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A horse-drawn carriage galloped out of Chang'an City.

Out of Chang'an City, he ran on the official road, the official road was stable, and the driver was a man in black, carrying a long sword on his waist.

All the way towards Mobei, there were many secret guards who followed him covertly.

Leaving Chang'an City, although it is walking on the official road, but the scenery on both sides is becoming less and less prosperous as Chang'an City, a woman in the carriage is opening the carriage curtain to look out, her eyes are complicated, she glanced at the scenery outside, and put down the car window curtains.

After a long time, when he arrived at a state city, the man driving the carriage saw that the sky had darkened, and thought that his master had told him to take care of and protect this young lady, he thought about it, and said to the young lady in the middle while driving the carriage: "Miss, it is getting late, do you want to rest for a while before leaving?"

The woman shook her head, "Let's hurry up, the guest house won't need it, let's find a restaurant for a meal later, add some dry food, and continue to hurry." ”

"You can find an inn by yourself to rest for a while, and then someone else will come to drive the carriage, and you can catch up with us tomorrow." ”

The man outside glanced at the sky, thought about it, and nodded, "It's all up to Miss." ”

At this time, a letter was sent to Mobei by a fast horse.

Another letter was also sent south with a whip.

Time flies.

The people were getting closer and closer to where they wanted to go.

And the letter was finally delivered to the place where it was intended.

At this time, the boundary of Mobei land.

It's already autumn.

There is a kind of fruit in Mobei that is beginning to turn red, and the red fruit is sandwiched with half-ripe green fruits, which are hung all over the branches.

A lot of that kind of fruit is also planted in a Zhuangzi, and the Zhuangzi looks very low-key from the outside, and the door is closed with a plaque on the top of the door that says "Yanzhuang".

At this time, in the main hall, two rows of benches were placed opposite each other on both sides of the main hall, and on the two rows of benches, you can see eight men in green clothes and robes sitting upright, these men have different appearances, but they are all straight waists, and there is a chivalrous atmosphere.

At the top of the main hall, on a large chair carved with a lion, sat a man in the prime of life, the man in the prime of life was also wearing a green robe, his waist was also straight, and there was a chivalrous spirit on his body.

This man's name is Wuyan, yesterday evening he received a letter from the daughter of the family of Scholar Chen in Chang'an City, and he looked at it for a while under the light, and only today he summoned his sixteen disciples to discuss this matter.

The man stood in the middle and glanced outside, knocked on the table with his hand and spoke, "I received a letter for the master yesterday. ”

He glanced at the sixteen disciples, "The letter was sent by a young lady from an official historian in Chang'an City. ”

As soon as he said this, the sixteen men sitting upright all showed doubts on their faces.

They never interact with people in the court, let alone the young lady of the official historian of Chang'an City?

They are even less likely to come and go.

But now the master said?

The young lady of the official historian of Chang'an City sent a letter to their banquet village far away in the northern part of the desert?

The sixteen disciples had doubts on their faces, and when they saw that their master did not speak again, the man who looked at the slightly older man, the man got up, looked at his master, and said, "But the master knows the young lady?"

Wuyan shook his head.

"What's the matter with that young lady?" the disciple spoke again.

Several other disciples also had doubts on their faces.

How can a young lady send a letter to their banquet?

Wuyan's fingers tapped on the table again, making a dull sound, "That young lady, I want to ask our Yanzhuang for a favor." ”

"Want to ask Yanzhuang for a favor?"

Wuyan glanced at his eldest disciple and nodded, "Yes." ”

The eldest disciple glanced at his master, and the other disciples looked at their own master again, and then looked left and right.

Wu Yan glanced at all the disciples, and then spoke: "I want to ask our Yanzhuang to save someone." ”

The disciples who started were even more puzzled, save someone?

"Master, our banquet village has never participated in the affairs of the imperial court, and this young lady is in a dilemma for our banquet village. The big disciple spoke again.

The banquet village was founded by the master of Wuyan, and the master of Wuyan set up the rule of not participating in the affairs of the imperial court when he founded the banquet village.

After it was Wuyan's turn to become the owner of the village, he accepted the disciples who belonged to him, and he naturally asked them to remember the rules of the village.

The sixteen disciples who were personally taught by Wuyan all remembered the rules of the village in their hearts!

Wuyan glanced at his eldest disciple, he was right, they could not participate in the affairs of the imperial court.

"Go down first. "No banquet spoke.

"Yes!" the sixteen disciples looked at their master and respectfully retreated.

The sixteen disciples left the main hall and went to the place where they practiced martial arts in Zhuangzi.

Although this Zhuangzi is low-key, it is not small inside, and there is also a vacant land for martial arts, which is specially used by the disciples of Zhuangzi to practice martial arts.

A group of men were walking, and suddenly one of the men picked up his pace and ran towards his brother.

The man looked like he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he walked quickly to his senior brother's side, patted his senior brother on the shoulder, and said, "Senior brother, I don't know who the official Miss Shi Jia said the master wants us to save?

The man who was called Senior Brother glanced at his junior brother and thought for a while, "It doesn't matter who he is, in short, the people in the court, we can't get involved." ”

When the senior brother said this, he was also puzzled in his heart. The young lady of this official historian would think of sending a letter to Yanzhuang, and she didn't know who she wanted to ask them to save?

He glanced at his junior brother.

He opened his mouth again: "Let's just follow the rules set by our ancestors!"

"But senior brother, tell me, how could the young lady of the official historian of Chang'an City think of sending a letter to our Zhuangzi thousands of miles away?

Hearing the little junior brother say this, the one who was called the senior brother suddenly laughed, "You, are you knowingly asking, our banquet village, our master, the number one master in this Mobei, not to mention Mobei, that is, the entire rivers and lakes, how many of them can win our master?"

When the little junior brother heard his senior brother say this, he smiled wryly.

"That's right, but that lady doesn't have to send a letter to our banquet~"

He thought about it, Miss Chang'an City?

The young lady of Chang'an City?

The eldest lady of the imperial court's official family?

Court?

Isn't there a guard officer?

He frowned, by the way, speaking of the imperial court, the recent battle of Mobei Pass has been won.

The army is preparing to return to Korea?

Seeing that the senior brother had already gone towards the martial arts field, the junior brother hurriedly called him.