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The croaking of frogs and insects intertwined with the bright moon and starlight, creating a peaceful night. A person on the hill quietly looked up at the starry sky and did not move for a long time. If it was not for the cold weather that highlighted the warm breath of this person, people who did not know would think that this was a wooden puppet. If one paid close attention to the corner of the night sky, one would discover that a star that was as large as a bucket of yellow light was gradually dimming. The complicated expression on his face, his furrowed brows, and his chaotic eyes revealed the pain he was feeling.
"Great teacher, the weather is cold tonight. If you don't put on more clothes, you might catch a cold.”
"Father! Little Tiger Hug!"
Big Daze led Little Huzi, who had just turned six, to the person. This person was called the Great Virtuous Teacher by Big Daze. He was Zhang Jiao, who had been famous in the world for the past few years and had more than a million followers.
After Zhang Jiao saved Little Huzi in Zhao Family Village, he took pity on Little Huzi's background and adopted him as his adopted son. Over the past three years, Little Huzi had grown to be smart and intelligent. His eyes were extremely lively, and people could not help but dote on him when they saw him. After Big Daze carried him back, he became responsible for Little Huzi's daily life, just like a nanny.
Zhang Jiao had been fighting Lu Zhi for about half a year. To be honest, although Zhang Jiao knew that he should use the military tactics he knew well on the battlefield, he was tired of fighting and killing all day long. Therefore, after understanding Lu Zhi's military tactics, he left a few silk sachets for Ma Yuanyi and Cheng Yuanzhi. Then, he brought about 500 soldiers and quietly returned to Zhao Village, where the uprising had taken place.
In the past three years, only the cemetery where the Yellow Turban soldiers were hastily buried and the unburned wood scattered everywhere were left in the former Zhao Family Village. Nothing else was left.
For some reason, Zhang Jiao had been recalling the events that had happened here. Even though there were no resting facilities, Zhang Jiao still ordered his men to build a temporary camp for the hundreds of people.
"Big Daze, since you know that the weather outside the tent is cold and the child's constitution is weak, why did you bring Little Huzi out?... Come! Xiaohu, come over to godfather."
Zhang Jiao called Little Huzi over and gently stroked his soft hair. His eyes were filled with boundless gentleness.
" Reporting to the Great Virtuous Master, Little Huzi had a nightmare and was clamoring to see the Great Virtuous Master. This subordinate was unable to dissuade him, so I could only bring him to the Great Virtuous Master's tent to seek an audience…The brother on duty said that the Great Virtuous Teacher was not in the tent, so I looked around and found him here. I hope the Great Virtuous Teacher can forgive me!”
"Oh! Did Xiaohu have a nightmare again? Tell godfather what kind of dream he had this time?”Zhang Jiao squatted down and looked at Little Huzi.
"Little Tiger doesn't dare to say…Little Tiger is afraid that the dream will come true."
Little Huzi pursed his lips to show his determination to not reveal anything, but Zhang Jiao smiled in surprise.
"Xiaohu, didn't you say that you wanted to see the great teacher? But when you saw him, you didn't tell him. Why?”
"That's right! With godfather here, there's no need to be afraid…"
Little Huzi was innocent. He looked at Daze and Zhang Jiao, then shook his head as if he was trying to convince himself.
“... Little Tiger dreamed of Uncle Da Dai…He was besieged to death, and Little Tiger was ruthlessly slapped by a scarred villain…After that, godfather was lying on a white cloth…Uncle Da Dai…Why did Uncle cover my mouth?”
Da Dai was shocked when he heard this. Although he knew that this was Little Huzi's dream, he quickly reached out to stop Little Huzi from saying something so inauspicious in front of his great teacher.
Seeing Zhang Jiao's thoughtful expression, he thought that Zhang Jiao was afraid of this matter. He quickly said,“... This was…A child's tongue knows no bounds. A child's words have no fear. A great teacher should not mind a child's words. How could a dream be taken seriously?”
“... Yes! The child might have been too tired from playing today, so he had this dream. It's late, the dew is heavier at night. Quickly bring Little Tiger back to the tent to rest. Don't let him catch a cold…"
Zhang Jiao said a few words thoughtfully. Without waiting for Daze's reply, he continued to look up at the night sky with a heavy heart. Daze saw Zhang Jiao's troubled expression and thought that it was because of Little Huzi's words. He tactfully went down the hill with Little Huzi.
