It wasn't until Taoer accidentally saw the luck-changing method in Zhang Jiao's room that he realized that Zhang Jiao had been using his own luck to replace Taipingdao.

But a person's luck and destiny will be exhausted.

What should we do if we have exhausted all our resources and still want to maintain this momentum?

Naturally, it can only burn life!

So... Zhang Jiao's doom finally began.

He is sick.

Fu Shui couldn't cure his disease either.

The nine-section staff he carried with him also became yellow and withered as his condition worsened.

As for Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao, although they also have some skills, they are not as pure as Zhang Jiao after all.

The application of the technique is naturally not as flexible as Zhang Jiao.

Not to mention leading troops to fight.

In addition, in order to capture the thieves first and capture the king first, the imperial court sent the famous Lu Zhi. This Beizhonglang general who was regarded as a clean figure in the imperial court was capable of both literary and military skills.

As a result, the Yellow Turban Army finally began to taste defeat.

…

"This day has finally come."

Taoist Nanhua sighed heavily, and accompanied by Taoist Ziyang, came to Zhang Jiao's room.

At this moment, Zhang Jiao's illness was already very serious.

However, after smelling the familiar fragrance of green bamboo, he immediately opened his eyes and looked at the familiar face in front of him with excitement.

For a moment, tears streamed down my face.

"Teacher...Master..."

Nanhua Taoist gently wiped the tears on Zhang Jiao's face:

"Okay, how old are you?"

Zhang Jiao seemed to have thought of something:

"Master...is this...the doom you mentioned?"

Nanhua Taoist sighed:

"Idiot."

"You want to shake the big man with the way of peace. I am proud of you as my teacher."

"But... no matter what, don't burn your longevity!"

"How long is your lifespan?"

"How long can you sustain it if it turns into destiny and supports the entire Yellow Turban Army?"

"Not to mention, there are still some people fishing in troubled waters here with evil intentions, and you haven't had time to clean them up."

"Now, all the evil things these people have done have been passed on to you."

Zhang Jiao smiled bitterly and said:

"My disciple knows that the Yellow Turban Army has its fair share of good and bad."

"But under the general situation, I have no way out."

"We can only... we can only continue to make such mistakes!"

"My disciple originally thought that at least... he could hold on!"

Nanhua Taoist shook his head:

"The Han Dynasty was not without talents."

"Lu Zhi, who is capable of both literary and martial arts, is a dignified general of the North, but your two younger brothers cannot deal with him."

As he said that, Taoist Nanhua looked at Tao'er:

"This child..."

Zhang Jiao said quickly:

"Tao'er, this is your master!"

"Kowtow quickly!"

The somewhat stupid Taoer immediately followed the instructions.

My head was banging loudly.

Taoist Nanhua smiled dumbly and quickly helped Taoer up.

But I saw Tao'er's face full of tears:

"Master, please save Master!"

"If this continues, Master... Master..."

Taoist Nanhua was silent for a moment, and then said:

"Tao'er, don't worry."

"Master came here this time just to protect you."

"However, the top priority is to deal with Lu Zhi first."

"Disciple, leave this matter to me."

"But... I want to take your disciple with me, is that okay?"

Zhang Jue panted slightly and said weakly: "Then...thank you Master!"

…

At this time, outside the city, fighting was raging.

In the Han army, Lu Zhi sat in the commander's camp, strategizing, and full of confidence.

It seemed that the losses in the past few days were of no importance.

"Commander, this can't go on like this!"

"If we fail, it will be hard for us to explain to His Majesty!"

At the suggestion of a confidant, Lu Zhi smiled and waved his hand, waving the feather fan gently.

"Don't panic."

"Believe me, Taiping Road is like a raging fire cooking oil. It will not last long."

Just then:

"General Beizhonglang really has a good eye."

"My useless disciple has nothing to do with you."

"Since the younger one has been defeated by you, then the older one will come out and defeat you."

After finishing his words, Lu Zhi's face darkened.

He quickly walked out of the handsome camp.

But on the battlefield, a strange force suddenly appeared and bamboo forests appeared everywhere!

It was so majestic that it almost covered the entire city!

The soldiers and horses on both sides were even more strongly separated by this sea of ​​bamboo, unable to move!

In front of me, Taoist Nanhua stood there holding a green bamboo staff. Taoist Ziyang and Taoer accompanied him.

The momentum revealed invisibly made Lu Zhi's heart tremble.

He understood that the truly difficult opponent... had finally arrived!

Lu Zhi stopped everyone and slowly walked forward alone.

"I'm Lu Zhi, may I ask for their names?"

Nanhua Taoist said quietly:

"A man from the mountains and a Taoist from Nanhua."

"This is my friend Ziyang Taoist."

"This is my disciple, Tao'er."

"General Beizhonglang, do you dare to... stand in the formation for a while?"
Chapter completed!