"Ha! The dog thief ahead really heard that I am building this mountain and planting this tree. If you want to pass this road, stay and buy wealth!"

Chen Dao drove his war horse away from the Qinglong Mountains for only two or three miles away. He heard a shout from the front, and the horse reins slammed, slowly stopped and raised his head in the light of fire.

I saw that there were thirty or fifty men gathered at the entrance of the valley in front of me, each with bare arms, a yellow belt tied around his waist, a straw hat on his head, a scumbag on his beard, and without any modification, he was full of energy. With the axe in their hands, it was quite a bit like cutting the path.

Although the group of people were strong, they were standing still without standing or sitting. There were even a few people lying on the grass, holding a dead grass in their mouths and humming, with an expression that they didn't take the Chen seriously at all.

Chen Dao laughed furiously: "Your Grandpa Zhang Jiao has been dead for many years. You yellow turban remnants dare to appear in front of the world again. Are you not afraid that I will take you to cook and fry it?"

"Hmph, what are you? You dare to speak wildly. When I followed General God, I was afraid that you were still carrying a hoe in the field? If General God is gone today, you are a stinky brat, and you are a big-tailed wolf in front of me?"

A big man spat, spit out the grass branch in his mouth, turned over, took the two axes in the hand of the man beside him and danced slightly, and looked at Chen Dao with his eyes slanted, "Stupid brat, don't say that grandpa won't give you a chance. If you can leave these two axes in grandpa's hand, grandpa will let you go today!"

Falcons all day long, but today there are eagles coming to peck at the eyes.

I didn’t even look at who I was, but I wanted to come and rob. If I didn’t kill these birds today, would anyone dare to climb to Chen’s head and urinate?

The guy's words made Chen Dao angry and became angry and brave, and he no longer wanted to say anything to him. He raised his silver halberd and urged his horse to run forward.

A hundred meters away, it arrived in the blink of an eye.

Chen Daoju immediately saw that the guy still looked like he was ignorant of his life and death, and his heart suddenly became stern: This place is only twenty miles away from Xinxi, and he has never seen any bandits and robbers appear on weekdays. What’s even more outrageous is that he actually chose to cut the path at night. Is this robbing people? This is clearly a robbing ghosts!

The eyes reach the heart, the mind reaches the body.

Seeing through the mystery, Chen Dao quietly glanced at the ground and head, and saw several hidden tripping ropes hidden several meters away at the man's feet, but a fluorescent light flashed above his head, as if a large silver net had already been supported in the forest.

Chen Dao took a breath of air, the reins in his hand suddenly stretched straight, and the war horse roared and flew into the air, stopping on the edge of the big net and tripping horse rope: "Chen thought it was a thief from where he came from, but it turned out to be under the command of the former general. I don't know which general was so elegant. He didn't know how to go back to the city to rest in the night, and he was still wandering here?"

"Haha, it's true that he is a general with a lot of generals under Uncle Liu. As soon as the boys take action, they will know you all the best. Zhang Liao was ordered to wait for the general, and asked the general to sell Zhang's face and follow me to Xincai as a distinguished guest!"

Zhang Liao clapped his hands and slowly walked out of the forest.

A veteran was also next to him. The veteran was wearing a very colorful military robe, a dark blue belt tied around his waist, and a dark red sword tied around his waist. He was like a dragon and tiger, and his steps were like a wind, and his gray hair and beard fluttered in the wind as he walked, without being angry.

"You are the Chen Dao Uncle Chen?" The veteran patted the blood-drinking knife on his waist and nodded at Chen Dao. "You little boy, you are not bad. You can not only discover the deployment of our army at the critical moment, but also make quick decisions and not be greedy for merits and advance recklessly. You can indeed bear the guard of the big-eared thief!"

Seeing the veteran whispering to a little kid and a big-eared thief, Chen Dao was so ashamed that he wanted to fight the man to the death.

Unexpectedly, before the silver-cut halberd had taken action, Chen Dao saw a little redness in the sword in the veteran's hand. His face immediately changed and hesitatedly asked: "The veteran general is Huang Zhong and Huang Hansheng under Liu Jingzhou's tent back then?"

