"Brother, found it?"

Between the stone steps that meander down the mountain, Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang have been waiting for a long time, and there are three 'heavenly masters' next to them, Xu Tai, Wei Xingyuan, and Li Changfeng, who lowered their heads and did not dare to look at the figures coming down from the stone steps.

"Found it, go with my brother!"

Zhang Jiao glanced at the three of them, and then went down the mountain together with the group of Yellow Turban cultists entrenched at the foot of the mountain, and rushed to the second mountain range behind, which also belongs to a branch of Chalcedony Mountain, on which a palace was built for the emperor to escape the summer and pay homage to bury the ancestor of the Zhao family here.

I thought that the dragon vein was on the main body of the chalcedony mountain, and after searching for a few days, it was still fruitless, so I searched the palace inside and out, and finally on a map, climbed the Duxian Peak of the chalcedony mountain, and saw the two mountain ranges in the distance under the sunlight, becoming a little distorted, showing what the dragon vein should look like.

Thousands of Yellow Turban Sect members drove 4,000 soldiers up the mountain, and found the temple that they saw in Duxian Peak, where more than 30 Taoist priests lived, each of whom had good martial arts, but in the face of the Yellow Turban Sect that was pushed over, it was also difficult to resist, and they were all pushed off the cliff by the Yellow Turban Warriors and a group of disciples.

In the temple, Zhang Jiao led the troops into the first hall, which was not dedicated to the gods of the world, let alone heaven and earth, but the spiritual seat of the ancestors of the Wei State.

Soon, the entire temple was destroyed, the main hall of sacrifice was dug up, a bronze coffin was carried out by everyone, the coffin was lifted, and the ancestors of the Wei State, who had already become wet corpses, were dragged to the scorching sun and beaten with hoes and flat poles.

"Brother, cutting the dragon body may not work, even if it is hard chiseled, at least it will take until next year, it is too late!"

Zhang Jiao stands at the cliff behind the Taoist temple, caresses his beard and looks around, only to see the large and small dragon veins in the sun, like a swaying dragon body, there is a volley of soaring, below the cliff of the Taoist temple here, there is faintly Rui Qi circling, the surrounding mountains, the green trees on and down the mountain, full of vitality.

"The Taoist temple here should be the dragon's head, and the corpse is buried in the dragon's eye." He stepped on the cliff under his feet, and the cliff body had already extended outward, and with a few heavy steps, there was a faint shaking.

"The dragon head here has long been unstable, and the Emperor of Wei obviously knows this, and they have prepared another dragon vein, just to replace it, but unfortunately, the three of my brothers came here in advance."

The mountain wind stroked his beard and hair, and Zhang Jiao raised his face slightly, "Let a thousand wrestlers come over, bring the prepared hammer and iron chisel, and chisel the cliff here!" ”

After speaking, he turned around and left the back of the temple, came to the front, and after half an hour, the assembled yellow turban wrestlers each held tools in the position selected by Zhang Bao, and the ping-pong smashed hard, and a large number of rock fragments were splashed under the huge force of the wrestlers.

After penetrating the force, let a group of soldiers come over, continue to dig, to the west of the sky, when the dusk is exposed, the cliff hanging outside the mountain here has been carved out of the depth of two zhang, plus thousands of people crowded in the protruding part and jumped and jumped, the mountain faintly heard the sound of breaking.

As the sky sank, the pace of excavation gradually slowed down, and the ravines carved out were almost up to most of the cliff overhangs.

"Wait for you to go back!"

Zhang Jiao commanded softly, he looked at the dark sky, held up the seal of the national teacher with one hand, and suddenly a gust of wind blew in the mountains, and the sky was cloudy and swirling, flashing thunder.

……

Yangzhou, the camp of the Wei army twenty miles south of Lijiaping.

Dozens of cavalry in front, 6,000 soldiers behind, galloping into the camp gate, the rest of the camp soldiers are around the bonfire to eat, talk, see the sudden appearance of the capital soldiers and horses show a surprised expression.

