Jiang He returned to the courtyard last night and practiced his sword in the middle of the night before resting. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But Jiang He, who was lying on the bed tossing and turning, couldn't sleep, and he carefully recalled the words of Boss Wu, which made him a little upset.

The metaphor of the purple clay pot and the earthen bowl made his heart very uncomfortable, and Jiang He lay at the head of the bed, stretched out his palm and looked at it blankly.

There is no candle in the room, there is a moon outside the window, his palms are blurry and he can't see clearly, Jiang He sighed slightly, although he insists on meditating every day, he can't see through the closed shackles and the hidden heaven and earth vitality beside him.

"You won't be looked down upon after all, right?" Jiang He squinted slightly and muttered softly.

He remembered that Wu Xiaobei was coming, and he didn't have time to say hello to her when he left. With Wu Xiaobei's age and mind being able to open up his wisdom and step into the ranks of cultivators, Jiang He suddenly felt that he was indeed a dirt bowl, or that kind of stall.

Jiang He put away his palm and turned over slightly, looking at the burst of moonlight from the window, and then gradually closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep.

Because there is another task tomorrow morning, the task given to him by Wu Qingming.

"Recently, something happened in the gang, two batches of goods from outside the customs were robbed, and all his subordinates were killed. ”

"A few shops in the west of the city were smashed, and a lot of things were lost. ”

"I don't say that you also know who did it, tomorrow you take some people to Jialing Pass to rob their goods, and kill someone by the way. ”

"Why don't you send Hu Xiaoliu there? He can only stay in Kyoto City, he has too many enemies, and I can't protect him if he goes out." ”

"You have these two things with you, I don't need to see Zhou Ziquan's head, but you can't let him return to Kyoto alive. ”

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The morning light was faint, and before the morning sun came, Jiang He was already sitting on a carriage outside the East City Gate.

The soldiers defending the city were only allowed out of the city after a slight check, and Jiang He leaned on the carriage, closed his eyes and adjusted his state.

The Tsing Yi Sword rested quietly on his legs, and the body of the sword was wrapped in a thick layer of burlap.

After a few miles of carriage, there was a small forest, and when the carriage reached a dense place, a group of men and horses had been waiting for a long time.

Jiang He got off the carriage, changed into coarse linen clothes and turned over on the horse, Jiang He rode on the horse, gently stroked the haircut, and then looked at the people in the forest and said: "Cheer up, the task will not be easy later." ”

Everyone answered, and then they also turned over and did not stop.

It seems that there is still some suspicion of this Seventh Master who has never been masked, and several people have strange expressions.

Jiang He led the horse, walked ahead of the team, and then shouted, "Where is Li Wu?"

Someone in the rear answered, and then rode over, and when Jiang He saw it, it turned out to be a rugged man in his early thirties, with a simple face and a stubly beard, wearing the same thick linen shirt as Jiang He, and a large knife straddling the saddle.

"How long does it take?"

"Two hours, noon. ”

Jiang He looked at the distant sky that was already glowing, then patted the brown horse under the seat, and said to Li Wu: "Take care of your brothers, I don't want to be too damaged." ”

Li Wu was slightly surprised, and then said with both hands: "Thank you, Seventh Master." ”

"Let's go. ”

Jiang He said softly and whipped away.

Li Wu turned around and let out a short shout to the people behind him, and a group of men and horses marched towards the east along the woods.

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On Yangguan Road, on the scorching sun on the hot strange road, a line of carriages and horses were moving slowly.

The leading man was bare-chested, his sun-red neck and face looked a little different from his bronzed body, and he rode a sturdy brown and yellow horse, walking far ahead of the group.

A few taels of wagons walked slowly, unhurriedly, covered with thick tarpaulin and thatch, and followed by a red and dilapidated carriage, the paint of which had been washed away by the rain.

Zhou Ziquan rode a black steed with shiny fur and strong limbs, he was half-squinting, and he wore a shabby straw hat.

He rode his horse and marched in tandem with the red carriage, with a group of soldiers following on either side of the convoy.

The yellow pennant above the cargo fluttered silently, shaking the mountain bandits who looked at each other from the distant hills.

This is an official convoy!

The team came from outside the gate and marched slowly, quietly and calmly.

The crimson carriage gently crushed on the stones, making a burst of clicking sounds, and the coachman in front of the carriage was also yawning boringly, he thought of the kiln in his Kyoto City that he hadn't been to for a long time and those touching fat powder women, and couldn't help laughing, Jialing Pass was already close in front of him, and after Jialing Pass, Kyoto City would not be far away.

Although he didn't know who was sitting in the carriage behind him, and he didn't know why he had come from thousands of miles away to pick up this person, but these were not what made him the most curious, he was surprised that the man in the carriage had never dismounted, and if it weren't for the fact that the captain himself brought the food in, he even suspected that it was just an empty carriage.

The coachman shook his head slightly, thinking to himself that there were more strange people in this world, so why should he think about such a headless thing.

Zhou Ziquan also yawned, raised his hand and raised the straw hat on the top of his head, he looked into the distance and then whispered to the carriage: "My lord, Jialing Pass is almost here." ”

As if talking to himself, there was no sound of answer from the carriage, and Zhou Ziquan seemed to be used to it, without even a trace of annoyance on his face, he just quietly looked ahead in the distance, although he hadn't seen Guan Dao yet, but he knew that Jialing Pass was not far away.

