The young man's offensive continued, and with one swing of his spear he swept the village commander off his horse.

Then each one shot and charged at the remaining troops.

Lin Jun, who had narrowly escaped death, stared blankly at the young man's figure. He had never seen such a gorgeous and smooth shooting technique.

The spear in his hand was like a dragon swimming in water. With a flick of his wrist, it turned into pieces of spear flowers. The spear blade passed lightly, splashing bright blood flowers.

After a cup of tea, the remaining dozens of men and horses were defeated by the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy in front of them.

The young man put away his gun and reined in his horse, heading towards the two people who were the only ones still standing.

"Thank you little brother for your help!"

Lin Junshu cupped his fists and saluted the young man.

If it hadn't been for the long sword thrown by the young man just now, cutting off the long spear of the village commander, I might have been penetrated by the long spear and stabbed a hole in my body.

"Are you passers-by?"

The young man smiled handsomely, and used the tip of his spear to pick up the long sword stuck on the ground. The long sword danced in the air and flew towards the young man.

He stretched out his left hand, grasped the hilt of the sword accurately, and casually inserted it into the scabbard behind his back.

"My lord received news that the general of the garrison in the nearby county had hooked up with rogue bandits and pretended to be the remnants of the Yellow Turbans to steal money and kill people here, so he ordered me to come over and deal with the matter. Saving the two of them was just a casual move, so don't take it to heart.

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"No, if the little brother hadn't arrived in time, we would have been in a much worse situation. The grace of saving our lives..."

Before Lin Junshu finished speaking, he suddenly got stuck.

The system box that appeared in his field of vision instantly disrupted his thinking.

[Name: Zhao Yun/Zhao Zilong]

[Faction: Dahan]

[Pollution degree: 17%]

[Pollution level: Level 3]

[Exclusive skill: Courage Silver Spear]

[Not timid in the face of battle, he can perfectly display his strength in any situation. His spear skills are divine, and those who are shocked by Zhao Yun's spear skills will have their overall strength suppressed by 50% in all directions]

【Status: Good】

"Zhao...Zhao Zilong? The person who saved me turned out to be the young version of Zhao Yun!"

Lin Junshu looked at the information in the system status box and was dumbfounded.

The young Zhao Yun didn't pay attention to the reactions of the two men. He picked up the identity token from the waist of the village commander and put it into his arms before riding away.

"Although the Yellow Turban is gone, the world is still very unsettled recently. Please pay attention to your safety when traveling. I still have important things to do, so I will see you again if I am destined!"

"Wait..."

"Drive!"

Lin Junshu wanted to say something more, but the young Zhao Yun was like a gust of wind, riding a white horse and drifting away.

"Do you know this boy?"

Hu Jian couldn't help but ask when he saw Lin Junshu looking at the direction the young man was leaving with regret on his face.

Lin Junshu nodded, "We have known each other for a long time."

After Zhao Yun left, Lin Junshu and Hu Jian repaired on the spot for a while, briefly treated their injuries, and then returned to the place where they were ambushed in the valley before, and retrieved the horses and the dry food they carried with them.

There were still dozens of corpses of Han soldiers lying at the mouth of the valley. In order to avoid a long night and many dreams, the two simply ate something and after recovering a little strength, they hurriedly left and headed south again.

After the previous encounter, both of them became more cautious.

We chose to take detours to avoid the steep terrain we encountered along the way.

Along the way south, except for the ambush in the valley, they saw more of the people's livelihood.

What puzzled Lin Junshu was that although Zhang Jiao failed to fully realize his dream of Huang Tian, ​​Zhang Jiao did severely damage the sky worshiped by the Han Dynasty during the Battle of Julu.

But along the way, they saw that the situation in various places did not improve at all.

The local dignitaries who want to harm one side, the bandits who occupy the mountains and block the roads, the soldiers and bandits, poison the countryside.

People like Wang Cheng and He Tuen Chang are by no means isolated cases.

