The sky was overcast, and it was already evening, and the sunset stained half the sky red.

The guard hurriedly ran from outside: "Young marshal, there is a person named Qiusheng outside the door who wants to see you." "

Autumn birth?

Yan Poyue was a little surprised, what was Qiusheng doing in Shuaifu at this time? Could it be that Uncle Jiu had an accident?

Thinking of this, Yan Poyue ordered, "Let him in." "

After a while, Qiusheng came under the leadership of the guards, it was a hot summer, Qiusheng looked anxious, and he was sweating profusely.

"Qiusheng, why are you here?" Yan Poyue asked, "But Uncle Nine has something to ask me for help?"

"Not bad, not bad. Qiusheng nodded quickly, and hurriedly took out a letter from his arms: "This is the letter that the master asked me to hand over to you, please watch it for yourself!"

Yan Poyue opened the envelope and watched, his brows slowly wrinkled.

Uncle Nine's handwriting was wild and scribbled, obviously very anxious, and the letter was only a few words, but he explained the matter clearly.

It turned out that in the generation of Zhushan in Shacheng Dao, a group of horse thieves who knew evil magic appeared. These horse thieves are invulnerable, burning, killing, looting and committing crimes.

Recently, horse thieves went down the mountain to rob and kidnapped many girls from good families to go up the mountain. Uncle Nine also helped subdue the horse thieves in the past, but he never expected that there were a large number of horse thieves who could do evil arts, and it was difficult to deal with Uncle Nine alone.

So Uncle Nine asked Qiusheng to come over overnight to ask for help.

After reading the letter, Yan Poyue looked at the guards beside him and asked, "Whose territory is there in Shacheng?"

Not long after Yan Poyue crossed over, he had been obsessed with demons and monsters, and he didn't know who the people and horses occupying Shacheng were.

It's just that now that the warlords are divided, Xiangtan is occupied by their Yan family's army, and in Shacheng next door to them, there must be other people's troops.

The guard bowed his head and said: "Back to the young marshal, it is Zhang Qishan who occupies Shacheng, and the person on the road is called the Buddha." When Dashuai was alive, Zhang Qishan has always been good friends with us. "

Zhang Qishan....

Yan Poyue's heart moved, this name was very familiar to him.

Could it be the Buddha Zhang in the old nine gates?

Yes....

Zhang Qishan of Lao Jiumen occupies the territory in Shacheng. It's just that Yan Poyue didn't expect that Zhang Qishan would appear here.

It seems that this world is not just a zombie world.

Thinking of this, Yan Poyue muttered: "Qiusheng, let's go, let's go." "

Since there is an opportunity to earn merits, even if Shacheng is Zhang Qishan's territory, Yan Poyue will not let it go.

Qiusheng showed joy: "Young marshal, how many people do you bring? The master wants me to borrow troops from you!"

Yan Poyue smiled faintly: "Your master is indeed looking for me to borrow soldiers, but it is not an ordinary soldier to borrow!"

Qiusheng patted his head, and then grinned: "It's me who is stupid, young marshal, then we'll go now!".

Daozhu Mountain is in the north of Xiangtan, which is not close to the county seat. Yan Poyue and Qiusheng rode out of the city, and when there was no one in the suburbs, they summoned Yin soldiers to carry a sedan chair and hurried away.

At the beginning of the moonlight, the two ghost sedan chairs shuttled in the wilderness, and after about half an hour, they went directly to the foot of Daozhu Mountain.

It was only after arriving that Yan Poyue found that there was a large army stationed in the mountain village at the foot of the mountain.

Yan Poyue put away the Yin Soldier puppet and followed closely and took a few steps forward. When the guards stationed saw them, they were not embarrassed, and when they heard that Qiusheng was the apprentice of the ninth uncle, they hurriedly took them in.

Qiusheng was stunned: "Where did so many officers and soldiers come from? "

Yan Poyue turned the jade wrench in his hand, and his eyes sneered: "It seems that the horse bandits are making a big fuss, it should be Zhang Qishan who sent someone." "

The words landed, and the door of the low thatched hut in front of him opened, and two figures stepped out of it.

A slender figure, dressed in a military uniform, with a resolute face, and those eyes with a hint of gloom.

Yan Poyue recognized it at a glance, this was Zhang Qishan, exactly the same as on TV.

The road next to Zhang Qishan is Uncle Jiu.

While Yan Poyue was looking at Zhang Qishan, Zhang Qishan was also looking at Yan Poyue.

When Yan Shan was alive, Zhang Qishan was good friends with Yan Jiajun, and the two families had contacts from time to time, but Zhang Qishan had never met Yan Poyue.

I only know that Yan Poyue is about sixteen or seventeen years old.

In Zhang Qishan's speculation, at the age of sixteen or seventeen like Yan Poyue, who is studying abroad, he should not have suffered much, and he is probably a weak little white face.

But when he saw Yan Poyue today, he realized that his idea was very wrong.

Although the young man stood in front of him and did not move, his body exuded a terrifying courage. The narrow eyes were as cold as frost, like a sharp blade out of the sheath.

Sure enough, it is a tiger father without a dog son.

In my thoughts, I have come closer.

Zhang Qishan arched his hand and saluted: "Your Excellency is the young marshal of Xiangtan Yan Poyue Yan, right? "

Yan Poyue also raised his hand: "Under Yan Poyue." "

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PS: The flowers didn't rise much in the afternoon, everyone is still there~~!

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