I don't know what it means to be a wanderer forever, but I will wake up and be a guest in the world again.

The remnants of the true spirit from the past emerged from the nine-section staff and slowly fell on Wei Yuan. In addition to the Crouching Tiger Art, the original and purest Taiping Dao method passed down by the great virtuous teacher Zhang Jiao was re-gathered, spanning a long time and transformed into a Dao that was different from Crouching Tiger.

The true spirit is scattered in the universe, but those who eat air are immortal.

Therefore, the Dao is immortal.

With the help of this strand of Taiping Dao's orthodox Dao, Wei Yuan's original second-level Crouching Tiger Art was directly capped and could break through at any time. Then, as if it had been polished for a long time, it gradually stabilized without the slightest riot.

He sat in front of the nine-section staff for a day and a night.

Only then did he slowly restrain his sad emotions, remained silent for a long time, and searched for the inheritance of Taiping Dao.

Suddenly, I found that the Taiping Dao, which has declined and disappeared in this era, was actually listed as an orthodox avenue in ancient times, and eventually became the Taiping Department, one of the three caves and four auxiliary schools listed in the Shenzhou Daotong. It is an absolutely magnificent avenue that has never been lost.

Wei Yuan sat in a daze for a long time, and felt a little relieved in his heart. It seems that at least he did not let the Taiping Dao be lost after all, and did not live up to the entrustment of the great sage teacher. He left a legacy in this world and made it one of the avenues.

I just don't know what happened in the Song Dynasty.

As the Shenzhou Daozang, the Taiping Department of the Three Caves and Four Auxiliary Schools actually declined during this period.

Wei Yuan thought a little, was silent for a long time, and began to search for the Battle of Guangzong on his mobile phone. After typing these four words, his action paused for a long time before he pressed the search button. Under the influence of modern technology, a large amount of information was mobilized and placed in front of him, and in fact most of it was about the Yellow Turban Uprising.

There is very little about the Battle of Guangzong.

It was just the end of the Yellow Turban Army.

Wei Yuan saw that in the Battle of Guangzong, more than 30,000 Yellow Turbans died in battle, more than 50,000 drowned, General Zhang Liang died in battle, and the first Yellow Turbans in Jizhou disappeared.

Afterwards, the Yellow Turban Army led by Zhang Bao lost 100,000 people in battle.

The real Yellow Turbans disappeared.

But there are still Taiping Dao disciples fighting alone in various places.

There are also many thieves who use the name of Yellow Turban to burn, kill and plunder.

In history, they are just lines of cold words, but to him, they are real people who have lived.

Wei Yuan closed his eyes.

The 30,000 people who died in battle were the rear guard, and the more than 50,000 people who drowned were not soldiers at all, but family members, wives and children.

Huangfu Song... was merciless.

Wei Yuan managed to suppress his emotions with great difficulty, but when he lowered his head and saw the line that after the Battle of Guangzong, Zhang Jue was broken into his coffin and his body was mutilated, and his head was transported back to the capital and sent to Luoyang, he still felt dizzy and a stabbing pain that could not be described in words stirred his heart.

It was surging and rolling, and even a bloody smell emerged from his mouth.

A kind of sorrow and pain belonging to the past.

It turned out that there was such a thing as coughing up blood and hurting the mind due to excessive grief.

At this time, the Crouching Tiger waist badge suddenly whistled and slowly lit up, and then the last wisp of true spirit also escaped from the Nine-section Staff, and the two treasures intertwined, transforming into the last brief picture——

Cao Mengde, once the Sili School Lieutenant.

...

Tang Zhou finally felt at ease after Zhang Jue's death. Whether it was out of guilt or other reasons, he got drunk when he learned that the young Taoist who shared his food with him and saved his life had died, and even Zhang Liang was beheaded.

Immediately, an imperial decree from Emperor Ling came down, saying that Zhang Jue was guilty of a heinous crime, and the emperor wanted Huangfu Song to behead Zhang Jue.

The head was pickled and sent to the capital Luoyang at full speed, and the head was sent thousands of miles away.

