Chapter 139 Zhang Jiao Died of Illness

Guangzong City.

Since Dong Zhuo's army was defeated by yellow scarf warriors in Quyang City that day, Zhang Liang and Zhang Jiao led their troops back to Guangzong City.

"General Rengong, the imperial court sent Huangfu Song to the north to take over Dong Zhuo's position."

After Zhang Liang heard the report, he waved his hand nonchalantly.

What are you panicking about? Eldest brother can summon a yellow turban warrior, not to mention the old man Huangfu, even if the twenty-eight general of Yuntai is resurrected, so what?

When Zhang Liang was quite leisurely, a heavy-faced yellow-turban armored soldier walked out of the back hall, walked quickly to Zhang Liang, leaned over and lowered his head to whisper a few words to Zhang Liang.

"What?"

After Zhang Liang heard the soldier's whisper, he couldn't help being shocked, his face was full of panic, he stood up immediately, and then rushed into the back hall in one breath.

"Brother!"

Zhang Liang rushed into the largest room in the back hall in one breath, only to see a person lying on the bed, exactly Zhang Jiao, with gray lips and a face like gold paper, he didn't have the usual unrestrained appearance, he was almost terminally ill.

"Third and third brother."

Seeing Zhang Liang coming, Zhang Jiao forced a smile on his face, and raised his palm with difficulty. Zhang Liang rushed forward and grasped Zhang Jiao's palm, but felt that Zhang Jiao's palm was extremely hot, as if he was holding a piece of soldering iron in his hand.

"Brother, you."

Zhang Liang was not only worried about Zhang Jiao's health at the moment, he had to know that Zhang Jiao was a great teacher, General Tiangong, and the spiritual leader of the Million Yellow Turban Army. Once Zhang Jiao falls, it will be a major blow to the Yellow Turban Army at this critical moment.

"What are you doing? Hurry up and ask the doctor to come over, do you want to watch my elder brother die?"

"Oh oh oh, let's go now."

The attendant who was serving at the side moved hastily, but was gently stopped by Zhang Jiao.

"Forget it." Zhang Jiao waved his hand lightly and sighed, "Third brother, you forgot that I am a doctor. In order to prepare the talisman water of the yellow scarf warrior, I have tried it myself. Now I am afraid that I will return my soul. It's yellow sky."

Zhang Jiao was once taught three volumes of "Taiping Yaoshu" by another person. Naturally, it is impossible to record any methods of cultivating immortals, but there are indeed many records about pharmacy. Among them is a medicine that stimulates the potential of the human body. This kind of potion was researched and given to the elite soldiers of the Yellow Turbans. The elite soldiers of the Yellow Turbans who were originally strong and brave turned into yellow turban fighters who were brave enough to face the Liangzhou iron cavalry.

However, in order to prepare the potion, Zhang Jiao also tasted the talisman water himself. A few days ago, there was nothing wrong with it, but now he fell ill and lay dying in bed.

While Zhang Liang was feeling sad, he thought to himself: If the elder brother dies, how should he resist the old thief Huangfu?

No, no. I must let my elder brother pass on the three volumes of "Taiping Essentials" to me, so that I can resist the old man Huangfu.

Thinking of this, Zhang Liang said, "Brother, where are the three volumes of heavenly scriptures?"

Zhang Jiao shook his head lightly: "Third Brother, it's better not to continue using Fushui, it's harmful to others and yourself."

Hearing this, Zhang Liang grasped Zhang Jiao's palm even harder: "Brother, if I don't use yellow scarf wrestlers, how can I defend the city?"

Zhang Jiao let out a long sigh: "Do your best and obey the destiny."

Listen to fate? which day? Is it Cangtian, or Huangtian?

Zhang Liang suddenly felt that the hand he was grasping had no strength, Zhang Jiao's head suddenly tilted to the left, and fell down gently, Zhang Liang was stunned for a moment.

"Brother, brother?"

Zhang Liang's mouth suddenly became a little dry, and he gently shook Zhang Jiao's withered palm, but he didn't move.

On the third day of August in the first year of Zhongping, Zhang Jiao passed away in Guangzong City before he could explain the whereabouts of the three volumes of "Taiping Yaoshu". The Yellow Turban Warrior briefly appeared on the battlefield in Hebei like a shooting star. After becoming famous in World War I, he ceased to exist, and was buried in the dust of history along with Zhang Jiao. Countless yellow turban thieves miss the time when Zhang Jiao drove the yellow turban wrestlers and smashed the official army, but no one can repeat the miracle of the yellow turban wrestlers.

"Brother!"

Zhang Liang cried bitterly, tears streaming down his face, and hugged Zhang Jiao's still warm corpse tightly, cried a few words and suddenly remembered something, stood up slowly, and turned around.

In Zhang Jiao's room there were seven or eight attendants who served him personally, seeing Zhang Jiao's death with his own eyes, and missing the great virtuous teacher, he couldn't help crying secretly. But when Zhang Liang saw them, his tear-stained face was filled with horror and gloom.

Zhang Liang approached slowly: "What did you see just now?"

A servant with deep affection whimpered: "Great virtuous teacher, he is dead!"

Pooh!

Zhang Liang pulled out the long sword from his waist and stabbed it into his chest. The long sword passed through his back from his chest, and the blade was dripping with blood. The attendant couldn't believe it, and he never thought that Zhang Liang would He suddenly struck at himself, stretched out his hand to hold the blade, and looked up at Zhang Liang.

Zhang Liang's face was cold and icy, the corners of his mouth slightly curved upwards, and he pulled out the long sword from his body forcefully, and the attendant's body fell to the ground like a broken sack.

"Run, General Rengong killed someone!"

Seeing Zhang Liang kill an attendant with their own eyes, the remaining people were all shocked and ran out like a swarm, but how could Zhang Liang let them go?

Zhang Liang sneered, and rushed up suddenly, aiming at the back of these attendants, he raised his sword and fell, stabbing one of them to death with one sword, and the backyard was full of cries for a while, but each sound was weaker than the sound.

Zhang Liang stabbed each of the four attendants to death not long after. As a heroic general, Zhang Liang hadn't killed anyone himself for a long time. Blood was dripping, and his chest heaved slightly.

Don't let the news of elder brother's death spread!

The reason why the morale of the Yellow Turban Army in Hebei is so high now is because Zhang Jiao defeated Dong Zhuo head-on with the Yellow Turban Warriors and mobilized an army to encircle and suppress nearly ten thousand Northern Army.

But now that Zhang Jiao is dead, how much morale can the Yellow Turban Bandits have left?

Zhang Liang let out a breath, knelt down and wiped the long sword in his hand with the clothes of one of the attendants, then changed into a new clothes in the back hall, and walked out with a normal expression.

"The great virtuous and virtuous teacher caught a cold by chance and is recuperating."

Zhang Liang never imagined that a wall has ears, and when he raised his sword to kill those servants with his own hands, the Yellow Turban Army just happened to hear it from outside the wall.

"Did you know that the great virtuous teacher has passed away! General Rengong killed many people in order to keep his mouth shut."

"What? How could a great virtuous teacher... God!"

The three became tigers, and when Zhang Liang found out, there was no way to stop him, so he had to order the whole army to mourn, put Zhang Jiao's body in a coffin, and buried it solemnly.