Chapter Four Hundred and Ninety-One: Scholar Seeking?
As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes fell on Guo Jia.
Send a greeting card?
It's quite a good idea.
At least, in this way, the worshiper can be considered to be famous and in line with etiquette.
Even if those yellow turban leaders want to touch their own lord, they must first think about whether they can silence the world.
Moreover, by sending the greetings first, you can also know the other party's thoughts. If something cannot be done, Guo Jia can also send a verbal message to save his lord from being poisoned.
However, as a result, Guo Jia, who delivered the letter, became the most dangerous person.
"On this trip of filial piety, life or death is unpredictable." Xi Zhicai frowned and said in a low voice.
By acting like this, you have already staked your own life. If you are not careful, your life will be in danger. In an instant, your life will be hanging by a thread!
With his intelligence, he should naturally know these things!
"Students know." Guo Jia cupped his hands and replied.
Although he did not call Xi Zhicai his teacher, when facing this person, he still called himself sir.
As for the reason...
Teachers, so they preach and learn karma and resolve doubts!
Although he does not have the name of master and disciple, he has the actual status of master and disciple.
So it’s natural to call him a teacher!
"Even if it is difficult and dangerous, students are still willing to explore it!"
Xiao Wen frowned and was about to say a few words, but was stopped by Xi Zhicai on the side.
The latter shook his head and said softly: "My lord, since Fengxiao wants to go, let him go. With Fengxiao's strength, he will definitely be able to handle this matter properly."
When these words came out of Xi Zhicai's mouth, even Xiao Wen wanted to say something else, but in the end he said nothing and just nodded silently in agreement.
"In that case, here comes Mr. Lao Guo. Sir, please put your own safety first. If it is really a matter of life and death, just tell them that I have information about Zhang Jiao, and they will not embarrass you."
Hearing this, several people were stunned. When they looked at Xiao Wen again, there was a hint of surprise in their eyes.
News about Zhang Jiao?
Is this the trump card of my lord?
But, wasn’t that Zhang Jiao already killed by my lord himself?
Is it possible that the news in the hands of the Lord is the body that was brought back to Kyoto by the imperial court and hung on the top of the city to shock everyone?
If this is the case, these remaining Yellow Turban forces can be put into action.
However, this method is a bit underhanded.
Let’s not mention the means for the moment, but what Xiao Wen did was because the Lord had to take this step for the safety of his subject.
At least, when Xi Zhicai heard such words, he felt grateful beyond words. He just looked at Xiao Wen with a moved face, nodded heavily, and replied: "Don't worry, my lord, Jiading will live up to your trust!"
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After saying that, he took out the pen and paper from his arms, wrote quickly, wrote a letter, put it in his arms, then rode his horse slowly towards the deep mountains.
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Deep in the mountains, there are many stockades. Above the Juyi Hall in the center of these stockades, there is a yellow scarf tied up.
They are the remnants of the Yellow Turbans. They fled into the mountains, kept their names anonymous, and disguised themselves as bandits. Only in this way could they avoid being hunted down.
But even so, they still never forget their identities!
They are the Yellow Turban Army!
They are Zhang Jiao's subordinates! They are the army of Taiping Dao!
The yellow scarf on the plaque is proof!
Zhang Baiqi sat on the chair, his former high spirits had disappeared, replaced by sadness and gloom.
Ever since the Guangzong War began that day, his Taoist master seemed to have already known that the battle would be defeated. He had already led a group of elite soldiers to leave the army and go to the mountains through a secret passage.
At that time, Zhang Baiqi had thousands of reluctances in his heart, but in the end he had to nod his head.
He wanted to turn back, and he wanted to tie up the yellow scarf with his brothers, charge into the battlefield, and kill all the imperial thieves!
Even if he knew it was a dead end in the end, he still wanted to stay here and live and die together with those brothers!
But he can't!
He has to survive, he must live, this is the task assigned to him by the Taoist Master.
Not only does he want to survive, but he also wants to pass on the fire of the Yellow Turban and the hope for the future at this moment!
Therefore, he endured the humiliation and all kinds of pain in his heart, left Guangzong with the rest of the Yellow Turbans, and came here.
Even though he heard about the defeat of the Yellow Turbans and the murder of the Taoist Master on the way, he did not look back.
Even when his comrades poked him in the back and scolded him as a coward, he never looked back!
Adhering to the Taoist master's will, we eliminated the thorns among these people, brought the remaining Yellow Turban Army to this place, opened the materials left by the Taoist master, and took root in this deep mountain.
However, even though he is taking root, he has received quite a lot of information about the outside world these days. The one that concerns him the most is naturally the news of the death of the Taoist Master!
And, the guy who killed the Taoist Master!
General Hussars? General Fenwei? Just a young boy from Xiliang!
He had been beaten to pieces by himself before, how could he be able to kill the Taoist Master?
Sneak attack!
Yes, that guy must have made a sneak attack!
Despicable and shameless guy, there is always one chance. Grandpa Zhang will personally take your head!
Zhang Baiqi roared in his heart, grabbed the wine jar in front of him, slapped off the mud seal with one hand, took a swig, and let the wine flow horizontally, making his clothes wet.
The crystal liquid streaked down the face, but it was hard to tell whether it was wine or tears!
Sometimes, those who survive are not necessarily the luckiest, but the most unfortunate.
Because such people often have to carry more things!
It's like...
Zhang Baiqi at this moment!
Silent and silent, everything was lost in the wine.
As jar after jar of wine was poured down one after another, Zhang Baiqi's expression was extremely calm and unruffled.
While he was drinking, he suddenly heard the sound of rapid footsteps.
Looking up, he saw a figure coming in from outside the camp.
Taking a closer look, that person is not a garrison soldier in the stronghold, who is he?
"Why are you here?" Zhang Baiqi asked, holding the wine jar and staring at the soldiers below with bloodshot eyes.
"Back... back to General, a brother came to report that a scholar was found in the mountains, and he came here to report." The soldier glanced at Zhang Baiqi timidly and replied immediately.
"Scholar?"
Zhang Baiqi muttered, frowned slightly, and hummed: "Since he is a scholar, find out his identity. If he really enters by mistake, he will be driven out of the mountain. If he harbors evil intentions, he will be killed! Why bother to report this to me? Isn't it?
Do you really think that this general is so busy every day?"
"But...but...but General, that person...that person asked to see you by name, saying that he came to deliver greetings to us, the remnants of the Yellow Turbans, on behalf of his master!" the soldier said hesitantly.
After saying these words, Zhang Baiqi could no longer remain calm.
He immediately stood up from his seat, stared at the soldiers below with his eyes slightly narrowed, and an extremely powerful aura suddenly erupted from his body.
Want to see me by name?
And you also know that we are the remnants of the Yellow Turbans?
Is it possible that our identities have been exposed?
Or is it that there are some scoundrels in this mountain who spread the news and attract people from the court to deal with us?