The first dozens of horsemen came directly to the camp of the Chinese army, as fast as thirty zhang of the big tent, turned over and dismounted, and led the two generals with the holy decree in their hands, and dozens of guards walked to the tent.

At this time, Zhao Guangshi was standing in front of the map with Meng Dao, Yu Zangbing and other generals, analyzing the movements of the soldiers and horses of the Yan State and planning the next route.

The curtain of the tent was suddenly lifted, and everyone in the tent turned their heads to look over, and saw the three generals who had come in lined up.

"Grand Governor, Your Majesty has a decree to come, please accept it!"

The faces of the generals in the tent were shocked, Zhao Guangshi's face was solemn, he squeezed away everyone and walked to the front, arching his hand: "Please also announce the decree!" ”

The three generals were not polite, and the man at the head unfolded the holy decree, and his voice was loud.

"Emperor Wei issued an edict:

The front-line war is dangerous, the soldiers and horses of the two roads are defeated one after another, I think of the emperor and the emperor's uncle Zhao Guangshi, who is old, and his body is difficult to support the war for a long time, and he is worried about his physical safety. ”

Outside the tent, a thunderclap rang out in the night sky.

……

Ganzhou Chalcedony Mountain.

The thunder was rolling, the mountain wind was blowing, whistling in people's ears, and the old man standing in front of the cliff raised his wooden staff, and an electric snake flashed through the sky behind him with a bang.

The cliff that hung outside the mountain immediately sounded a 'rumbling' sound, as if there was a real dragon rolling in the mountain.

……

The Wei army battalion.

The voice of the decree fell, and the three generals looked straight at Zhao Guangshi opposite, and the other two generals slowly put their hands on the head of the knife hanging from their waists.

The old man who stood in place closed his eyes and chuckled softly for a long time.

"Your Majesty should really understand me, an old minister, or ...... Or not...... The old minister Zhao Guangshi received the order, and he will return to Luyang to live for the rest of his life! ”

"The Grand Duke! Change of manager...... What is that?! The generals of the Huizhou department stepped forward to dissuade them.

The eyes of the three generals narrowed, "Don't think about it, this is Your Majesty's will, please follow it!" ”

"Stand down, pack up, and bring the Iron Edge ......"

"Metropolitan Governor, the Iron Blade Righteous Festival Army must also stay!" The general holding the holy decree said with a gentle face.

The old man laughed, nodded again and again, and turned to look at the few generals who had followed him from Huizhou, including Meng Tuo.

"Whether it is to fight with the old man, or with the new commander who succeeds me, he is to contribute to the Great Wei, you can't act rashly, you can follow the will and wait for the new master to dispatch!"

"Yes." Meng Dao and the others suppressed their voices, arched their hands and responded in a low voice.

"Okay, the old man has handed over his errand, and it is also easy!"

Zhao Guangshi arched his hand at them: "I will wait in Luyang for the generals to return victorious!" ”

After speaking, he put aside his hands, turned around and strode away from the tent.

……

Ganzhou chalcedony mountain thunder and lightning.

Thousands of disciples and soldiers crowded on the mountain road, their eyes intertwined on the lightning-shining figure at the end of the front.

Loose hair fluttering in the wind.

The sound of the 'rumbling' turned into a cracking sound, and everyone felt that the mountain below them trembled, and at a certain moment, the cliff broke with a ruin temple that had fallen straight down the mountain.

Looking down from the sky, the winding and undulating mountains cut off the dragon's head that soared in front of it.

Zhang Jiao held the seal of the national teacher with one hand, his hair was flying, his forehead was bright with red lines, and his body was intertwined in the flickering blue and white electric light, as if a god had descended into the world.

Rumbling thunder rolled over Yangzhou.

At the same time that Su Chen was awakened by the thunder, the sound of tinkling metal sounded in the tent, his eyes passed through the dim oil lamp, and among the strings of tokens hanging on the shelf, the silver token with 'Tiangong' written on it at the earliest time gradually turned golden.

"Can this all be upgraded?"

(End of chapter)