The two of them were hurrying on the starry night. Zhao Yun's Jade Lion Horse was very good, and it was a good horse that could travel thousands of miles every day. Although Lin Junshu was just a rogue horse when he sat down, with the blessing of his Wind Movement Curse, he could barely keep up.

Zhao Yun's footsteps.

After the battle with Zhao Yun, Lin Junshu's pollution level soared to 58%, and the pollution level exceeded 50%. If there is no other means to suppress it, alienation will begin to occur.

Lin Junshu wrote a chapter on Taiping Yaoshu for self-cultivation, which could have slowly brought the pollution level down, but then he had to participate in the Eighteenth Route Princes' crusade against Dong Zhuo, and kept the pollution level at such a dangerous level. The risk was still too high.

Big.

Lin Junshu took out two [suspicious white meat balls] from his arms, endured the nausea and heartache, and swallowed them with tears.

"Huh? Brother Lin, what are you eating?"

Under Lin Junshu's cheating and nonsense, the relationship between Lin Junshu and Zhao Yun has become closer.

Looking at Zhao Yun's inquiry, Lin Jun slyly took out the half-bitten meatball and handed it out, "Rou Duanzi, do you want to eat it?"

Zhao Yun saw Lin Junshu with tears streaming down his face and a mixed look, and quickly shook his head, "No, no, I'm not hungry yet. You eat, you eat!"

Lin Junshu stuffed the last half of the meatball into his mouth with difficulty and chewed it mechanically.

The soaring pollution level finally dropped to 38%, returning to a safe value.

Two horses, one white and one black, carried the two people eastward, galloping on the path to Luoyang.

Traveling under starry night, the two finally arrived in front of Sishui Pass at dawn.

"It seems that all the eighteen princes have stationed their troops here. It seems that the war is not going well. Brother Lin, please follow me to see the lord first!" Zhao Yun glanced at the various military formations of various princes and said to Lin Junshu.

"That's great!" Lin Junshu nodded in response.

"Sishui Pass? So, maybe I can still see the famous scene where Guan Erye warms wine and kills Hua Xiong? I don't know whether it is Erye or Sun Jian who kills Hua Xiong in this world? At present, Liu Guan and Zhang seem to be following

Liu Bei’s old classmate Gongsun Zan is hanging around, right? Maybe we can meet him again soon."

Lin Junshu had already anticipated this situation, and completed his identity in his speech to Zhao Yun. After all, there were many familiar faces among the eighteen princes in the Battle of Julu, although he was not in the Yellow Turban Army at that time.

It was inconspicuous, but the final blow that cut off Zhang Jiao's head still attracted the attention of many people.

He was not sure if anyone still remembered him as a little person. If his identity was not made up and someone recognized him face to face and killed him as a remnant of the Yellow Turbans, he would have no place to cry.

When they arrived at the gate of Gongsun Zan's camp, the two of them dismounted. The guard guarding the gate recognized Zhao Yun at a glance and hurriedly stepped forward to salute: "Master Zhao, are you back? My lord has ordered that Master Zhao can go directly to the army after returning.

Zhongda account!"

Zhao Yun nodded, handed his Yezhao Jade Lion and Lin Junshu's horse to the guards, and told them to take care of them.

"Brother Lin, although you have magical skills, this horse is really bad. On the battlefield, horses are as important as weapons. I will go find a good horse for you later!"

Lin Junshu shook his head, "That's not necessary. I'm just a wild Taoist who knows a few tricks, and I'm not a general who charges into hundreds of battles. A rogue horse is enough to travel, but a good horse is wasted on me."
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Although he said this, Lin Junshu was still a little surprised in his heart. This is all due to the world view of the gods. Why does the general still value war horses so much?

He also saw the performance of Yezhao Jade Lion during the previous battle. Although the divine horse was abnormal, compared with Zhao Yun's inhuman combat power, it didn't seem to be of much help.

Maybe there is something magical about it that you don’t know yet?

When Zhao Yun saw Lin Junshu's refusal, he stopped talking and just kept the matter of finding a horse in his heart.

"Brother Lin, wait for me here first. I will go and report Brother Lin's matter to the lord."

