Yun Ting didn't notice the glance Zhang Banxian glanced at him. After laughing, he raised his head again and regained his indifferent and meaningless attitude. What he is walking now is a new path, and he will not repeat the path of the previous life. Before he had not heard what Zhang Jiao said clearly, Yun Ting came back to his senses, and now he heard it very clearly, and the sound of his words echoed next to his ears.

"The current emperor is incompetent, which has caused the party to suffer, and is greedy, and sells officials and titles, which is meaningless to live in the people. There are also ten regular servants who are in chaos, so that when the people are living in poverty today, there are three tens of them. Heaven is dead, and it is the time when I am Huang Tian is standing!" Zhang Jiao danced his arms, his voice was deafening, and the sleeves of the long robe drove the wind to whirl around him. His whole body emitted a light yellow light, and the bright yellow Taoist robe seemed to shine with light. Such Zhang Jiao made people involuntarily surrender, obey, and pursue his footsteps.

Because this is Huang Tian.

"The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand. The year is in Jiazi, and the world is very lucky!"

"The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand. The year is in Jiazi, and the world is very lucky!"

"The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand. The year is in Jiazi, and the world is very lucky!"

"The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand. The year is in Jiazi, and the world is very lucky!"

...

It was not until Zhang Jiao nodded, that the voices of Zhang Bao and others slowly subsided, and everyone's voices became a little hoarse. Even Zhang Banxian shouted, waving his arms, as if crazy, and the crazy eyes could not be dissipated from his eyes.

Only Yun Ting, only Yun Ting didn't shout. He stood there, as if all this had nothing to do with him, and he was out of place with all this. At this moment, Yun Ting was like a bystander, a passerby, looking at the scenery on the roadside calmly. All changes had nothing to do with him, and had no connection.

Even these second-tier figures second only to Zhang Jiao have such a situation. It is conceivable how fanatic those below will be. The power of religion is often not to be underestimated. Once it is condensed, a dynasty can be overthrown. Therefore, all dynasties in history have to sacrifice to heaven to show orthodoxy, and the emperor even claims to be the emperor and administers on behalf of heaven. Not only that, they will also suppress all kinds of religions, support one, suppress one, and kill a group, let religions confront each other and maintain their own rule.

Yun Ting stood on the platform, and he was still calm and gentle. His unique posture fell into the eyes of others, which naturally caused dissatisfaction. As the saying goes, he was shot while lying, and others were standing while you were lying. Naturally, others would come to beat you, a special person who was lying down. The wood was shining in the forest and wind, and anyway, the special one would have to be rejected by the public. Yun Ting was not afraid. All he had to do was himself. The so-called true self was truly like me, and the outside world was worse than the outside world, which would destroy the outside world.

This is Yun Ting's domineering aura.

Zhang Mancheng stood up, bowed his hand slightly, but his face was slightly stagnant, and he said, "I think Brother Yun seems to have different opinions. Please tell me, and let me listen carefully to the great arguments."

Zhang Jiao sat on the platform without saying anything, just stroking his beard with his hands, looking completely ignoring and letting the coaches make things difficult for Yun Ting. Yun Ting's performance just now also fell in Zhang Jiao's eyes. He was silent and had the intention to test Yun Ting.

It’s not that he doesn’t trust Yun Ting, but that there is Tang Zhou in front of him, and the matter of planning is too big, so no mistakes are allowed.

Zhang Jiao sighed softly, looked up at Yun Ting, feeling a little expectant.

Yun Ting remained silent. This was probably the reason why Zhang Jiao asked him to come, that was to establish his power, establish his prestige and power in front of these coaches. Just now, Yun Ting pretended to be 86,700 yuan, which was for this. In addition, he was really disgusted just now and could not integrate into it, so this image looked even more like a banished immortal from heaven and was not contaminated with the mortal world.

The same principle as food, only by impressing a person's heart can one conquer him. Yun Ting intentionally or unintentionally detached himself, and now he is just waiting for a cheating Gao Ren, and with his various performances in the future, all Qu Shushou can be convinced orally and convinced. Yun Ting is preparing to cultivate himself into the second person of the Yellow Turban after Zhang Jiao, and Zhang Jiao also has this meaning. In his opinion, he should plan for the future of the Yellow Turban. The words of the old immortal Nanhua recorded on the title page of Taiping Yaoshu made Zhang Jiao firm up his idea of ​​doing so.

As for Yun Ting himself, it is best if he can change the Yellow Turban Army. If he cannot change it, this is just his station. He will become a passerby and go far away. Whether it is the second son of the Yellow Turban Army, or the coach Qu, for Yun Ting, if he goes against him, he doesn't need to have anything against him. What he cares about is that he can control the true self and master everything he wants to master.

