The sun is shining during the day, but there is no starlight at night.

Galloping in the endless darkness, Yang Shuang felt that it was a mistake to come out!

Fortunately, the hazy crescent moon with the thickness of the hair can still make people discern the direction.

Thirty miles, fifteen thousand kilometers, two quarters of an hour is enough.

When he saw the bonfire at the entrance of the Turkic camp, Yang Shuang stuck the iron rod on the ground, tied the reins, and quietly hid into the darkness.

In the materially poor Gobi Desert, there are no wooden fences, guard towers, and even war horses are scattered around wooden stakes.

There are not many Turkic military tents, only more than 20, and it seems that Lu Xiaobu's intelligence should be correct.

There are only two teams of perimeter patrol guards, one on duty on the perimeter and one on guard horses.

What puzzled Yang Shuang was that the outfit of this group of people was very different from the Turkic cavalry he had encountered before!

They were all dressed in full armor.

Elite monsters?!

Looking around, the snow on the ground has not been cleared, and no matter how creeping and breaking it is, it is impossible to reach the point of stepping on the snow without a trace.

Yang Shuang was hesitating whether to go deeper, and in the tent next to him, a low murmur came from leisurely.

"Learn and learn, don't you also say? Have friends come from afar, are you happy? ”

Well?

Discovered?

Turkic barbarians also have capable people?

Yang Shuang did not panic, took out a short dagger to open the military tent, and strode in.

Since it was discovered, there was no point in hiding and hiding, and the soldiers on the periphery were not alarmed, so it was better to be false and wrong, and take advantage of their unpreparedness to pinch the other party to death!

He didn't believe it, the generals in the Turkic barbarians were all at the level of Rahu.

The military tent is not large, and there is a bonfire burning in the middle, which is a bit choking.

A wooden cross was erected next to it, and a bearded man was tied to it.

Ugly!

This was Yang Shuang's first reaction.

It's not an ordinary ugliness, he has never seen such an ugly person in two lifetimes!

What is like a flower, what Sister Feng, in front of this is simply a weak explosion!

The complexion is as dark as ink, the iron face is full of sideburns, the leopard's head is ringed with eyes, the face is wide and square, and the two nostrils are almost facing the sky.

If you are a coward, you will definitely faint immediately!

Awesome my brother!

The other party seemed to be a little stunned when he saw someone coming in.

Reflecting the firelight, the two of them looked at each other with big eyes, and fell silent for a while.

"This master, I am the end of the South Mountain Jinshi, surnamed Zhong Mingkui, the word is south, because of the trip to Zhangye to visit friends, accidentally fell into the hands of the barbarians, if you have the ability, please save me, in the future will borrow the title of the ring to form grass, in order to repay kindness!"

Nest grass!

Zhong Kui?

Is it a human or a ghost?!

Yang Shuang's scalp was numb, and he asked tentatively, "Uh····· Nine songs in gold, good as water? People and dogs are wide forests, and ghosts are avoided? (Zhong Kui Fu Demon)

Zhong Kui muttered for a moment, blinked blankly, and replied more respectfully: "I don't understand the master's words." ”

"Uh····· You say you are a jinshi, why don't you become an official in the court? ”

In the Great Sui, the official position is hanging, except for the sergeant, the rest cannot go out of the scope of duty, otherwise the staff will be killed.

And, there's still a suspicion here!

Scholars!

If Yang Shuang is not mistaken, Jinshi is a "subject" set up by Yang Lao Er in the imperial examination system in the early years of the great cause!

It is not a later generation, the college examination becomes a showman, the township examination is lifted, the national examination becomes a jinshi, and the second hall is admitted to the top three, and is promoted to the champion, Tanhua, and Bangyan.

It's like a discipline of language, mathematics, foreign language, physics, chemistry, and so on!

Jinshi is just a kind of regular subject, and the examination title is poetry.

The regular course includes more than 50 kinds of subjects, such as Xiucai, Ming Jing, Jinshi, Junshi, Ming Law, Ming Zi, and Ming Calculation.

There are all kinds of things, and everyone can be an official, which is the original intention of the imperial examination system.

In the future, it means that if you play well in electrical welding, you can also get into the center.

