of the anger of the Spirit Emperor.

"The old minister has a choice.."

An old man dressed in a scribe's official uniform bowed down to Emperor Ling...

..

"There is an order from the saint to order Dong Zhuo to suppress the Yellow Turban traitors."

At the end of April, the imperial court ordered it to be lowered.

In Liangzhou City, Dong Zhuo looked at a scribe who came from outside the mansion and said, "The imperial court sent me to suppress the Yellow Turban, what is Wenhe's strategy, might as well talk about it?"

"Woe to you."

Jia Xu opened his mouth, looked at Dong Zhuo, who was nervous because of his words, and explained: "Among the yellow scarves, there are many people who practice qi, and ordinary soldiers are not their opponents."

Zhang Jiao called the thunder method, and the yellow turban people were infinitely powerful.

"So what?!"

Hearing Jia Xu's words, thinking of the qi practitioner known as the Yellow Turban Lux in the Yellow Turban, Dong Zhuo panicked and spread out on the chair.

The orders of the imperial court cannot be violated, and the army of the Yellow Turbans cannot be defeated.

"This is my Dong Zhuo's dead end!"

Grief, Dong Zhuo shouted, and suddenly bowed to Jia Xu and said, "Please also ask Mr. to save me."

"The Lord is serious."

Jia Xu sighed and hurriedly helped Dong Zhuojian up, but a strange stone close to his waist shone brightly.

Warm, but not icy.

"What is this?" Dong Zhuo was stunned when he unintentionally saw it.

"If it's cold, there's no blessing or disaster, and if it's warm, disaster is coming."

Jia Xu muttered, and said in Dong Zhuo's ear: "The lord should be defeated, and avoiding it is the best policy."

..

Jun.

Dong Zhuo's army was defeated and held on to Liangzhou.

At this time, the yellow scarf is getting bigger and bigger.

"Who else can be sent?" The Spirit Emperor panicked.

"The old minister is willing to be the vanguard." After Zhu Jun and Huangfu Song and others glanced at each other, they knelt down together.

..

July..

Zhang Jiao has become a Yuanying monk, beckoning thunder, thousands of troops and horses can not stop, and he has occupied the three states of the Han Dynasty.

"Zhang Liang, Zhang Bao."

On the altar, Zhang Jiao looked at his two brothers and said, "You two have cultivated into a golden pill, which can make the spells on the Taiping God Book benefit their people."

On top of the Taiping technique, Zhang Bao practiced the technique of rain, and Zhang Liang practiced the method of calling electricity.

"And the two of them have formed a golden pill, and now they can apply rain and dew, relieve the drought of the fields, and protect the livelihood of thousands of people." Zhang Jiao sighed and looked at the arid farmland in the distance.

Thirteen states, this year's severe drought.

There are dried corpses in the river, and dead bones in the road.

In the first year of Zhongping, there was no rain and dew in the sky, not only the people of the three states within the Yellow Turban, but also most of them entered the Yellow Turban for their livelihood.

Even outside the three states, many people came in search of food and clothing.

Just because of the yellow scarf, Zhang Liang called the electric condensation clouds, and Zhang Bao led the clouds into the water.

Boom—

Thunder, rain.

Outside a county town, when the two of them cast spells, their faces were solemn, and they no longer had the restlessness they had been a year ago.

"I can't live up to my brother's trust."

Rejoice, pray.

When the two left, they looked at the people who were receiving the rain in the farmland, and a smile appeared on their tired faces.

"Neither can the people be disappointed.."

..

August..

"The Yellow Turban is too big to be stopped.."

Rout, flee to.

Huangfu Song left the territory of the five states.

Of the 100,000 troops, there are now only 1,000 left.

"Nanyang hasn't fallen yet.."

Dodge, run.

When the rout army fled to Nanyang, they found that the city gate had already been surrounded by the Yellow Turban Army, and the canal flags were planted everywhere.

"Is it going to kill my big man?"

Huangfu Song is desperate.

"General!" The soldiers wept sadly, they had no way out, just because Nanyang had reached the hinterland of the Han Dynasty.

Wailing, wailing.

The sorrow of a thousand people resounded through this plain.

"Huangfu Song."

The voice came, and Zhang Jiao and the air spoke: "Poor Dao remembers his loyalty, and you will end it yourself."

The words fell.

The battlefield is silent.

