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Volume 1: The Poor Family Chapter 211: Zhang Jiao¡¯s Two Gifts

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    "Hahaha. That's why the geniuscomes to take thisdeath from me? Wen Bufan, in factpeople have long been suffering from a fatal disease, even if youcan't attack Guangzhou today  Zong, within ten days, I will also die."

    Zhang Jiao's face was pale and bloodless, and he was talking intermittently, which made people feel a bit desolate.

    "The winner is the kingthe loser is the banditEven so, I have no regrets in my life"

    When a person is about to die, his words are also good.  Listening to Zhang Jiao's words, Wen Han's murderous intent gradually faded away, and his expression was complicated at this time.  Whether Zhang Jiao was right or wrong, Wen Han was not qualified to say, and no one in the world was qualified to say.  Perhaps Zhang Jiao is the only one who has this qualification.

    "Wen is not ordinary In fact, I have been paying attention to you for a long time. Ever since you first spoke in Jie County and dared to cry out for the injustice of the world poor people, I know that you are one of the people who are deeply aware of the people at the bottom  Bitter people.

    Later, you led the army to resist the Qiang and Hu, and even dared to enter the Hu territory alone, without fear of life and death, and released a hundred thousand Han slaves.  I agree even more that you are a member of our generation.  They are all righteous people who are willing to sacrifice for the poor and weak classes.  Do you know that there are tens of millions of people with surnames in the world, and they are suffering, really suffering

    ¡°At first, I just wanted to do something for them, but then, unknowingly, my power grew stronger and my ambition grew.  My thoughts are gettingmore and more impure.  I know that what I did later on has deviated from the trajectory I originally wanted to take.  However, later on, I could no longer go back.

    ¡°Perhaps because of this, I willfail Wen Bufan, I once heard that your way of establishing is to drive the world with public opinion.  This road is difficult to walk. The world's most powerful wealth, land, and military strength, all these lives are in the hands of the wealthy families, and they will never make you want it.  Your way is destined to be incompatible with them, and they are incompatible with fire and water.  Because you have violated their interests, basically!

    ¡°Ithe way I taught you earlier is no different from yours at all.  However, I cannot bear to suppress my ambition and fall off the track of my own path.  Finally got thisthe end of the world.  Therefore, I call you here today with the intention ofnothing else.  I just want to do my best for you and my early path"

    Zhang Jiao's breathing became faster and faster, as if he couldn't breathe. The look in his eyes gradually dimmed. He reached out and took out three yellowed books from his arms, and continued.

    "These three broken books were obtained by me accidentally from a cave. There is a tombstone in the cave. The owner of the tombstone is a strange man named Nan Hua. These three broken books are exactly left by this person.  For posterity. These three books are not the heavenly books as rumored. However, they contain records of all things, including formations, military techniques, medical skills, and some related anecdotes.

    After that, after that, good  watch, it will be useful in the future.  You can take it"

    Zhang Jue's hand holding the three broken books stretched out tremblingly towards Wen Han. Wen Han looked complicated as he walked towards Zhang Jue and took these three world-famous strange books, which Zhang Jue called  The three-volume heavenly book of "Taiping Yaoshu".

    Seeing that Wenhan did not reject him, Zhang Jiao accepted the Art of Taiping. A smile appeared on his pale and colorless face, and his eyes looking at Wenhan were full of inexplicable expectations and comfort.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? !  Well!  !

    After a moment, Zhang Jiao coughed violently again, as if he was coughing out all his internal organs.  Wenhan couldn't bear it and opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say or what he should say.  After all, the positions of the two of them were absolutely inseparable. Even if Zhang Jue had the gift of a book, there was no way Wen Han would let Zhang Jue go.

    Seeing the dilemma on Wenhan's face, Zhang Jiao waved his hand towards Wenhan and leaned his head on the chair, which would make him feel much more comfortable.  Zhang Jue's breathing slowly turned from rapid to slow, as if he was moaning with all his strength.

    "WennotfanI know that youwill not disappoint meunderstand the painof the peoplelet them get the dignitythey deservethey are not enslaved bypeople"  beastsare humanspeople withemotions anddignitythey deserverespect

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Today, I also have a gift In this world, you are the only one qualified to get it!  !  "

    At the end of Zhang Jiao's words, he suddenly became violent as if he was having a flashback before his death. He turned the hand holding the nine-jointed staff hard, and found that there was a mechanism inside. Zhang Jiao pulled out the sharp sword from the nine-jointed staff and cut it.  Towards his own throat.

    "wait!"

    As soon as Wenhan finished speaking, a cold light flashed, and a pool of hot blood splashed onto Wenhan's face.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

    Wenhan stared at the head rolling on the ground with his eyes wide open. He understood what Zhang Jiao's other gift was.

