Fang Qushuai, the thirty-sixth commander of Taiping Road, agreed on the time for the uprising, which was March.
It even means approaching Luoyang.
Those people who have been abandoned and ignored are accumulating the fire in their hearts, and when the time comes the world will rise up in rebellion.
Accumulate all your strength and overthrow the high-ranking emperors and generals in one go.
But no one could have guessed that Zhang Jiao personally saved the life, and the disciple Tang Zhou he accepted became a traitor. The kind and gentle Ma Yuanyi was torn apart by a car, and the plan to break out of the alliance was shattered. Zhang Jiao was silent for a long time, and when he left
When he came out, Wei Yuan noticed that the wrinkles between his eyebrows seemed to be heavier.
This time Zhang Jiao no longer hesitated.
He raises the trumpet, the sky is dead, the yellow sky is standing, the age is Jiazi, and the world is auspicious.
With a shout, tens of thousands of followers are already the ultimate description of the prosperity of ancient times. In ancient times, Chen defeated Wu Guang, but later he only had tens of thousands of soldiers and horses to dare to become the king. But this time, when the Taoist raised his hand
, storms arose in every state in the world, they raised their arms and shouted, and millions of people followed.
The huge, unshakable city of the Han Empire was crushed to pieces.
The fierce fire burned the sky.
Yellow Turbans appeared everywhere, but gradually, A Yuan discovered that some of these people were not real rebels. They were just opportunistic people, and even bandits themselves, taking advantage of the opportunity to plunder. He discovered that Zhang Jiao
The aura became stronger and stronger, like a flame that was extremely bright.
Like the flame that illuminates this dark age, it is blazing and bright.
He knew that the hope in everyone's eyes and the flame in their eyes was this Taoist.
But he began to feel uneasy in his heart.
Flame burning requires fuel.
Liu Niu's hands were stained with blood, and many of his comrades died on the road. This man with a few strands of white hair on his temples was silent for a long time, and said in a relaxed tone: "At least they didn't starve to death without dignity. They are already doing well."
La."
He rubbed A Yuan's hair, and the young man found that there were a few more yellow scarves on Liu Niu's arms that should have been tied to other people's foreheads. When he walked, these yellow scarves accompanied him, like shaking flames, slowly
Slowly, they conquered more and more cities, and Liu Niu wore more and more yellow scarves on his arms.
When those high-ranking aristocratic families discovered that the low-level people actually began to shake them, they finally began to panic and began to suppress them. They issued orders to all localities to take strict precautions and ordered all states and counties to prepare for war. However, at the beginning, the armies everywhere were no match for the Yellow Turbans, until that person
His Majesty the Emperor mobilized the famous generals of the Han Dynasty.
Lu Zhi, Huangfu Song, Zhu Jun...
Until this monster, which has occupied the world for a long time, began to mobilize the elites who eat meat and rice and noodles.
They wore armor and looked serious and solemn.
Come and fight those skinny farmers with bulging bones.
Among them, Lu Zhi, who had a high reputation in the court, led the elite of the Han Dynasty to personally attack the core of the entire Taiping Road. This was an upright military strategy. To capture the thief, capture the king first. They believed that as long as the leader of the thief was defeated, this so-called
The Taiping Road is not worth mentioning at all.
The coughing young man looked at his senior brothers going out one by one. He didn't know why, but he was a little precocious.
He knew that these famous generals had guessed wrong.
To capture the thief first, capture the king is not suitable for the Yellow Turbans...
Because they didn't come forward because they were bewitched by someone.
In April of this year, Sun Jian, a great warrior of the Han Dynasty, led his army to join Zhu Jun.
Immediately, they were defeated by the Yellow Turban Army Bocai.
Sun Jian and Zhu Junjun had to retreat continuously. The famous Han general Huangfu Song joined forces with them and controlled the five schools. The Knights of Sanhe and the newly recruited elite warriors, a total of more than 40,000 people, were stationed in Changshe, and they barely resisted Bo Cai's attack. But was directly besieged.
These children of aristocratic families who have been practicing martial arts since childhood and who wear armor to fight are at a loss for the first time. Whether they wear armor or not and whether they are strong or not are very important on the battlefield. This far outweighs the numerical advantage.