The Yellow Turbans were silent, and tens of thousands of people turned around and surrounded thousands of people.

Die, or fight.

Thousands of people stopped their wails and looked at their generals with their swords clenched.

Quiet.

Zhang Jiao was silent, and Huangfu Song was silent.

Zheng—

The sound is like a bowstring pulling apart, and the cold light is reflected from afar.

Trample.

Trample..

On the silent battlefield, the footsteps of war horses sounded.

"Yellow scarves should be punished!"

The roar sounded, and when everyone turned around, they saw a middle-aged man wearing shabby armor riding a horse from a distance.

"Who are you?"

Zhang Jiao frowned, and there was a sudden panic in his heart.

The big man didn't say anything.

After the horse stops, take the arrow and open the bow.

"Not good!"

Zhang Jiao's heart jumped, and between the fluctuations of spiritual energy, dark clouds gathered.

"I'm going to kill this guy first!"

Zhang Jiao thought that he was trying to lead the thunder to destroy his world, only to see the big man pull out an arrow engraved with the word Wutu from the nine-colored quiver.

Zheng!

The bow sounds, the arrow comes out.

The clouds disperse, and the thunder extinguishes.

Boom—

When the arrow arrives, the earth ripples and oscillates.

Like the sea, like the tide.

A radius of ten miles was turned over and destroyed.

On the plain, except for Huangfu Song and others, all the Yellow Turbans, whether they are martial arts masters or Yellow Turban Qi practitioners, are all buried under the earth and will never see the light of day.

"The Great Dao Magical Power.. Fortunately, this person's cultivation is not high.."

In a moment, the earth calmed down, Zhang Jiao was seriously injured and broke out of the earth, and fled in the air.

The big man didn't say a word, and rode away.

"Immortals.." Huangfu Song and others wanted to chase, but there were no war horses in Fangyuan, only some Taoist bamboo slips scattered on their bodies when the Yellow Turban people were buried in the earth...

The exercises are collected and handed over to the court.

In the barracks, soldiers practice.

Ten thousand armies attacked, and morale was like a rainbow.

In two months, the lost land of the three states has been recovered.

Among the Yellow Turbans, Zhang Jiao was seriously injured, and the Yellow Turban Qi Practitioners were all killed after the battle.

As a last resort, after Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang abandoned all the state capitals, they joined up with their brother Zhang Jiao, took the remaining Yellow Turbans, and retreated to Jizhou to recuperate.

..

Now.

Late October.

Inside an inn in Luoyang.

"This is the practice practiced by Qi practitioners?"

Guo Jia muttered, looking at a book on the table.

"I've read it no less than five times, and according to what is recorded in the volume, after the mind is empty, the aura in the air is pulled.."

Thinking in his heart, Guo Jia sat upright again, closed his eyes and realized.

After a moment, he opened his eyes.

"But why didn't I feel the aura recorded in the scroll? Is it because of my qualifications? Or is the inn too noisy? ”

Incomprehensible, confused.

Guo Jia stood up after thinking about it, picked up the bamboo slips on the table, and was about to find a quiet place to practice again.

"No, sir's qualifications, no."

In the compartment, words sounded, and a short, black-faced man came to Guo Jia.

"Calling Cao Cao, the word Mengde."

The big man arched his hand, modest, and bold, and explained to Guo Jia, who was becoming more and more confused: "Meng De has been observing Mr. for a long time, and I want to make friends here, and I hope it is not strange."

As he spoke, Cao Cao immediately pointed to the book in Guo Jia's hand and said, "And the qi training technique in Mr. is just an ordinary qi training explanation copied by others."

"Ordinary Qi Training?" Guo Jia looked at the bamboo slip in his hand.

This is what he bought at a hawker's premises after he came to Luoyang yesterday.

And this scene was also seen by Cao Cao.

"The businessman is profit-seeking, and the gentleman is afraid that he has been deceived.."

Cao Cao shook his head, and then in Guo Jia's somewhat sighing gaze, with a wave of his hand, a strong man walked in outside the door.

"Brother." The strong man spoke, holding several bamboo slips with black and red blood stains in his hands.

"Well, hard work."

Cao Cao nodded, took the bamboo slip in his hand with the strong man, and handed it to Guo Jia, and said with a smile on his dark face: "Sir, please see, these volumes are the things that were caught in the sand field that day."