"Oh?" Yang Muyun became interested at the time, "Out of the stopper? Was it a fight with the Tartars? ”

As soon as these words came out, all the guards present, including Ma Liang, had different colors on their faces, and their originally elated faces became silent.

"Huh?" Seeing this scene, Yang Muyun couldn't help but be stunned, and secretly wondered in his heart: Did I say something wrong?

"Lord Qianhu," Ma Liang hesitated for a moment and said, "The lower officials and the brothers are all from the 3,000 battalions, and the reason why the 3,000 battalions are called the 3,000 battalions is that they are developed from the 3,000 Mongolian cavalry, in other words, the soldiers of the 3,000 battalions are all composed of Mongols. Not only are the lower officials Mongols, but these dozen brothers are all Mongols. ”

"Oh!" Yang Muyun suddenly realized that saying Tartar in front of the Mongolian people was the same as scolding the bald man in front of the monk, no wonder they sounded harsh, and smiled heartily at the moment, "Yang doesn't know, the words are inappropriate, you should punish yourself with a bowl." With that, he drank the bowl of wine in front of him.

Yang Muyun personally poured a bowl of wine, got up high, and said loudly: "Here, there are no Han people, no Mongols, and no Tartars, only the warriors of the Ming Dynasty, the warriors of the Ming Dynasty, for the sake of the Ming Dynasty, do it."

"For the sake of Daming, do it" The bold Mongolian man was excited by Yang Muyun's words. A bearded guard walked quickly to Yang Muyun with a bowl of wine, pointed his finger at himself, then at Yang Muyun, and then gave a thumbs up.

Yang Muyun was puzzled and looked at Ma Liang.

"Senho-sama. He is Baoyin Bayar, whose Chinese name is Li Yunying," Ma Liang explained, "He is not proficient in Chinese, but he means that he admires you very much and wants to have a bowl with you alone." ”

"Li Huwei, for the sake of Daming, do it" Yang Muyun smiled, picked up the bowl and touched him.

"Big ...... Big Silver, surrounded by ...... Daning, do it," Li Yunying said in a stumbling Chinese dialect.

Everyone burst into laughter, and the atmosphere was rekindled, and the simple and bold Mongolian men always showed their loveliest side when they drank wine. A jar of wine and plates of dishes were about to come up like flowing water, Yang Muyun narrowed his eyes slightly and was a little drunk, watching the group of Mongolian men fighting together, singing, and even scolding some Mongolian words that he couldn't understand......

A rickety figure hurriedly retreated with a pot of stewed mutton soup, Yang Muyun's eyes blinked, and he suddenly felt that this person's figure was a little familiar.

"How can there be people in this place that I am familiar with?" He groaned slightly, then got up and walked out as if he was not strong enough to drink.

"What do you command, sir?" Seeing Yang Muyun leave the table, Bao Zheng hurriedly greeted him with a smile on his face, he knew that Yang Muyun was the biggest official in this group.

"Do you have any outsiders here?" Yang Muyun asked.

"Dissatisfied with my lord," Bao Zheng thought for a moment, "this afternoon an old woman who asked for food came to our village, and when the younger one saw that she was pitiful, he took her into the village. ”

"Oh?" Yang Muyun raised his eyebrows, "Bring her over for me to see." ”

"Yes, sir." Bao Zheng turned around and said to a **-year-old boy who was following him: "Xiao Jiu'er, go and call the Miao lady who came to our village this afternoon, say it well, don't scare people." ”

"Got it, Dad!" The boy turned and jumped away.

"My lord, there is no place for small people to be inhospitable, right?" Bao Zheng asked cautiously.

"Oh," Yang Muyun said with a slight bow, "Where did Bao Zheng say, but I waited for the group to come to Guizhuang, eat and live, and there was a lot of trouble." ”

"It is an honor for you to come to our village. How can you say that it is annoying? Bao Zheng's face was full of wrinkles, and his eyes narrowed, "I heard that your lordship is going to the capital on this trip, you will definitely be able to see the emperor when you arrive in the capital, right?" ”

"Don't hide it, it's the emperor who ordered the current emperor to recruit his own officials into Beijing."

"Wow, Lord is really blessed," Bao Zheng's eyes were full of envy, "I want to go to the capital in my dreams, if I can see the emperor...... Tut-tut, I came back and told the whole village. ”

"Dad" The boy named Xiao Jiu'er hurriedly ran over, "I ran all over the Zhuangzi, but I couldn't find where Aunt Miao was?" ”

"What?" Bao Zheng's eyes widened, with an unbelievable look on his face, "How come?" Just now she was helping the people in the village to serve the food, why can't she find anyone for a while? He walked briskly to the kitchen......

