At the foot of the quiet mountain peak, there is a small village called Tanxiang Village. The small mountain village is remote and few people know that every household living there has a simple and indifferent heart. The scene here is as described in Taohuayuan Village: quiet and peaceful.

And under the old sycamore tree at the corner of the village, there is always a pretty yellow figure. When the moon rises, I sit quietly under the sycamore tree, holding a pot of delicate cereus in my hand, muttering to myself, talking to myself.

"He is dead? He died at the hands of his father. Is this God punishing my greed? I want not to lose my father's love, but also to attract his attention. I am really too greedy!"

The flashy cereal in her hand is still in a cold figure under the sad night. The girl has carefully cared for this flashy cereal for a month, but as day after day, the flashy cereal is still in a cold posture, without any intention of blooming.

"Ning'er, are you in a daze again? It's cold at night, put on more clothes!" A simple figure walked out from the intersection of the bluestone road and gently put on the girl's fur coat with her hands.

"Dad! Are you really going to join the alliance of those bandits with bad intentions? Dad, think carefully again, your daughter doesn't want you to go back and forth!" The girl named Ning'er frowned slightly, and her tone was uneasy.

"Ning'er, Dad must go this time. Although the thieves in Taihang Mountains are unlikely to be in the weather, they are like fish in water among the endless mountains, and it is difficult to wipe out the court. Dad must leave a way out for you!"

Ning'er was stunned and suddenly felt a faint sense of ominousness in her heart: Dad, why did you say that? Are you hiding something from me?

"Silly, what can dad have to hide from you, a smart child! Haha, you can live in Tanxiang Village for a few days first, and when the alliance is settled there, I will order someone to pick you up!" The middle-aged man caressed the girl's hair lovingly, and the middle-aged man smiled.

"I don't support me, I don't support me. I want to go with my dad. I will go wherever you go. After all, I have only you, my relative!" The girl grabbed his arm and started to show off her charming expression, with a pear blossom in the rain.

The middle-aged man suddenly hugged the girl in yellow tightly into his arms, his tone was gentle, as if he was calling out: Be good, promise father, you must be fine!

"Yes!" The girl lay in the warm harbor, and in a short while, she fell into a sweet dream.

"Good teacher, do you really want to use the thieves from Taihang Mountain to make a comeback?"

"How can a vulgar man like you and me guess the will of a great wise and good teacher?"

Two red and yellow figures walked out of the shadows and started to talk. The two were so accustomed to this special way of communication.

Zhang Jiao frowned deeply and said hoarsely: You and the other two are not allowed to go in this alliance! You can't go secretly, and you can't go openly! Ning'er's safety cannot be separated from you!

The two of them who were quarreling with each other were stunned and said in surprise: Why is this? Great Master, as your Yellow Turban Strongman, I never dare to take a step away!

"Cough! Cough! Cough!" Zhang Jiao seemed to have been scratched to the heartache and suddenly started to cough violently.

The dry palms smeared across the corner of his mouth, and a bright red blood stain was imprinted on it.

"Good teacher, you, are you actually coughing up blood? What's wrong with you?" The two red and yellow figures no longer bothered to quarrel, and they all said in panic.

"Cough! Cough! For my own selfish desire, I have created a huge murderous crime, and I am destined to be tolerated by the sky. A star master once said that after I die, I will be transformed into a catastrophe and fly, and even my head will be regarded as a ladder to the sky. I didn't believe it, but now I think about it, but who should take my big and beautiful head?" Zhang Jiao sighed.

The two red and yellow figures remained silent, and their hearts felt like a huge rock was blocked, and they felt unexplained.

The end of a hero, or the end of a hero? When everything is settled, who would have thought that a great wise and good teacher who was once regarded as a god by millions of people would be like a common man who had been sublimated and sentimental?

The girl in her arms didn't know what she encountered in her dream, and at some point, her tears slowly soaked the corners of her eyes...

The girl's clothes were clean, beautiful and noble, spotless. Zhang Jiao, who had been coughing up blood, spit out all the dirty blood spit on his robe like an ordinary father, and pieces of sad and beautiful blood were falling.

Because he knew deeply: his daughter, this little girl he saw growing up, loved to be clean!

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Heishan Mountain has beautiful land and towering ancient trees. It is a famous mountain range in Zhongshan Kingdom.

However, when it comes to Montenegro's road to fame, it is full of sadness and legend. I don't know whether it is the time to create heroes or the time to create bears? In short, the reputation of Montenegro is so famous that it occupies a dangerous force called the Montenegro Army.

When the Yellow Turbans began to rob, bandits all over the world took advantage of the situation and raised the banner of the Yellow Turban, but most of them could only be considered as mobs among the mobs. Only the Black Mountain Army was one of the big bandits who could barely lift the Yellow Turban tiger skin.

