Jizhou is still cold in the first month of the year. The late spring cold a few days ago swept across the Central Plains like locusts. In the fields, mountains, forests, lakes, and alleys, there is cold and fog everywhere.

Julu County, on the banks of Hengshui River in Gaojiazhuang, Nan County.

After Zhang Jiao punched and practiced another sword, he felt comfortable all over, and stood on the right bank of Hengshui with his hands behind his back and looked at Hengshui quietly.

The ice on Hengshui has gradually melted, and fogs rose up under the morning sun, lingering on the water surface. The reeds in the reed marsh no longer have the scene of "a pair of white birds standing by the water, and they startled into the reed flowers when they see people." They are piece by piece, with yellow leaves hanging down, and drops of dew roll back and forth with the swaying of the leaves.

"Iron Niu, what do you think of this reed?" Zhang Jiao pulled off a reed and chewed it gently in his mouth for a few times. A sensual smell echoed in his mouth.

"Master, you know I don't understand these things. If you really want me to say it, I'll say that these reeds are like bags of harvested corn." The man like a black bear beside Zhang Jiao grinned honestly and said embarrassedly: "My family was poor back then. If my mother hadn't pulled some reeds in this reed marsh and made soup into soup, I would have been gone long ago."

"Iron Niu, you are right. This reed is indeed a treasure of my Central Plains. It can not only be used as medicine, but also can be eaten directly in the years of natural disasters. However, in the eyes of this sect, this reed is more like the Han court today, and we are the dewdrops on the reeds!"

Tie Niu touched his head, looked puzzled, and asked in a muffled voice: "Master, do you mean that this reed is like the Han Dynasty, and this dewdrop is us? Are we that small?"

Zhang Jiao laughed, nodded, pointed to the long-withered reed leaves and a touch of green under it and said, "Although the reeds are big, they wither and wither without any life. It is like the Han Dynasty today, with only one flint, can ignite a raging fire and burn it up.

Although the dew drops are small, they are vigorous and vibrant and endlessly vibrant, just like our Taiping Avenue. At noon, they turn into water vapor and spread invisible and colorless between the world. At dusk, they turn into water mist and appear in rivers and ponds, fields and rivers, nurturing new vitality."

Tie Niu touched his forehead and looked at Zhang Jiao with no idea. However, he saw that Zhang Jiao had raised his head and headed towards the distance, and several figures ran towards the avenue in the distance.

"Brother!"

Zhang Jiao frowned and tightened his character in Sichuan, looking at the visitor sternly: "Third brother, you are now the deputy leader of Taiping and the coach of Qu. You should be calm in your actions, and your Mount Tai collapsed without changing your expression. When you encounter something, you will be anxious, confused and panicked. How can you achieve a big thing?"

It turned out that the person who came was Zhang Jiao's third brother Zhang Liang and a few young young people. However, at this time, Zhang Liang was like an ant on a hot pan, and he was extremely anxious. He could not care about Zhang Jiao's scolding. He was even more incoherent when he spoke: "Brother, Mount Tai collapsed... No, it was Ma Yuanyi who collapsed..."

"What happened to Mount Tai? What exactly do you want to say?"

Zhang Liang was so anxious that his forehead was sweating. He opened his mouth for a long time but couldn't hesitate. He simply pulled out the people behind him and said, "Xiao Qi, it's better for you to talk to my elder brother!"

"Master!"

Xiaoqi, Xiaoba and Ajiu were already dead, but when they saw Zhang Jiao, they knelt down and cried loudly: "Master, the incident in Kyoto broke out, Feng Xi and Xu Feng were imprisoned. Coach Qu had no time to notify the eccles in the capital, and the foundations in the capital were all destroyed."

The incident happened in Kyoto? How is it possible? Wasn’t it still fine a few days ago?

Zhang Jiao hurriedly helped up a few people and asked anxiously: "Is the news true? How could the news leak in Kyoto? Where is my brother Ma now?"

Xiaoqi and others were heartbroken and cried, "Report to the leader, all the news is what my sixth brothers found in Luoyang City and saw with their own eyes. As for how to leak the news, my subordinates have no way to know it.

However, my subordinates remember that on the Lantern Festival, Qu Shuai had personally received the Gaoqi envoy of the mountain gate. Later, he heard that the Gaoqi envoy was ordered to capture and kill the Tang sect leader and did not return all night. Until the next day, the sixth brother sent back the news from the yamen that the Gaoqi envoy and others were all killed in the Tangji Guaguosi, and the Tang sect leader was sent to Luoyang prison."

Tang Zhou was imprisoned?