"It's too quiet. ”

A hoarse voice suddenly came from the carriage, startling the horseman.

The sound was like that of a person who had not drunk water for several days and was about to die of thirst, with a chill and a painful sensation that made people feel unwell.

Zhou Ziquan smiled slightly, took the horse in his hand and said, "It's good to be quiet, I don't believe that any bandit is bold enough to rob the official mansion." ”

"It's too quiet, but the killing intent is too strong. ”

The hoarse voice came again, Zhou Ziquan heard the words, and then his face changed, and he hurriedly picked up the long knife on the saddle.

Although it was hard to believe that someone would come to rob his team, he was convinced of the words of the adult in the carriage.

There was no figure to be seen on the quiet road, dense pine forests grew on the slopes on both sides, and the cicadas chirped to render the prosperous scene of summer. He also drew his long knife from his sheath and looked around tightly.

The road was sandwiched between two hillsides, and if the enemy set up an ambush in the woods, they would have nothing to hide.

Suddenly, a bird flew up from the distant mountain forest, spread its wings and flew into the distance.

Zhou Ziquan secretly cursed badly, and was about to shout at the convoy defense, but the carriage behind him had already spoken leisurely: "It's too late." ”

Before the words fell, the arrow feather had arrived!

Like a rain of arrows flying from the forest, flying towards the convoy, with an endless cold sound!

"Damn!" Zhou Ziquan scolded, blaming himself for being too careless, he really regarded this official fortune as a non-threatening errand, and the moment the arrow feathers flew out, he had turned over and dismounted, and fled to the carriage.

"Guard!"

He could only choose the simplest way to shout, but despite this, the moment his voice came out, the arrow feathers had already come in front of him, and the soldiers behind him didn't have time to react at all!

"Poof!poof!"

When the arrow feathers arrived, the sound of countless sharp arrows entering the flesh was heard, and there was a muffled sound, and the soldiers were approaching with the chaotic and frightened wails. A few more arrows were firmly planted in the crimson carriage, but the people in the carriage remained unmoved.

The soldiers who were not killed by the arrow feather at the first time raised their shields and pointed at the small hill where the arrow feather had just shot, and at the same time hurriedly formed a formation and leaned towards the hillside behind.

Zhou Ziquan leaned on the carriage, a few severed arrow feathers fell at his feet, he looked up at the soldiers who were rapidly retreating and the shields in their hands, suddenly felt a little uneasy, and immediately scolded: "A group of stupid donkeys, behind you!"

The soldiers were amazed when they heard Zhou Ziquan's words, and thought to themselves that the arrow feathers were not coming from the other party's hillside, could it be... Suddenly, they heard a rapid sound of arrows, and the tail feathers made a sharp sound in the air, and they didn't have time to turn around, but they only felt the pain of the heart...

This second wave of arrows came from behind!

Zhou Ziquan's eyes were cold, looking at the fallen soldiers one by one, the green tendons on his forehead bulged angrily, he didn't expect that there would be so many people on the other side, in terms of the number of two rounds of arrows just now, at least more than a hundred!

100 centaurs?Which bandit den has such a big battle?!

He picked up an arrow feather at his feet, and his eyes became colder.

This is the characteristic arrow feather of the southern army, he looked at the tail end of the strange arrow feather, and suddenly knew the existence of the other party.

This is a special arrow from the Military Aircraft Department, which only provides ---- Xiliang Army for one army.

The Xiliang Army is the direct army of General Guide, and the sharpest of its troops is neither the Southern Iron Cavalry nor the Infantry Division, but a group of scouts who are the best at assassination and concealment, and the world calls them "Xiliang Monkeys".

At this moment, the arrow feather in Zhou Ziquan's hand is the arrow feather that these Xiliang monkeys love to use, the three-life crossbow. The three-life crossbow is extremely difficult to make, not to mention the delicate mechanism created by the skilled craftsmen, and the wood of the crossbow body alone is a very small production of high-grade ash wood.

And the reason why this crossbow is called the three-life crossbow is because in addition to one main arrow, there are two secondary arrows, the tail ends are together, and whenever the crossbow arrow mechanism is triggered, three arrow feathers will fly out at the same time, and the power is amazing!

As the saying goes, I'd rather than an army of thousands of people than provoke the monkeys in the forest.

Zhou Zi's face was cold, holding the Mo knife behind him tightly, as if he hadn't heard the wails of those soldiers in the distance, he really couldn't imagine how the dozen or so Xiliang monkeys in the forest got out of Xiliangzhou, and what happened to Kyoto City in the days when he left.

He didn't dare to think further, he knew that the monkeys in the forest were ready to go downhill, and all he had to do was to stay by the side of this scarlet carriage.

A figure seemed to be coming from the road ahead, and the heat wave swept the air and dust on the road, making it difficult to see.

A young man in a short coat with a large hat on his head sat on a group of brown horses, and the man held the reins of his horse in one hand and a short sword wrapped in cloth in the other.

The young man in the shirt grinned.

"Captain Zhou, do you remember me?"