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Yan Eighteen went on the road, rode out of Yanjing City on horseback, walked through the Baili Peach Forest, and headed towards Longshan. Of course, he wasn't alone, his teacher Cha Jing and his personal bodyguard Cha Young followed him, along with eighty black warriors.

And, there's one more.

Lao Qing Xiang Tie had a blue face, walking beside Yan Shiba, he had already taken off the iron armor and changed into a high-crowned deep coat. When Yan Eighteen proposed to summon the Yan clan of Longshan, Guan Ion did not dissuade him, because he knew that since Yan Eighteen had raised it before the army was about to set out, it meant that there was no room for any reversal in this matter. There are too many ignorant people inside and outside the government and the opposition who don't want to see this bloodshed, they only know that the bloodshed is the Yan people's own blood, but they don't know that sometimes the blood is too strong, and bloodletting is inevitable. Besides, if the old and decaying blood crowds the body, then where does the fresh blood come from? However, such a simple truth is only known to Lao Qingxiang.

Everything is for the strength of the Yan Kingdom.

The old minister is already eighty years old, what else can't he understand? So, he walked beside Yan Eighteen, the blood of the Yan people is iron, and anything can be sacrificed for the strength of the Yan country.

It's a belief.

The ants must have been taken aback, and the king was probably taken aback, but I couldn't dissuade him, and he couldn't dissuade me. A pear blossom fell on Lao Qingxiang's shoulder, bringing a cold aroma, and he turned his head to look at Yan Shibai beside him.

Yan Eighteen looks nothing like Xianjun, Xianjun's eye sockets are deep, and there are a pair of eyes as sharp as an eagle embedded in them, but Yan Eighteen's eye sockets are very full, the corners of the eyes are obliquely long, slightly uplifted, and the eyes are clear and bright. Xianjun has a thick beard, and the color of the beard is dark brown, but Yan Eighteen's face is very smooth, more delicate than the pear blossom on Lao Qingxiang's shoulder, and his expression and bearing are also completely different from Xianjun.

Who is he more like?

Lao Qingxiang squinted his eyes and thought to himself, but it is a little like my son Guan Luofeng, no, more like me than Feng'er, when I was young. Thinking of this, Lao Qingxiang couldn't help but tremble, and the pear blossom on his shoulder fell faintly, and was trampled into the dirty soil by the horse's hooves.

The team is not fast or slow, along the way, Yan 18 and Lao Qingxiang are thoughtful, Che Jing walked behind Lao Qingxiang with a serious face, looking at Lao Qingxiang's back quite vigilantly, his son Che Ying walked side by side with him, after returning from Anguo, the father and son became Yan Eighteen's right-hand man. Now, Che Jing is the great history of Yan State, and Che Ying is the commander of the forbidden army of Yan State. And Che Jing's goal is to replace the old minister in front of him and become one person under Yan Guo and above ten thousand people, of course, he is not for personal gain, but has lofty ideals.

As the procession passed through the outside of a canyon, a strange sound came from the cliff above the canyon, some of which seemed to be slightly sharp, and after a while, the sound became more and more urgent, as if hundreds of xun were blowing together, chaotic.

Yan Eighteen reined in his horse, tilted his head to look at the canyon, and then pointed to the little yellow dots jumping around on the cliff: "Is that a wind monkey?" What is this place and why is there such a large population of wind monkeys? ”

In the country of Yan, and even in the whole of Zhongzhou, the wind monkey is a rare thing, they are smart, arrogant, and small, they are the cherished playthings of the aristocracy, and the price of a newborn wind monkey is higher than that of an adult slave. Therefore, this unique creature of the Yan Kingdom was captured and gradually disappeared from the land of the Yan Kingdom.

"Back to the king, this is Luoyi." Guan Ion frowned.

"Luoyi? Check it out. ”

"Your Majesty......" Guan Ion shouted.

"It won't be long in coming!"

Yan Eighteen pulled the horse's head, and walked towards the canyon without saying anything, Che Ying immediately rode the horse behind him, Che Jing glanced at Lao Qingxiang, and followed them, eighty black warriors stood quietly and solemnly, Lao Qingxiang's eyes flashed a trace of unspeakable meaning, and he waved his hand violently, and chased after him with the reins of the horse, and eighty black warriors rushed in.

"Smack!"

A stone suddenly fell in front of Yan Eighteen's horse's head and shattered, no, to be precise, it was a small wind monkey who threw it down, originally, this little wind monkey wanted to throw Yan Eighteen on horseback, but the accuracy was a little worse.

Yan Eighteen looked up, the palm-sized wind monkey squatted on a rocky rock and tore its teeth at him, making a fierce appearance, while more wind monkeys were scurrying overhead, as if they were intimidating the intruder, their mouths emitting strange howls.

This is a group of well-trained wind monkeys, who actually know how to salute first and then soldier, Yan Eighteen pondered. However, in the next moment, he didn't have the heart to figure it out, because the wind monkeys realized that the intimidation was useless, and began to intervene by force, grabbing large and small stones, and smashing them down on the intruder.

Stones rained down.

"Protect Your Majesty!"

