I practiced magic in the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 13 Ancient Nuo Dance, Exorcism and Fighting

In the eleventh month of the fifth year of Zhongping, Yingchuan.

The Yellow Turban Army gathered its forces, forced a crossing of the Wu River, and headed straight for Wuyang.

"Hold your ground! Don't panic!"

"Kill the enemy and protect our home! Fight to the death!"

Wuyang ordered Xun Su to personally put on armor and go into battle, wielding his sword on the top of the city wall and constantly performing the Holy Word Technique to boost the morale of the defenders and stabilize the military spirit.

He was from the Xun family of Yingchuan and was one of the famous Eight Dragons of the Xun family, ranking seventh. He had a full mastery of Confucian spiritual cultivation and his thoughts were like a surging tide. Together with the city defense formation, he blocked the Yellow Turban Army outside the city.

Wang Jing fired dozens of flying flames from his palms, accurately hitting the enemy's face. Then Wang Ling and Xu Lan came forward to finish off the enemy. The three of them cooperated tacitly and finally managed to defend the city wall with great difficulty.

But there were tens of thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers outside the city, more than ten times the number of the defenders. After drinking the talisman water, they transformed into Yellow Turban strongmen and continued to attack the city, which made Wang Jing a little overwhelmed.

"Can Wuyang Ling still hold on?"

"It's fine for now, but I don't know when the imperial court's reinforcements will arrive."

"It should be soon."

Wang Jing replied, his eyes still looking outside the city.

Over the past few months, he has been either practicing martial arts or putting out fires every day. He is almost becoming the captain of the fire brigade.

The combat effectiveness of the local county and state soldiers in Yuzhou was worrying. They relied on the city defense formation, and the Confucian scholars in the city constantly used their thinking to forcibly increase the combat effectiveness of the defenders, and only then were they able to fight the Yellow Turban Army back and forth.

If it were in the wild, it would probably be slaughtered.

The talisman created by Zhang Jue was too powerful, a mere human talisman, after being diluted with water, could transform a skinny farmer into a muscular man. Even if the sequelae were serious, the defenders had to be able to withstand it.

Many counties could not even withstand the first wave of attacks and fell directly into the hands of the enemy. The Yellow Turban Army then confiscated the government treasuries and wealthy households in the city, obtained more resources, and made more talismans, and the snowball kept getting bigger and bigger.

Seeing the situation becoming increasingly critical, Wang Jing sighed inwardly: "I hope the imperial court's reinforcements will arrive soon."

If you don't come soon, he will run away.

At this time, Wang Ling noticed something strange outside the city: "Second brother, look!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Jing also looked outside the city, and saw a gap in the Yellow Turban Army's formation. Then he saw more than a dozen strong Yellow Turban warriors setting up the altar and three animals.

This abnormal behavior confused Wang Jing, who thought the scene before him was very funny: "What is he doing? Asking gods for help when he can't win?"

However, Xun Su, who was standing next to him, had a serious expression on his face: "It's not to invite gods, it's to invite ghosts."

"Ask a ghost?"

Wang Jing suddenly had a bad feeling. Could it be that the opponent had a big move?
"Ghost Tiger Huang Shao is about to take action."

Just as Xun Su finished his words, a stern-faced man in a bright yellow Taoist robe stepped onto the altar set up by the Yellow Turban Army outside the city.

This person is none other than Huang Shao, the Ghost Tiger, leader of the Four Beasts of Heyin!
He was seen wearing a ghost mask, holding a sharp axe, singing ancient songs, and starting to dance a strange dance.

As Huang Shao danced, his own spirit was vaguely connected with the heaven and earth.

Afterwards, dozens of people wearing ghost masks stood out from the crowd and started dancing in the same style as Huang Shao. Their movements were crazy and weird, revealing a wild and ancient atmosphere everywhere.

"Open a case for sacrifice, twist the chicken to offer sacrifice to the gods!"

