Yinhou of the Three Kingdoms

"It's just...you don't know, this just exposed your timidity and helplessness!"

"Hehe... Gucheng's equipment is almost unbearable!"

Zhang Yue had a very relaxed night, just like Ning Rong, sleeping soundly, both of them were waiting for tomorrow's contest.

……

The next day.

It was dawn, and the horns of the Yellow Turban Army urged Ning Rong up,

Rubbing her sleepy eyes, Ning Rong looked sleepily at the yellow scarf banner outside the city, the military camp was very powerful.

"yawn!"

Ning Rong yawned furiously, turned around and wanted to go back to sleep peacefully, but was held back by Cao Hong.

"Hey, Zhiyuan, what are you doing?"

"Ah?" Ning Rong looked at Cao Hong in a daze.

"Where's Lu boy?" Cao Hong asked with a sigh.

"Bo Yan?"

Ning Rong blinked, muttered, and instantly became sober.

By chance, he took two steps forward, looking at the tower, with a bright smile on his face.

Huh?

Ning Rong's strange appearance aroused everyone's curiosity, they all raised their heads to look at the top of the tower, and everyone was taken aback when they saw that familiar face.

"This... isn't this Mr. Lu Xiaolang?"

"Huh? He is Mr. Ning's apprentice, why is he dressed like this?"

"..."

All the soldiers looked at it curiously, and the strange scene on the tower attracted the attention of the Yellow Turban Army.

Chapter 165 The Qilin Comes into the World

When everyone looked up at Lu Xun on the city tower, everyone was stunned by Lu Xun's weird attire.

At this time, Lu Xun was wearing the Nine Palaces and Eight Diagrams Taoist robe, which was decorated with stars, the sun, the moon and stars, and the hem of the skirt was a skirt of beautiful mountains and rivers, mountains, rivers, and lands.

Looking at the top of his head again, the casual bun in the past has all been untied at this time, and it has been pulled into a bun with knobbly buttons. A bronze peach wood fork is inserted obliquely into the top, and a sense of simplicity rushes towards him.

"Hey! Boy Lu, what the hell are you doing, come down quickly, it's too dangerous up there!"

Cao Hong stared and called towards the tower, and all the soldiers also stared at him curiously, looking at him full of curiosity.

Lu Xun's face was serious, his small face was tense, his back was straight, he sat cross-legged, his eyes were slightly closed, his solemn appearance made everyone subconsciously quiet down.

a long time……

Lu Xun stood up slowly, ignoring Cao Hong, but glanced at Ning Rong from the corner of his eye, Ning Rong nodded calmly, and Lu Xun's trembling heart slowly calmed down.

Lu Xun's move immediately touched the hearts of countless people. What is he going to do?

……

In the distance, under the city, Zhang Yue and Zhou Cang looked at each other suspiciously, staring at Lu Xun for some unknown reason.

"My lord, this... is to open the altar?"

Zhou Cang speculated and said that this scene was no stranger to their Yellow Turbans. They often preached in the altar and spread the teachings.

"...Hmm~~" Zhang Yue pondered for a moment, then shook her head, motioning Zhou Cang to continue watching.

……

above the castle.

Lu Xun waved his sleeve robe suddenly, and a dust whisk appeared in his right hand, pointing at the yellow scarf thief in the distance and shouted.

"This deity is under the seat of the Taishang Taoist ancestor, so is Qilin boy! You have violated the rules of heaven and killed recklessly. Now that Zhang Jiao's soul has returned to Jiuyou, are you still obsessed with it!"

The clear and clear voice was filled with majesty. Outside the silent east gate, one could see Lu Xun standing unfathomably against the wind, his Taoist robe fluttering and dancing, and a word of wisdom suddenly bloomed between heaven and earth.

"retreat!"

"Back ~"

"Back~~"

A single word echoed between the heaven and the earth, and the huge sound rolled away, like rolling thunder, resounding through the sky and the earth, even the Yellow Turban Army in the distance could hear it clearly.

Invisibly, Lu Xun's voice was covered with an ethereal majesty.

For a moment, everyone looked at each other in dismay, looking at each other incredulously.

This... is this Wanli Voice Transmission?

This is the magic of the gods!

Could it be... is he really a Qilin boy?

The yellow turban thieves trust these gods and ghosts the most, and the sudden sound of explosion in their ears made their hearts tremble continuously.

Some people thought that Lu Xun was pretending to be a ghost, but the huge voice seemed to come from the nine heavens, but it was not something a child could make.

"Hey! Shameless little thief, pretending to be a ghost!"

Zhou Cang received Zhang Yue's instructions, looked at his low-pitched aura, suddenly pointed at people in the distance and cursed one after another.

"Ah~~ Things are up to now, you are still committing crimes on your own, how can you be tolerated that day!"

Lu Xun let out a sigh of compassion, his clear eyes were full of sadness, and immediately, with a cold face, a puff of white smoke suddenly rose into the air as he waved his left hand.

'Teng...'

Everyone's eyes were darkened by the hot white light, and when they opened their eyes to look again, they saw a white smoke covering the top of the city tower, which could not be seen clearly.

The majestic wind blew, and everyone stared at it unnaturally, the white smoke slowly dispersed, and saw that on the top of the tower at this time, there were suddenly green dragons, red birds, white tigers, and black dragons erected in the four directions of east, west, and north. There are four large flags, each of which is burning with a fire plate of raging flames, and is enveloped in black smoke for a while, which makes people feel solemn and solemn.

This time, no one dared to speak out.