Dragon map of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 525 Among the Last Celestial Masters

The bright moon is across the sky, and the night is as cool as water.

On the secluded hills, about five thousand remnants of soldiers, hungry and trapped, back to back, surrounded by circles, leaning against the campfire, under the warmth of the fire, helplessly biting the few dry food left on their bodies .

"What do we do now?"

"Will the Supreme Master still protect us?"

"There are enemies down the mountain, we are afraid we will die here!"

"Why don't you surrender?"

"Surrender, don't even think about it, we are celestial masters and disciples, how can we be insulted!"

"It's a big deal!"

"No matter what, we must protect Master Shijun. If Master Shijun is still there, there is still hope for us in the way of heavenly masters!"

"Is there any hope? I'm afraid Hanzhong has changed hands. We, Tianshidao, have just had a look, and we will be beaten and killed so hard to survive!"

"..."

The uneasy mood of these soldiers was evident at this moment.

However, the Heavenly Master Dao has been in the southwest for a long time, and the influence of the believers is not at all inferior to that of the Taiping Dao back then. Back then, the Taiping Dao was able to control the Yellow Turban army of millions by itself, relying on five words, indestructible Belief.

Those who survived and followed so far are mostly Taoist soldiers of the Heavenly Masters. The Taoist soldiers of the Heavenly Masters are a group of people who believe in the Tao of the Heavenly Masters. Belief is sometimes a spiritual sustenance.

Even at this time, these soldiers are depressed and their morale is low, but they still maintain respect for the Celestial Master, and they would rather work hard to protect the contemporary Celestial Master.

In the southeast corner of the hill.

A bonfire was burning alone, and only one young man was sitting cross-legged. The Taoist robe on his body was already stained with blood, the hairpin on his head had been knocked off, and his hair was disheveled. But he didn't care about it at all, he just became dazed in front of the fire.

"I am so unwilling to end up in such a field!"

Zhang Lu roared in his heart.

The third generation descendant of Tianshi Dao, the contemporary Tianshi, inherits the position of his father, takes charge of the responsibility of heaven, enshrines Taoism, burns incense, and is a ranger in the southwest.

He has undergone great changes since he was a child, and he considers himself smart and good at forbearance.

At that time, there was civil strife in Tianshi Dao, his father died, all the elders were ambitious, and even Zhang Xiu and other talented and strategic people pulled a group of backbones to start anew, which severely damaged the vitality of Tianshi Dao, and fell to the majesty of the Southwest Ranger World. .

Yet he does not despair.

He firmly believes that as the third generation successor of the Tao of Heavenly Master, he can do better than his father and be comparable to the strong grandfather who created the Tao of Heavenly Master. He endured, he endured, and only then did he get out of today's situation.

His martial arts advanced by leaps and bounds, and he became the youngest Yuangang warrior. He became a grand master in martial arts. He made a strong attack, successively quelled the civil strife in the Heavenly Master Dao, beheaded several Heavenly Master elders in succession, and regained countless warriors.

However, he has already realized that the foundation of the celestial master has been damaged, it is difficult to restore the peak, and his reputation is no longer.

Under such circumstances, he once again erupted with his heroic courage. He plotted one place, gave up the two groups of Ba and Shu, and entered Hanzhong to seize power. He fought against Su Gu and Zhang Xiu. What a scene, what arrogance.

Just one step away.

Just one step away, he will be able to get Hanzhong and revive the Tao of Heavenly Master.

It's a pity, just when he was enjoying the victory, an unexpected guest came in, accompanied by wind and thunder. He was unparalleled in vigor and made people tired of dealing with it. In less than half a year, he fell into such a world.

"Mu Clan's Dragon Picture!"

Zhang Lu gritted his teeth, his voice was full of resentment, he hated this young man, it was this man who ruined all his schemes.

However, all he had left was hatred.

Today, the defeat is irreversible.