However, Zhang Niujiao, the founder of the Black Mountain Army, was sadly shot by a siege when he led his troops to attack the city for the first time. Then the Black Mountain Army came to Chu Yan. In order to inherit Zhang Niujiao's will, Chu Yan changed his surname to Zhang, which was Zhang Yan.

Because he has the name of being brisk in behavior, he got the nickname of Feiyan.

The legend of the Black Mountain Army after the sadness was created by Chu Feiyan or Zhang Yan. Taking advantage of the Yellow Turban Rebellion and the turmoil in the world, the Black Mountain Army under his command attacked everywhere, attacking cities and grabbing grain, just like the five counties including Changshan, Zhaojun, Zhongshan, Shangdang, and Hanoi, as their own horse racing place, and regarded it as a treasure in their pocket to keep.

However, the general trend of the world is always so difficult to understand. Zhang Yan, who was smooth sailing, did not expect that the Yellow Turban Army would be defeated so quickly. It was too late to try to fly this broken yellow scarf.

"Fortunately, I still have a good weapon in my hand! Zhang Jiao, Zhang Jiao, I, Zhang Yan, really deserve to thank you. Thank you for giving me a chance to turn around from all sides."

Zhang Yan took a deep breath and suddenly pushed his hands towards the wooden door in front of him.

One end of the wooden door is a quiet and comfortable doghouse. The other end of the wooden door is a figure like a sea of ​​burning figures. Noisy, disputes, and curses are mixed with a personal cry of pain, shaking the sky and flying to the sky.

"Oh, Feiyan, I finally can't bear to come out!"

"Commander Zhang Da, Feiyan's name has been admired for a long time, long time!"

"The only one flying swallow is flying thousands of miles away, and only one enjoys the world! Judging from his demeanor, it is indeed better to see it than to hear it!"

When Zhang Yanpu saw him, the noisy and noisy sea of ​​people suddenly stagnated. The people in the crowd consciously divided into several groups, and they believed that they had some friendship with Zhang Yan and had similar status. They walked quickly with Zhang Yan, but they had no shyness to protect Zhang Yan. They believed that they were not in dealing with Zhang Yan, but because of the general trend, they hid in the crowd silently, with resentment flashing in their eyes, and the faint light of jealousy flashed, but their number was very small. And more were ordinary Black Mountain troops and bandits who lowered their voices and dared to discuss in a low voice and fierce manner, but their eyes were like a thief who was guilty and frequently looked at Zhang Yan in the center of the crowd.

Huang Long, Zuo Xue, Guo Daxian, Yu Digen, Zhang Baiqi, Liu Shi, Zhang Ba, Ping Han, Dahong, Sili and others could stop children from crying at night, causing infertility to couples to surround Zhang Yan in the middle like stars holding the moon. This scene was an unimaginable shock to ordinary people. And for many people in Heishan who knew Zhang Yan's strength and prestige, all this seemed too normal.

Zhang Jiao was wearing a yellow heavenly robe, with his hair spotless, holding a green wood whisk in his hand, and quietly sat cross-legged on a bluestone about three meters high. His eyes were closed, but he was as calm as water. The thousands of figures under the bluestone were now just passing by in his eyes.

I recalled the conversation with Zhang Yan last night in my mind, and a smile that I wanted to laugh suddenly appeared on the corner of my mouth. Because I never thought anyone could be so funny!

"So seriously, you are no longer a great master. You are just a dust that I control the future. So, I tell you that no matter how you do tomorrow, you will play the deceptive tricks you have shown in the past. I want everyone to remember the miracles of the great master. And you, the great master, are destined to be just the new god created by me, Zhang Yan! But even if you are a god, you are destined to be a puppet in my hands!"

A great wise teacher, a dust, a god, a puppet? When Zhang Yan was oppressing him with a momentum of wisdom beads, he wanted to laugh, and only thought he was so funny.

"Who do you think I am? I am not someone else, I am Zhang Jiao!!!"

Through a long distance, Zhang Jiao looked at Zhang Yan with a smile. From a very close distance, Zhang Jiao saw the look of admiration mixed with admiration in his awe. But no one happened to look at his eyes. He knew that there were thousands of people under the bluestone, even if only three feet altitude, no one would look at him, the former great master.

Perhaps this is Zhang Yan's demonstration of his strength, perhaps because an old man in Taoist robe has nothing to see, or perhaps because he is sitting cross-legged, and others find it a bit difficult to look up. Perhaps...

"Some people like to be blind, some people are used to being blind, and some people are forced to be blind. Power, when it is overwhelming, may help me fight for my life with heaven? When I am free, it may make me forget the past glory and decline? How can I be a virtuous person? How can you understand, how can you help the unvirtuous person? How can you understand, what is the persistence of the great wise and good teacher!"
Chapter completed!