My name is Huang Tian, ​​what the hell is this "Heaven is dead" nonsense?

Chapter 9 Crossover
Returning to his apartment with the joy of his breakthrough, Huang Tian washed an apple for himself and began to eat it with gusto.

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While I was eating, my phone suddenly received several messages.

When Huang Tian opened the message, he was surprised to find that it was sent by his girlfriend, Zong Wenjun.

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Can we video chat? I miss you.

Huang Tian: [Convenient]

The phone vibrated the next second after the message was sent, and Huang Tian clicked to answer.

Zong Wenjun's fair face appeared on the screen. She seemed to be sitting on a brown bench with a pond rippling with silver behind her. Cool light illuminated her silhouette from the side, and her orange-yellow tea dress swayed gently in the night breeze.

Zong Wenjun didn't speak, but just looked at him quietly with a gentle smile on her face.

Looking at her smile, Huang Tian couldn't help but smile too. The two looked at each other across the screen without saying a word, yet it was as if they were embracing.

It seemed like a long time had passed before Zong Wenjun finally spoke softly, "It's been so long since I've seen you."

The last time they met was in early August, when they went to Hangzhou for two days. Then Huang Tian was called back to Changsha by his company.

After they parted ways, they only chatted occasionally on their phones. This was mainly because Huang Tian was too busy and often worked overtime, and Zong Wenjun didn't want to bother him, so they rarely chatted, and never even had a video call.

"How have you been lately?" Zong Wenjun asked.

Huang Tian thought for a moment and felt there was nothing to hide. "It's alright. It's just that the company treated me as a talent and sent me out into society. I'm planning to find another job."

Zong Wenjun's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly. "Changing jobs is good. Your old company required overtime almost every day. How could anyone possibly endure that?"

Huang Tian laughed and said, "That's how it is now, it's everywhere."

Zong Wenjun pursed her lips and remained silent for a long time before finally asking, "What are your plans for National Day?"

Huang Tian: "Not for now. Maybe I'll look into where to interview, or maybe I'll take a break for a while?"

Zong Wenjun blinked: "Then I'll come to Changshi to find you."

Huang Tian asked curiously, "Our busy little one actually has time to come to Chang City?"

During holidays, Zong Wenjun either stays in the library reading literature or does part-time translation work, translating manuscripts, and rarely has free time.

Zong Wenjun rolled her eyes at him: "I just missed you."

Huang Tian knew she wanted to keep him company and comfort him, and felt a warmth in his heart. He joked, "Then I'll be waiting for you, busy little one."

Upon hearing this, Zong Wenjun puffed out her cheeks and raised her delicate white fist at him.

Huang Tian was amused by her sudden display of cuteness. "Where do you want to go when you get there?"

The two studied at Changda University for four years and visited almost all the scenic spots in the surrounding area.

Zong Wenjun thought for a moment and said, "I don't want to go too far. Let's just wander around and look at things in Changshi."

Huang Tian said, "Alright, let's go to Wanshou Palace and Tengwang Pavilion, otherwise there's not much to do in Changshi."

"Okay." Zong Wenjun nodded. "See you on National Day then."

See you on National Day.

After hanging up the video call, Huang Tian leaned back on the bed, thinking about what he should do next.

He is not yet able to give up beef, and it is foreseeable that he will not be able to do so in the short term, so a proper career is still quite important to him.

"Does it mean I have to become like the protagonist in some novel, boxing, participating in competitions, healing people, pretending to be a charlatan, or growing and selling medicinal herbs?"

He fell into deep thought, but after pondering for a long time, he still couldn't make a decision immediately. "No rush, let's wait and see. Things will work themselves out."

……

...As dawn broke, the sky gradually changed from pale blue to orange-red.

Huang Tian, ​​who had just woken up, sat cross-legged in meditation. His lips and teeth were slightly closed, and his chest rose and fell slowly with each breath. Strands of invisible spiritual energy flowed into his body, circulating throughout his body and condensing in his lower abdomen.

Time passes slowly.

At exactly 12 noon, Huang Tian emerged from his meditative state, his eyes cleared, and with a thought, he heard all sorts of calls in his ears.

Suddenly, a familiar voice entered his ears.

"The Azure Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall rise; in the year of Jiazi, great fortune will come to the world!!"

After pondering for a short while, Huang Tian tried to gently touch the voice from the world at the end of the Han Dynasty with his mind, just like last time.

Another moment of disorientation, and a sliver of consciousness detached from the body and crashed violently into a crystal-like barrier.

Crackling

The sound of crystal shattering rang out, and that wisp of consciousness successfully passed through the space-time barrier, following the direction of the sound and disappearing into the dark void.

……

……

July of the seventh year of Guanghe.

Jizhou, within Guangzong City.

With a gaunt face, Zhang Jiao gripped his nine-section staff tightly in his right hand and struggled to get up from his sickbed.

“Brother, why do you have to force yourself? I will take care of everything in defending the city.” Zhang Liang, who was kneeling to the side, had slightly red eyes and reached out to support Zhang Jiao.

"The most pressing matter now is probably not defending the city," Zhang Jiao sighed. "Lu Zhi has already completely surrounded Guangzong, hasn't he?"

Zhang Liang lowered his head. "The Han army has been building walls and digging deep trenches day and night. I have sent men out of the city many times to destroy the high walls and fill the trenches, but all to little avail. Now, Guangzong... I am incompetent!"

Zhang Jiao pressed his withered hand on his younger brother's arm. "If we're talking about incompetence, it should be me who's incompetent. If I hadn't suffered defeat after defeat against Lu Zhi, I wouldn't have been trapped in Guangzong by his army and become a caged bird."

He slowly broke free from his brother's support, steadied himself with the help of his nine-section staff, and his expression was remarkably calm.

"We have been retreating to Guangzong for more than a month, and no reinforcements have come to our aid. I don't think there will be any in the future."

Without reinforcements, we cannot remain trapped in this isolated city; otherwise, a prolonged siege will inevitably lead to its fall. The only option now is to defeat the Han army in a fair and square battle.

Zhang Liang looked hesitant.

If they could defeat the Han army in battle, how could they have been forced to Guangzong?
Zhang Jiao saw through his thoughts and said gently, "While I can still move, I will personally command the armies in battle and make a final stand."

If I win, the predicament will be resolved.

If I show signs of defeat, you should take advantage of the chaos to escape from Guangzong.

Zhang Liang's face was filled with indignation: "How can a younger brother abandon his elder brother and run away alone?!"

He suddenly drew a short knife from his waist and held it to his neck. "If my elder brother forces me to flee, I will immediately cut my own throat here to prove my loyalty!"

Zhang Jiao sighed deeply and took his arm, saying, "Come with me."

Zhang Liang said solemnly, "I am willing to die with my brother!"

Moments later, the thunderous sound of drums resounded throughout Guangzong, and the Yellow Turban soldiers scattered throughout the city gradually merged into a surging river like streams.

The heavy city gates creaked open, and countless Yellow Turban soldiers, dressed in thin clothes or bare-chested, poured out of Guangzong City, carrying simple pitchforks, farm tools, spears and other weapons, and lined up in formation amidst shouts.

Before long, more than a dozen banners bearing the titles "General of Heaven," "Great Teacher of Virtue," "General of Humanity," and "Yellow Heaven Descends to Earth" appeared before the crowd. Looking at the high-flying banner of the General of Heaven, tens of thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers shouted with fervent enthusiasm:

"The blue sky is dead, the yellow sky should be established, the year is Jiazi, and the world is blessed!!!"

(End of this chapter)