“... How could a dream be taken seriously? How could a dream be taken seriously? What about the will of heaven?"
Big Daze and Little Huzi went down the hill. After crossing about half a mile of grass, they could return to the camp of the 500 Yellow Turban soldiers. The two of them, one big and one small, laughed and laughed, not caring about the cold weather. After walking for a while, they saw a Yellow Turban brother lying on the ground. Big Daze was a cautious person. He quickly told Little Huzi to stand where he was while he ran toward the Yellow Turban brother lying on the ground.
Brother, what's wrong?"
Daze helped the man up and leaned him against a rock by the roadside. He carefully observed the man to see if he had any external injuries, and he would occasionally turn his head to look at Little Huzi, who was looking around curiously.
“... There were thorns…Guest!"
The wounded Yellow Turban soldier spat out a few words weakly and with difficulty, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
"Assassins? Very few people know our whereabouts this time. Why would there be an assassin? Brother, pull yourself together. Where is the assassin? How many people were there? Who was it? Brother! Please pull yourself together!"
Big Daze anxiously shook the man's body. The man barely raised his right hand, which was covered in blood, and pointed at the small hill beside him. Daze quickly looked in the direction he was pointing at. There were only weeds and the wind. There was no assassin. Big Daze was about to ask again when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. Big Daze knew that something was wrong and quickly punched at this person. He thought that he could kill this person, but he did not expect the sneak attacker to turn over and jump onto the big stone.
Daze quickly took a few steps back and looked at his abdomen. A blue dagger had entered his body, and five masked men jumped down from the surrounding hills. One of them had already grabbed Little Huzi tightly and sealed his mouth.
"You are…Who was it? How dare you attack the camp of the Yellow Turban Army at night!"
Big Daze's forehead was already covered in sweat. He thought that since they were near the camp and their whereabouts were hidden, there was no need for them to guard against any weapons. He did not expect the other party to come prepared and capture Little Huzi in one move. If anything happened to Little Huzi, how would he explain it to the great teacher? However, the dagger on his abdomen was clearly coated with poison. He had used his strength several times but was unable to force out even a trace of it. The other party could tell at a glance that they had a hard foundation. It seemed that there was no chance of survival this time. He hoped that he could hold on for a while and let the others realize that the two of them had been ambushed and rush to rescue them.
"Since we have come prepared, we are not afraid that you will find out…"
A masked man removed the black cloth and glanced at the man who had just disguised himself as a Yellow Turban soldier. The Yellow Turban soldier nodded slightly and gestured to the other four. The other four saw this and removed the black cloth at the same time.
"The Han Emperor has ordered! He wanted the Imperial Guard Commander Chen Zhou and his five subordinates to assassinate Zhang Jiao…However, after lying in ambush for many days, we realized that his strength was beyond our reach. Therefore, we planned to kidnap this child that Zhang Jiao loved very much and force him to surrender. Do you understand?"
It turned out that Liu Hong understood that it was difficult for Lu Zhi's troops to gather troops to resist the Yellow Turban Army, so he secretly ordered the Imperial Guard Chief Chen Zhou and his five subordinates to go to the north of Hebei to assassinate Zhang Jiao. Chen Zhou and the others had been observing Zhang Jiao for many days. They found that not only was Zhang Jiao skilled in martial arts, but he also had many talented people around him. They couldn't attack him for a long time. Coincidentally, Zhang Jiao had left with only 500 soldiers. They couldn't miss this opportunity. After much discussion, they decided to force Zhang Jiao to surrender by holding his adopted son, Little Huzi.
Da Dai was shocked and anxious when he heard that, but the poison was extremely strong. Da Dai could only resist the poison with all his might, and he could no longer snatch Little Huzi back. Little Huzi saw that Daze was sweating profusely, and he was smart enough to know what was going on. He took advantage of the moment when Daze was relaxed and bit the palm that had sealed his mouth. He broke free from the imperial guard's hand and ran towards Daze. The imperial guard who was bitten could not help but fly into a rage. He immediately took a step forward, raised his knife, and saw that Little Huzi was about to be cut into two.
Chen Zhou had wanted to capture Little Huzi to threaten Zhang Jiao, but the imperial guard had attacked too quickly. It was too late for him to speak up and stop him. Everyone could only silently allow the knife to land on Little Huzi.
