The cruelest curse in the world

One word calmly.

This magnificent sentence, this is the first time that Yuan saw the Taoist's eyebrows flying, and it is the first time that he understood what it means to be the first true cultivator in Shenzhou.

The talisman turned into a stream of light, entwined on the short sword.

Zhang Jiao chopped it down with all his strength, and the sword energy was surging, and the extremely powerful dragon of luck was instantly shattered.

Then,

Yuan saw that the broken luck turned into small dragon beasts and tigers. In this dim and drowsy illusion, the scene was magnificent and vast, and people couldn't help but lose their minds, as if the sky and the earth changed color.

The collapse of the luck of the Great Zhou gave birth to the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

And this will inevitably give birth to a brilliant era comparable to the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

But the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period was a long five hundred years.

This time, these brilliant figures will appear at the same time in just a few decades, and heroes will stand side by side. Even in the vast Shenzhou of 5,000 years, it is a very bright time. At the same time, in the Luoyang Palace, the 27-year-old Emperor Ling suddenly fainted for an incense stick of time without any signs.

And died in just five years.

The Han Emperor no longer has the previous authority.

Yuan didn't know this. He just stared at the brilliant light coming and going, and was stunned. Suddenly, the Taoist standing in front of the light shook and fell backwards. When he fell, the scattered luck, like a series of bright stars, suddenly burst out in all directions of Shenzhou.

Yuan supported Zhang Jiao and saw the stream of light bursting out in all directions of Shenzhou.

One of the flying dragons was gently brushed against the reverse scale by the palm of the young man when it flew over A Yuan.

And this time, Zhang Jiao fell ill completely.

He could hardly get out of bed and ate very little. A Yuan was beside Zhang Jue to take care of him. He watched the young Taoist become thinner and thinner. One day, Zhang Jue suddenly felt very happy and ate a bowl of porridge and an egg. A Yuan had a very ominous premonition in his heart.

Zhang Jue asked A Yuan to bring the "Taiping Yaoshu".

He stroked the book that he had re-invented, and was silent for a long time. Suddenly, he opened the content, tore off the page that involved cutting the dragon vein, and threw it directly into the stove. A Yuan was shocked and subconsciously went to grab it from the brazier, but was stopped by Zhang Jue.

This action made Zhang Jue's body worse, and he coughed violently.

The young man hurriedly massaged Zhang Jue's back, but at this moment, the brazier suddenly shook.

Several pages were picked up by the wind from the fire and flew out of the house. Yuan was startled and ran out to look for them as Zhang Jiao said, but he saw that a strong wind suddenly blew up from the flat ground, causing the pages of the Taiping Yaoshu scroll to fly far away. With the young man's strength, he could not catch up at all.

Zhang Jue was a little tired, looking into the distance, silent for a long time, and said:

"Forget it, is this God's will..."

He handed the remaining Taiping Yaoshu in his hand to the young man, and said softly: "Take it, this is what I have learned in my life, heaven and earth, yin and yang, five elements, ten branches, disasters, gods and immortals..."

The young man knew his physical condition and said:

"Teacher, I don't have the talent to learn it all."

Zhang Jue smiled and stretched out his hand to press the top of the young man's head and rubbed it, saying softly:

"It's okay, if you can't learn it well, then take a few more apprentices and teach them these things. If these knowledge can assist one of them to pacify the troubled times, that would be the best. Those studies of celestial phenomena and yin and yang are more or less useful..."

The young man was silent for a long time and nodded seriously.

Zhang Jue said: "Your health is weak, so you should be more careful in the future. Originally, this burden should be given to Baiqi or Ayan, but think about it, they are the kind of people who rise up when they are in power, so they are probably not suitable."

He lay on the bed and murmured: "The world is going to be in chaos, but this chaos started with me."

"It's a bit ridiculous to think about it. As a Taoist, I failed to leave a complete inheritance. As a Han Chinese, I broke the dragon vein of the Han Dynasty. I wanted to cure diseases and save people, but I killed more people. But I think it is even more intolerable to die in silence in a corner."