"Okay! Very good! It seems that it's really this dog thief!" Zhang Jiao raised his eyes and clenched his fists tightly. After a while, he let go and asked, "Where is my brother horse now?"

Xiaoqi wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and continued, "On the next day, my sixth brother returned from the yamen to tell the Coach Qu that Feng and Xu and many believers in Luoyang had been obtained by the court. Coach Qu immediately ordered us to come and report the news. We walked out of the Ma Family Martial Arts Hall, and the Ma Family Martial Arts Hall was surrounded by two battalions of Yulin troops. Since then, we have not found any news about Coach Qu."

In this way, Ma Yuanyi is in danger? It is already the 19th day of the first lunar month. It has been three days since Ma Yuanyi received the message and today. Ma Yuanyi is in danger!

Zhang Jiao staggered, as if he was stabbed in the chest. Ma Yuanyi died? That shadow-like Ma Yuanyi died?

Since Zhang Jiao promoted Taiping Avenue, Ma Yuanyi has been following him. From Jizhou to Jingzhou, from Qingzhou to Youzhou, and from Xuzhou to Yanzhou, there were all the ups and downs. He talked about scriptures under the oil lamp in the village, and guided the world on the wilderness hills. He even took orders to Luoyang, the hinterland of the Han Dynasty, presided over the overall situation of the Luoyang uprising, as if his own shadow, followed his own steps and never retreated in a single step.

Zhang Jiao's mind was blank. Ma Yuanyi was affectionate and loyal, and his organizational talents were unparalleled in the church. Sometimes, he even felt more at ease than Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang's two brothers combined.

But now, what about Ma Yuanyi, who is like a shadow of affection and righteousness?

There was a silence on the banks of Hengshui River, and a cold wind passed by. The withered reeds shook in the cold wind, making a sad scream. A cloud of mist enveloped the valley, and it seemed that nothing could be seen clearly in the distance. At this moment, it was so bleak and cold.

This damn late spring cold!

Zhang Jiao couldn't help but pinch his fists, looked up at the goose yellow Chenri, cursed in his heart, covered his lips and coughed a few times, a drop of tears fell down his eyes, falling into the river, and a thin layer of ripples appeared, fleeting in an instant.

...

When Zhang Jiao was on the bank of Hengshui River, Wang Li was walking on the way back to Luoyang. Although the place was different, his mood was similar. Zhang Jiao sighed at Ma Yuanyi's death, while Wang Li was sighing at the decline of the Han Dynasty.

Of course, Ma Yuanyi has not died yet, but it seems that he is not too far away from death.

Looking at the turbulent horse team and the tragic man in the van, Wang Li felt inexplicably ironic, and he was like a prisoner, walking on the steel wire of law and morality.

Law naturally represents the Han court, but who does morality represent? Is it peaceful? Maybe!

Ma Yuanyi's resistance was as expected, but the broken limbs of the Ma Family Martial Arts Hall were dripping from blood. The moths of Wang Jia, He Bing, Xiao Liuzi and others flew into the fire, the fanaticism, tragic heroism and hope for the Datong world forced Wang Li to face his heart again.

"The colorful pen specializes in writing the emperor's words, and writes into several volumes of Taiping Books."

Is the world really peaceful? If the world is peaceful and peaceful, how could so many rebels emerge like mushrooms after a rain in the next few years to ten years?

Taiping Book? This is even more fucking nonsense! Wang Li knew that it was a thin book that was about to break the peace in the world - "Taiping Qingling Book"!

Alas, if it was expected, the Yellow Turban Uprising would inevitably break out in a few days, thus sweeping the entire Han Dynasty. What should I do at that time and what should I do?

On one hand is the decaying and shaky Han Dynasty, and on the other hand is the unarmed peasant army.

The fall of the Han Dynasty is inevitable. Should I stand by and watch? Or should I actively participate in this torrent of history and be the executioner of a peasant uprising army, separating the country, imitating Cao Cao, Liu Bei, and Sun Quan to restore peace to the world?

He raised his head and looked at the increasingly heavy clouds in the sky and the energetic figure of the soldiers in front of him, Cao Song's words came out in his mind: "Don't talk about the matter of being a marquis, and one general will succeed and get rid of thousands of bones!"

Forget it, if thousands of bones are dry, then thousands of bones will be dry. There have always been few thorns, and only after experiencing hundreds of streams can you see the peaks!

Wang Li calmed down and breathed slowly. Grandpa Great Man once said: "There is a regime in the gun, and without the gun, how can he let his relatives survive the upcoming troubled times? What do he use to protect the vitality of the Han people?

Since the war has come, let me create a future in this chaotic world! War and loneliness, blood and loneliness will be with you for the rest of your life.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!