Something very important? Yang Muyun frowned, remembering the tragic situation of corpses strewn all over the field at the corner of the mountain, judging from the lying posture and clothing, it should belong to two groups of people, but judging from the wounds, it should be killed by one person, "Could it be him?" His heart moved, and the figure of the black-clothed strange man floated in front of him, "The fatal wounds are neatly aligned, and it can be seen that the person who shot is quick and sharp, and he does not drag the mud and water at all...... And if the ball of silk paper written in Xixia script in the hands of the fallen person was not from the man in black, then it should have been inadvertently taken from someone from another group of people...... "The most reasonable explanation is that a group of people passing by the corner of Qingshanyu Mountain had something like that on the silk paper, and another group of people who followed the instructions of the silk paper rushed there to rob them, who knew that a mysterious master suddenly came out, killed all the two groups of people there, and then took that thing away......"

"Childe, Childe......" The fortune teller saw that his expression was different, and asked strangely, "What are you thinking?" ”

"Oh, no, nothing," Yang Muyun woke up from a dream, glanced at him and asked, "What's that important thing?" ”

"It's not written on it." The fortune teller took a closer look and shook his pointed face slightly.

Yang Muyun showed a look of disappointment on his face, "Then what's written down there?" ”

"What is written below is to return to Baitan Mountain Liuyunzhuang as soon as possible after you succeed." The fortune teller said.

"Baitanshan Liuyunzhuang?" Yang Muyun asked, "Where is this?" ”

"Fifty miles east of Huairou County," the fortune teller is very familiar with this area, "This Liuyun Village is on Baitan Mountain, and the people on the village can actually write Xixia Chinese, and this old man is also the first time to hear of it." ”

"These people transmit information in the Western Xia language, it must be a mysterious organization that does not want to be known to outsiders, and this way of transmitting information is not easy to leak to outsiders." Yang Muyun recalled the scene last night, "I don't know what important thing it is, it has attracted many forces to come for this, I don't know if the court knows about it?" "My heart moved," Listening to what Yuan Qi'er said, the Red Sect is attached to the Mongolian Khan's court, and the red-capped lama Uswan must also come to fight for this thing on behalf of the Mongolian Khan's court, which shows that this thing is not trivial. ”

Thinking of this, Yang Muyun looked at the fortune teller and asked, "What else is written down here?" ”

"Nope." The fortune teller lifted the flask and poured a glass of wine, pouring himself a drink, "This old autumn dew tastes really good, Gongzi came to my Huairou, it's a pity not to taste it." ”

"Since Mr. likes it, let's have a few more drinks," Yang Muyun was not in the mood to talk to him about any fine wine at this time, and then asked: "Is there only this Liuyun Village on Baitan Mountain?" Is Mr. familiar with this Liuyunzhuang? ”

"If you want to say that this Liuyun Village on Baitan Mountain, it has existed for many years," the fortune teller "cooed" after drinking a glass of wine, stretched out his sleeves to wipe the wine stains on the corner of his mouth, and said eloquently: "Where Liuyunzhuang and the people in the village came from, no one can say clearly, outsiders only know that the surname of the people in the village is Gao, and the rest are not very clear." Moreover, the people of Liuyunzhuang are mysterious and secretive, and they rarely interact with outsiders, so they are like a mystery to outsiders. ”

"Hasn't anyone ever been to that Liuyun Village?" Yang Muyun asked strangely.

"That Zhuangzi was built on a mountain," the fortune teller said while thinking, "It is built like a small castle, with a hopeful tower and a battlement of the city wall, and it is difficult for people outside the village to get closer, only the people of the government have been there a few times, and ordinary people don't even think about it." ”

"If they build castles, won't the government care?"