The mast was hoisted high, and flaming lanterns were hung on it.

Wang Ling exclaimed: "Is this the ancient Nuo dance? Huang Shao wants to drive ghosts and gods to fight!"

Outside Wuyang City, gusts of cold wind began to blow. Under the soul-calling banners, countless hideous ghosts responded to the call and gathered together. Most of them had missing limbs. Some were old people, some were women, and there were even babies with missing limbs.

The only thing they have in common is that they are all filled with tremendous resentment.

Hate the injustice of the world!
I hate that God is blind!
They hated the aristocratic families for exploiting them!

The boundless hatred made them want to turn into evil spirits and come back for revenge even after their death.

Seeing that the vanguard troops were unable to reach the top of the city wall and break the situation, Ghost Tiger Huang Shao had no choice but to cast a spell himself in order to use the army of evil spirits to take down the fortified city in front of him.

He was seen standing under the spirit-calling banner, raising the sharp axe in his hand and slashing forward fiercely: "The court is unjust, and the ghosts and gods will attack it together!"

The ancient Nuo dance was originally used by ancient ancestors to worship heaven and earth and please the gods, but now it has been changed by the Taiping Dao into a method to drive away evil spirits.

If it were in a prosperous era, this method would be suppressed by the dynasty's dragon energy and would have little effect.

Even a country scholar can recite the teachings of the sages and break through magic spells.

But this was a time of chaos, human life was worthless, the corpses of refugees filled the fields, and there were tens of millions of evil spirits who had turned into ghosts.

Famine, plague, war, man-made disasters, and countless people who died with tragic fates turned into a surging tide of ghosts, sweeping towards the gates of Wuyang City.

"Oh no, the city defense formation can't hold up!"

At the critical moment, Xun Su stepped forward and shouted angrily: "A gentleman does not speak of strange things!"

The holy words of Confucianism can break through all laws!
The powerful force of thought, with the blessing of the big man's dragon energy, was extremely powerful, emitting bursts of dazzling golden light, and the tide of ghosts instantly melted like spring snow.

However, Xun Su was not feeling well either. He forced himself to activate the art of the Holy Word. Even though most of the cost was borne by the formation, he was still exhausted. He did not fall down only because of his strong will.

Before everyone could rejoice that they had escaped the disaster, the tide of ghosts outside the city gathered again.

On the soul-guiding banner, black clouds of disaster transformed into a huge vortex, covering the sky and the sun, as if the gates of hell had opened.

The roars of countless evil spirits overlapped each other, making people dizzy and weak even if they were miles apart, as if the sharp sound of nails scratching glass went straight into their ears.

On the altar, Huang Shao lit a heavenly talisman with a painful look on his face, and drank it all in one gulp along with some water.

Then the magic power that had just been released became full in his body again, and with the support of this powerful force, he was able to use the method of "Ten Thousand Ghosts' Grief" again.

If it weren't for the mysterious masked man's request, he would not be willing to waste the precious heavenly talisman in such a place.

However, the most urgent task at the moment is to attack Yingchuan, so he can't care about much else.

Nuo dance is performed again, and the ghost tide reappears.

Wang Jing immediately challenged Xun Su to a battle, saying, "If Huang Shao succeeds in casting the spell, Wuyang will be defeated. The only way to survive is to interrupt his spell! I am willing to lead the army to fight, and ask Wuyang to open the city gates!"

Xun Su was running out of energy and only replied with one word: "Yes."

Wang Jing immediately took Wang Ling and Xu Lan with him, mounted his horse, and the moment the city gate opened, he led 500 cavalrymen and rushed out.

Wang Ling was excited: "Second brother, are we going to catch the leader first?"

Wang Jing glared at Wang Ling angrily and cursed, "I'm going to capture you. Try to fight for a while. If it doesn't work, run away. You're just collecting a salary of several hundred shi. What are you doing with your life?"

