Chapter 799

The air in the carriage seemed to have solidified.

Zhang Jiao looked at Jia Dong, and Jia Dong's gaze did not know where to put it.

Zhang Jiao's sudden showdown caught Jia Dong off guard.

Jia Dong felt that he had been careful enough in everything.

But...

Just as Zhang Jiao said, with so many people, although he could ensure that he did things flawlessly.

But others could not.

To ensure that Zhang Jiao was always under control, these so-called Huang Jin Warriors around Zhang Jiao were all disguised as elite Liangzhou soldiers.

More than a thousand people, after so many days of contact, it is inevitable that some people will be negligent.

Also, Zhang Jiao's sentence just now reminded him.

What dream of an immortal, what guidance from an immortal.

These were things Zhang Jiao had started playing with more than ten years ago.

Zhang Jiao had spread the Taiping Dao for more than ten years, and naturally knew these things better than anyone else.

If there were really immortals in this world, Qin Shi Huang would have been immortal long ago.

Perhaps...

Perhaps Zhang Jiao had discovered these problems long ago, but... but he only chose to showdown now.

"I know, there are many things you can't decide," Zhang Jiao said, looking at the silent Jia Dong: "My condition is very simple, let Ning'er leave safely, and I can listen to you in the future."

Zhang Jiao had said this much, and Jia Dong knew that continuing to hide it had no meaning.

After all, there would be a showdown sooner or later.

So Jia Dong, sitting opposite Zhang Jiao, nodded.

"I really can't decide this matter, but..."

Jia Dong hesitated and said: "My master is not far from here, I will go notify my master immediately, if the Great Virtuous Teacher has anything to say, he can talk to my master."

"Good," Zhang Jiao nodded readily.

As Zhang Jiao nodded, Jia Dong did not delay.

At this time, Duan Yu's army was hanging behind the Huang Jin Army not far away.

After Zhang Jiao's carriage left, Jia Dong found Liu Bai Tu to send a letter to Duan Yu.

Sunset.

The afterglow of the sunset turned into red clouds in the sky, reflecting on the horizon.

The Huang Jin Army, which had walked for a day, began to camp on the spot.

And Zhang Jiao, who had sat in the carriage for a day, also got off the carriage, feeling the rare silence and evening glow.

Protected by a group of Huang Jin Warriors.

Zhang Jiao sat by a stream flowing from the distant mountains and forests.

The stream was clear and cool.

Zhang Ning, who had stayed in the carriage for a day, took off her shoes and socks, exposing her snow-white feet and stepping into the stream.

From time to time, groups of colorful little fish swam quickly under Zhang Ning's feet.

Zhang Ning, holding her white skirt with both hands, looked sideways at Zhang Jiao sitting on a blue stone by the stream, a smile blooming on her face that had not been seen for a long time.

Zhang Jiao, sitting on the blue stone, also responded with a smile.

Not far away, a cavalry team composed of dozens of people came toward Zhang Jiao's direction with the sound of rumbling hooves.

When hearing the dense sound of hooves, Zhang Jiao and Zhang Ning, father and daughter, looked into the distance.

Facing the afterglow of the sunset, a red warhorse that seemed to be plated with a layer of pale gold and was extremely robust galloped over.

The rider was tall and dressed in black robes.

The collar and cuffs were embroidered with auspicious clouds and exotic beasts with gold thread.

Behind him were dozens of divine warhorses.

Two great generals guarded his left and right sides like door gods.

Although these dozens of people were all wearing ordinary clothes.

But the murderous aura that could not be concealed seemed to be telling everyone around not to approach easily, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

When Zhang Ning, standing in the stream, saw that fiery red divine warhorse, and Duan Yu on the horse, a flash of surprise flashed in her beautiful eyes.

Then dozens of warhorses stopped by the stream.

Duan Yu dismounted.

Gao Shun and Qu Yi behind him, as well as dozens of riders, all dismounted at the same time.

Gao Shun took the reins of the Red Dragon Treading Cloud Beast from Duan Yu's hand.

Qu Yi followed Duan Yu's footsteps with one hand on the hilt of his sword.

Zhang Ning, seeing the strange and tall Duan Yu, whom she almost had to look up to, walking toward her father, immediately became extremely nervous.

The pressure emitted by Duan Yu's tall figure made Zhang Ning extremely uneasy.

Even without time to put on shoes, she stepped on the pebbles in the stream and ran toward Zhang Jiao.

The white skirt she was holding was instantly soaked by the stream, and then stuck tightly to her smooth calves.

"Ning'er, don't be nervous, this is Father's guest," Zhang Jiao said to Zhang Ning.

Zhang Ning, who was running, suddenly stopped.

Guest?

Zhang Ning was slightly stunned.

But she had never seen Duan Yu.

Jia Dong also walked out from the team behind Duan Yu at this time.

Then he smiled at Zhang Ning in the river and said: "Young Lady, don't be nervous, my Lord will not harm the Great Virtuous Teacher."

Lord?

The strange title that appeared again left Zhang Ning almost stunned on the spot.

Who is this man?

Why did her father call him a guest?

And Jia Dong called him Lord?

Duan Yu looked at Zhang Ning in the stream, then nodded politely with a smile.

Then he walked toward Zhang Jiao with big strides.

When he was about two meters away, Duan Yu stopped.

This was his first time seeing Zhang Jiao.

He looked much more ordinary than he did in the alley.