Che Ying roared, took out the iron shield from the horse's belly, rushed to Yan Shiba's side, and raised the shield high, and the black warriors also raised their shields. The sound of "crackling" was incessant, and some of the stones were swept away by the shield and shot out to the sides, while others were shattered into slag, and in a short time there was a yellow patch in front of me, surrounded by stones and mud dust.

"Your Majesty, let's go!"

Che Jing shouted behind Yan Eighteen, the poor Grand Historian was smashed by a stone, and there was a trace of blood oozing from his forehead, before his words could be settled, another stone flew above his head, which happened to hit his crown impartially, smashing the three-inch crown violently, he screamed, and quickly got under the shield of the black warrior.

"This is the land of Yan Kingdom, I am the prince of Yan Kingdom, there is no place I can't go. Rush over! ”

"No."

Yan Eighteen's pale face turned red, but his eyes were extraordinarily bright, and he rushed forward with his horse. Che Ying's heart jumped, and he hurriedly followed, his legs were clamped between the horse's belly, his whole body was horizontal, and he held the shield obliquely, and all the stones that attacked Yan Eighteen were opened, and those dense stones and mud smashed on Che Ying's armor, bursting into clusters of yellow mangs, some of which hit the horse under the seat, and the frightened war horse galloped faster.

After a while, Yan Eighteen rushed out of the canyon, and when he looked back, the group of wind monkeys did not chase after him, they jumped on the cliff, pointing at Yan Eighteen and shouting.

"Hahaha......"

Suddenly, Yan Eighteen laughed, his chest rose and fell violently, as if he had won a big battle, and then his face turned red, he clenched his fists and gagged his mouth, and he couldn't stop coughing, until he was blushing and his neck was thick.

Cha Ying hurriedly helped him off the horse, made him sit on the ground, and took out a small medicine jar from his body. Yan Shibai trembled and took a silver spoon, took a spoonful of precious ambergris pith from it, licked it with his tongue little by little, and his expression gradually calmed down.

At this time, eighty black warriors escorted the Grand Historian and Lao Qingxiang rushed out, and the Grand Historian rolled off his horse and sat on the ground, panting incessantly. There was a bruise on Lao Qingxiang's face, which had obviously been hit by a stone, but his demeanor had not changed in the slightest, and he was still as calm as a mountain, perhaps, he himself was a stone.

"The safety of the king is related to the social welfare of the country, and in the future, don't take such risks." Lao Qingxiang rode on horseback and looked coldly at Yan Eighteen who was sitting on the ground.

"If you talk about risk, is there anything more dangerous than going to the Yan camp?" The great historian Che Jing was relieved, wiped a handful of blood on his face, and when he spoke, he didn't look at Lao Qingxiang, as if he was talking to himself.

Lao Qing glanced at the great historian, a faint glance, a very cold glance, like a lion lying in the grass watching the small mouse jump in front of it provocatively.

Who knows, the mouse is not afraid of lions, and the great historian and Lao Qing look at each other and do not let go.

Che Ying subconsciously pressed the sword on his waist.

"Woo, woo, spring ......"

At this moment, there was a terrible horn sound on the slope behind, Che Ying got up suddenly, raised his head to look at the slope, there was a fence on the slope, and on both sides were three-zhang high arrow towers.

A childish voice sounded: "Who is coming?" This place is Luoyi, and it belongs to the territory of Yu Lie, the third-class baron of Dayan, and now the lord has not returned, and no one is allowed to enter! ”

"Yu Lie? The lord has not returned? ”

There were a few clusters of cold stars on the arrow tower, which were the cold rays of the arrows stacked in the sun, and more and more people were climbing up the arrow tower, and even the back of the fence was densely covered with human figures. Che Ying raised his eyebrows and was about to roar, however, Yan Shibai waved his hand and restrained him.

"I'm a friend of your lord, is this how you entertain friends from afar?"

Yan Eighteen got up from the grass, straightened his thin chest, and slowly walked towards the slope with an indifferent smile on his face.

"A friend of the head of the house?"

An old slave with an old bell climbed the arrow tower, held the tower pillar, leaned out, and looked at Yan Shiba, who was walking slowly, he carefully identified it for a while, shook his head and said: "Honorable guest, the old slave has not seen you, the master of the family is not here, and you have no right to enter." ”

"Really? Faithful slave, how can you not even discern your master, and who are your master's friends? ”

Facing the dangling cold star, Yan Shiba's face was as pale as snow, showing that he was actually very nervous in his heart, but he was still smiling, and his voice carried a kind of demonic nature, which made people can't help but choose to believe him.

The old slave struggled for a while, exhaled a long turbid breath, and said tremblingly: "The master of the house is not here, please come back." As he spoke, he retracted his body, but there was an extra bow in his hand, and the tip of the arrow pointed at Yan Eighteen, who was getting closer and closer.

Yan Eighteen paused and continued to walk forward.

Che Ying and the leader of the black warriors looked at Lao Qing in unison, Guan Ion hugged his arms, twisted his brows, and the ten fingers hidden under his sleeves couldn't stop opening and closing, but he slowly shook his head.

"Your family master is not called Yu Lie, he is my friend, the fourth son of Anguo, Ji Lie. As a friend, how can I pass through the territory of my friend and not enter it? Loyal slaves, you should have mellow wine, not a bow and arrow. ”

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