Fight to the death outside the city?

Serve the country loyally?

It doesn't exist!

Wang Jing simply wanted to run away because he saw that he couldn't win. Of course, he still had some professional ethics and at least tried to attack before running away.

What if a blind cat catches a dead mouse?
Anyway, they are all cavalry, so if they can't win, they can just run away.

"Follow me to kill the enemy!"

Wang Jing took the lead and led 500 cavalrymen straight to the altar.

Standing on the high altar, Huang Shao could naturally see the actions of the defenders in the city, so he noticed Wang Jing as soon as he left the city.

But he was not panicked at all, instead he sneered: "Humph, you don't know your own abilities."

Then he raised his hand and pointed: "All ghosts, listen to my order, strangle the enemy."

Upon receiving the order, the ghosts immediately flew towards Wang Jing and others.

For a moment, Wang Jing felt his scalp tingling. The scene before him was much more exciting than watching a horror movie. After all, there were usually only one or two evil spirits in horror movies, and to kill a person you had to scare them in various ways, which was very tiring.

There were hundreds and thousands of evil spirits before them, forming an army formation, and under Huang Shao's command, they even knew how to cooperate in combat!
The tide of ghosts was rushing towards them, and before the battle even started, the hundreds of evil ghosts had already frightened Wang Jing's sword guards so much that their faces turned pale and they almost couldn't hold their weapons.

Although cavalrymen have four legs, evil spirits can fly!
Wang Jing took a deep breath, and his hands moved as fast as an afterimage. He quickly formed seals and cast a spell. In an instant, a strong red wind blew up and crashed head-on into the evil spirits that were rushing in like a tide.

The Niwa Holy Flame is specifically designed to defeat evil spirits. Under the blazing flames, even the most vicious ghost will have its soul torn to pieces.

Huang Shao was furious when he saw Wang Jing actually used fire to break his ghost formation. He chanted the spell again and used Huang Tian Dao Fa: "How dare you show off your skills in front of an expert! Huang Tian is boundless, the water god uses the magic, and the rivers and streams flow forever!"

The vital energy turned into a raging wave, surging like a rushing river, mighty and unstoppable. With such a shocking spell, Wang Jing would not hold back, and immediately turned his horse's head, ready to run: "Damn, the wind is strong!"

Although Xu Lan already knew the battle plan of running away if he couldn't win, he couldn't help but show a look of contempt when he saw Wang Jing was so cowardly and didn't hesitate.

The man in front of me is so spineless!
But in Wang Jing's opinion, what's the use of backbone if you lose your life?

What's more, why should I fight with the Yellow Turban Army for no reason?
On the altar, Huang Shao was so angry that he almost vomited three liters of snow. He spent all his magic power to unleash his ultimate move, but it actually missed!
He was so angry that his eyebrows almost stood up. The other party retreated too decisively.

Normally speaking, if someone is performing a ritual, shouldn't the government troops face the challenge head-on and fight to the death in order to stop him?

I just raised my hand to use a big move and you ran away?

Are you worthy of the salary given by the court?
"General Qu, should we give chase?"

"What are you chasing after? He has four legs, how can you catch up with him?"

"But……"

The subordinates were still somewhat unwilling, mainly because they coveted the sword guards' equipment and war horses.

Huang Shao shouted, "It's nothing, the priority right now is to capture Wuyang and advance to Yingchuan. Otherwise, the plan of the Great Sage Master will be delayed. Can you afford it?"

Wang Jing retreated to a safe distance and found a high slope to stop. He then asked breathlessly, "Did the enemy pursue us?"

Xu Lan said with disdain: "Is it necessary to be so afraid of death?"

Wang Jing ignored Xu Lan's contempt and shook his head, saying, "Everyone has to die, some are lighter than a feather, some are heavier than Mount Tai. If I die here today, I'm afraid I'll die even less than a feather. Rather than dying worthless, it's better to stay useful and make achievements in the future, and go down in history."