"Ayuan, do you think that after breaking the dragon vein, there will be people who are also ordinary ... If there is a master of human life, go find him. If not, farming and vegetables are also good. With a few acres of land, you can live a good life. "

"In fact, I still hope that you can find a few disciples, open a Taoist temple to cure diseases and save people, and then raise the little Taoist priests, teach them Taoism, medical skills, etc., and then when the little Taoist priests grow up, they will go to cure diseases and save people. When the world is peaceful, open a Taoist temple and accept a few more little Taoist priests..."

"In fact, Master tells you that Master is just a liar."

"I told them that there is a prosperous age of Huang Tian, ​​but in fact I don't know what it looks like, and I don't know whether there will be real peace in the future."

Zhang Jue smiled and touched the child's head.

"Don't starve to death."

The boy raised his head, tears streaming down his face.

The young Taoist squinted his eyes and slowly began to doze off.

Finally, he murmured the last words of his life:

"Master is tired, sleep for a while..."

......

Zhang Jue passed away.

Liu Niu and Zhang Liang rushed back. After the bloody battle, Liu Niu looked much more powerful. He looked at the boy who was holding the nine-section staff in a daze and didn't say a word. He stretched out his palm and rubbed his hair heavily. Without saying anything, Zhang Liang led the Yellow Turbans of Jizhou.

And right after that, the army from Huangfu Song attacked.

Even A Yuan had to go to the battlefield. In this Guangzong land, Liu Niu patted his head and handed him a long spear, or a spear, and said: "Little guy, you are always so weak, but it doesn't matter. The battlefield is different from a one-on-one duel. Simple movements may not be useless. You follow me to learn."

He held the spear with both hands, stabbed forward fiercely, and retracted it.

Simple movements, but with a strong breath of killing.

Yuan nodded and practiced these movements meticulously. He still wanted to live. He wanted to find a true successor for his teacher and teach him all the skills of weather, terrain, Qimen Dunjia, and calling the wind and rain. He thought of the long and elegant blue dragon when the Han Dynasty's luck collapsed, and he was a little distracted.

Liu Niu slapped him on the head.

He had to continue to practice this method honestly.

Huangfu Song's army arrived soon, surrounding Guangzong City, and a war was almost imminent. That was the elite of the Han Dynasty in the true sense, and in Guangzong City, there were only the Yellow Turbans of Jizhou who initially followed Zhang Jue. Facing this gap, Zhang Liang held on tightly.

The army of mourning will win.

Even if the opponent is no longer Zhang Jue, but only Zhang Liang.

The elite Han troops led by Huangfu Song still could not capture the city or the isolated Yellow Turban Army for more than a month, but at this time, Tang Zhou, who was rewarded for betraying the Taiping Dao, rushed to Huangfu Song's camp again.

He wore silk and satin, had a carriage with him, ate the best food, drank aged wine, and was surrounded by beauties. He was extremely glorious.

He asked to see Huangfu Song and said he had a plan to defeat the Yellow Turban Army.

Huangfu Song then met this former Taiping Dao disciple and asked for a plan. Tang Zhou knelt on the ground and stepped forward and said, "I have heard that the bandit Zhang Jiao has died of illness in the camp. As the saying goes, a mournful army will win. Attacking the Yellow Turban bandits now will definitely fail. However, there is also a saying that goes, "The first blow is strong, the second is weak, and the third is exhausted."

"General, you may as well stay in the camp tomorrow."

Huangfu Song raised his eyes, "Oh?"

Tang Zhou whispered, "Zhang Jiao has been dead for more than a month. He has been in battles and cannot be buried."

"Tomorrow they will definitely find a way to bury him first, even if it is just a simple funeral. Zhang Jiao can be seen by everyone. Those Yellow Turban soldiers must be extremely sad and tired at night. Then the general will rush before dawn and defeat the enemy in one blow."

Huangfu Song stared at Tang Zhou coldly.

Tang Zhou smiled flatteringly: "It's just a plan for our Han Dynasty."

Huangfu Song nodded slowly: "...Thank you."

"If this plan succeeds, it will be your contribution."