The Han army found Zhang Jue's coffin, dug him out, and wanted to behead him. After hearing about it, Tang Zhou rushed over without caring about the headache of the hangover. The young man in red clothes, holding a whip in one hand, and full of vigor was guarding and in charge of this matter. Tang Zhou, who was almost pierced through the forehead by an arrow before, was still in shock.

However, he was still worried because Zhang Jiao was still alive. He mustered up his courage, exchanged pleasantries for a while, and then asked the young man: "Isn't it here?"

The young man in red held a whip in one hand, pointed to a square box on the table, and said with a smile:

"Isn't it here?"

Tang Zhou was overjoyed and asked again: "I wonder if Zhou can see the thief's head?"

The young man in red smiled and raised his hand, saying: "Please."

Tang Zhou stepped forward. He was still a little excited before, but as the wooden box containing the head was close at hand, he felt a little sad. He recalled the young Taoist who smiled harmlessly when he first met him, but in the end the smile on the corner of the young man's mouth was replaced by the colorful silk spinning by the dancer. His palms stopped shaking and opened the box.

The wooden box was empty, there was nothing.

Tang Zhou's thoughts stagnated-

Where is the head?

Before he could ask, a flash of knife light exploded, and Tang Zhou felt a pain in his neck, and his head fell down, landing in the box. The young man in red closed the box, patted the blood on his body, and mocked:

"This is the head."

"Can Yuan ask you to be less rough with the knife?"

The young man with the knife just grinned.

The young man in red handed the box to the young man next to him, not caring. They were all heads, and in order to preserve them for a long time, they had to be pickled with lime. By then, no one could tell the difference. Although Zhang Jue was just the leader of the bandits, he still felt that beheading was a bit unpleasant.

Besides, His Majesty might not care what the rebel looked like.

The knife-wielding youth said, "General Huangfu Song said that the great merit this time should be given to Lu Shangshu."

"Only in this way can he be exempted from the great crime and rescued from the predicament. Mengde, do you agree?"

"Of course I agree."

"...Why? Now everyone in the world is trying to get ahead."

The red-clothed youth was very proud, pointing his whip forward, and laughed:

"If a little military merit reward can win the favor of Huangfu Song and Lu Zhi, wouldn't it be a great fortune? Moreover, you and I are from a big family, and there is no shortage of opportunities for promotion. Today, the world is closed, and what I want is a great reputation, not an official title and a rank?!"

"After a thousand years, this famous minister and officer has all died, but a handful of yellow earth. Who remembers it? And the world calls me Cao Mengde alone!"

.........

Yuan was swept into the turbulent water, tired and sad, and didn't know when he was washed to a flat ground.

Several Han soldiers spotted him. Even though he didn't have the yellow scarf on his head, they subconsciously judged that he was a person who came down the river from Guangzong City. When they were about to kill him, the leading lieutenant suddenly saw that the newly woven straw sandals on the boy's feet looked familiar, and hurriedly stopped the Han soldiers, saying:

"When I was a knight-errant in Zhuo County, I met a big brother. He was a member of the Liu family and a disciple of Jiujiang prefect Lu Zhi. When he was young and poor, he used to make a living by weaving mats and selling shoes. There is a knot on these shoes, which must be made by him. This must be his old friend, not the Yellow Turban bandit."

When many Han soldiers heard Lu Zhi's name, they reluctantly stopped their hostility.

The lieutenant took out his military token, tore the cloth at random and wrote a document similar to prove that this person was not a Yellow Turban bandit, and then pressed his own mark, took out some food and gave it to A Yuan, letting him go to a more stable place.

The young man knew that Zhang Liang and Uncle Niu had passed away. Although he knew that he could not die easily, he was still a little confused under the great sorrow. He wanted to go to his uncle Zhang Bao, but he learned on the way that his uncle also chose to fight to the death with the Han army and was defeated and died.

He became a traveling doctor, treating people, silently looking for someone who could take on the Taiping Heavenly Book and open up a world of peace and benevolence, but found nothing. In the winter of this year, he met a family of old and young. When he was treating the old man, he heard the familiar word Si Li and was startled.

But the old man said that their ancestor Zhuge Feng had served as Si Li Xiaowei during the reign of Emperor Yuan of the Western Han Dynasty. This time, he had to go to them because of the disaster.