Xu Lan was defeated by Wang Jing's shamelessness, and the corners of his mouth twitched as he said, "Aren't you still afraid of death?"

While the two were arguing, Wang Ling came back with some information.

"Yanyun, how is Wuyang doing?"

"It's in a precarious situation. The city defense formation can only hold out for one day at most."

Under the attack of evil spirits, the city defense formation was constantly being worn down and would inevitably not last long.

Wang Ling had been working with Xun Su in the city these days and admired his noble character very much, so he looked at Wang Jing unwillingly: "Second brother, is there really no other way?"

Wang Jing saw his mood, but still shook his head: "Human power is limited. This is war. Yanyun, if you become the commander of an army in the future, you must not let your emotions get the better of you."

Wang Jing also admired Xun Su's character.

But despite his admiration, Wang Jing had no intention of dying with him.

Seeing that Wang Ling was still in a low mood, Wang Jing patted him on the shoulder and said, "As long as you have the green mountains, you will never worry about having no firewood to burn. At worst, you can avenge Wuyang Ling in the future."

On the second day, after a fierce attack all night, Wuyang's city defense formation was already in danger.

Wang Jing kept looking for opportunities to fight outside Wuyang City, and from time to time he would launch a surprise attack on Huang Shao to disrupt the pace of the Yellow Turban Army, and finally prevented Huang Shao from taking Wuyang in one go.

But the effect was actually very limited. After all, Huang Shao had a large number of people and was proficient in Huang Tian Dao Fa. A mere few hundred cavalrymen could not threaten him at all.

Wang Jing was feeling a little heavy as he saw Wuyang City was about to fall. "Forget it. I'll do my best and leave the rest to fate. The longer I can delay, the better. Anyway, I've tried my best..."

At this moment, the scouts who had been sent out rushed back and excitedly rushed to Wang Jing: "Sima, the imperial reinforcements have arrived!"

Wang Jing was also delighted when he heard this: "This is true!"

A moment later, the thunderous sound of horse hooves resounded throughout the earth.

After three months of repeated tug-of-war between the Yellow Turban Army and the Han Dynasty's local county and state troops as well as powerful armed forces, the imperial court's rebellion suppression troops finally arrived in Yingchuan.

The lower army captain Bao Hong led three thousand elite troops and recruited more than ten thousand new soldiers, and swept in with the force of wind and thunder.

Bao Hong, who once followed General Zhang Wen to fight against the rebellion in Xiliang, was obviously very confident about how to suppress the bandits. What's more, he came with a trump card this time.

The Yellow Turban Army was in a panic because of Bao Hong's appearance: "General Qu, the reinforcements of the government army have arrived!"

"You came at a really bad time!"

Huang Shao suppressed his anger. In order to stabilize the morale of the troops, he could only take out another Heavenly Talisman and hold it in his hand, while shouting angrily: "What are you panicking about! They are just the imperial army. We have the Great and Good Master. Bao Hong and his ilk are nothing but chickens and dogs!"

On the other side, Wang Jing also led his troops to go to Bao Hong and said, "Meet the captain of the army!"

"Haha, there's no need to be so polite, Sima Wang."

Bao Hong was from the Pingyang Bao family. His ancestor Bao Dan was one of the Nine Ministers. His relationship with the Taiyuan Wang family was not very good, but they had never been hostile. Therefore, Bao Hong had a good attitude towards Wang Jing. He stroked his beard and smiled, saying, "You are full of vigor and vigor. The Taiyuan Wang family has gained another talented person."

"Captain, you are too kind to me. I am ashamed to accept your compliments."

"Haha, you led troops to suppress rebellions and traveled everywhere, how can you not be qualified?"