After a while, Tang Zhou walked out majestically, with a calm demeanor and brisk steps. It was obvious that he didn't take the surrounding soldiers seriously. But after walking a few steps, he suddenly heard the sound of a gust of wind in his ears. An arrow actually pierced his hair directly, which frightened him so much that his face turned pale. He turned around and saw a young man of ordinary figure in red clothes, who had the air of a brightly dressed and angry horse, and casually drew his bow.

Tang Zhou recognized this man and left in embarrassment.

Next to the young man in red, a handsome young man in armor frowned and said:

"Aman, what are you doing? This is a military camp, how can you be so naughty?"

The young man in red said casually:

"I just don't like you."

"You betray your teacher and ancestors, sell out your friends for glory. If one day you fall into my hands, I will find a reason to kill you."

"Benchu, do you think you can look down on this man?"

The handsome young man snorted coldly and said arrogantly: "How can he be in my eyes?"

The young man in red laughed and pointed at the young man repeatedly: "It's you!"

......

That day, the Han army closed the camp and the Yellow Turban Army finally couldn't help their grief and buried Zhang Jue in Guangzong. The Taoist once pulled them out of the black abyss, but now he left earlier than them.

A strong sense of sadness lingered in everyone's heart.

Under this sadness, the exhaustion of the lone army who had supported the elite troops led by Huangfu Song for a month broke out, and everyone fell into a deep sleep, including A Yuan. He fell asleep and suddenly recalled the Taoist priest who had dimples on his cheeks when he smiled and handed him a chicken when he was very young.

He was suddenly awakened.

When he opened his eyes, he saw blazing flames, smoke, the sound of weapons colliding, and the sound of flesh being torn. The boy was stunned. A soldier in front of him, wearing Han army uniforms, chopped him down heavily, and his movements suddenly stagnated, and then he fell to the side. Liu Niu, with a panicked face, ran in.

He told A Yuan that the Han army took advantage of the deepest sleep before dawn to launch a surprise attack.

It is necessary to break out immediately.

A Yuan carried his master's nine-section staff, wrapped in oilcloth the Taiping Essential Technique, and followed Liu Niu to try to break through. Liu Niu was a fierce general of the Yellow Turbans who had been honed on the battlefield. He carried a knife on his back and a spear in his hand. Even in a battle, this long-handled weapon had greater power.

The young man saw his uncle Zhang Liang.

He wanted to say something, but Zhang Liang patted his shoulder heavily and grinned.

Then he ran forward and laughed loudly:

"General Ren Gong is here, who dares to take my life?!!"

A Yuan was pulled by Liu Niu and ran towards the trail.

Guangzong City was not big, and the surrounding environment was a bit chaotic, which gave them a chance to break through. There was a river next to it, and they could hear the fierce sound of water. Liu Niu's big hand pressed the young man's hair and asked him to lower his head. There was the light of the torch. In fact, the fire in the camp was bright enough. The Han army chased after them.

The Yellow Turban Army here was only a part of Jizhou.

Some of them were family members.

Compared with the Han army, they have no advantage at all.

A Yuan's eyes widened, and he saw that the Han army was gradually approaching, and there were floating corpses in the river with arrows on them. Even if he escaped into the river, he would be shot by the Han army who heard the sound of water. There were at least hundreds of Han soldiers in front, and there might be two or three hundred. Liu Niu lowered his voice and said:

"Lower your voice, cover your mouth, and let's escape quietly."

A Yuan nodded, covered his mouth honestly, and carried the nine-section staff on his back.

His uncle raised him since he was a child, and he always believed in Liu Niu.

And just as he retreated as Liu Niu said, his abdomen suddenly hurt, and he widened his eyes and saw that Liu Niu's hand should be a warning of the long-handled weapon in front of him, and the handle of the gun hit him. He saw that Liu Niu was getting farther and farther away from him, and he saw that he was thrown into the river.

Liu Niu turned his head, and he stretched out his big hand and pressed A Yuan's hair like before.

Then, he directly dragged the yellow scarf on the boy's head away.