The old man looked at Yuan and saw that the boy was weak. Although he was mature and silent, he had medical skills. He pitied the child's weakness and said, "If you don't mind, why don't you go with us to seek refuge with my distant relative."

The boy thought of his teacher's dying entrustment, nodded, and said in a hoarse voice, "Where to go?"

The old man was surprised that he spoke, and smiled and replied:

"Langya Yangdu."

This year, the winter of the first year of Zhongping.

The last flame of the Yellow Turbans was swept away by the chaos and went to Langya with the Book of Heaven.

This year, there was a three-year-old child in Langya. His father was an official outside, and his mother also died of illness this year.

......

The scene in front of Wei Yuan slowly faded away. The power on the nine-section staff had dissipated. The past recorded by it could no longer appear. Wei Yuan was silent for a long time, and stretched out his hand to touch the nine-section staff. He knew that he did not die with the Yellow Turbans in that era, so where were the remaining memories?

He thought of the Taiping Yaoshu, which was said to be written by Zhang Jue himself.

At this time, someone knocked on the door outside. Wei Yuan's thoughts slowly recovered, and Lin Li's voice sounded outside: "Master Wei? Master Wei, are you okay?"

"You haven't eaten for three days."

Wei Yuan slowly got up, holding the nine-section staff in one hand naturally, and walked to the door. Lin Li was a little worried outside the door. Next to him was the old man of the Lin family. At this moment, he was also a little curious about why Master Wei Yuan had not eaten or drunk for three days.

Before Lin Li could knock on the door, the door was opened from the inside.

She was stunned, and the old man next to her was slightly startled. Seeing the young man in modern clothes walk out of the darkness, holding the Taiping Dao Nine-section Staff in one hand, it seemed that there was no sense of disharmony, as if he really held it, and the breath was harmonious.

In a trance, it seemed that a young Taoist in a linen Taoist robe was seen, crossing the years, with clear eyes.

But the trance illusion disappeared in an instant.

It was still a modern young man with short hair and black double-breasted buttoned clothes.

But the old man of the Lin family still felt hesitant in his heart. After all, the Nine-section Staff was a thing that was equal to the male and female dragon and tiger swords. It had its own spirit and was completely different from ordinary magic weapons. Wei Yuan asked about the purpose of the visit. The other party was worried about his situation and wanted to take the Nine-section Staff away, because this thing was too attractive to Taiping Dao monks and needed to be sent to the Tianshi Mansion as soon as possible.

Wei Yuan was silent for a while, raised his hand and handed over the Nine-section Staff with secret text, and said softly.

"Treat it well."

The old man nodded and took it. His pupils shrank slightly and he felt a stinging pain in his palm.

He glanced at Wei Yuan slowly and said nothing more.

And Lin Li thought of the strength that the young museum owner had shown before, and said: "Master Wei, those Taiping Dao monks should not give up easily. I wonder if you can help?"

After Lin Li said this, his voice paused slightly, and he suddenly remembered what his friend Zhou Yi had said to him. She also wanted to recruit this museum owner to join the special operations team.

But the latter refused with reasons such as "I hope to live an ordinary life". He couldn't help but lower his head and quietly stuck out his tongue. It seems that he said the wrong thing. He wanted to say that he didn't want to participate in this matter, but he heard the young museum owner say:

"Okay."

"Master, you don't want to participate..."

Lin Li widened his eyes and looked at the other party subconsciously.

Eh heh heh? ? ?

Agreed? !

Has this owner changed his personality? !

......

Wei Yuan bid farewell to the two people from Shangqing Sect who looked different, and then sat alone in the quiet room. He thought of his previous choice. At that time, he was exposed to the truth of this world, and he was a little scared in his heart. He didn't want to participate in the extraordinary world full of dangers. Now think about it, the original idea has long been dissipated, because...

He looked at the prosperous city outside the window, silent for a long time, his expression gentle and soft.

It is our responsibility to create the future and protect this era.

Isn't it, teacher, Uncle Liu, Yu...

However, I will still choose to be alone.

Faces flashed before his eyes.

Finally, he raised his glass.

In the end, he just drank tea alone.