After exchanging pleasantries, the two quickly talked about the war situation. Wang Jing naturally hoped to save Wuyang City, so he told Bao Hong the bottom line: "The thief general Huang Shao led his troops to attack Wuyang, but failed to take it. The army is already exhausted. Attacking him now would be like taking advantage of his weakness to kill him. Jing is willing to be the vanguard and clear the way for the captain!"

Bao Hong was eager to make a contribution and did not take the Yellow Turban Army seriously, so he did not refuse.

The two sides immediately joined forces and went around behind the Yellow Turban Army, intending to attack them from the front and back.

The soldiers were tired after a long battle, and the imperial army was in high spirits. In order to stabilize the situation, Huang Shao had to use magic again to summon thousands of evil spirits to form a military formation.

In an instant, cold winds blew in front of the two armies, and the air was filled with eerie ghostly auras. The clear sky was completely covered with evil clouds and turned pitch black.

"Captain, be careful of Huang Shao, he can use Nuo dance to drive away evil spirits and fight!"

"Haha, a mere ghost magic is not worth a sneer."

Bao Hong glanced at the tide of ghosts with contempt, ignoring those hideous and terrifying ghosts, because in Xiliang, he had already seen a purgatory on earth that was a hundred times more terrifying than the one before him.

Ghosts are never as scary as humans!
Bao Hong stood facing the wind, holding up a scroll in both hands, and said respectfully: "All land under heaven belongs to the king. All the people in the world are his subjects!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the scroll in Bao Hong's hand suddenly soared into the sky, emitting a thousand-foot-long red light.

The bright light from the sky shines on the earth.

Wang Jing seemed to see a blood-red mountain and river in his eyes. The light should not have weight, but when it shone on people, it still gave people a feeling as heavy as the country. His shoulders became heavy in an instant.

Map of mountains and rivers and the country!
The sacred weapon for the nation created by Emperor Wu of Han with all the power of the nation!

Even though the formation diagram in Bao Hong's hand was only a secondary diagram, it was enough to temporarily call upon the dragon energy of the Han dynasty and display his divine power.

Dragon energy is the gathering of the wishes of all living beings and the convergence of a country's destiny. It can suppress the heaven and earth and destroy all things.

With a majestic and unpredictable dragon roar, Huang Shao's Huangtian Dao method was instantly broken, and he himself fell from the altar with blood flowing from all seven orifices, seriously injured.

While everyone was still shocked by the powerful power of the Mountain and River State Map, Wang Jing's first thought was to beat the fallen dog: "Let's go! Follow me to get Huang Shao's dog head!"

"Kill!"

As soon as the map of mountains, rivers and the country came out, the morale of the government troops reached its peak.

In contrast, the Yellow Turban Army was in great chaos.

Wang Jing took advantage of the chaos and rushed in, directly tearing a hole in the enemy's formation and killing towards Huang Shao.

Huang Shao suffered from the backlash of the spell and was now completely unable to fight back. Seeing Wang Jing's sword about to fall, he closed his eyes in despair: "My life is over!"

Hey~
The Seven Star Sword that was about to chop off Huang Shao's head was easily caught by two fingers and could not move forward an inch.

"Great Master!"

The appearance of the mysterious masked man restored the morale of the Yellow Turban Army, which was on the verge of collapse.

Wang Jing drew his sword and retreated quickly, looking at the man in front of him in doubt: "Are you Zhang Jiao?"

"No."

"But they all call you the Great Sage Teacher."

"The Great Sage Teacher is just a title."

"Humph, you're playing tricks, take my sword!"

Wang Jing put away his sword and gathered his strength. Just when everyone thought he was going to fight to the death, Wang Jing leaped back onto his horse and ran away.

Are you kidding me? A strong man who can hold the tip of his own knife with just two fingers, why would he stay here and wait for death instead of running away?

The mysterious masked man looked at Wang Jing's graceful retreating back and did not choose to pursue him. Instead, he used the Xiantian Yiqi handprint to block the government troops, allowing the elite main force of the Yellow Turban Army to regroup and withdraw from the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)