Plop——

A Yuan fell heavily into the water, and the sound he made attracted the attention of the Han army. He struggled to swim over, but he had no way to resist the rapid flow of this section of the river. The Han army suddenly shouted:

"Found it, there is the Yellow Turban bandit leader here!!"

"Come on!"

The voice spread far away, followed by dense footsteps. Liu Niu tied the yellow scarf in his hand to his arm. He held the gun with both hands, looked forward angrily, and roared:

"Come on, the Yellow Turban Army leader, Si Li is here!!!"

The young man stared in the river.

No...

No!

Liu Niu stood on this narrow path with a gun in both hands. He suddenly seemed to have endless strength. The gun in his hand kept stabbing out and killing the enemy. He stared at the front with angry eyes. The yellow scarf from his comrade-in-arms on his arm danced vigorously, like an eternal flame.

He stood here alone, but it seemed as if he was surrounded by brothers and comrades. He gritted his teeth——

Come on, let's fight side by side again!

Come on, let's open up a path for our children!

Come on!!!

I don't know how long it has been.

With a clang, the weapon hit the ground, Liu Niu panted quickly, and more than 30 Han soldiers fell around him. There was even a general. It turned out that it would be really uncomfortable to fight at night without preparation. It turned out that the best weapon would break after killing more than 30 people.

The surrounding Han soldiers hesitated and dared not move forward.

Surrounding this man with a somewhat honest face, someone growled: "Hurry up, he can't do it! There are Yellow Turban bandits behind him. He must be an important person under his protection. That's a great military achievement!"

Puff, the broken spear was thrown out and pierced the young general.

Liu Niu slowly stood up, his armor was broken and arrows were stuck upside down. His eyes were bloodshot. He pulled out a knife next to him, held the knife with both hands, leaned on the ground, gritted his teeth and roared:

"How can I let you pass!"

"Yumou, stay!"

The extremely tragic murderous aura on the battlefield made the Han army dare not approach.

The sky was bright, and with the sound of footsteps, a hundred-man crossbow team was called in. Liu Niu stood up straight. He killed another person with his knife. Suddenly, he heard a sound of breaking through the air. He subconsciously looked up and saw countless arrows flying towards him like a black rain.

At this moment, his thoughts stagnated and became slow.

It seemed that the speed of the arrows falling had slowed down. The bright morning light fell on the exquisite arrows. Under the cold steel arrowheads, the arrows appeared yellow in the sun, densely packed -

It was like the wheat in autumn when I was a child.

The steel tore the flesh and blood flowed out.

Liu Niu still stared with his eyes wide open.

Standing still, the sunrise reflected in his eyes, the blood-stained yellow scarf dancing with the wind.

......

Wei Yuan opened his eyes without knowing when, he sat quietly in the quiet room, in front of him was the nine-section staff, the sandalwood beside him had been burned out, he stretched out his hand and looked at his palm, it was clearly close at hand but he could not see it clearly, but extremely blurry.

He opened his mouth, as if he was looking for some reason.

"Why..."

"That was just the past. That was not my experience, not Wei Yuan's experience."

"But why, huh, it was the influence of the true spirit..."

Wei Yuan wiped his tears and stood up. He thought of familiar faces, but his heart suddenly felt an extreme pain. He was so painful that he could hardly stand up straight. He staggered and half-knelt on the ground, his face pale, and a familiar voice came to his ears:

"Little guy, why are you still so sick?"

"This won't do."

It seemed as if a large palm was pressed on his hair and rubbed and pressed.

Looking up, there was no one.

Tears finally burst out of his eyes. In this quiet room, Wei Yuan opened his mouth and knelt on the ground. A suppressed, extremely painful voice sounded. He suddenly remembered the scene that flashed by when he got the jade dragon.

King Mu of Zhou hoped to get the immortal medicine from the Queen Mother of the West, but was rejected.

King Zhou Mu asked, didn't you say you loved me? Why can't you give me immortality?

The Queen Mother of the West of that generation said softly:

"I am attached to you, that's why I don't want to."

"Because immortality is the cruelest curse in the world."