Following.

Early in the morning, a moment in the morning.

Snow clouds cover the moon, and only a little starlight is scattered.

In the darkness, the mule, who had just been staring for a while, was woken up by his subordinates, "Master Shan, the person has come out!"

The mule's name is Luo Dashan, Zhang Chu and Daxiong, and these people call him Mule, and of course his subordinates don't dare to call him that.

The mule rolled over, and the eyes that were still a little muddy just now instantly glowed like a cat in the night, "How many people have come out?"

"Eight, all out!"

The mule touched the window lightly and looked diagonally to the opposite side.

The courtyard diagonally opposite him was where the Yum Dao group hid.

It was pitch black outside the window, and the other party did not carry a lantern, and the mule could only see a figure swaying, and if you listened carefully, you could hear the slight sound of footsteps.

He turned around and whispered, "Send a message to the brethren and keep an eye on them!"

"Yes, Lord Shan!"

The Brother of the Blood Shadow Guard answered, turned and crept out the back door.

......

Amid the distant barking of dogs and the crowing of chickens, a group of men in black touched into an alley in Dachai Hutong.

At the end of the alley, there is an old house.

"Are you sure it's here?"

"It's here, the small day came to step on the plate, the whole firewood alley, only here the gate is painted with red flowers!"

"Enter!"

"Yes!"

After a low chatter, a muffled sound of a heavy object falling to the ground came from the courtyard.

After a while, I heard a "squeak" and the courtyard door opened.

A group of men in black poured into the house, lit oil lamps, and saw bulging sacks stacked like hills.

A cursory sweep shows about twenty or more bags.

A man in black stepped forward and pulled out a dagger and stabbed a sack.

The yellow grains of wheat flowed out like a spring.

The man in black picked up the dagger in his hand, turned around and whispered, "Strategist, it's food!"

"Go ahead with the plan!"

"Yes!"

Just across from this old mansion is a two-story wooden building.

On the tile surface on the roof of the wooden building, there are two figures who are also wearing night clothes.

They gazed at the courtyard below, lit with oil lamps, and counted in low voices: "Six, seven, eight, nine...... Go and report to the mountain master, fifteen people!"

"Then I'm gone, you pay attention to yourself, don't be discovered!"

"I know!"

After the two of them had a muttering conversation, one of them crawled down the roof of the tiles, got into an alley, and disappeared into the night.

......

The mule sat in front of an oil lamp that looked like sparks and bean seedlings.

A man in black pushed the door and walked in quickly, hugged his fists and said, "Master Shan, check it out, there are eighteen on the side of the Eight Gate Gang, and fifteen on the Firewood Gang!"

The mule raised his eyes and said in a low voice: "Sure enough, as Chu Ye expected, this group of people has more than one nest in Jintian Mansion...... Tell the brethren that don't lose it!"

The person who came clenched his fist again: "Yes!"

......

Three quarters in the morning.

The gates of the city were opened.

The villagers who rushed into the city to sell mountain goods and buy New Year's goods have already lined up in a long queue and entered the city.

There are soldiers at the gate of the city to check the flow of people and goods, but they are not strict, most of them just take a cursory look and stop.

If the goods are expensive, and they don't want to let the soldiers turn around, they quietly stuff a dozen or so big money, and the soldiers guarding the door will be released.

It has been a long time since Chengping, and many strict policies and laws have become perfunctory work when they are conveyed to the bottom, and it is human nature to be lazy!

At three o'clock in the morning, the sky was already bright.

The long queue that entered the city has disappeared.

The number of merchants out of the city gradually increased.

Dressed in a brown money satin shirt and a few strands of beard on his chin dressed as a merchant, Yum Daoist escorted the convoy to the south gate.

"Stop!"

Two soldiers guarding the gate raised their spears and blocked the hole in the gate.

A bearded guard with untidy armor and sleepy eyes yawned and walked to the front of the convoy and asked lazily, "What is pulling on the car?"

Baisheng Daoist trotted to the front of the convoy, and said with a smile on his face: "General, we are pulling the burning knife of Lao Chen Ji on Qinghua Street, and the bacon of Lao Niu's family in the cattle and sheep market!"

As he spoke, he took the initiative to lift the tarpaulin covering the ox cart and show it to the bearded guard.

Under the tarpaulin, there are indeed sealed mud-sealed wine jars and sticks of bacon like firewood.

The bearded general didn't even look at him, he took down a jar casually, opened the mud seal, and the strong aroma of wine came to his face.

He lifted the wine jar and poured a sip, let out a refreshing "ah", smacked his lips and exclaimed: "It's strong enough!"

After drinking, he glanced at Yum Daoren from the corner of his eye, and asked in a non-yin and non-yang manner, "Do you have a business document?"

"There are some and there are business papers!"

Yum Dao took out the paperwork in his arms, and handed it over in his sleeve, but it was a money bag.

The bearded guard pinched it secretly, and the special feel of the broken silver horn made his face soften all of a sudden, "Haha" smiled: "If you have business documents, then go out of the city, you businessmen, it's not easy to get up early and be greedy for darkness!"

Baisheng Daoist gave his hand again and again: "The general protects the people of our Jintian Mansion, it is not easy to be exposed to the wind and sun all day long!"

"Hahaha......"

The bearded guard liked to hear this, patted the shoulder of the Yum Daoist, turned around and waved at the soldier guarding the door: "Release!"

"Whoa!"

The two soldiers guarding the gate withdrew their spears from blocking the gate and turned to check on the other merchants who had passed by.

Bai Shengdao turned around, stretched his voice and shouted, "Get up!"

"Drive!"

The bandits, disguised as coachmen, immediately waved their whips and drove the ox carts to the cave in the city gate.

Out of the city, all the way to the west, after a few forks in the road, the pedestrians on the horse road gradually decreased.

The tense nerves of the bandits gradually relaxed, and many of them couldn't help but flick the dirt off their faces, revealing a conspicuous dark face.

The people of Yum Dao sat leisurely in the carriage, and they didn't care about them, they were all outside the city, and they were already safe.

But as soon as they walked more than ten miles, they heard a sudden sound of dense footsteps on the road behind them.

He hurriedly stood up, stood on tiptoe and glanced at it from afar, and vaguely saw a touch of soap, his heart suddenly sank, and he shouted loudly without looking back: "Engage!"

For a moment, he couldn't think of where the news had leaked, but this did not prevent him from judging that this group of officers and soldiers was coming towards him.

As soon as the words fell, the bandits, who had been upset in the Allsky Mansion for a long time, were like wild horses that had been unleashed, drew their knives and axes from under the car, and screamed and rushed towards the cloud of smoke and dust that had caught up.

The Yum Daoist stood in the carriage and watched the cloud of smoke.

From that cloud of smoke, he could judge that there would be no more than 100 officers and soldiers chasing after him, and they could handle it.