An armored elite warrior can easily kill five or ten unarmored soldiers head-on.
One of the reasons why a Han is a Wuhu is armor and weapons.
What's more, he's just a skinny farmer.
But they did lose.
Elite warriors were defeated by farmers who could only eat tree bark.
Sun Jian stood on the city. He still remembered those people. They looked like weeds. They didn't even need to be chopped with swords. They might fall down at any time and never get up again, but they attacked like crazy. Or, their eyes are like burning fire
Soon, the Runan Yellow Turban Army defeated the prefect Zhao Qian in Shaoling.
The Yellow Turban Army in Guangyang killed Guo Xun, the governor of Youzhou, and Liu Wei, the prefect.
Successful reports were delivered frequently, and because the opponent's idea was to capture the thieves first, the Jizhou troops had to fight hard against the elite Zhang Jiao tribe of the Han Dynasty. They were still able to compete with them at first, but soon, Yuan discovered , Zhang Jiao, who had always wanted to have endless energy since he could remember, suddenly fell ill.
His Qi is getting stronger and stronger like the sun.
His vitality became more and more dwindling, like a withered river under the bright sun.
The energy is getting worse day by day.
The only two remaining master uncles, Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao, were completely unable to compete with Lu Zhi.
Zhang Jiaobu retreated continuously.
He retreated to Guangzong.
But on this day, the enemy commander, Lu Zhi, who was said to be both civil and military, a former minister and a famous general, actually led two young men into Guangzong City. It seemed that they felt that with their strength, they could attack at any time. After escaping, they found Zhang Jiao's house and wanted to visit the Taoist.
A Yuan was the only disciple who still stayed with Zhang Jiao, and he looked at Lu Zhi warily.
Just as he was about to refuse, he heard a calm voice, "A Yuan, step away."
A Yuan turned his head and saw that Zhang Jiao, who had almost fallen on the bed and had been unable to get off the ground for several days, was standing there calmly in Taoist robes. The young man slowly stepped away. Zhang Jiao said lightly: "I didn't expect Lu Shangshu to come in. .”
Lu Zhi stared at the young Taoist in front of him and sighed:
"What a pity for your cultivation."
"Zhang Jiao, give up, why take these people to die... I will report to the emperor today that although you will die, these people may not be able to strive for leniency. Now that your majesty is wise and powerful, as long as the external chaos and internal troubles are eliminated, the days will come. It will get better."
The young Taoist replied with a smile, with slight dimples on his cheeks:
"I thought so too, once."
"But then I understood..."
The Taoist said softly:
"Patience can't have good results, it's impossible."
"Patience will only lead to greater and greater oppression. I originally wanted to have enough to eat, but then the land was annexed. Then I couldn't even eat, and I could only eat tree bark. Then there was an epidemic and a severe drought. But because His Majesty wanted to build a Gardens, so taxes have not been reduced at all, but have been increased step by step."
"Faced with this, we can only rise up."
Lu Zhi fell silent and sighed: "...But if you do this, more people will die in vain."
"They could have lived..."
The good-tempered young Taoist replied:
"It is precisely because we want to live that we stand up."
The conversation naturally ended unhappily, and finally Lu Zhi said: "You know, we will definitely lose this time. Dayu made the Nine Tripods, Emperor Qin cast the Jade Seal, and the fate of the Jiuzhou was united, so Guangwu Zhongxing, this is
Destiny is mine, and now that the dragon veins are stable, I still have hundreds of years of good luck ahead of me."
"You can't make it happen."
"Besides, we are burdened with luck. What about you? What do you rely on? Just rely on your own Taoism. How long can your Taoism run through heaven and earth? How long can it last?"
Zhang Jue didn't answer indifferently and asked the young man to send the three guests out. After watching the disciples go away with his naked eyes, he still had the same magnanimity as before. He raised his arms and shouted, and the Taoist who was swept by the spirit of China suddenly turned pale, and his eyes were bursting with excitement.
Black, holding on to the wall, slowly sat down, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, staining his robes red.
Little by little, he trudged into the house without letting anyone see him.
……………………
Lu Zhi was led out of the city by the young man. He saw skinny people greeting each other with kind expressions. If they were not in the rebel city, he almost thought it was some disaster-stricken town. He
I don’t know what to say, but the Yellow Turbans are actually just ordinary people who can’t survive.
