I practiced magic in the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 14: Tiger-Breaking Sword
Boom boom boom~
The Xiantian Yiqi Handprint was extremely powerful. In an instant, the entire battlefield was filled with flying sand and rocks, howling winds, and the government army's offensive was hindered.

If Wang Jing had not made an immediate decision, the hundreds of elite soldiers that the Yellow Turban Army had trained with great difficulty during this period would have been wiped out in this wave of attack.

"Second brother, what happened? Where is Huang Shaoren?"

"She was rescued."

"Then why don't we give chase? Huang Shao's head is a great achievement!"

"Are you stupid? That mysterious man is very capable. What else can we do if we go there except die?"

Wang Ling looked at the huge palm prints on the ground and felt a little scared. However, he was still unwilling to let Huang Shao, the big fish, escape. "Are we just going to let it go?"

Wang Jing gnashed his teeth and said angrily, "How can I let it go? If you dare to cut my beating, I will chase you to the ends of the earth and get you back."

Wang Jing, who never waits for revenge, would never give up: "Let's go back and get help!"

Wang Jing was naturally unwilling to watch the cooked duck fly away, but as soon as they fought, he knew that the mysterious masked man was extremely terrifying and he was no match for him with his strength.

But if you can’t beat them yourself, you can ask for help!

When you're out there, being able to fight is of little use; strength is what matters, of course!

Wang Jing rushed back to Wuyang without stopping. When he learned that Bao Hong had entered the city, he ran to the county government office to ask for an audience. As soon as he opened his mouth, he spoke alarmist words: "Captain, something terrible has happened!"

"Why do you say that, Sima Wang? Didn't I ask you to chase Huang Shao? Where is his head?"

Bao Hong frowned, thinking that Wang Jing, the young master of a wealthy family, did not fight well and wanted to find an excuse to exonerate himself.

However, Wang Jing's words shocked him greatly: "What did you say?"

"I met a top master who called himself the Great Sage Master. Huang Shao was rescued by him."

"This is impossible! Zhang Jue's body has been scattered all over the place!"

It was obviously impossible for Bao Hong to believe such a ridiculous statement. It was a well-known fact that Zhang Jue wanted to slay the dragon, but was killed by the backlash of the Han Dynasty's dragon energy.

That was the dragon of the Han Dynasty's national destiny for four hundred years. Even if a god came, he would have died, let alone Zhang Jue, a Taoist priest who had not yet become an immortal.

"This person is probably not Zhang Jue, but he is very powerful and is proficient in Huang Tian Dao. What I am worried about now is that he may intend to integrate the power of the Runan Yellow Turbans. If he succeeds, this battle will be difficult to fight."

Wang Jing did not exaggerate. Just a reasonable guess was enough to make Bao Hong shudder.

The Yellow Turbans of Runan today are nothing more than a bunch of clay chickens and dogs.

There are two reasons for this.

First, each unit acts independently and there is a lack of unified command and coordination.

Second, there is a lack of top masters like Zhang Jiao who are the backbone of the team.

If Wang Jing's speculation is true, then the threat level of the Yellow Turbans in Runan will be completely different from before.

Hundreds of thousands of rebels, even if most of them are old, weak, sick and disabled, once they join forces, they will immediately become a major threat to the court.

Yuzhou and Luoyang are very close to each other. If something happens in Yuzhou, all the civil and military officials in the imperial capital Luoyang will probably not be able to sleep well.

As the commander, Bao Hong did not dare to hesitate and immediately led his troops in pursuit.

Obviously, Wang Jing's words moved him.

Following Bao Hong's order, the government troops were quickly mobilized and assembled an elite cavalry of about 800 people, led by Bao Hong himself, followed by the less mobile infantry.

Wang Ling, who followed the army to the battle, was very excited: "Second brother, did you really convince Bao Hong?"

Wang Jing put on his helmet and gripped the reins tightly: "This is our credit. We can't get away with it. I'm sure to get Huang Shao's head!"

"set off!"

With flags flying and in the rising dust, Wang Jing and others galloped away accompanied by the thundering sound of horse hooves.

On the outskirts of Xiping County, the morale of Huang Shao's troops, who had just suffered a defeat, was low. Without being able to capture Wuyang, they would not have enough food and fodder supplies. They sat dejectedly on the side of the road holding a variety of weapons. Even when their flag fell to the ground, no one came to help.

"Great and wise teacher, Shao has failed to live up to your trust."

Under a big tree, Huang Shao knelt down in fear and apologized.

"Get up, this battle is not your fault."