It's a pity that in the early Tang Dynasty, in order to appease the family, Li Er omitted many important subjects, such as "calculation", "quantity", "creation" and so on, which were classified as strange and obscene skills.

The taste has changed, or the "more complete" imperial examination system has gradually degenerated into a mass production tool for aristocratic officials, so that poor families, even if they are lucky enough to be officials, will become vassals of the noble clan.

From Changsun Sheng, the bearded guest and others, Yang Shuang has already determined that this is the Kaihuang year, and there are still twenty or thirty years before the great cause, how can there be a Jinshi?

Could it be that this ugly guy is also a traverser?

Hearing Yang Shuang's question, Zhong Kui's face was ashamed and indignant, "The saint has been gracious and set up the imperial examination, so that the children of the poor family can ascend to the sky in one step, and we are very grateful." One month before the top ten soldiers entered Beijing, ready to accept the Holy Temple test, however, the left servant shot me with a strange appearance, worried about disturbing the Holy Driver, so he stripped me of my reputation and returned to my hometown. My family was destitute and had to travel to other places to seek refuge with relatives and friends in order to make a living. ”

Uhhh

It seems a little different from the legend!

Yang Shuang has seen Zhong Kui subduing demons, as well as the famous opera Zhong Kui marrying his sister, but didn't this guy die on the steps because he didn't pass the exam?

And also!

According to legend, Zhong Kui should belong to the kind of god who is more dead than alive!

It is indeed a god man, but he started from ghosts, swallowed small fish, and eventually became the Taoist ancestor of "ghosts and gods".

Raising his hand to cut off the cow tendons, Yang Shuang took two steps back vigilantly, preparing to leave here.

Zhong Kui has appeared, can this world still fool around?

"Master, please stay!"

When he turned around, he heard the shout, and Yang Shuang shuddered violently. This sentence was a little familiar, which reminded him of Shen Gongbao, and he immediately rushed to the crack where the military tent was cut without hesitation, and when he raised his feet, he had already kicked away the bonfire.

Letting go of Zhong Kui will inevitably cause the Turkic barbarians to be alert, and the night attack is hopeless, so it is better to create some chaos.

Tents made of horse leather are heavy and warm, but they are very flammable.

The sparks brought flames, and within a moment, the tent turned into a sea of fire.

Zhong Kui didn't dare to slack off, followed Yang Shuang closely, and rushed outside the camp.

The Turkic soldiers who were on the night vigil on the periphery were awakened, and one of them shouted twice to the man guarding the horses in the distance, and then ran over with three or five people.

Seeing this scene, Yang Shuang affirmed the guess in his heart.

Elite indeed!

"Don't follow me, run as far as you want, all the way south, don't look back!" Finding the war horse, Yang Shuang lifted the iron rod and rushed to the barracks.

There is no hope for a night attack, so we must join in the chaos and expand the results!

In this way, it will be easy to win even if the army of tomorrow is tough!

"Master, don't leave me behind!" Zhong Kui didn't know if he was dizzy, or he wasn't afraid of death, so he wanted to go along.

"Can you kill someone?"

"The six arts of a gentleman, I am proficient in everything!"

"Follow behind and protect yourself!" For a person who is dead than alive, Yang Shuang didn't believe that he was alive like a cow, so he casually dropped the horizontal knife and lowered his speed a little.

Actually, Yang Shuang expects Zhong Kui to die!

In this way, he can also see what the ghost is like, and if it is really powerful, he will find ways to collect it for his own use.

Hell!

In feudal society, metaphysics is invincible!

Approaching the main gate of the enemy camp, Yang Shuang danced the iron rod, picked up the bonfire, and shot away the two night watch soldiers who wanted to bend their bows and arrows, and rushed straight to the largest military tent in the center!

"Enemy attack!"

"Kill !!"

Yang Shuang couldn't understand the Turkic language, but he couldn't stop him from killing all sides.

Before anyone who broke out of the tent could react, a whimper sounded in his ears, and then he was swept away by a heavy stick.

"Barbarian, die!!"

Zhong Kui, who was following behind, was dyed by Yang Shuang's heroic spirit, and when he drew his knife and waved it, he suddenly got wet with his hand.

"The Huns couldn't kill them before, so they were angry and rushed into the sky. Now I'm going to open my mouth and swallow the Turkic dog in one gulp! ”