Tens of thousands of soldiers from Hanzhong were the foundation for him to gain a foothold in Hanzhong. Now he was defeated in one blow, leaving him by his side, nothing more than Taoist soldiers who have been taught by the Heavenly Master for many years. If he wants to gain a foothold in Hanzhong again, he has no hope at all.

"Master Master!"

Yang Ren came up and bowed his hands in salute: "We would like to ask your lord, should we send scout warriors to break through the siege with lightness kung fu, and go out of the mountain to ask for help!"

Although the Hanzhong army was defeated, there were still tens of thousands of main forces in the east.

As long as this part of the troops can respond, they still have hope of breaking through.

But now, they were heavily besieged by soldiers and horses down the mountain, not to mention ordinary soldiers, even the most elite scouts, it was impossible to break out of the encirclement.

"Ask for help?"

Zhang Lu ignited a glimmer of hope: "Maybe it's too late, but we have to give it a try. Living is more important than anything else!"

His desire to survive is stronger than anyone else.

Even if he falls here, he still holds the hope of survival. His hope comes from the masters around him, the Celestial Master Tiewei, and the ghost pawns of Wudou Mijiao. These combined masters can let him kill one in and out.

But unless it is absolutely necessary, he will never give up. The only [-] remnant soldiers he has left today are all Taoist disciples who were born and died for him to enshrine the Celestial Master. Giving up is equivalent to abandoning the last dignity of the Celestial Master.

Asking for help is a way out.

Don't think about Nanzheng City, but in the east, he still has the combined troops of Yang Ang and Zhang Ying. As long as these soldiers and horses can meet him, he still has a chance to break through. Facing the southeast, crossing the Bashan Mountain and entering Berkshire, there is still a glimmer of life.

He wanted to hold on to this chance of survival.

"Tao and Elder!" Zhang Lu shouted in a low voice.

"Meet Master!"

An old man in Taoist robes came out and bowed his hands.

Tianshi Dao is in the southwest, and it has more influence than Taiping Dao in Hebei. It is a top force in the world of knight-errants. It has been passed down for many years, and masters emerge in endlessly.

Even after the civil strife, there are still many masters of the older generation who survived.

For example, this Daohe elder is one of them. This is an elder who was of the same generation as his grandfather Zhang Daoling. He practiced Taoism in Qingcheng Mountain for many years. A veritable Yuangang warrior, a master among rangers.

"You go!"

Zhang Lu said in a low voice: "Going out of the Han River, you are good at water, with your lightness kung fu, the cliff can't stop you, you can go out, hold my celestial master's order, call the soldiers of Hanzhong, come to reinforce !"

"promise!"

Dao and the elders took the token and handed over their orders.

After Dao and the elders left, Zhang Lu raised his head and looked at Yang Ren, thinking of Zhang Lu's prestige in Hanzhong these years, and the generals under his command have emerged one after another, and now only Yang Ren can be the leader: "Yang Ren, you say, we Can you still kill it?"

"can!"

Yang Ren was on the battlefield today, he was seriously injured, his shoulders were bandaged, he was bleeding profusely, his face was a little pale, but his voice was firm: "As long as Master Shijun is still here, we can break out of the siege and make a comeback, my lord Your Majesty will protect us!"

"Hope it!"

There was a bitter smile on the corner of Zhang Lu's mouth. Although he was not as optimistic as Yang Ren, Yang Ren's words also aroused the courage in his heart. At this moment, it is not the end of the mountain.

"Go and appease the soldiers first, and tell them that as long as I, the Heavenly Master, are still there, no one will be able to defeat us, and we will definitely get out alive!"

Zhang Lu said softly.

"Yes!"

Yang Ren surrendered and took the order.

"You don't accept your fate, and I don't accept your fate. I am a celestial master. If I have heaven, I will have it. I haven't been defeated, and I can't die!" Zhang Lu looked at Yang Ren's background, looked at this faint In the sky, his fists were clenched suddenly, the power of Yuangang in his body boiled up, he muttered to himself, his voice was faint, but it was full of determination.

(End of this chapter)