Lin Junshu nodded. There were no other people in the military camp, so he had to go there by himself.

Zhao Yun walked towards the tent, while Lin Junshu stood at the door of the military camp and looked around boredly.

The sky was just bright, and the continuous military tents looked like a different kind of mountains, which were quite spectacular one after another. There were more than ten tent camps separated, and there were many and few soldiers and horses, as many as 30,000 and as few as thousands, Lin Junshu observed

Below, Gongsun Zan's military formation is above average in size, and it is considered to be quite powerful among the princes.

After watching for a while, Zhao Yun came out followed by a middle-aged man wearing silver armor and a handsome face.

Before anyone arrives, the sound comes first.

"Hahahaha! Taoist Lin came to vote today, Zan is not very happy!"

Lin Junshu turned around and looked around, and saw that the person who came was about thirty or forty years old, wearing white armor and a white helmet. Although he was old, he was still handsome and handsome.

Gongsun Zan has learned the general situation of Lin Junshu from Zhao Yun. Now that all the heroes have joined together, the Han Dynasty is about to collapse. Whether the Taoist who came to vote has real ability is another matter. It is good for "a wise man to vote for a wise master"

It can be said that the drama comes at the right time!

Gongsun Zan took Lin Junshu's hands, with a look of joy on his face: "I have heard about the name of the Taoist Master for a long time, and now I can see the Taoist Master's immortal style. He is really suave and extraordinary! Now that I have the help of the Nanhua Immortal and his disciples, everything will go smoothly in the attack on Dong!"

Lin Junshu rolled his eyes in his heart. I am a nobody who just ran down from Nanhua Mountain. Where did you go and hear my name for so long?

On the way, Lin Junshu told Zhao Yun all about his identity, saying that he was a disciple of the Nanhua Immortal Seat. He followed his master to practice Taoism in the mountains for many years and started late. He came down from the mountain six years ago and went to Jizhou to pay homage to his senior brother, the great virtuous man.

Learned the end of Zhang Jiaodao, and brought his head back to the mountain gate for burial.

It is difficult to hide his involvement with the Yellow Turban Army, so it is better to tell him frankly from the beginning to avoid lying now and being exposed later.

What Lin Junshu said was not a lie. Although he and Nanhua Immortal were not named masters and disciples, they were actually masters and disciples. It is not an exaggeration to say that they were his disciples. He had indeed admired Zhang Jiao's Huang Tian's way, and

At his last request, his leader was cut off and brought back to Nanhua for burial.

Lin Junshu did not lie, but he changed the order slightly and processed some facts. In order to survive in this troubled world, Lin Junshu had to first raise the banner of Nanhua Immortal.

Although he felt guilty in his heart, Lin Jun still expressed gratitude and fear in writing: "Why bother the prefect to come and pick him up in person! The promise is just a wandering wild road. I have been greatly favored by General Zhao. Today happens to be his meeting. I hope I can use my meager strength to do so."

Please help me, and I hope the eunuch won’t dislike it!”

"Hahahaha, what are you talking about? What are you talking about? Having Taoist Priest help me is like a tiger's wings! Zilong deserves to be credited with a great contribution, please! Taoist Priest, please tell me about it!"

Gongsun Zan enthusiastically took Lin Junshu's hand and personally led the way to the tent.

Of course Lin Junshu knew in his heart that Gongsun Zan's behavior of paying homage to the virtuous corporal was just to show off his posture when the eighteen princes gathered together.

But he does need such a stage to officially enter the eyes of the heroes of the Three Kingdoms.

Lin Junshu followed Gongsun Zan and walked away quickly, but the long-lost system prompt suddenly sounded in his mind.

【Ding——】

[Congratulations to the player for joining the "Beiping Prefect Gongsun Zan" camp]

[The player's inventory is opened and 10 cells of initial storage are obtained]

"?!!"

"The inventory is open? The condition for opening the inventory is to join the camp? Why didn't I tell you earlier because of this stupid system? If I had told me to join the Nanhua Taoist camp, wouldn't it be over!"

Before Lin Junshu finished complaining, like a rebound after being silent for too long, the reminder in his mind sounded again.

【Ding——】
Chapter completed!