Huang Shao then stood up with trembling hands and feet. The injuries from the backlash of the spell had not yet healed. At this moment, he was weak and exhausted. He even almost died at the hands of Wang Jing just now, which made him secretly hate him.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried horse hoof sounds came from afar.

"Ah, the government troops are coming!"

"Run for your life!"

The Yellow Turban soldiers, whose morale was already shaken, were caught off guard by a cavalry attack. Although they were numerous, they were unable to organize an effective resistance.

Tens of thousands of people were directly rushed to pieces by a thousand cavalrymen, and the entire army was scattered.

"Huh? The pursuers are coming so quickly?"

The mysterious masked man pondered for a moment and realized that someone was interfering: "Good boy, I spared your life, but you are ungrateful and are still messing with me."

Although the attack by the government troops was somewhat unexpected, the mysterious masked man obviously did not take it seriously: "You lead the main force to evacuate first, and I will stay behind to cover your retreat."

Huang Shao was deeply moved: "Great and wise teacher! Shao..."

"Stop talking nonsense and just do it."

"Yes!"

Huang Shao immediately called his close followers and wanted to take advantage of the chaos to evacuate the battlefield.

But Bao Hong had already set his sights on this place, and immediately rode over. When the two sides were less than ten feet apart, he suddenly drew his sword and leaped up. While he was still in the air, his fierce momentum was already overwhelming: "None of you can leave today!"

The sword slashed out, like a tiger roaring in the mountains.

The sharp blade cut through the sky, like a comet hitting the moon, and it came in an instant, directly hitting the mysterious masked man: "Take my knife!"

However, the mysterious masked man was neither arrogant nor impatient. As soon as he raised his hand, his vital energy gathered like a tide and turned into a huge palm, which slapped towards Bao Hong fiercely.

The sword light was blocked by the palm energy and could not move forward even an inch.

With nowhere to gain leverage in mid-air, Bao Hong was unable to strike with his second sword until he landed on the ground, breaking his opponent's move.

Feeling the slight pain in his palm, Bao Hong's eyes fell on the mysterious masked man with a serious expression: "Innate Qi Great Handprint? You can't be an unknown person after practicing to such a level. Tell me your name!"

"Knowing too much will do you no good."

"You don't want to tell me, right? I can still find out if I kill you!"

Seeing his opponent's stubbornness, Bao Hong was not surprised at all. He let out a sinister smile and then swung his sword again: "Tiger soldiers, form a formation!"

Among the three thousand elite troops he brought with him on this expedition, there were eight hundred Tiger Guards.

These eight hundred elite soldiers are not only good at cavalry tactics, they are also good at dismounting and fighting on foot. Moreover, because they all practice the same military martial arts, they can fight in formation. Even the most powerful masters can be surrounded and killed.

When Bao Hong stepped into the formation, he was quickly connected with the blood of the Tiger Guards around him, as if they were one whole. When he swung his sword, it was as if eight hundred people were slashing at the same time. The force of the sword was overwhelming, as if it could split the sky in half.

The mysterious masked man did not dare to take the attack head-on, and immediately stepped on the Nine Palaces, dodging flexibly in a small space, like a light crane. No matter how Bao Hong and his men besieged him, they could not touch the corner of his clothes.

"The Tiger-Breaking Blade? It does have some power, but it's too far-fetched to think you can kill me with this."

"Hmph, you're so arrogant!"

Seeing his opponent's agility, Bao Hong immediately asked for the Mountain and River State Map again: "All land under heaven belongs to the king. All the people in the world are his subjects!"

The dragon energy of the dynasty, the wishes of all living beings, and the vast energy of thought turned into mountains and rivers, pressing down.

The mysterious masked man's shoulders sank, his secret technique of moving quickly was broken, and he lost his physical advantage in an instant.

"Get it for me!"

Bao Hong shouted angrily and rushed forward with his knife in hand.

The mysterious masked man had a cold look in his eyes. He stood still, but his hands were forming seals quickly, chanting the mantra: "When the soldiers and the fighters come, all of them will line up in formation and march forward. Mountain King, help me!"

As soon as the Taoist Six Jia secret blessing was uttered, the ground instantly rose more than ten feet high, lifting the mysterious masked man high up. For a moment, no one could do anything to anyone else.

On the other side, Wang Jing had already secretly left the main force with Wang Ling and Xu Lan, and caught up with Huang Shao's troops who wanted to evacuate: "Kill!"

"It's you!"