For him, this is a truth that he cannot face directly.
Lu Zhi sighed and said:
"Little kid, why are you following Zhang Jiao... Aren't you afraid of dying on the battlefield?"
Yuan replied: "Afraid, but Uncle Liu Niu said that you are not afraid of dying in battle. It is just over in one moment. It is much better than starving to death alive. My mother also said that you must not starve to death in this life."
Lu Zhi was silent: "Starve to death?"
He was speechless and changed the subject: "Where is your mother?"
The young man replied: "My mother is dead... she died of starvation."
Lu Zhi looked around, saw the common people, noticed their vigilant and strange gazes, and felt blocked. For the sake of the common people in the world, he found that the enemies he was slaughtering were also burly people. This made him feel very uncomfortable. There was someone with a strong and fierce temperament next to him.
The young man asked:
"Your mother is dead. Why didn't you stay mourning for three years in front of her tomb? Instead, you did things like rebellious officials and traitors? Aren't you afraid of bringing shame to your mother?"
Yuan asked curiously: "What is a tomb?"
The young man was stunned. Next to Lu Zhi, a slightly younger man with long arms and a heroic temperament said:
"After your mother passed away, where was she buried..."
The boy who was only twelve or thirteen years old replied: "After my mother died, she only had a straw mat to cover her, and some people only had a piece of clothes, and they were buried in the hole. In fact, some people died without even leaving their clothes.
Even if you bury it, you can still wear clothes. How strange are you that you don’t know this?”
The tough young man couldn't speak, so he frowned and said angrily:
"What's your tone?"
"Do you know who you are talking to? The teacher is a contemporary minister. He once presided over the compilation of Luoyang Stone Tablets and has a world-wide context!"
The young man was stunned and asked, "Are they the forty-six stone tablets in Luoyang?"
Lu Zhi, who had always had a generous personality, looked a little pale. He stopped the young man, bent slightly, looked at the young man and said with a forced smile:
"Little kid, do you also know about the stone carvings? In fact, they are not as good as Bo Gui said..."
Yuan raised his head and said: "I know, in the year when the monument was built, there was a severe drought and epidemic."
"I remember that many, many people died. They died of starvation. I thought that the monument had been carved for eight years and contained many words. If the money spent on each word could save a hundred or a thousand people, because
In fact, it is very simple for people to live. If they have tree bark, a little food, and a little water, they can survive."
The young man, dressed in linen, looked at the world-famous scholar and said softly:
"Old sir, are those words and principles more important than human life?"
Lu Zhi's face turned pale.
A Confucian heart collapsed almost instantly.
He left in despair. The long-armed young man was speechless. When he saw that the shoes on both feet of the child did not fit well, he sighed, stretched out his arms, took the child under his arms, put him on a stone, and then looked for him.
He picked up some grass and knitted something with his fingers quickly and flexibly, while asking the child what the people wanted.
The young man thought for a while and replied: "Have enough food to eat, a place to live, and clothes to wear."
"You won't be drafted and die outside for no reason."
"Won't starve to death."
His voice paused and he added: "It would be best to have meat to eat."
The young man with a knight-errant temperament couldn't help laughing. He spent a while and knitted a pair of beautiful straw sandals, put them on for the child, patted the dirt on his clothes, stood up, and said with a smile:
"Let's go, little guy, tell me, do you have any other ideas?"
The young man thought for a while, looked at the smiling young knight, and said cautiously:
"We want to be treated like people."
"Don't be left behind easily, we are human beings too."
The voice paused, and the young man murmured: "Are you still saying that we don't deserve it?"
The young man opened his mouth, and the knight-errant, who had always been heroic and heroic, was lost in thought for a long time.
He carried the two swords on his back, nodded slowly, bowed and said:
"Thank you...for your advice."
Yuan was stunned, and then subconsciously returned the salute. You Xiaer turned around and left, chasing his teacher and senior brother to the outside world. They had cultivation, so they could do such things.
Lu Zhi was in a trance for the first time. He had actually built barriers, dug trenches, and built ladders, and could attack at any time. However, he ordered the Han army to besiege and not attack.
There are also Han people in the city... Han people who can't survive.
