In the huge roar, the originally tightly closed gate was unwillingly twisted and shattered, and a tall figure took the lead in stepping into this hellish place, but it was a middle-aged man in a yellow robe, with messy hair like a lion, and a knotted beard on his emaciated face, which looked like a vicissitudes of life, but it was completely unable to hide the light in his eyes, the whole person looked as dazzling as the scorching sun, holding a red staff and walking a few steps quickly, all the scenes around him were completely reflected in his eyes, so that a clear anger quickly appeared on his face。 Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Incompetent ****!" he snorted hatefully, and the staff in the middle-aged man's hand was inserted into the ground as easily as if it had been inserted into tofu, and a faint fluctuation of power made Chen Fei's pupils subconsciously shrink - although they were different powers, the strength of that kind of strength had definitely reached the gold level, and it might even be even stronger.

。。。 This world is by no means a low-martial world Three Kingdoms Kombat! It seems that because of the influence of the power of the Lord of Life and Death, the calibration of the system has been greatly affected... I don't know what kind of world this is...

。。。 Mowing the grass is unparalleled, or is it the Legend of the Three Kingdoms?。。。

Just thinking about things in his heart, a faint light suddenly appeared in Chen Fei's field of vision, quickly covering Chen Fei's body, not a weak power fluctuation made the young man's body subconsciously dodge sideways, but his broken body couldn't keep up with the speed of thinking at all, just trembled slightly and was hit directly, Chen Fei's heart skipped a beat, but then a warm power appeared in his body, constantly circulating, slowly repairing the body that was already broken。

"This is ... Spells?" shook hands slightly, and a sense of power reappeared in Chen Fei's perception, looking at the middle-aged man who kept shooting out a warm aura spell in the crowd, Chen Fei muttered softly with some confusion, and at this moment, a rush of footsteps came from the city gate, and several men appeared in Chen Fei's field of vision, including both scholars dressed as scholars, and there were also rough men, but no matter what their identity was, they all wore a yellow scarf on their heads, which made Chen Fei's pupils shrink suddenly.

。。 The head is tied with a yellow scarf. What about the middle-aged man...

“。。。 Zhang Jiao?" Chen Fei looked at the busy back of the middle-aged man with some complexity and muttered softly.

。。。。。。

In order to prevent being invaded again by the dead air in the city, Zhang Jiao guided the people who had been treated to the nearby mountains and set up piles of bonfires. Chen Fei took a bowl of rice porridge with herbs handed to him by the Yellow Turban soldier, thanked him softly, and then held the broken pottery bowl and looked at the middle-aged man who was talking to the people not far away, his resolute face was uncertain under the light of the bonfire.

。。。 Zhang Jiao, the man who single-handedly set off the troubled times, entered the plague land that had been blocked when even the country gave up on these people...

。。。 Is it to win the hearts of the people? But he did save a lot of people. And...

Taking a slight sip of the somewhat bitter rice porridge, the mellow breath was transmitted to the internal organs along with the swallowing of the food, Chen Fei recalled the pair of angry and anxious eyes he saw during the day, and shook his head slightly--that kind of eyes are not at all what people with a heart for the city can have.

"Have you finished eating? Come, drink this bowl of water... A gentle voice came from the side, interrupting Chen Fei's thoughts, and then a slender hand gently handed a bowl of hazy water to Chen Fei, with fair and delicate skin, at first glance, he was a pampered child of a big family, and he had never run for a living.

After thanking him softly, Chen Fei took the Fu Shui and looked up at the young man with a yellow scarf on his head, as he expected, even if he was just wearing ordinary cloth clothes, the warm and elegant aura was still not reduced by half, but it was more conspicuous like a beautiful jade mixed into a stubborn stone, such a person could appear in the court to argue about state affairs, and he could appear in the green mountains and beautiful waters to chant poems, but he should never appear in this place, following a middle-aged down-and-out Taoist priest to the center of this plague.

Even if there is a charm, all kinds of things along the way must be difficult.

“。。 You're not an ordinary person, are you? Why do you have to give up your clothes and food and follow Zhang Jiao to this place? Aren't you afraid of death?" The young man's hoarse voice made the smile on the young man's yellow scarf pause slightly, and then slowly disappeared, his warm pupils looked Chen Fei up and down, and said slowly with a solemn face: "Because I believe in the prosperous world of the yellow sky that Mr. said, and I firmly believe that following Mr. will always be able to see such a beautiful world one day!" After speaking, he didn't care about Chen Fei's reaction, he turned a rune paper into the water and walked towards the next survivor.

And the eyes of the surrounding people looking at Chen Fei also became a little strange, at this time, Zhang Jiao had not revolted, the so-called Huangtian prosperous era, only Chen Fei could know what it meant, and in the eyes of outsiders, it was just a kind of yearning like Confucian Datong, Chen Fei's somewhat disrespectful voice made many people quietly distance themselves from Chen Fei, and evaluations such as ingratitude mixed with unpleasant country slang continued to reach Chen Fei's ears, making him shake his head with a wry smile, and drank the talisman water in his hand with a tilt of his neck。

。。。 Hearing is too good, sometimes it's not a good thing...

。。。。。。

Early in the morning of the second day, Zhang Jiao left Chen Fei and others here, and led the Yellow Turban Army of no more than a dozen people back to the dead city, at noon, the black smoke that rushed to the sky rose like a dragon, and the smell of burning made Chen Fei's heart suddenly - it seems that Zhang Jiao and others gathered the corpses in the city and burned them all, and the people on the side also knew what the black smoke meant, and the suppressed cry sounded from time to time, making Chen Fei's dark eyes become a little distant - Zhang Jiao... What kind of person are you ...

。。 The demon road that overthrows the world. Still is..

The great sage who saved the people from fire and water?

For several days in a row, Zhang Jiao led his followers to run around the city during the day, treating water sources and cleaning up the remaining miasma in the city, and at night he depicted the prosperous era of the yellow sky in his heart, a man's dream.

Five days later, after the city had become habitable again, Zhang Jiao left a few disciples to prevent the reappearance of the plague, and led his followers to prepare to continue to advance towards the more severe place of the epidemic. But no one followed Zhang Jiao's footsteps and left, or Zhang Jiao refused all the requests.

Apart from....

"What are you doing here?" The gentle young man Yellow Turban looked at the young man not far behind the team with a somewhat ugly face, and finally couldn't help but ask, because of the initial incident, this Yellow Turban didn't have the slightest affection for Chen Fei - he was rescued by them but was extremely disrespectful to Mr., so his tone at this time was inevitably a little unkind, but Chen Fei didn't care, looking at the team that stopped, or the middle-aged man in the team, with an extremely complicated look on his face, and said slowly:

"Mr. Zhang Jiao, I want to take a look at the prosperity of the yellow sky, I don't know... Can you come along?"

(Thank you for the cold x, leek steamed dumplings, Bai Guangyan for the reward, thank you~)

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