"Aunt Miao? I don't know, she brought the pot of mutton soup and never came back. The chef in charge of the kitchen thought carefully and said.

"Your Excellency, look, how can this man say that he is gone?" Bao Zheng said to Yang Muyun with a bitter face.

"Is that her?" Yang Muyun had a flash of inspiration in his mind, outside the Heavenly Realm Temple, the old woman who sold flowers ...... How did she end up here? An ominous feeling suddenly rose in his heart, and his body moved, and he quickly ran towards the backyard.

Before arriving in the backyard, the deafening noise of the group of guards drinking had disappeared, and when they stepped into the courtyard, Yang Muyun's eyes were people lying in a courtyard.

Yang Muyun was shocked, stepped forward quickly, leaned down to probe everyone's snort, but fortunately, everyone was breathing smoothly and their faces were ruddy, as if they were drunk and fell asleep.

"What's going on?" Yang Muyun looked at Na Baozheng.

Bao Zheng scratched his head: "I think these military masters drank too much and fell to the ground drunk, right?" ”

"Everyone's alcohol is deep and shallow, how can they fall to the ground together?" Yang Muyun said coldly.

"This ......" Bao Zheng yawned and muttered, "Let the little one think again......" said as he sat down at the table, tilting his head and snoring loudly.

Yang Muyun's eyes widened, he stood alone in the courtyard, surrounded by people who fell to the ground, and there was silence all around. The cold moonlight sprinkled down made people feel an indescribable weirdness.

He withdrew from the courtyard and ran to the rest of the village, only to find that everyone had fallen to the ground and could not wake up.

Yang Muyun felt a chill on his back soaking into his heart and lungs. The whole manor fell asleep soundly, obviously drugged, and he stood here in a good manner, the target of the drugged person ...... Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he tightly grasped the handle of the embroidered spring knife at his waist, watching all the movements around him vigilantly.

Who would have done this? The remnants of the Guanyin Sect? Or is it an unscrupulous force from the South-Western Frontier? He was thinking about it when he suddenly felt an itch in his neck, and when he touched it, a black thing as big as a cicada buzzed into the distance.

Yang Muyun looked carefully, his pupils couldn't help but shrink, it was not a cicada, but a mosquito, a mosquito as big as a cicada. How could there be such a large mosquito in the Central Plains? Yang Muyun felt a blur in his eyes, and secretly said in his heart: he must have been bitten by this strange mosquito. He hurried to the kitchen tank, scooped a scoop of cold water and poured it on his head.

In June, the cold water was poured on his body, not very cold, and he wiped a handful of water stains on his face, feeling a little more conscious. Out of the corner of his eye, a figure flashed in the kitchen window lattice.

"Someone." Yang Muyun didn't hesitate at all, and immediately chased after him.

The black shadow climbed over the courtyard wall and disappeared in a flash. Yang Muyun chased under the courtyard wall without hesitation, his fingers clasped the brick crack slightly, and with a hard kick under his foot, his whole body rose from the ground, and he jumped onto the wall with a "rub".

He looked out, it was pitch black all around, where was the shadow of that person? He was about to jump down, and his mind changed: The situation outside is unknown, and if I chase after me recklessly, I will definitely be trapped. For today's plan, I can only leave here on horseback and run to the direction of Chuzhou City, as long as I enter the city to show my identity, I am not afraid of people calculating.

With this in mind, he turned and jumped back into the courtyard and galloped towards the stables......

He took out his horse and jumped up, went out of the courtyard gate, and by the moonlight, he discerned the direction, and galloped north.

As soon as he came out of the village, the horse neighed, and Yang Muyun secretly said that it was not good. Sure enough, the horse's hooves were tripped and the horse was planted forward, but Yang Muyun had already jumped up, volleyed a somersault, and landed firmly on the ground. He didn't dare to stop for the slightest, and continued to gallop north.

Seeing that there was an open field in front of him, Yang Muyun suddenly felt a strong wind blowing in his face, and then a tall figure blocked his way.

The man in front of him was tall, with a face like iron, long hair, a dark robe, bare feet, and a pair of eyes as sharp as a falcon.

"It's you." Yang Muyun's pupils shrank slightly. "Protector of the Dharma."

"I didn't expect you to recognize me." The Dharma Protector laughed strangely. "I advise you to be arrested, do you still want to escape from the net we have arranged?" As he spoke, he stretched out a pair of claw-like palms, his fingertips glowing blue in the moonlight

Light.

