Enter the Room

  Chapter 373

   This is good news for Yuan Yunzhong.

  The food can at least set up porridge sheds for the refugees for a few days.

  He asked Commander Chen: "Why didn't Master Shi come with you?"

  Commander Chen said with a smile: "Master Shi went to register those refugees. He said that if the imperial court wants to appease them, it can get twice the result with half the effort and save some effort."

  Yuan Yunzhong nodded.

   Unexpectedly, Mr. Shi was still a capable official.

  He was about to ask someone to ask Mr. Shi about his specific resume, when suddenly there were noises, shouts and insults from Shijingshan.

  Yuan Yunzhong frowned, and a school captain ran over from a distance.

"Master Yuan!" The captain hurriedly saluted Yuan Yunzhong, and said anxiously, "The refugees at Shijingshan are in a commotion. It is said that those refugees have not been able to cook for several days. They originally hoped to capture Bixia Temple and take Bixia The food stored in the temple. However, the inspector of Wanping took the monks from Bixia Temple to burn the stored food. Now those refugees have no hope, and they want to go down the mountain to surrender, but they were killed by Zhao Laowu with sacrificial swords. Although many refugees were frightened, However, some refugees were dissatisfied, and the two sides had disputes and fought. Commander Wang felt that the opportunity must not be missed, and the failure would never come again, so he brought people to persuade him to surrender."

  Yuan Yunzhong nodded and said, "Do you know the scene of Bixia Temple?"

  The captain said: "I have sent scouts to inquire."

  Yuan Yunzhong changed into soft armor and was escorted by his family's private guards. Accompanied by Commander Chen, he went to the foot of Shijing Mountain.

  The commander who was born in the Twelve Guards did not have such a good temper.

  The so-called persuasion to surrender is nothing more than beating people up first, so that they don’t die, it’s just a threat of force.

  By the time Yuan Yunzhong passed by, there were already many young and middle-aged refugees lying on the ground.

  Amidst their painful groans and groans, the other refugees looked at Commander Chen and the others timidly, not daring to overstep the threshold. Commander Chen was still there fiercely saying: "Your Majesty is wise, I won't kill you. As long as you surrender, you will forget the past. Otherwise," he pulled out half of his waist knife, the blade glowing coldly in the sun, making people fear, "The knife You are ruthless. Even if you go to Huangquan Road, don't even think about reincarnation."

  Although the words were rough, they calmed down the black refugees.

  Yuan Yunzhong felt that since Commander Chen had established his prestige, he should not join forces.

  He quietly watched Commander Chen struggling with those refugees.

  Master Shi staggered over with the help of a man in his twenties who looked embarrassed.

   "My lord! My lord!" He lowered his voice anxiously.

  Yuan Yunzhong went forward to meet him.

  The man in his twenties hurriedly saluted him.

  Yuan Yunzhong discovered that the man's hair and body had many traces of burning.

   His heart moved.

The man in his twenties said: "My next officer is Sun Yan, the inspection envoy of the Wanping Inspection Department. Hurry up and send people to chase after him to the west. Zhao Laowu took advantage of the chaos and quietly left Shijingshan with a few confidants. There are still 15,000 refugees at the western foot of Shijingshan. I have asked one of my subordinates to follow, but Mr. Zhao Laowu is very skilled in martial arts, and he is very vigilant, so I don’t know if he will be discovered.”

  Yuan Yunzhong's expression changed slightly, and he told Sun Yan: "Go down and rest first, and leave the rest to me."

  Sun Yan agreed, and was supported by Mr. Shi and retreated.

  Yuan Yunzhong personally led people to chase after him.

  *

  In the deep mountain and dense forest, the water is fast and dangerous, and the thick trees cover the sky and the sun. A group of people hold bamboo sticks and sweep the knee-high weeds and trees in front of them from time to time, walking forward with difficulty.

"Master Wu!" Someone panted, "Are we really going to the west foot of Shijingshan? Will something happen to the prince? We agreed that we would encourage these refugees to make trouble, and the prince took the opportunity to leave the city. We met at Xia Temple, and then transferred to Baoding Mansion to return to Jiangxi. But now it has been seven or eight days, and there is no sign of the prince and the others. If we go to the west foot of Shijingshan, won’t we be able to wait for the prince? "

Old Wu Zhao, who was walking in the middle of the team, snorted coldly, and said, "Who said we were going to the west foot of Shijingshan? Let's go to Bixia Temple! At this time, everyone must think that Bixia Temple is barren and deserted. But I don’t know that the reason why the prince wants to meet us at Bixia Temple is because the prince has hidden some gold and silver treasures in Bixia Temple. Regardless of whether the prince is in trouble or not, the imperial court has sent a large army to exterminate the refugees, and we just took advantage of this opportunity' Die here, take those gold and silver treasures and fly away, and start again. Why hang your head on your belt and work for him for the rest of your life!"

   "Master Wu!" The team stopped, and everyone looked at Zhao Laowu in amazement.

   Several confidants of Zhao Laowu immediately stepped forward to protect Zhao Laowu, as if they were about to strike if they disagreed. Zhao Laowu also looked at them fiercely, and said: "If you don't want to go with me, you can speak up as soon as possible, and I won't make things difficult for you. When you arrive at Bixia Temple, you will naturally be released."

  The rest of the people looked at each other in blank dismay, knowing that Zhao Laowu would not let them go in order to cover up this matter.

  The hearts of the few were overwhelmed, and they all said together: "We will follow Master Wu, and Master Wu will lead the way!"

Zhao Laowu smiled with satisfaction, but his eyes were cold. He pointed to a big tree not far away that seemed to tower into the clouds, and said, "See if you pass by that tree, we will turn to the north, and we will be there soon." We can see Bixia Temple."

  Everyone responded eagerly.

  Suddenly arrows rained down on them.

   Several people fell down without even making a sound, dying of breath. More shouted and started waving the big knife in their hands while screaming, while hiding in big trees or grassy forests.

  Zhao Laowu hid behind a thick old tree. He wanted to leave several times but was blocked by the dense arrow rain.

  He stared straight at the white-feathered arrow that fell in the grass.

  The shimmering arrow, the arrow feather of a goose.

   This is the arrow used by the regular guards of the imperial court.

  And only the top twelve guards dared to shoot so many arrows in one go without using it as a precious weapon so extravagantly.

   But how did they know where they were? How did you catch up with him?

  He even had a vague feeling that he was not being chased, but that someone had figured out the path he must pass, set a trap here, and waited for him to be caught!

  The things in Bixia Temple cannot be picked up.

   He gritted his teeth and called out to his nephew Zhao Tiezi: "Go! Let's rush out!"

  Zhao Tiezi gave a "hmm" and sneaked out of the range of Arrow Rain with Zhao Laowu's cat body through the messy grass.

  Once Zhao Laowu breathed a sigh of relief, he felt a burning pain in his shoulder.

  He couldn't hold back, clutching his shoulders and turning his head, he saw a man wearing a brown soft armor, riding a white horse against the light, slowly retracting the bow and arrow in his hand.

  His scalp went numb.

   Ma Dada took a few steps forward.

  The man showed an extremely handsome face, as well as those eyes that were as lacquered as ink but without any emotion like an old well.

  (end of this chapter)