This group of people and horses, not like ordinary caravans, nor like travelers, looks like a well-trained army, the horsemen are all strong and strong men, everyone has a cold face without a trace of smile, everyone's face can not see a little emotion, the knights on the horses before and after, everyone is very alert, the corner of the eye is always vigilant to observe every movement nearby, the slightest wind and grass will not escape their eagle eyes.

With such a tightly guarded guard, not even a fly could fly in, and the dress and appearance of this group of people were not the dress of the Han people of the Central Plains.

They wore long boots on their feet, their right garments, and wide belts around their waists. The trouser legs are tightly tied to make it easy to ride and shoot, and the men wear loose hair and soft white hats, which are very suitable for riding and dabbling, that is, the dress of a nomadic people.

The horses they ride are also taller than the horses of the Central Plains, the muscles of the horses are strong, at first glance, they are handsome and handsome accumulated by galloping on the grassland for a long time, and the character of each horse is short-tempered and fierce, and the nose is puffing out of the force, and there is no mildness of the horses of the Central Plains at all.

The sun hung on the treetops in the west, and the setting sun was like a big red fireball, glowing with a faint reddish-yellow light, rendering a faint golden-red glow on the canopies on both sides of the official road.

Ordinary caravanserai and coaching carriages have already found a place to rest and stay in the inn where they are staying. However, this team of men and horses had no intention of resting, they still continued to move forward non-stop, as if they were in a hurry, marching in the direction of the Central Plains day and night.

Such a special pair of people and horses, still do not stay in the store at night, soon attracted the attention of people with ulterior motives, when they appeared a hundred miles east of Youzhou, they attracted the attention of the spies sent by the imperial border garrison guards, and soon the news was sent to Ma Xiaotian's big tent by the secret agent.

A gray-white dove landed on the grass in front of the big tent, with a small bamboo stick tied to its legs, and as soon as it landed on the grass it cooed and cooed. When the third cooing of the dove sounded, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and out of the tent came a guard, who came out of the tent, went straight to the pigeon, lowered himself and stretched out a hand, and grabbed the pigeon that had slipped to the tent. The carrier pigeon is not alarmed, very cooperative in the winking of the little mung bean eyes, looking at the person who grabbed himself, cooing as if to greet people and say "Hello, I sent a letter", this cute look, really cute, how can you think that this is a trained professional carrier pigeon?

The guard took off the pigeon with a small bamboo stick tied to his leg, walked to the desk of his master Qian Kun, and handed it to him.

"General, the news sent back by the spies is that a strange horse team has been found a hundred miles east of Youzhou City." Master Qian Kun took the news that his subordinates took from the pigeon, and said to Ma Xiaotian after reading it.

Ma Xiaotian leaned on the boss's big chair, practiced for a day, and went to patrol the periphery, just returned to the tent to rest, at this moment he was resting on the chair with his eyes closed. When he heard the news from the spies, he didn't make any movements or reactions, as if he was asleep and didn't hear it.

Qian Kun saw that the general did not give instructions on this matter immediately, so he put away the secret documents in his hand, returned to the desk on the side of the boss's desk and sat down, raised his hand to pick up a small wooden box on the desk, put the secret documents into the small wooden box and locked it, and then picked up the brush and bowed his head in front of the desk to continue the work.

There was silence again in the tent.

Ma Xiaotian, a general with a lot of achievements, although he is a military general, but he is thoughtful, he will never use troops recklessly in the military situation, he will always make a decision after analyzing the battle situation very rationally, Qian Kun knows that the general is not really asleep at the moment, he heard the military situation and did not quickly make a deal with it, it must be that he is thinking in his heart at this time, as a military advisor who has been with him for many years, he knows that the general has a plan in his heart at this time, so he will be so calm and relaxed. Thinking of this, he also followed the easy way to deal with the things in his hands first.

"Report, there is a son from outside the camp who asks to see the military division." Soldiers outside the tent reported.

"Do you know who it is?" Qian Kun didn't get up immediately, sat at the table and asked the soldiers outside the tent.

"The person who came said, tell you that you are Qian Yingying's senior brother, and you will meet him" The soldier who passed the message was the soldier who guarded the front of the battalion, and he spoke the words of the person and truthfully relayed it to Qian Kun.

Hearing the name of "Qian Yingying", Qian Kun immediately put down the brush in his hand, and hurriedly got up and saluted the coach without the "calm and relaxed" of Fang Cai, no matter whether Ma Xiaotian saw it or not, he had already turned around and walked out of the coach's tent.

"Let's go, take me to see" whispered to the soldiers who were passing the word around him, but Qian Kun's heart was very anxious.

Qian Kun is Qian Yingying's father.

He hadn't seen his daughter for many years, and all the news about her had been sent to him by letter. If it weren't for something serious, unless it was a last resort and an emergency, Bai Laowei, the head of the Wanhua Sect, would not have let people come to him directly! So when he heard that it was Qian Yingying's senior brother who came to find him, Qian Kun didn't dare to delay for a moment, he couldn't wait to see someone right away, and ask him face to face what happened to his daughter, which would make Bai Lao Wei behave such an abnormal behavior.

Far away from the camp gate, I saw a young man in a white shirt with a sword on his waist straightening his waist, his right hand caressing the sword at his waist, standing in place and waiting quietly.

This person is the eldest disciple of the white old monster, the senior brother Zhuo Songbai in Qian Yingying's mouth, he has already seen the soldiers who went to spread the word in the distance with Qian Kun coming quickly, and when Qian Kun walked a few steps away from him, he couldn't wait to take the initiative to step forward, and his upper body bent slightly and bowed respectfully: "But Qian Kun, Uncle Qian?" ”

"Exactly down there." Before meeting, the young man took the initiative to salute him, and Qian Kun also restrained his anxious mood, stood firm and looked down at the young man in front of him and replied.

Qian Kun swept Zhuo Songbai up and down with a scrutinizing gaze, the young man in front of him had a neutral face, and at first glance he was an upright person, just now I saw him standing here from a distance and waiting for himself steadily, and he usually looked like a steady person, otherwise the white old monster would not have sent him out to find himself here, and he immediately liked this young man in his heart, looking at Zhuo Songbai's eyes in front of him, he also became kind and soft: "This son, what is the matter with finding here?" ”