As long as Zhang Jiao is killed by the backlash, there may not be any way to persuade him to surrender.
The old Confucian scholar asked his disciples what their aspirations were, and the tough man among them replied solemnly: "The current matter is that the Han conquers foreigners, which consumes too much money. If Zan is a general, he should order the foreigners at the border not to invade. I am a big man."
Living in the sea will naturally stabilize people's livelihood."
He has already made a big name in the border areas, and this time he is just here to help the teacher.
Lu Zhi nodded, looked at the young man next to him, Ren Xia, who was not good at studying and could only wear bright clothes and angry horses, and said: "Xuande, what about you?"
The young man with a heroic temperament took a long time to come to his senses and replied: "Probably..."
"No matter what, you will not abandon the people under your rule, right?"
The tough young man couldn't help laughing at his junior brother.
Lu Zhi was surprised that he, a disciple who only liked drinking and fighting when he was a student, and directly impressed all the knights around him, actually had such an opinion. He rarely nodded in agreement, but this encirclement without killing finally attracted the attention of the court.
doubts.
Emperor Ling sent Zuo Feng of Xiaohuangmen to see him. Someone advised Lu Zhi to bribe Zuo Feng to prevent the encirclement without killing from being exposed.
But Lu Zhi's temperament was the same as that of Dao Jian, and he didn't like the so-called Xiaohuang Sect at all.
So Zuo Feng reported back to the Han Emperor and told him that Guangzong could be captured easily, but General Lu Zhonglang had no intention of attacking and killing him at all. He probably wanted to let the sky kill Zhang Jue, so Emperor Ling was angry and issued an edict to General Lu Zhonglang.
Lu Zhi dismissed him directly and escorted him back to the court.
When Lu Zhi left, he stared at the distant city. He smiled at last and still refused to attack. He was taken away in a prison car. No one knew why he did not attack at this time, nor did they know that eight years later, this great scholar
When he died, why did he let his son bury him in a grave?
No coffin, just a single suit.
………………
Zhang Jiao watched Lu Zhi being taken away.
He began to be unable to walk normally and looked more like a sick man than A Yuan.
Even the Nine-section Staff needs A Yuan to hold it for him.
Then, just as Lu Zhi said, destiny is in the Han Dynasty, the news frequently turns to evil. Those Yellow Turban generals and Yellow Turban warriors have a strong enough will, but the art of war does not mean that they are brave and fearless.
You can ignore it even if you die.
After being besieged for a month, Huangfu Song launched a night fire attack and broke through Bocai's blockade.
Together with the reinforcements, a young general named Cao Cao broke through the siege of Bo Cai's tribe.
Later, many Yellow Turban generals were killed, and Lu Zhi was replaced by Dong Zhuo, a famous general who was said to have become famous at the border. Zhang Jiao mustered up his will and defeated this famous border general, so Huangfu Song had no choice but to continue going north to face Zhang Jue.
, also the Yellow Turban Jizhou Department.
On the day Dong Zhuo retired, two Taoists came to visit him.
They looked at Zhang Jiao who could no longer get off the ground with complicated expressions, and sighed: "It's the commandment of our Taoist sect. Why do you want to stir up such a big thing? Why do you want to bring about great changes in the world? Why do you want to join the world? You are the genius of this generation.
The highest man..."
Zhang Jiao asked peacefully: "I am a true cultivator and do the right things. Is there anything wrong with that?"
The two Taoists shook their heads.
Zhang Jiaofu asked again:
"Is there anything wrong with treating illnesses and saving people?"
The two Taoists shook their heads in silence.
Zhang Jiao murmured: "They want to live...is it wrong?"
The two true cultivators were speechless. Yuan helped Zhang Jue up. He bowed and said softly:
"Zuo Ci, Yu Ji, I want to ask you something."
"Please prepare for me the magic weapon recorded on this object."
Yu Ji and Zuo Ci took this object. When they saw the core sword above, which must be a weapon carrying the king's energy, or a weapon stained with the king's blood, their expressions suddenly changed, and they suddenly looked up.
Zhang Jue, everyone was shocked: "Zhang Jue... do you know what you are going to do?!"
Zhang Jiao replied softly: "Treat diseases and save people."
"Thank you, my two Taoist friends."
