Another cavalryman came out from under the water, and when he saw the blood gushing out of the water, his expression changed, and he immediately fled to the shore, but before he could swim two steps, a sword qi of water hit his junior from behind, and suddenly a cold air made his whole body stiffen.

Zhang Jun swam forward and put the blade on the throat of the cavalry, sent him and his companions down to the Yellow Spring, and after solving the two cavalry, Zhang Jun turned back to find the third, but found that the third cavalry was dead, and was trampled to death by the panicked war horse.

The war horses kept tossing in the river and gradually jumped out of the river, Zhang Jun pulled a war horse and left quickly, and by the time the Yellow Turban Army arrived, Zhang Jun had already left them far behind.

There are no coordinates in the mountain, Zhang Jun can only judge the direction according to the sun, and he doesn't know how to get there along a path, at this time Zhang Jun noticed that some villagers in the mountain forest are still plowing the fields.

These villagers are isolated from the outside world, so they are far away from the scourge of war, and the village is not rich, but they live a stable and peaceful life, but they are many times more comfortable than the outside world.

"This village ......"

Zhang Jun faintly felt that it was not simple, even if it was isolated from the outside world, but the villagers used firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea to eat and contact with the outside world, and it was not so easy to really be isolated from the world.

He had a hunch that there seemed to be some special plot arrangement hidden here, and since he couldn't complete the side quests, he might as well try it out and see if he could find some other quests.

After seeing Zhang Jun, the villagers' expressions suddenly became nervous, and some men came out of the field with their hoes in their hands, and at the same time looked at Zhang Jun with vigilant eyes.

Zhang Jun's ability to observe words and emotions can be said to have been perfected, and a glance at the eyes of the villagers knew that they must be afraid that they were scouts of warlords from the outside world, and they were worried that they would go back and expose their location and attract outside interference.

Zhang Jun took off his clothes, jumped off his horse, and walked to the village on foot, when several men who were originally working in the fields quickly gathered together and stopped in front of Zhang Jun.

"Stop, what are you doing!"

Although they were only holding farm tools in their hands, they did not have the slightest fear of Zhang Jun, Zhang Jun waved his hand to salute a few villagers and said: "In Xia Yunyou, Fang Shi is just passing by here, and there is no malice. ”

Although the folk customs in ancient times were simple, but not to the extent of stupidity and incorrigibility, an old farmer saw Zhang Jun's war horse and looked at the clothes on Zhang Jun's horse's back, and said coldly: "Nonsense, you are clearly a military man outside, say!" You are not a scout of the Yellow Turban thieves. ”

Zhang Jun frowned, did not hurriedly deny it, and said indifferently: "The Yellow Turban anti-thieves are a disaster for the world, and everyone will be punished, although I am a wandering monk, but I can't see them for the people, so I joined the Han family to protect the family and defend the country, and the four Yellow Turban anti-thieves were chased by the Yellow Turban anti-thieves and fled here." ”

When the villagers heard this, they didn't feel anything wrong, they looked at each other and slowly put down the hoe and sickle in their hands, what they were most worried about was that the scouts of the Yellow Turban Thieves found out here and lured those Yellow Turban thieves here, if it was the Han Army, they would not be so worried.

After all, it is still the world of the Han family, at least the Han army will not indiscriminately kill the villagers, burn and plunder, just when the villagers gradually let down their vigilance, a clear voice suddenly sounded behind them, which suddenly made the atmosphere tense again.

"One will say that you are a wandering monk, and another will say that you are a Han army, contradictory rhetoric, I think you are a person harboring evil intentions."

The crowd dispersed, and a young man who looked two years younger than Zhang Jun walked out, the young man was thin but handsome, with a white face and a beautiful appearance, a pair of straight horizontal eyebrows, and bright eyes.

He grabbed Zhang Jun's contradictory words and asked sharply, Zhang Jun was shocked, he didn't expect to meet such a character here, who is it? Zhang Jun couldn't help but wonder.

The young man in front of him, whether it is his expression or bearing, is not the posture that ordinary idle people should have, just like the difference between passers-by A, B, C and D.

Zhang Jun speculated that the boy should be a certain plot character, but Zhang Jun never remembered that it would be that one.

However, in the face of the young man's questioning, Zhang Jun looked indifferent, and said with a cold smile: "Hmph, I look at the young man, you are extraordinary, but the experience is really embarrassing, I am a traveling priest who travels down the mountain to practice, but I see that the world is in trouble, and the yellow scarf is chaotic, as a cultivator, I may not be pure, but as a hot-blooded man, how can I sit idly by, but I don't know that there are difficulties in the world, and the husband is responsible, so I joined the Han family and supported the righteousness." ”

Zhang Jun's righteous words made everyone stunned, and the eyes that looked at Zhang Jun were no longer as vigilant as before, but had more admiration.

Since the first Weibo world, Zhang Jun has been thinking about a question, each Weibo world has a different background and different guidelines, so whether each Weibo world will have a fixed pulse.

In the second Weibo world, I began to try to explore, what is the pulse of the world of Xianxia? As a result, he came to a superficial conclusion, 'integrity and selflessness' is the vein in the Xianxia world.