When enemies meet, their eyes are full of jealousy. Huang Shao almost died at the hands of Wang Jing last time, and he was chased again this time, which made him even more furious: "I will extract your soul and refine your spirit, so that you will never be able to turn over!"

"Humph, powerless and furious, this time I want to see who can come and rescue you from this world."

Jueying's figure was as fast as lightning. In just a few breaths, he brought Wang Jing to Huang Shao and killed him. It was obvious that he wanted to take advantage of Huang Shao's illness to kill him.

Wang Jing suddenly drew out the Seven Star Sword in his hand and slashed towards Huang Shao's face.

"How dare Shu Zian bully me!"

Huang Shao roared, and immediately raised his magic power and mobilized his vitality to perform the secret ghost technique, Yinfeng Ghost Claw.

On the ground, hideous ghost hands suddenly appeared, as if they came from the underworld, pale in color, and emitting a ghostly aura that seemed to be able to freeze a person's soul. The famous horse Jueying suddenly jumped up with both hooves, trying to break free from the restraints.

But this was easier said than done, as Wang Jing was also trapped by the ghost hand and could not move.

Huang Shao's injuries worsened after forcing the spell, but at this moment he showed an expression of ecstasy: "Come here, capture him for me!"

However, Wang Jing laughed out loud: "You fool, you've been fooled."

"Ok?"

Huang Shao was just wondering when a sharp sound broke through the air. Before he could react, he was hit by an arrow in the chest.

Not far away, I saw a heroic female general holding a longbow with sharp eyes.

"A stab in the back... despicable!"

Huang Shao fell down helplessly, the spell could no longer be maintained, the ghost hand disappeared, Wang Jing broke free from the restraints, and then jumped from the horse's back in front of Huang Shao.

"All is fair in war, so how can it be despicable?"

The Seven Star Knife can cut gold and jade into pieces, but Huang Shao's head is not made of iron, so he was immediately beheaded by Wang Jing with one blow.

"Qu handsome!"

"Revenge for Commander Qu!"

Huang Shao's followers were all filled with grief and anger, and wanted to surround and kill Wang Jing. However, they were no match for Wang Jing and were killed in a few moments. The rest of them surrendered.

Just as Wang Jing was preparing to clean up the battlefield and count the spoils, a mysterious masked man fell from the sky.

Suddenly, an unknown atmosphere of oppression strangled Wang Jing and others, making them feel suffocated.

After taking a look at Huang Shao's headless body on the ground, the mysterious masked man turned to look at Wang Jing: "You shouldn't have killed him, he is still useful."

The cold gaze behind the mask made Wang Jing's back shiver. He swallowed and took out Huang Shao's head: "How about I give it back to him?"

"Second brother, fight him!"

Wang Ling stood beside Wang Jing holding a sword, his eyes determined and he was not afraid of death.

Although Xu Lan did not speak, he stood behind Wang Jing, staring at the mysterious masked man's every move, ready to fight to the death at any time.

However, what surprised Wang Jing was that the mysterious masked man just looked at him for a few times and did not choose to attack: "Forget it, it's not a big deal anyway. It's a pity for a talented person like you to die here."

"Goodbye."

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure of the mysterious masked man disappeared from the spot. Every step he took covered a distance of ten feet. After a few breaths, he disappeared into the distant sky.

"A strange secret technique that shrinks the earth to an inch!"

After being shocked, Wang Jing couldn't help but feel longing. He also wanted such a powerful spell.

But then I felt a sense of fear again. Who on earth was this person? Could he be related to my ancestors? Otherwise, why didn't he kill me?
Wang Jing is not stupid. Including the last time, this is the second time the other party has met him, but he did not attack him both times. This is too strange.

Forget it, don’t think about it anymore. Let me take Huang Shao’s head back and claim the reward first. This is a great achievement anyway.

……

Gepi was the headquarters of the Yellow Turban Army in Runan.

The mysterious masked man stopped in an inconspicuous and remote house, and then stood in front of a well. He jumped and dived into the well.

A moment later, he appeared in a dark and damp cellar.

And here, there was another mysterious man whose attire was almost exactly the same as his, and he seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

"You're back?"

"Huang Shao is dead."

"Hmm? One of the four beasts is missing, which is not good news."

"I know."

"You can't even stop Bao Hong?"

"It wasn't Bao Hong who did it."

"Who is that?"

"What a shameless, mean, and cunning little fellow. The older you get, the easier it is to miss the past and old friends. Especially today's incident, it reminded me of that person again."

"So, this little fellow you're talking about has the style of Gaozu?"

"Indeed, he is as despicable as Liu Bang."

"No wonder you didn't kill him."

