Didn’t my brother just sneaked into the school to play basketball and wanted to be handsome in front of his favorite goddess of history? Why did he run to the end of the Han Dynasty and become Zhang Liao? Is it because of his name Zhang Zhaohu?

He was originally an orphan, and the name Zhang Zhaohu was chosen by Ge Shan, the lame Taoist who adopted him. He was always very satisfied with this name. The sweet smile of the goddess of history still echoed in his ears: "Emperor Wen of Wei Cao Pi once said that Zhang Liao was the ancient Zhaohu. Barbarian, if you were born in the Three Kingdoms era, you would be Zhang Liao, but you are much more barbaric than Zhang Liao."

Now no one calls me a barbarian anymore.

Zhang Zhaohu felt a cramp in his heart and gritted his teeth and said, "I hate Cao Pi!"

My Goddess of History! Zhang Zhaohu punched his leg with a punch, hey, it hurts! This is really a damn dream, the Three Kingdoms of the end of the Han Dynasty! I can never go back.

It is said that Zhang Zhaohu had no worries except for wandering around and was free and easy. After graduating from college, he went to a poor county government to do odd jobs. A year ago, he accidentally met a female history teacher in the county high school. He was immediately attracted by the goddess's peerless beauty. He chased her for a year. He was about to succeed in his dream. As a result, he hung herself under the basket before he could get off. When he came to this ghost place, he probably wouldn't have the chance to see her again.

He suddenly remembered that the lame Taoist priest had criticized him once a long time ago, saying that he had the fate of joining the army to kill people and becoming a marquis and generals!

Zhang Zhaohu kept sneering at this, but now he believed it.

"Join the army and kill people! Become a marquis and a general..." After a while, Zhang Zhaohu's eyes became firm and he gritted his teeth, "Brother admits it. From now on, I will be Zhang Liao and Zhang Wenyuan!"

His character is originally generous and carefree, and he has been sitting there for the middle of the night to let him accept reality. Of course, now he has to accept reality.

"Bright moon!" Zhang Liao looked up at the bright moon in the sky, grunted for a long time, but could not hold up a poem to express his mood at this moment.

Looking at the firelight in the distance, it was the Qiang and Hu soldiers guarding Xiyuan and guarding his own soldiers. He couldn't help but feel a little depressed. If he remembered correctly, the Qiang and Hu soldiers general who escorted them to him said that Taiwei Dong would summon him tomorrow.

Of course, Dong Taiwei is Dong Zhuo. How should he deal with Dong Zhuo, a moody thug?

Zhang Liao was lowering his head and thinking, but suddenly he found a figure on the ground at some point.

Someone?! He was shocked and immediately looked up, but he saw a middle-aged man wearing a crane cloak looking at him with a smile in the woods.

This middle-aged man is tall, handsome, with a splendid expression, long beards under his jaw, long swords hanging on his waist, dressed in a Taoist priest, and looks like a fairy-like Taoist priest.

Even though this Taoist priest looked kind, Zhang Liao was also very alert. It was already midnight, so how could anyone suddenly appear here?

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Zhang Liao stood up and asked in a deep voice: "This is a military camp, don't trespass."

The Taoist priest smiled and clasped his fists and said, "I happened to pass by here. I saw that there were differences in the astrological signs here, so I came to see the noble people."

"What? Are you Zuo Ci?!" Zhang Liao exclaimed in surprise, looking at the middle-aged Taoist priest, his eyes full of shock.

Zuo Ci is a legendary figure in the Three Kingdoms era. He is a master of the Five Classics of Shaoming, and is also aware of Xingwei, studied Taoism, and the Liujia of Ming Dynasty. He is a legend that he can control ghosts and gods and sit in the kitchen. Putting aside those mythical legends, the story of Zuo Ci playing Cao Cao is recorded in official history.

"Oh?" Zuo Ci laughed and said, "My friend really recognizes me. I think there is a strange appearance on my face, so that's true."

After hearing Zuo Ci's words, Zhang Liao was even more shocked. Could it be that he would meet an old monster as soon as he came over? Even Brother knew about it during the time travel? He blinked his eyes, held back the shock in his heart, and hurriedly clasped his fists and said, "You have met Taoist Master Zuo."

After saying that, looking at Zuo Ci, he couldn't help asking: "I wonder what Master Zuo calls a strange appearance?"

"My friend's origin cannot be described, and it will be misfortune." Zuo Ci shook his head mysteriously and said, "But I think my friend's face is full of heaven and moist, with straight sword eyebrows, clear eyes and deep sword swords. In this life, he will be the master of killing and killing endlessly, and he will also benefit infinitely. The world's pattern is in your heart."

The charlatan! Zhang Liao's lips twitched: "The Taoist priest was joking. The boy is just a small fake Sima. Now the future is unpredictable. How dare you expect anything else?"

"Haha." Zuo Cifu said, "My friend is now hiding deep in the sword, and has not been exposed. Now he should lie dormant to wait for the sky. When the sword is revealed, his spirit is like a long dragon. It is the time to soar into the sky. It is just the main or auxiliary, all within the small friend's inch."

Zhang Liao blinked: "The Taoist priest said, "You don't care about anything, you will eat and die every day, and you will soar into the sky after a while?"

Zuo Ci's smile froze, the corners of his mouth twitched, his eyes lit up, and he looked at Zhang Liao, which made Zhang Liao feel a little numb. After a moment, Zuo Ci laughed and said, "My friend said this. I can eat it every day and I can only wait for death. After a while, the spirit of the primordial spirit soars into the sky."

"Haha, Taoist priest was joking." Zhang Liao couldn't help laughing, thinking that Zuo Ci was also interesting, and most of the uneasiness in his heart was gone. The character of his previous life that he had developed in the county government, which he liked to make friends, was revealed again.

He went up and pulled Zuo Ci's sleeve, looking familiar, and pulled Zuo Ci on the stone bench beside him: "Come on, Taoist priest, please sit down, you will see you, your respect for you is like a towering mountain unshakable, and like a surging river that continues to continue... In order to achieve great things, you need noble people to help you. Taoist priest will stay by your side in the future and always give instructions on how to do it?"

Zuo Ci couldn't help but twitch. Looking at this seemingly unpredictable guy, he suddenly wondered if he had found the wrong person. Looking at Zhang Liao's enthusiastic and expectant eyes, he shook his head and said, "I am a person outside the world. I should not enter the world. Now that the Han Dynasty is about to end, the world is in chaos. At this time, the bad luck, those with high officials are in danger, those with more wealth die, and those with glory in the world are not greedy."

Seeing Zuo Ci's appearance as a paradise, Zhang Liao raised Yang Mei. He didn't believe that Zuo Ci came here in the middle of the night, "just" to come to find him, and immediately said tentatively: "Listen to what the Taoist priest said, the boy also felt that the world was dangerous. Why don't you take the Taoist priest as your teacher? How about following the Taoist priest like a mountain to practice Taoism?"

Zuo Ci was stunned, then stroked his beard and laughed, "If you can enter my Taoist sect and practice my Taoist sect, it will be a joy for the Taoist sect."

What about coaxing ghosts? Zhang Liao looked at Zuo Ci's shocked again, and knew that this guy was indifferent. He blinked his eyes and asked, "If you practice Taoism, you may fly to the sky and escape from the earth, change in all kinds of things, and immortality?"

"This..." Zuo Ci's hand stagnated and cut off several beards: "Practicing Taoism depends on talent and nature."

"Boy doesn't have that talent." Zhang Liao said hurriedly. He was just a test, but he didn't have the intention to put his great years on the illusory practice of Taoism.
Chapter completed!