Huang Zhong nodded, stroked his long beard and praised, "If I were 70% satisfied with you just now, I am now 90% satisfied. You are very stunning. Why don't you consider developing under the general's position before coming to come? Huang will definitely teach you all your knowledge!"

Have vision?

I fucking recognize you even if you have vision, are you shameless?

Chen Dao was stunned, but heard Old Huang Zhong continue, "You little kid, everything is good, the only thing that makes me unhappy is that my heart is not bright enough."

"What does it mean that the heart is not bright enough?" Chen Dao didn't know what was going on, but he actually replied by a stranger.

Huang Zhong smiled disdainfully: "The big-eared thief was born in a humble manner, but he pretended to be the emperor's uncle and committed fraud. A few years ago, he borrowed Qinghe from his lord and refused to repay it. He threw Xuzhou entrusted by Tao Gongzu to Ji Ling.

Now, for his own benefit, he once again deceived his allies, awakened his spy in Cao's camp to assassinate the angels, and framed the scoundrels. He was not aware of his behavior and behavior. He was not aware of such a person?”

"I'm old but not dead, but I'm a thief. Huang Zhong, you dare to slander my lord and take your order!" I thought Huang Zhong had something new to him, but I didn't expect that Huang Zhong was running the train all over. Chen Dao no longer cared about the big net above his head, and the silver-cut halberd flew straight towards Huang Zhong.

The Blood Drinking Knife was unsheathed, Huang Zhong gently swept the silver halberd to block it, and sighed: "The truth is unpleasant. I thought the little kid was still a good material, but I couldn't suppress the provocation, but I was still too young!

Uncle Chen, it is not easy for you to grow up to this day. Huang will not bully you at a young age. Please discuss with Xu Wenxiang for now and see what kind of constitution you are like. Whether you are fighting or fighting in a single hand, Huang will be with you!"

"Wen Xiang, you can put the formation for Zhang. See that Zhang has cut this old man alive!" Huang Zhong's words almost made Chen Dao vomit blood again. Chen Dao shouted at Xu Sheng and the soldiers who had already caught up, and ran forward again.

"Okay, little kid, since you have treated Huang as a donkey's kindness as a donkey, then Huang will play with you!"

Seeing that his love for talents was repeatedly blocked, Huang Zhong felt regretful and no longer polite to Chen Dao. He stepped onto the war horse lightly on the ground, came to Chen Dao with great spirit, and handed it over like the wind, killing Chen Dao with blood.

But see:

The dust and smoke in the field were rolling, and the war horses were neighing, and the outside world was screaming with concerns.

One is a famous general under Uncle Liu's tent. A silver-cut halberd in his hand is like a dragon in the Tengyuan. When he takes action, the bright moon penetrates thousands of cold stars.

One is an old man who was highly praised by the former general. A blood-drinking knife in his palm seemed to have a tiger left or right, and where the knife fell, it cut off thousands of silver lights.

The silver-cut halberd is like a tide in the blue sea, one halberd after another, one halberd rises and one halberd falls, opening and closing. The blood-drinking knife is like a rolling Yangtze River. One slash passes by one, one slash falls and one slash again, and wins every battle.

The two fought fiercely for about fifty or sixty rounds on the court, only to see Zhang Liao was shocked and Xu Sheng was afraid that they would make mistakes and miss the life of "Qingqing".

Just as I looked, I heard a muffled groan in the field, and the dust suddenly dissipated. Chen Dao covered his arms and rode out, his clothes were not in order, his hair was messy, and his arms were soaked in blood, and he looked like a defeated rooster.

Chen Dao is one of the top generals in Liu Bei's account, and he is not Huang Zhong's opponent!

Everyone was in an uproar. Looking up, Huang Zhong was still sitting on the horse's back, and the wind couldn't blow.

The silver light flowed, the candle red swayed, and the blood-drinking knife in Huang Zhong's hand looked particularly strange and bright under the rising moonlight and the light of the torch, as if a long dragon hidden in the forest was about to emerge.
Chapter completed!