"There's one more thing."

"What's the matter?"

"He learned a technique similar to the Three Corpses Technique."

"you sure?"

"You shouldn't doubt me, just like I never doubt you."

"Then let's observe him for a while. If it's appropriate, we can bring him into our plan."

……

In Wuyang City, Wang Jing, who was bringing the head back to seek credit, met Bao Hong.

However, Bao Hong looked a little disheveled at this moment. The famous doctor invited from the city was bandaging his wounds, and it was obvious that his injuries were serious.

Wang Ling was a straightforward person, and he asked immediately, "The captain went out in person, but he failed to capture and kill the thief?"

Bao Hong, who was already furious because of his fruitless return, was naturally even more furious after hearing this. He glared at Wang Ling with an unhappy expression, his teeth almost broken.

Wang Jing was speechless about Wang Ling's straightforward character. Aren't you just bringing up things that are irrelevant?

Who would expose someone’s scars in front of them?
To prevent Bao Hong from holding a grudge and looking for trouble with him, Wang Jing hurried forward to smooth things over. He first scolded Wang Ling, "Yan Yun should not be rude. The captain is a martial arts master with the support of the Shanhe Shejitu. It's easy to catch a fake. If you didn't catch him this time, you must be playing the long game. If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense."

After saying that, Wang Jing looked at Bao Hong with a smile on his face: "Captain, do you think I'm right?"

Someone offered him a way out. The other party was from the Wang family of Taiyuan, a famous family. Bao Hong naturally couldn't hold on to him and nodded quickly: "That's right, let's play the long game to catch the big fish. Yuan Xu knows my intentions."

Seeing that Bao Hong did not continue to pursue the matter, Wang Jing then told him the news that he had killed Huang Shao. Of course, he did not forget to praise Bao Hong: "Fortunately, you have fulfilled your mission. Under the wise leadership of the captain, this battle wiped out Huang Shao's troops. Such a victory should be known to the court as soon as possible, and the people of the entire Yuzhou should also know that we are capable of protecting their safety."

"Yes, that makes sense!"

Bao Hong was very satisfied with Wang Jing. He was capable and knew how to behave. He was worthy of being from a prominent family. Only in this way could he be called a pillar of the country.

As for asking for credit for Wang Jing, Bao Hong had no objection. After all, he was appointed to lead the troops to the battle by His Majesty himself, so naturally the sooner he achieved results, the better.

A few days later, the Yellow Turban Army began to withdraw its forces, and Bao Hong took the opportunity to "recover lost territory." For a time, everyone had a contribution and the situation was very good.

Not long after that, the court issued the second commendation to Wang Jing.

His official position was not promoted, but he was rewarded with ten drops of heavenly dew, which were placed in a small white porcelain bottle, about the size of a thumb.

Wang Jing was speechless: "Is the court so stingy?"

Wang Ling, however, had an enviable look on his face: "Second brother, you don't know that this dew is condensed from the Dew Plate. Every drop is worth a thousand gold coins and is extremely precious. The court is very generous this time."

“Dew-receiving plate!?”

Wang Jing obviously had never heard of this thing.

Seeing that he really knew nothing, Wang Ling had to continue explaining: "It is said that during the reign of Emperor Wu, immortals from overseas immortal islands descended on the Central Plains. Emperor Wu was interested in immortal ways, and finally, under the guidance of the immortals, he built a dew tray to receive sweet liquid and jade essence in order to achieve immortality. And this heavenly dew is the sweet liquid formed by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth condensed in the dew tray. After taking it, it can improve physical fitness and prolong life."

"Is it really so effective?"

Wang Jing was a little skeptical. Although there were magical powers in the Three Kingdoms, he had read many ancient books and found no record of anyone being able to live forever.

Even the Taoist masters, who have the ability to move mountains and fill the sea with magic, cannot live much longer than ordinary people. At most, they can only live for one or two hundred years, and it is difficult for them to slow down aging. They are far inferior to the legendary immortals.

What's more, Emperor Wu had a dew-receiving plate. As the king of a country, it should be okay for him to drink the dew from heaven as water every day, right?

But I don’t see him living forever.

Wang Ling said: "Tianlu is still very effective, but each person can only take five drops, any more will have no effect."

"How do you drink it?"

“Just drink it directly.”

Wang Jing picked up the porcelain bottle and dripped five drops of heavenly dew into his mouth. Instantly, a pure energy began to flow through his body.

As if a long drought had finally ended with a downpour, Wang Jing felt an indescribable sense of relief: "Great."

(End of this chapter)