Every dreamer is almost the same as Yun Ting. They insist on their true self, self, or self, no matter how dangerous it is, for those who dreamer, it is worth pursuing what they are pursuing. Therefore, dreamer is rare, so even if they are in danger of life and in danger of being excluded, they have to take dangerous tasks every month. They have never regretted not implanting chips and removing dog collars. Even if they die, they must be free.

Those who do not dream, do not dream, do not dream, do not dream all false dreams. No matter how beautiful or intoxicating the dream is, it is also a torture.

"Accepting the compulsory task, players Yun Ting needs to defend against seven people including Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang. The mission has successfully gained several favors, with a little legend, Taiping Road's reputation of 5,000, and its reputation has become more famous, and its failure punishment is unknown."

This is another forced task, and it has a high degree of freedom, just like Wang Yue's task, except that one is no reward and the other is punishing the unknown. In fact, the non-existence of this kind of task actually has, but the degree of freedom is extremely high, which mainly depends on your player's own performance, which is tied to the completion degree of the task. The better the performance, the higher the completion degree, the greater the task reward, and the failure is the opposite. Such an ambiguous task is precisely one of the most difficult tasks to complete among the Three Kingdoms. It tests the player the most, and makes players the most difficult to figure out and their heartbeats are accelerated.

Yun Ting knew what would happen if the mission failed. He might be suspected by other coaches. Even Zhang Jiao, Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang would decline. He might be unable to move forward in the Yellow Turban Army in the future, and he would be excluded, and even his reputation would be negative. However, he was not afraid because he could not fail. With the knowledge reserves of the AD, the Tianyuan, and the two Ages, how could he fail?

A period of time collides with a whole period of thoughts that go up and down the river. Without thinking, you also know that it is the victory of the latter.

Yun Ting had a tidy face, with a slight hook on the corner of his lips, and said lightly: "I don't have any insights, but..."

"But what?" asked **** Yi, who was sitting in the seat, which was also a question that many people in the venue had no time to tell.

They didn't know Yun Ting, but they only realized that Yun Ting existed in Taiping Dao today. Looking at the master's performance towards him, everyone felt uncomfortable. Usually, great wise men and good teachers rarely treat them in this way. Therefore, Zhang Mancheng and others wanted to know what abilities this person has to make great wise men and good teachers so favored. If they have the ability and are genuine, then they will naturally treat them well. If they have to show their performance, hehe... Then don't blame them for being ruthless.

"I still have a small opinion." Yun Ting replied.

"Please tell me." Zhang Mancheng looked at Yun Ting on the high platform with a blank expression, wanting to see what good opinions the Yiren, who was favored by the great wise master and his master, could express.

"Would you rather have a king, general, and minister? Since they are not born, it means that many of us can also sit in that position. In vulgar terms, the reason why a person's power, wealth, status and status are high is not given to him by God, but the position where his parents sit, and what about his parents? What about his parents? What about his parents? This is the family, and the Spirit Emperor and the corrupt court are even more like this. In fact, their ancestors are similar to most of us. But one day, some of them reached that position and sat on that position, so his descendants are superior to others for thousands of generations."

"Do you accept it? The same breath, the same food, drink, defecation, and the same joy, anger, sorrow and happiness. Why can some people enjoy it, some people suffer, some people always have rewards, some people need to keep giving. They are born as human beings, and the same mother and father raise them, why can some people tell thousands of life and death with one word? Some people can't speak a word until death. Are you convinced?" Yun Ting asked sternly.

Without waiting for the other people to answer, he continued to say to himself: "As for you, you must be convinced, you must not be disobedient, because if you don't accept, you will die, if you don't accept, you will die, your brothers and sisters, and even the nine clans will die. You have to accept."

"But, I still don't accept it."

Yunting's word is sonorous, which makes the nine big men of the Yellow Turban below nodded in favor. Speaking of which, every literary youth has good eloquence and dreamism, and their dreams will naturally be more attractive, and Yunting is no exception. Yunting said that many people in this society will and can't check information, but the fundamental reason is that even if other players have the same clever tongue as Zhuge Liang, they cannot speak freely like Yunting. They can't even enter the door, let alone have the opportunity to move their tongues.

If many people sway at the door outside this mansion, they would be killed by the Taoist disciples of Taiping Dao without entering, and they would not even have the chance to step on the steps, let alone to see Zhang Jiao and others alive, and have the chance to speak.