"Just because you want to stop me?" Yang Muyun smiled coldly. "Do you think I'm like last time, and I can't shoot because of my injuries?"

"Then why don't you give it a try?" The Dharma Protector spread his talons and took a stance.

Yang Muyun stopped talking, and slowly stepped forward with the hilt of the knife in his hand. The figure of the Dharma Protector of the Dharma Protector burst out, opened his arms, and grabbed Yang Muyun's shoulder with a pair of sharp claws.

Yang Muyun's body flickered, like a phantom, and he dodged when the fingertips of the Dharma Protector of the Ka were almost touching his shoulder.

"You're moving too slowly." A hint of mockery appeared at the corner of Yang Muyun's mouth.

"Hmph" The body of the Dharma Protector jumped up in the air, and his claws drew two dark blue arcs, blasting towards Yang Muyun with the momentum of wind and thunder, as if he wanted to tear the other party apart.

The blue arc swept through the air, tearing apart only an illusory shadow, but the real person was gone.

"Is that all you have to do? I really think highly of you, your little bit of kung fu is far worse than that hole in the void. Yang Muyun stood not far away with his arms and sneered.

The Dharma Protector was anxious and angry, shouted, waved a claw shadow all over the sky, and swept towards Yang Muyun overwhelmingly. His offensive was like a bitter wind, trying to tear the opponent into pieces. But Yang Muyun's figure is like a fluttering leaf, rippling back and forth with the wind, but it can't be swept away or torn.

"It's over, Protector of the Dharma." As Yang Muyun's words fell, a phantom figure floated behind the Dharma Protector at some point, and as soon as his hand was raised, the hilt of the knife slammed heavily into his heart. A mouthful of blood spurted out of the Dharma Protector, and his body was planted, and he slowly fell to the ground.

After knocking the other party down, Yang Muyun did not stop at all, and rushed towards the direction of Chuzhou City in the north.

Not far away, Yang Muyun suddenly heard a sound of fighting not far away. His figure paused slightly, and he looked at the grove on the side of the road, and several black shadows were fighting around a graceful shadow, and the light of the cold knife swept over the face of that shadow. Yang Muyun finally saw her face clearly, "It's Ni!" ”

Four black-clad masked men tightly surrounded Ni in the middle, striking at the same time, slashing at her with a knife. Ni clenched her silver teeth, and the scimitar in her hand was blocked left and right, and it was gradually impossible to resist.

Seeing that Ni's situation was critical, Yang Muyun flew into the forest and punched the back of a man in black. When the man in black heard the wind, he turned around and raised his knife to slash at Yang Muyun's face. Yang Muyun's head lowered slightly, the blade swept over his head, he bullied himself in front of the man, raised his elbow, and slammed it into his chest.

"Ahh

The other three were startled, let go of Ni, and pounced on Yang Muyun at the same time.

Yang Muyun's figure did not stop, and he first leaned towards a man in black, and the man in black raised a knife and threw it into his arms. Yang Muyun dodged sideways, reached out with his right hand and clasped his wrist holding the knife, and his left elbow slammed into his face. There was a thud and the tip of his elbow firmly pressed against the eyebrows of the man in black, and the man fainted without saying a word.

The remaining two black-clothed people were shocked, and the two blades, one left and one right, attacked Yang Muyun at the same time. Yang Muyun's figure flew up in the air, and the moment he jumped behind them, he twisted his body and swung the scabbard in his hand, and hit the back of the two of them in the head with two "pops", and the two of them fell to the ground with a muffled snort.

In just a few moments, all four men in black were knocked down, but Yang Muyun never pulled out his sword from its sheath.

Ni cheered, threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly, her delicate face weeping with joy.

"Ni, why are you here?" Yang Muyun asked.

"Mu Yun, I have been following you since you left Nandu," Ni looked up at him, "I followed here, and when I found that someone wanted to be unfavorable to you, I wanted to stop it......" glanced at the man in black lying on the ground, "...... There are so many of them that I can't see that I can defeat them, but fortunately you arrived. ”

"Can you let go of me, you hugged me so tightly that I couldn't breathe." Yang Muyun's face was a little embarrassed.

Ni blushed and reluctantly let go of him.

"Who are these people? Why are they plotting against me? Yang Muyun leaned down and wanted to take off the masked black scarf on the face of the man in black.

"Mu Yun, let's go quickly, there are a lot of people coming from them, and if they delay any longer, others will surround them." Ni urged, tugging at his shirt.