Chapter 121 In this life, there will definitely be a bright future in this world

On the top of the mountain, winds and clouds surged, and thunder thundered.

Facing Huang Laojun, this move is enough to cause space shock——

Ying Zheng was prepared, but he only fired one sword.

This sword was simple and unpretentious, and seemed to have no power at all, but it made Huang Laojun's whole body feel chilly and horrified.

"Impossible, this is the sword intention of the rules!"

Huang Laojun seemed to sense the great terror from this ordinary sword, and immediately gave up the offensive, moving and flashing on the mountain top, trying to avoid Ying Zheng's unexplainable sword.

However, this sword seems to have its own consciousness. No matter how he dodges, the final foothold will always be within its attack range.

"No...impossible...this broken world can no longer release the meaning of rules, you cheated!

Yes, it must be Qingtongjun’s confused lunatic... Hahaha... you joined forces with him... right... ah——"

During the last attempt to escape, Huang Laojun's body suddenly stiffened and he let out a terrifying scream.

A painful and unwilling struggle surged from his face, and he stared at Ying Zheng with an extremely ferocious expression.

"I will remember you... Ying Zheng!!"

Ying Zheng ignored him. With a horrified and unwilling look on his face, he slashed down with his sword, directly cutting his consciousness into countless pieces.

Surprisingly, Zhang Jiao's body was not damaged by this powerful sword, but he lost a lot of energy for a moment, causing him to collapse to the ground involuntarily.

After regaining his body, Zhang Jiao was in shock, gasping for air, his eyes full of shock.

During the battle between Ying Zheng and Huang Laojun, although he temporarily lost control of his body, his consciousness was not lost and he was a bystander throughout the whole process.

He never thought that Ying Zheng could directly annihilate the still-growing Huang Laojun by himself.

Although it is just a piece of consciousness flowing out of the Zhongyang Realm, it is enough to make people extremely moved.

You must know that Huang Laojun's true body is the Taiyi in the Yellow Realm, the godless king of his world.

No matter how weak his consciousness is, it cannot be broken by a person at the peak of the furnace.

However, Ying Zheng did it.

And judging by his appearance, he seems to still have some energy left.

After killing Huang Laojun's consciousness, Ying Zheng put away the Lu Lu Sword, strolled up to Zhang Jiao, and said with a faint smile: "It's nothing serious, right?"

"I have nothing to do, let Your Majesty worry about it!"

Zhang Jiao struggled to get up, bent down and held his hands in his hands, his attitude was extremely respectful.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for freeing Jiao from his destiny that was destined to die young!

I can't repay you with my horns. I will use my residual body to fulfill my duties faithfully in this life and serve His Majesty forever!"

Ying Zheng nodded and said: "I'm sure!

But before that, take good care of your body.

At the same time, the war must be stopped first and military discipline must be rectified before the war can be restarted.

The common people are innocent, and those greedy landlords, nobles, and officials are the ones you should focus on attacking!

I hope you don’t forget your original intention and take it as a warning!

I will give you three months. If you really can no longer control the Yellow Turban Taoist Army under your command, then I will destroy them. Do you understand?"

Seeing that Ying Zheng spoke solemnly, Zhang Jiao's face was extremely solemn. He knelt down on his knees again, surrendered at Ying Zheng's feet, and vowed to speak out.

"I swear here that I will never forget my original intention in this life, take the people's livelihood as the welfare, and restore a bright world to this world!"

With the blessing of power, his voice was deafening and reached the sky.

It even reached the foot of the mountain, leaving Zhang Bao and others who were struggling to climb the mountain - the Yellow Turban Army who planned to come to support him were all stunned.

When a Zhang clan soldier heard such a firm and sincere oath, his face burst into tears and he shouted towards the top of the mountain: "I am the same, great sage and good teacher. I will follow you to the death in this life!"

As soon as he spoke out, the other Yellow Turban Taoist soldiers also spoke out at the same time.

Suddenly, the overwhelming sound of swearing resounded throughout the mountain.

With the cultivation levels of Ying Zheng and Zhang Jiao, they could easily detect the strange situation at the foot of the mountain.

Hearing this, Zhang Jiao laughed loudly: "Your Majesty, with such brothers and sisters here, I am confident that I will be able to reorganize the Yellow Turban Army. Please rest assured, Your Majesty!"

"Okay!"

After Ying Zheng printed the portraits of Wei Liao and others into Zhang Jiao's sea of ​​consciousness, he said: "There will be people who will help you in the future, and they are worthy of your 100% trust!"