Suddenly! A yellow shadow dashed towards the guard like a bolt of lightning. The guard was shocked and quickly retracted his saber. With a few "booms", the yellow shadow shot out dozens of yellow lights and hit many of the major acupoints on the man's body. The guard fell dozens of feet away like a broken wood. Chen Zhou and the others were already dead.
"Zhang Jiao!"
Chen Zhou and the others finally saw the yellow shadow clearly. It was the Great Virtuous Master who had been looking up at the sky in yellow.
"Big... A good teacher, a great fool…No…'I can't protect Little Huzi…' Now that you're here... This subordinate can rest assured…It's time!"
Seeing Zhang Jiao, Daze finished his sentence in a stutter. His face had already turned blue, and he slowly closed his eyes. Little Huzi, who had escaped the threat of the guards, was crying bitterly as he hugged Daze's corpse. The scene was truly touching.
Zhang Jiao's face turned green and white, and the veins on his forehead popped up. Chen Zhou and the others didn't dare to make any moves, afraid that they would trigger Zhang Jiao's emotions and cause him to die.
A cool breeze brushed past their faces, and the moonlight was gradually covered by the dark clouds. Other than Little Huzi's cries, no one dared to make a sound.
“... Get lost before I change my mind!”
Zhang Jiao's eyes shot out a brutal aura, but it eventually turned gentle. When the guards heard this, they looked at each other. They did not know if what he said was true or not, but they all looked at Chen Zhou.
"You... Do you think we imperial guards are all cowardly people? You can scare others, but you can't scare me.”
The person who spoke had a loud voice and a scar across his neck. His name was Xiahou Dong, and he had more than twenty years of experience with his Iron Sand Palm. He had always thought highly of himself. Seeing Chen Zhou and the others stunned by Zhang Jiao's one move, he couldn't help but become furious and mocked them.
"What do you think?"
"I want your life!"
Xiahou Dong shot toward Zhang Jiao like an arrow. His two palms glowed with black light. It was obvious that he had already circulated his Black Sand Qi. Zhang Jiao expressionlessly used his right hand to block the attacks. Xiahou Dong saw that his attacks had failed, so he didn't dodge Zhang Jiao's right hand, which was already pointing at his Shanzhong acupoint. He raised his palms to the sky and attacked Zhang Jiao's head from above.
Although Zhang Jiao was several classes higher than Xiahou Dong, he was still shocked by Xiahou Dong's determination to fight to the death. He didn't want to fight with Xiahou Dong, so he floated back several meters.
"Chen Zhou! Let's go! Tell House Xiahou how I died! Avenge me!"
Xiahou Dong saw that Zhang Jiao had been forced to retreat, so he suddenly shouted a warning. At the same time, he turned the black sand palm energy around and attacked Little Huzi, who was still bawling.
“... Don't worry, Brother Xiahou…Everyone, let's go!"
Chen Zhou knew of Xiahou Dong's intentions and immediately ordered his men to scatter. They had observed Zhang Jiao for many days and found that he was not only skilled in martial arts, but also extremely sentimental. Now that Daze had died, he was in a state of panic. If Little Huzi died in their hands, the Han army would have a chance to defeat the Yellow Turban army on the battlefield. Therefore, the guards had to bring this news back to repay Xiahou Dong for his courage to fight to the death.
Zhang Jiao saw Chen Zhou and the others scatter and Xiahou Dong's actions and cursed inwardly. The True Qi of Peace shot toward Little Huzi casually. His hands glowed with a yellow light as he pointed at Xiahou Dong. He wanted to use the tactic of 'besieging Korea to save Wei', forcing Xiahou Dong to retreat. In his panic, Zhang Jiao caught a glimpse of Xiahou Dong sneering. Xiahou Dong was struggling to block Zhang Jiao's palm strikes while simultaneously striking Little Huzi with all his might.
After Little Huzi was hit by the black sand, he rolled a few dozen feet before lying on his back in the grass, not moving at all. Zhang Jiao couldn't help but cry out in pain. He immediately knelt down in front of Little Huzi. Little Huzi was already breathing out more than he was breathing in, and in the blink of an eye, he was dead. Zhang Jiao was furious. Looking at Xiahou Dong, who had already died, he roared,"Quickly send someone over! Liu, I want you to pay with your life!"
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