Holding the cloth bag in his arms, Lin Junshu was a little confused for a moment.

After several days of trekking, the two finally entered the boundary of Yanzhou.

Nanhua Mountain is not well-known, so the two of them asked around and finally learned the approximate location of Nanhua Mountain from an old man in a small village.

After more than half a month, the two finally stumbled closer to their destination.

Thanks to Zhang Jiao's contact with Huang Tian before his death, his body was affected by the power of the evil god. Otherwise, after such a long time, the head in Lin Junshu's arms would have started to rot, and the stench could be smelled half a mile away.

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The two came to the foot of a low mountain and walked for a long time before meeting a woodcutter who was chopping wood.

After asking the woodcutter, the two of them confirmed that the unremarkable hill in front of them, only a few hundred meters high, was their destination - Nanhua Mountain.

The closer he got to Nanhua Mountain, the more silent Hu Jian became.

Lin Junshu looked at Hu Jian, who was looking at the top of the mountain in a daze, and asked: "Are you a little disappointed with Nanhua Mountain, which you have long admired?"

Hu Jian thought for a while and nodded honestly: "A little bit."

"The mountain is not high, if there is an immortal, it will be famous. If the water is not deep, there will be a dragon. Old Hu, you are obsessed with the spirit. We are here for the general's master. The Nanhua Immortal is here, and the general's former home is here. Then

This is not an ordinary ordinary hill."

Lin Junshu, who was climbing towards the mountain path, didn't hear Hu Jian's response for a long time, thinking that he was affected by his words. He was about to turn around and say a few words of comfort, but he happened to meet Hu Jian's surprised expression.

"What's that expression on your face!"

"You can actually recite poetry?"

"???"

It’s this look, this expression!

I also had this expression when I was writing on the top of the tower of Xushui City Lord's Mansion!

Lin Junshu couldn't figure out what image he had in Hu Jian's mind? Do I just look like an illiterate?

After all, I am also an ordinary older otaku in the 21st century, okay?

Why are you writing a word or reciting a poem? Your big black face, which you can't even see clearly on weekdays, shows a lively expression as if you saw a chimpanzee talking. Hey!

The two of them chatted away from time to time, trying to pass the strange emotions that arose for no apparent reason.

Lin Junshu thought, maybe because the goal was approaching, after burying Zhang Jue's head, in this big man who was about to enter troubled times, he had neither a goal nor a direction, so he couldn't help but feel confused.

As for Hu Jian, he is a persistent fool who regards Zhang Jue's ideal as his lifelong pursuit. But the yellow sky has fallen, and Zhang Jue only has the head in his arms.

Perhaps, he is more at a loss than himself...

The stone steps gradually disappeared and the path became steeper and steeper. The two began to stop talking and climbed in silence towards the top of the mountain they were about to reach.

Finally there is no road, and after climbing the last steep slope, there is a lonely platform.

There is no monastery, no villa, not even a thatched hut. There is only a big ugly black stone with the three characters "Nanhua Mountain" carved in it, which have been polished by wind and rain and are hard to see clearly.

"Is this really Nanhua Mountain? Where is the Nanhua Immortal? Where is the former residence of General Tiangong?"

Lin Junshu looked at Hu Jian and saw the same blank expression.

The two of them reluctantly searched the small mountaintop platform carefully, and Lin Junshu even touched the large, ordinary black stone.

But as expected, nothing was found.

"Maybe we are looking in the wrong place. There are so many mountains in Yanzhou, and it is normal for there to be one or two with the same name. We will just look for them again."

Lin Junshu comforted Hu Jian, and pretended to be free and easy, reaching out and patting the vague carvings on the big black stone twice.

"We..."

Just as Lin Junshu was about to speak, an ethereal figure appeared in his mind.

The man seemed to be sitting in the clouds and could not see his figure clearly. Lin Junshu only felt an oppressive gaze sweeping towards him.

An ethereal voice sounded:
Chapter completed!