Familiar names from the past flashed before Zhang Jiao's eyes, his expression was quite excited, and he responded repeatedly.

"Then I'll take a step forward. If I don't clean up the old guy behind the scenes, I won't be able to settle down!"

Ying Zheng smiled, stepped on his feet, and jumped into the air, looking at Nan Hua and Gan Shi, who were still in a coma.

"As for them, I'll leave them to you!

After all, this is my gift to you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ying Zheng's figure once again galloped away towards the Three Emperors Peak.

Zhang Jiao stared at his back for a long time before his eyes shifted to Nanhua Laoxian and Gan Shi, with slightly complicated expressions.

At this time, Nanhua Old Immortal seemed to suddenly wake up and looked at the top of the mountain, which had almost turned into a smooth platform, with a confused look on his face.

"Zhang Jiao, what's going on?"

Zhang Jiao took a deep breath and walked step by step in front of him. He stared at his mentor for a long time, his eyes gradually became colder, and murderous intent burst out.

When the old immortal Nanhua saw this, he sighed majestically and did not struggle. Instead, he smiled miserably and murmured.

"Everyone in the world thinks that gods are good, but fame and fortune cannot be forgotten...

It’s a pity, it’s ridiculous, it’s deplorable——”

Amidst the miserable laughter, the bodies of Nanhua Old Immortal and Gan Shi were like fruits that had been squeezed by force, bursting into blood mist.

Zhang Jiao's face was expressionless, and he did not use his skills to wash away the blood on his body. He walked down the mountain step by step with his reborn body.

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In March of the first year of Zhongping, when Emperor Liu Hong of the Han Dynasty convened a meeting of officials to discuss suppressing the Yellow Turban Uprising, Huangfu Song, the governor of the North, suddenly made a memorial, intending to lift the ban on party members.

With the help of the Yuan family, who is the fourth generation and the three nobles, Lv Qiang, the chief minister, and other aristocratic families——

A group of scholar-bureaucrats who had been suppressed by Emperor Huan with the help of eunuchs were able to come back and began to contribute money and effort, intending to regain their authority by slaying the Yellow Turban Army.

However, just when they were recruiting troops and preparing for war, the Yellow Turban Army from all over the country suddenly retreated collectively towards Yecheng, as if they had made an agreement, which shocked the bureaucratic group.

How could these suddenly liberated bureaucracies tolerate the ducks in their hands flying away, so they kept sending spies to Yecheng to find out the news.

However, these spies were all without exception. Not only did they not send any news, they themselves disappeared like a stone in the sea.

Jizhou, Zhuojun, Zhuoxian.

Liu Bei, the ambitious Empress Jing of Zhongshan, who has a face like a crown jade, lips like greased lips, and a height of seven feet and five inches, met the most important bonds in his life - Guan Yu and Zhang Fei after seeing the recruitment notice.
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The three hit it off, and after becoming brothers in Taoyuan, they got help from horse dealers Zhang Shiping and Su Shuang, recruiting more than 500 people and training day and night.

Just when they were high-spirited and led their troops to the tent of Liu Yan, the governor of Youzhou, waiting for the opportunity to show off their ambitions, they heard the news that the Yellow Turban Army was retreating in large numbers, and they were stunned and speechless.

Having just received Liu Yan's order, the captain Zou Jing who came to greet them was also a little embarrassed.

Because he didn't know how to arrange Liu Bei and his party at the moment.

Zhang Fei grabbed his messy hair randomly and said in an uneasy tone: "Brother, what should we do now?"

Zou Jing thought for a while and said: "Three heroes, something happened to the Yellow Turban Army!

How about this, you stay in the military camp temporarily, and then make arrangements when war breaks out, what do you think?"

Although Liu Bei was disappointed in his heart, he always showed no emotion or anger. When he heard this, he just cupped his hands and said: "It's difficult for the captain, Xuande is very grateful!"

His appearance was extremely handsome and his attitude was extremely humble, which greatly increased Zou Jing's liking.

Zou Jing waved his hand and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, I believe that the refugee army will definitely not stay on its own terms. As long as you stay here for a while, the opportunity to make meritorious deeds will naturally come."

Liu Bei and the other two looked at each other, thanked Zou Jing again, and then headed towards the military camp under his leadership.

Situations like the three of them could be found everywhere in the Han Dynasty at this time.

Some people think that their efforts are in vain and get angry because they have paid a lot of money; some people feel lucky because they don't have to go to the battlefield.

All kinds of situations in the world are staged one by one.

In addition to the common people who were secretly rejoicing, countless heroes and heroes sighed, feeling that they were born at the wrong time.
Chapter completed!