Yu Ji and Zuo Ci opened their mouths this time and began to have doubts about their choice to live in seclusion. They spent several days preparing all the things for Zhang Jiao, and then the two true practitioners bowed down for a long time.
road:
"Fellow……"
"That's it, don't pass."
Zhang Jiao returned the gift with a smile: "...and we'll say goodbye."
In the end, A Yuan held the nine-section staff for the great virtuous master, while Zhang Jiao coughed violently and slowly carved the talisman with his finger. He smiled and said: "A Yuan, I once told you that the talisman is the voice of the heart. This talisman is the voice of the heart."
, I haven’t shown it to others yet, and today you are considered the only inheritor of my method, haha.”
The young man just looked sad.
This is a very complicated spell, and even uses these talismans to form something like an altar for later generations. Zhang Jiao stepped lightly on the ground, and said an edict in his mouth. The surrounding area suddenly lit up, and the young man A Yuan subconsciously closed his eyes.
Eyes, when he opened his eyes, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he almost lost the ability to think.
A vast and majestic place.
There was no up and down, no front and back, and it was even difficult to speak. He saw this world that seemed to be the embodiment of the vast universe, saw the earth, mountains and rivers connected, and saw the huge golden dragon slowly raising its head. The majestic luck filled him
All cultivation is stagnant.
The young man suddenly understood the master's purpose. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the man.
The teacher said that he could see the dragon veins of the Han Dynasty...
But now, the dragon veins of the Han Dynasty are still stable, and the golden dragon transformed by the fate of the Yanhan Dynasty has experienced four hundred years of warmth and cultivation, and it is already like a god. He raised his head and whispered:
"He Fangxiao..."
Zhang Jiao slowly raised his hand and raised the talisman.
At this time, he suddenly thought of what happened when he was young. When he was coming down from the mountain, the teacher suddenly grabbed him and told him that he must not join the world, otherwise, he would definitely be killed. If he could avoid this
calamity, then he will definitely become a peerless true cultivator who is at least as good as Zhang Daoling.
He gave the young Taoist a four-character inscription, which was his destiny and his curse.
Thousands of years of true cultivation.
At that time, the young Taoist still had some baby fat and had two dimples on his cheeks when he smiled.
"That's right, teacher, you know that I, my disciple, have always cherished my life."
"Just treat diseases and save people, and then just recruit a few, ahem, I mean, just recruit a few young Taoist priests to pass on the Taoism. Hey, hey, he has been a true practitioner for thousands of years. I am very envious. What should I do next?
, It has been true cultivation for thousands of years, and it has been popular for generations. It is a bit tacky, but how about receiving boundless magic power? It doesn’t seem to be good..."
Zhang Jiao raised his lips slightly, thinking of the boy with a headache, and finally murmured the second sentence:
"Thousands of years of true cultivation..."
"Just one death."
The Taoist raised his eyes, stepped forward, gave the last salute to the fateful dragon, exhaled and said:
"The poor Taoist Zhang Jiao..."
The talisman is ready in an instant.
"Ask the man to die!!!"
PS: Today’s update is 6,000 words. The second update depends on the status. I’ll post it if I can code it.
"Book of the Later Han Dynasty, Volume 71, Biography of Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun": The emperor followed him. So he sent out the best soldiers from all over the world and selected generals. Song was appointed as the left middle man general, holding the knot, and he and the right middle man general Zhu Jun were sent together.
The five schools, the Knights of Sanhe and the elite warriors, totaling more than 40,000 people, Song and Jun united their armies to fight against the Yingchuan Yellow Turban.
"Zizhi Tongjian Volume 58 Han Ji Fifty": Jun fought with the bandit Bocai and was defeated; Song entered the Baochang Society. The Runan Yellow Turban defeated the prefect Zhao Qian in Shaoling. The Guangyang Yellow Turban killed the Youzhou assassin.
The official Guo Xun and the prefect Liu Wei.
"Book of the Later Han Dynasty, Volume 64, Biographies of Wu Yanshi and Lu Zhao, Fifty-fourth": Yuan Shao, the shepherd of Jizhou, asked Zhi to serve as military advisor. He died in the third year of Chuping. Faced with difficulties, he ordered his son to be buried in a cave sparingly without a coffin. Attached