The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 619 Wen has Wenqu, Wu has Wuqu, the thirty-six parties must be unified!
"The sky has no way, which leads to great disasters, successive years of famines, and continuous epidemics."

"In April of the second year of Jianning, the Emperor Yuwende Palace was in the Emperor's Wende Hall. Fang Sheng seated, and a strong wind suddenly rose from the corner of the hall. I saw a big green snake flying down from the beam and coiled on the chair. The Emperor was shocked, and the first aid came to the left and right The palace, all the officials are running away...

"In the first year of Guanghe, a hen turned into a male. On the first day of June, a black air of more than ten feet flew into the Wende Palace. In autumn and July, a rainbow appeared in Yutang; the banks of Wuyuan Mountain were all cracked. One end!"

"Later, ten people, including Zhang Rang and Zhao Zhong, became traitors, and they were called "Ten Constant Attendants". The Emperor Ling respected Zhang Rang and called him "Father".

"In the seventh year of Guanghe, there was a severe drought in the world, and the taxation was heavy, just because the eunuchs, rich and powerful were arrogant, extravagant, and greedy to enjoy happiness!"

On the streets of Jinyang, a storyteller, holding a folding fan, stood in front of a table, and the teahouse was full of guests listening to his storytelling.

Not only in the village pavilions, but also in the cities, there are many such storytellers.

And not only storytellers from Taipingdao, but also storytellers who learned from folks themselves. The new industry of storytelling has begun to float on the table.

At the same time, there was also the industry of novelists. Although Taipingdao's missionary department produced a lot of stories, there were still a few stories, so many people said that they started to write novels.

Among them, the strange novels have attracted a large number of onlookers.

The storyteller took a sip of water, cleared his throat, and raised his voice again.

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, the age is in Jiazi, and the world will be prosperous!"

"... General Zhang Jiao of Tiangong went to the mountain to collect medicine. Dao met an old man with blue eyes and a childlike face, holding a stick of quinoa, called the horn to a cave, and gave him three volumes of heavenly scriptures..."

"The heavens were not angry, so I fought desperately and severely injured General Tiangong. Although General Tiangong cut off the dragon's veins of the big man, he was also bitten by the body, and his life will not be long..."

"Huang Tian was injured, the Heavenly Court was broken, it was difficult to protect sentient beings, Guangzong and Xia Quyang were defeated twice..."

All the people in the teahouse were worried and held their breaths. They usually listened to strange monsters, fairy gods, or the battle between Taiping Dao and foreigners, as well as the battle with the Han army.

Now the storyteller, what he is talking about is the country, the country, the general trend of the world, princes and dukes, the fate of the emperor and the country!
"Snapped!"

When the wooden ruler slapped, everyone was shocked.

The storyteller's tone changed abruptly.

"However, there is no unparalleled road in the sky, there is no doubt that there is no way out of mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers!"

"Although General Sangong passed away, his disciples succeeded him."

"Accepted when the army was defeated, and ordered to be in danger..."

"Many yellow heavens and prosperous ages, rest in this peaceful world..."

The storyteller unfolded his folding fan and said with emotion.

"There was chaos between the two Han Dynasties, once the clouds opened and the sky would be seen again. The grass and trees have new rain and dew for a hundred years, and the old rivers and mountains have been written for thousands of miles."

"Chen Luoqi in an ordinary alley, and orchestras are played in several buildings. People are happy and peaceful, and Yinghua sleeps peacefully."

"...The cloud follows the dragon, the wind follows the tiger. Xu An leads the crowd into the Taihang at this time, but it is like a dragon diving into the abyss, and it is bound to take off in the nine heavens!..."

Hua Tuo was sitting in the teahouse, listening to the story told by the storyteller. He originally thought that this time he was telling those strange stories, but he didn’t expect that what the storyteller told today was different from all the previous stories. s story.

The storyteller's tone fluctuated, ups and downs, and his expression was sometimes tense and sometimes soothing.