The assessment of the Xianxia world is character, wisdom, and chance, but without character, wisdom alone is not enough to get the opportunity you want.

He established the Junliu Trading House and divided a large number of shares, and although he was initially annoyed by Qi Yuan and considered him a speculator, when he built up enough prestige in the town, Qi Yuan eventually gradually changed his opinion of Zhang Jun.

Of course, there is more than one vein in the Xianxia world, in addition to integrity and selflessness, there will be several other veins waiting to be explored, but Zhang Jun chose the one that suits him best.

And Wang Meng's death, not so much that he was killed by Zhang Jun, but that he himself violated the context of the Weibo world and the direction of the plot, and finally fell into passivity step by step, and finally ended up being beaten to death by the villagers.

Although the above superficial conclusions are not enough to confirm his speculation, Zhang Jun can now say with certainty that his reasoning is correct.

His gaze became clearer and clearer, as if he had grasped a vein tightly in his hand, and his gaze looked directly at the young man without the slightest compromise and timidity.

As if shocked by Zhang Jun's sharp words and sharp gaze, the young man was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.

"It's a good sentence that if there is trouble in the world, the husband is responsible."

Behind the villagers, a sound of praise sounded, everyone looked back, and saw an old man walk out, although the old man was old, but he was upright and hard, his temples were bulging high, and he walked up to give people a kind of dragon and tiger step, where to a pestle and eyes were round, and he was not angry and self-imposing.

He glanced at Zhang Jun and said, "Looking at your complexion, you have a bit of a square look, and I don't know where to learn from." ”

"Emei Shu Mountain."

The address of Mount Shu is on the top of the golden top of Emei, and only by stepping on the stone steps of Tongtian can you see Mount Shu in the nine heavens, and Zhang Jun does not know whether there will be Mount Shu in this world, so the word Emei is added in front.

However, it turns out that Zhang Jun is too worried, since Horror Weibo has given this title, in the setting of the plot characters, he will naturally acquiesce to this title.

The old man nodded, and said with a smile on his beard: "Emei has been a place of cultivation since ancient times, and Zuo Ci has also gone to Shu Mountain three times to seek Taoism, no wonder the little hero is very generous." ”

Zhang Jun's eyelids were raised, although the old man did not speak outright, but he was able to call Zuo Ci's name, and it was not easy to think about it, Zuo Ci was known as a half-immortal during the Three Kingdoms period, of course, the specific records in history are unknown, but in the Three Kingdoms, Zuo Ci is also equivalent to hiding BOOS.

If you really talk about it, their Zhang family and Zuo Ci still have some relationship, and at this time, Zhang Jun's ghost suddenly thought of a question.

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, weren't the ancestors of their Zhang family also in this era? I don't know if I have the opportunity to find the past, whether I can get a recognition of my ancestors and return to my ancestors.

Zhang Jun's brain opened up and he began to think about it, but it was just a YY in his heart, he wouldn't really do it, not to mention that the setting of this Weibo world was very chaotic, and it didn't refer to history at all, but it was more like a third-rate game setting.

Besides, even if I really come to the door, I may not be able to please him, after all, how many generations have passed, and I recklessly ran over and said that I was the great-grandson of the great-grandson of the eighteenth generation later, and it was estimated that it would be treated as a neuropathy.

In addition, Zhang Jun is not interested in running over to others to be a grandson, even if he is really a grandson.

The old man saw that Zhang Jun didn't speak, so he continued to ask: "Although the righteousness you just said is awe-inspiring, but you just killed a few traitors and were hunted down and fled here. ”

The old man's voice was calm, but in the end, his words had gradually become stern, and the words made the eyes of the villagers who looked at Zhang Jun change again.

Although the anti-thief is hateful, but the deserter can be so good there, Zhang Jun's previous words sounded good, but when it came to the facts, he became different.

Zhang Jun's expression changed, he didn't expect the old man's vision to be so sharp, and he criticized himself as worthless with every word, from a hero to a straw bale soft egg.

The eyes of the surrounding villagers gradually began to give birth to a look of disgust, and Zhang Jun took in them one by one, and couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart: "Sure enough, Jiang is still old and spicy, first ask about his background, and after feeling that his background is not a hard bone, he began to question himself, he is really cunning!" ”

However, Zhang Jun's reaction was faster, since he had already grasped the pulse of this world, he couldn't give up so easily, otherwise he would not only lose the opportunity to catch this pulse, but also cause some vicious chain reactions to erupt.

This is the disobedience plot in the mouth of their adventurers, when the time comes, they promise that they will not be able to eat and walk around, Zhang Jun looked around, and suddenly Zhang Jun's eyes lit up, and he remembered his favorite game when he was a child, The Legend of the Three Kingdoms.

Immediately, he puffed up his chest and said: "I am not good at fighting, but I am good at fighting, the enemy is outnumbered, I am not invincible, when I retreat, I will retreat, and if I retreat, I will be able to win if I retreat and fight again." ”

After Zhang Jun finished speaking, the corners of his mouth were lightly raised, and he said to the old man: "I didn't come here to be a deserter, but to borrow something to break the Yellow Turban Camp." ”