The Taoist disciples guarding near the house, including those who have just left, are the backbone of Taiping Dao, and will be the strongest and most elite soldier of the Yellow Turban Army, that is, the Yellow Turban Army. Guan Yu is standing here now, and he will be blocked from entering and then be able to enter the door after a fight. Not to mention the premise of entering the door, he has a Red Rabbit Horse, or any famous horse to rush to the horse speed. Otherwise, if he fights, he will lack strength, and later martial saints may also die here.

Zhang Banxian pinned a few strands of fluttering long hair on his forehead beside his ears, with a light corner of his mouth raised, and his face was intoxicated. He listened very carefully, and every word of Yun Ting wandered in his mind, thinking everywhere. Just like Qingyang's music, it was three feet round the beam, and the lingering sound made people indulge and intoxicated. He thought he was a confidant and attracted him.

However, Zhang Banxian suddenly smiled cold. He was not a confidant, because he saw it and saw Yun Ting's previous expression. It was because he was a confidant that he laughed. It was because he was not a confidant that the two of them were enemies.

Zhang Banxian sighed softly. He thought there should be no enemies, or a group of not-so-good enemies. However, he did not expect that today, at this moment, he met a confidant and a strong enemy. But no matter whether it is a confidant or a strong enemy, no one can stop him from moving forward.

This is his way!

Clearing his throat, Yun Ting breathed out, and he knew that he was saying very well. These were not things he owned, but were gathered by countless thinkers, countless struggles, countless heads, and countless blood. Some sighed, Yun Ting paused for a while before continuing: "Our Yellow Turbans will be mainly composed of people from the market and the people. There are many people, and they need less. As long as we can eat enough food and have clothes and clothes, we can do it. And we just want to satisfy their point, otherwise how can we make Huang Tian the way! There are many people, yes, we have many people, but there must be many old, young, women and children among them. What can they do? There are many people, you will say that more people are used to drown the official army, but if our people can't even eat enough, coupled with our behavior of sending death, their hearts will naturally dissipate, and the sky will collapse!"

"Not to mention the Yellow Turbans and their relatives and children, no one can watch them die. Huang Tian gave them hope, but once hoped, but disappointed and despair! In the end, Huang Tian was just a yellow sky."

As soon as these words came out, the people below began to be angry, and the eyes of Yun Ting were looking at Yun Ting again with a light of distrust. There were already several of Qu Shuai's eyes flashing with obscure murderous intent. If Zhang Jiao hadn't been here, I would have been afraid that there would be a fight right now.

Zhang Mancheng stood up again: "You say this completely to destroy our warriors. Huang Tian, ​​Huang Tian will never collapse! Every believer will not forget the teachings of the great wise and good teachers, nor will he turn against Huang Tian's guidance!"

"Then I would like to ask you, do you have the strength when you are not full? Your parents have been killed by the faith they trust. If you know you will die, will you continue to die for it? " Yun Ting smiled coldly and asked back.

"All nonsense! You're talking nonsense!" Zhang Mancheng stared at Yun Ting's eyes and fired, afraid that if Zhang Jiao was not there, he would immediately tear Yun Ting and kill him on the spot.

Zhang Niujiao and Bocai held their hands tightly, and the blue veins that burst out could be clearly seen. It was obvious that they were all angry by Yun Ting. The whole scene was about to break out, and in the next moment, there was a very likely conflict to break out.

"Okay, Mancheng! The crooked man is right. If Taiping Dao can't even give Taiping to believers, then it will be less peaceful." Zhang Jiao spoke, and this voice calmed down the situation in front of him, which was equivalent to pouring a bucket of cold water, allowing Zhang Mancheng and others to start thinking rationally and treat reality calmly.

Yun Ting wanted to continue talking, but when he saw Zhang Jiao waved to him, he closed his mouth. Zhang Jiao's tired eyes were clearly saying that Tang Zhou's rebellion made the boss feel tired. Moreover, these words probably had a great impact on him, and even hit Zhang Jiao's original world, and he was directly concerned about faith.

"Okay, let's talk about these later. The reason why I asked you to come today is that I decided to let Yun Ting and Yun Fukukui be the thirteenth commander of our Yellow Turban Army!"

Zhang Jiao's order made Yun Ting stunned, and the people below were also stunned. After a long time, everyone came to their senses and responded respectfully: "Yes."

"In the future, inside, you will call Mr. Yunting Thirteen. Remember, it is Mr. Thirteen of the Yellow Turban Army." Zhang Jiao said quietly, and his sharp eyes swept across the people below. Every coach Qu who had passed by Zhang Jiao silently lowered his head and did not dare to look at Zhang Jiao in front of him, including Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang.
Chapter completed!