The extremely difficult journey of Taipingdao came out of his mouth, sometimes slowly, sometimes anxiously.

In the teahouse, Hua Tuo frowned, and unconsciously clenched the water cup in his hand. When he was in his prime, he had entered the Taihang Mountains as a wandering doctor, and he knew the difficulties of the Taihang Mountains.

It turned out that in the time of peace, there were still many bandits and bandits in the Taihang Mountains, and the terrain of the Taihang Mountains was steep. He couldn't imagine how Xu An could dominate the Taihang Mountains for [-] miles with more than [-] remnants of soldiers within a few years.

Fan A stood beside Hua Tuo, he is Hua Tuo's disciple, today is a rest day, when they walked to the teahouse, they sat down after hearing the storytelling,
At this time, Fan Ah clenched his fists, and his mind followed the ups and downs of the storyteller's tone, and flew into the sky, towards the eight hundred li Taihang Mountain.

"The battle at Chishiling was extremely intense. Yang Feng, who is eight feet tall and has a blue face and fangs, is not an ordinary man, but a leopard spirit that has lived in the Taihang Mountain for a hundred years. Taking advantage of the chaos in the world, he gathered spirits and monsters in the mountain to recruit bandits..."

"Although Yang Feng is a demon, Xu Huang is not a demon or a monster under his command. When Huang Tian descended into the world, the Heavenly Court sent immortal gods to help, and Xu Huang is one of them..."

"The mountain is full of evil spirits, and Yang Feng is good at changing and bewitching people's hearts, so Xu Huang..."

Fan Ah clenched his fists, and when he heard Xu An sneaking into Yang Fengjun alone to persuade Xu Huang, Fan Ah couldn't help leaning forward, even if he knew the result, but when he heard the storyteller mention it, he couldn't help but pinch for Xu An. sweat.

Everyone in the teahouse held their breath and concentrated.

One story after another was told, and the sun gradually set to the west, but the crowd in the teahouse not only did not decrease, but gathered more and more.

Everyone's mood fluctuated with the storyteller's voice. Listening to the story told by the storyteller, it was as if they were on the scene, as if they had become soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army who followed Xu An in bloody battles all the way.

"In the battle of Hedong, the great virtuous and good teachers raised three armies to attack Hedong, Sifang counties, tens of thousands of soldiers, all came to help..."

Slowly, the storyteller had already mentioned that the Yellow Turban Army occupied Shangdang County and attacked Hedong.

Originally, the storyteller didn’t want to talk about it for a long time. Today’s chapter has been finished, but the guests around him don’t want to spare him. It’s because the storytelling is too disturbing. Everyone pooled their money, so they stayed. The storyteller continued to tell the story.

"One of the roads is the reinforcements from Bingzhou Shangjun, with a total of [-] people. Although this road is not the road with the most reinforcements, it is the most important road, because among the reinforcements on this road..."

"General Pingxi was the Marquis of Shangjun!"

Among the crowd, someone interrupted.

"Yes."

"Snapped!"

The storyteller slammed the ruler in his hand on the table, and then said loudly.

"Today, Lu Bulu Fengxian, the Pingxi General of my Taiping Road, was the military marquis of the Shangjun County at that time..."

"In the past, Huang Tian came into the world, and great virtuous teachers and students were born in the world, crying endlessly, exhausting all methods, but still helpless..."

"On the second day, a white-haired old man passed by Juzhong..."

"Just whispered sixteen words into his ear, and the great virtuous teacher didn't cry, but smiled happily..."

The storyteller stopped talking and took a sip of water in a calm manner.

The guests around the teahouse couldn't bear such a pause, and when they got impatient, they asked the storyteller to say the following.

The storyteller smiled indifferently, and slapped the ruler again, the audience fell silent.

But when the storyteller's tone suddenly increased, he said with emotion.

"Wen has Wenqu, Wu has Wuqu, the thirty-six directions must be unified!"

(End of this chapter)