    It¡¯s him, Zhang Jiao¡¯s head.

    Wenhan gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.He opened his eyes, sighed deeply, and stood there for a long, long time.  Zhang Jiao's last words kept appearing in his mind.

    "Understanddignityrespect"

    Wenhan muttered as he carefully put the three volumes of the Heavenly Book into his arms, then leaned over and lifted Zhang Jue's head.  Wenhan wiped it with his hand, closed Zhang Jiao's eyes, and walked out of the house slowly.

    When Wenhan came out, Guan Yu, who had been waiting impatiently, was immediately happy. However, when he saw Wenhan's face covered with blood, his expression changed again. However, he saw that Wenhan's breathing was stable and it did not look like he was injured.  I felt a little relieved, and then I saw Wenhan holding a head, and he walked over to ask.

    "This is?"

    "Zhang Jiao's head."

    When Wen Han said these five words very calmly, Xu Huang was shocked, because there were several yellow scarf thieves standing behind Wen Han. Xu Huang and the black wind knights behind him quickly grabbed their hands around their waists  , be ready to fight at any time.

    However, the strange thing is that these yellow scarf thieves seem to have expected it. They are like wood that has lost its soul, standing there without any reaction.

    Wenhan, Guan Yu, Xu Huang and the first-class black wind soldiers left the small house along the original way.  Not long after they left, the location of the small house suddenly burst into flames.  Wenhan couldn't help but turn around and look around, with a complex look on his face, with a mix of unbearable confusion and a hint of inexplicable admiration.

    In Guangzong City, at this time, the rebels in the prefect's mansion had been wiped out by the wolf-like and tiger-like court soldiers and horses. Dong Zhuo, holding two swords in his hands like an angry bull with red eyes, led a group of soldiers and horses to rush around in the prefect's mansion.

    "No! No! Not here either!!"

    Dong Zhuo's eyes were as wide as a bull's, and his nose was breathing heavily. He had turned the entire prefect's mansion upside down, but Zhang Jiao was nowhere to be seen.

    "It seems that Zhang Jiao is not in the prefect's mansion. At this time, Guangzong City is full of court troops and horses, and he can't fly anywhere. All the officers and men listened to the order and followed me out to continue searching in the city!

    If you want to see a person alive or dead, you must find Zhang Jiao!  "

    Cao Cao and Liu Bei also arrived with a group of troops each. When they saw Dong Zhuo's angry look on his face, they knew that he had not found Zhang Jue.  Cao Cao didn't want to be robbed of Zhang Jiao's infinitely valuable meat, so he quickly ordered his troops to go out and search for him.  Dong Zhuo and Liu Bei also reacted quickly, quickly commanded their troops, and prepared to expand the search scope to the entire Guangzong City!

    Just when Cao Cao, Dong Zhuo, and Liu Bei's troops rushed out of the prefect's mansion.  From all over Guangzong City, news of Zhang Jiao came from the soldiers under Wen Han's command.

    "Zhang Jiao, a thief from the Yellow Turban Army, was killed by my general Wen. Zhang Jiao has been executed!"

    "Zhang Jiao, a thief from the Yellow Turban Army, was killed by my general Wen. Zhang Jiao has been executed!"

    The soldiers under Wen Han's command were running around the city, shouting loudly as they ran.  When the surrounding court soldiers and horses heard the news that Zhang Jiao had been beheaded, they immediately shouted with joy.  Zhang Jiao's death meant that the war that lasted for several months was over and they could finally go home.

    "Compared with the joy of the soldiers, Dong Zhuo's face was dark. He held a bad breath in his heart, flicked his helmet, and muttered unhappily.

    "It turns out that this later literary champion got there first! What a shame!"

    Dong Zhuo's whole big face was twitching slightly, and he quickly calculated in his mind the price and gains he had paid for coming to aid this time.  What gave him some comfort was that Peng Tuo, one of the Yellow Turban Canal commanders, died in his hands.  But it was much different from what he expected. Big guys like Zhang Jiao and Zhang Bao were his biggest targets.

    However, one of the two brothers died at the hands of a general under Cao Cao, and the other died at the hands of Wen Han.  Compared with the gains of the two of them, Dong Zhuo only drank a little dregs of the soup, while Cao Cao and Wen Han almost drank the entire bowl of soup.

    "Hey, bad luck. This time I am behind others."

    Liu Bei, who was unable to kill anyone, felt even more lonely. He sighed heavily and shook his head sadly.  Pan Feng and Zhang Fei, two brothers with different surnames, saw this and quickly glanced at Liu Bei to comfort him.  Liu Bei was not one to dwell on the past. He smiled faintly, indicating that he no longer cared about the gains and losses.
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