"If it's inland, of course, it's not appropriate, but it's next to the border," the fortune teller snorted, "and the Tartar cavalry may come out of nowhere, and many of the villagers of Zhuangzi have built forts for defense, and the government is turning a blind eye to this." As long as there is a lot of labor and taxes, the officials and lords are too lazy to take care of so much, and the farmers have the ability to defend against tartars, and they don't let the officials and lords of the prefecture and county worry less, right? ”

"Oh, I see," Yang Muyun thought thoughtfully, "Judging from all indications, there must be a mysterious organization in Liuyun Village, and since they use the Western Xia script to transmit news, they must also have some special relationship with the remnants of Western Xia." And they built a strong fortress in the name of defending the Tartars, also to isolate outsiders from prying eyes on the village. ”

"Is Childe going to Liuyunzhuang?" The fortune teller seemed to see through some of his thoughts, "That's not easy, that Zhuangzi has set up a people's strong team under the jurisdiction of the inspection department with the permission of the government, and there are all kinds of bows, arrows, knives and spears. ”

"That's amazing!" Yang Muyun pretended to be surprised.

The fortune teller smiled, glanced at him and said, "Where did you get this silk paper boy?" ”

Yang Muyun said in his heart, can you manage it, but still said quietly: "Well, it's just that my son picked it up on the road by chance." ”

"If that's the case, Childe should throw it away...... No, it's good to burn it," the fortune teller saw that he was puzzled, and whispered from the corner of his eyes: "It seems that what is written on it is some of their secrets, you and I know that it is not appropriate, if they know, it will be very bad......"

"What Mr. said is," Yang Muyun nodded, and stuffed the piece of silk paper into his arms, "When I go out, I will definitely find a remote place to burn it, and please rest assured." ”

The fortune teller smiled at him with satisfaction, and changed his words, "Childe is a scholar, I don't know if you have merit or fame, you might as well tell me your name and birthday, and the old man can help you calculate your future, for the sake of this meal, I will not charge you separately......"

"This is not busy," Yang Muyun poured him a large glass of wine with a smile, "Sir's knowledge, this son admires it very much, and when you eat and drink well, it is not too late to slowly ask you for advice." ”

Seeing that he was very respectful, the fortune teller nodded again and again, and after a few glasses ......of wine, his tongue was also bigger, "Childe doesn't know, my Qu Banxian is unknown to everyone in Huairou County, as long as someone hits me in front of me, I can see his future and past."

"You didn't even know if I had a reputation, and I was still here to speak out," Yang Muyun hooked the corners of his mouth contemptuously, "I can see what you can with a few words of Xixia Wen, and I almost didn't blow it to the sky." ”

"The wine here can only be drunk in the old autumn dew," the fortune teller staggered and picked up the wine cup, "Childe, come, it's rare that we are destined, we must get him drunk today before resting......"

"That's it, listening to Mr., that's better than reading for ten years, Mr. is so capable, he didn't go to the exam to become an official, that's a pity." Yang Muyun flattered.

"The old man is old, but he can't do it," the fortune teller's face darkened with excitement, "The old man studied too much when he was young, so the kung fu of Baguwen fell behind...... Alas, don't talk about it, now I can eat with the old man, I am satisfied, the son is still young, don't learn from me......" said and sighed again and again.

The two pushed the cup and changed the glass, and the wine was dry. This autumn dew liquor is mellow and delicious, but it also has great stamina, after all, the fortune teller is old, and he evokes the old past, depressed, and drank a few more glasses, and then he can no longer hold on, lying on the table, I don't know.

"Old gentleman, old gentleman...... Yang Muyun called softly, and seeing that he didn't answer, he stood up and walked slowly to the door of the private room.

"Childe," the shopkeeper hurriedly stepped forward, nodded and smiled, "If you need anything, please do not hesitate to ask." ”

Yang Muyun glanced at the fortune teller who was sleeping soundly on the table, and instructed: "The old gentleman is drunk, let him sleep here and don't disturb him." As he spoke, he took out a large ingot of silver and threw it to the shopkeeper, "All the wine and food in it are packed, and when the old gentleman wakes up, he will take it away." ”

"Yes, Childe," the shopkeeper pinched the big silver in his hand, his eyes narrowed into a slit with a smile, and he glanced at the fortune teller who had not woken up, "Childe's heart is really good, this old man has been wandering on this street for so many years, and you are the first to invite him to eat with us," he said and blinked, "Did he say that you have an excellent life, and you will definitely be able to enter Beijing to take the entrance examination in the next year, and then you will be rich and rich, with a beautiful wife and concubine, and a prosperous official fortune......"

"That's right," Yang Muyun smiled, "How do you know?" ”

The shopkeeper pouted, "He said that to everyone, it's just that you invited him to us, Childe." ”

"You mean he couldn't coax this son?" Yang Muyun said.

The guy at the ...... shop knew that he was speechless, and hurriedly said: "Childe thinks too much, even if it is a small look at you, it is a bright future...... "I was afraid that he would regret returning the money, so he lowered his body and retreated.

"It's just a poor person who is running for three meals a day, why should he poke at someone's sore spot?" Yang Muyun shook his head and walked out of the hotel.

......

Yang Muyun stood on the bustling county street, thinking about where to go next, "I don't know what kind of treasure thing that thing is, it has attracted so many big people to fight for it, the strange man in black can't find it, since the kid who stole my waist card stole it, but now he can't find it......" After thinking hard, his eyes turned to the pedestrians on the street, trying to find out the figure of him and his companions, but it was still in vain. "By the way," his eyes lit up, "the fortune teller said that the silk paper mentioned that Baitanshan Liuyunzhuang was also involved in the whirlpool of competition for this thing, could that kid be from Baitanshan Liuyunzhuang, if that's the case, wouldn't it be better for me to go there directly than to run around in this unfamiliar place?" With this in mind, he hurried toward the city gate.

......

At the gate of the city, the gathered people had long since dispersed, only some officers and soldiers stood there with spears and knives, and the officers guarding the gate kept their faces and paced back and forth at the closed city gate, as if they were afraid that the Tartar cavalry would suddenly break into the gate.

There was a sound of wheels clattering, and the officer at the gate pricked up his ears to listen, and then stared at where the sound had come from.

I saw a rather luxurious four-wheeled carriage galloping towards the city gate, and the wheels rolled on the bluestone road and made a sound of chariots.

"Hoo" The carriage galloped to the guard officer, Xu Yuan, and stopped, and the horse pulling the carriage snorted and almost sprayed the breath on the face of the guard officer.

The officer guarding the gate frowned, his face tightened, walked forward quickly, and shouted loudly to the car: "The city gate is closed, and it cannot be opened without permission, don't you know? It's not ...... fast."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a slender jade hand stretched out from the car, holding a white jade inlaid with gold and engraved with a moire brand.

The eyes of the officer guarding the gate narrowed slightly, and the eyes of the "Wang Fu ......" suddenly widened, and the pupils contracted with fear.

"Do you see clearly?" A woman's voice inside snorted softly, "Do you dare to stop the car of the palace even if you are a little flag officer?" ”

"Don't dare, don't dare," the officer guarding the gate took a few steps back, bowing again and again, "It's not a small boldness, it's just that there is an order from the upper peak, the whole city is under martial law, and the city gate is not allowed to be opened without permission...... "The place is not quiet, there are Tartar cavalry outside the city, and it is very dangerous to open the city gate at this time, so please ...... Think twice! Although he felt that the other party was very big, he didn't know what to call him, and he was a woman, so he added the word you.

"Think twice? Do you want the court to think twice? The voice inside said coldly: "I am on an errand for the imperial court on the order of the prince, if you delay the major affairs of the imperial court, can you afford to be a small chief flag officer?" ”

"This ......" The officer guarding the gate was dripping with cold sweat on his forehead, and when he was hesitating, he heard the voice in the carriage raise his voice and said: "Gao Sheng, you can see clearly the person who stopped me from leaving the city, quickly turn the horse's head and send me back." ”

"Yes," the driver who was sitting in the car replied with a blank face, shook the reins, and was about to turn the horse's head.

As soon as the word came out of the mouth of the "slow" gatekeeper officer, his gaze swept to the soldiers lined up at the city gate, "What are you still doing in a daze, why don't you open the city gate quickly?" ”

"Yes, sir." The soldiers hurriedly put down their swords and guns and ran towards the city gate.

The huge gate of the city opened abruptly amid the uniform slogans of all the soldiers.

The carriage galloped swiftly through the open gates into the boundless wilderness.

The gatekeeper breathed a sigh of relief, and then shouted, "Close the gates......"

"Slow," a melodious voice floated over.

The officer guarding the gate wanted to curse, but he stopped and stared back.