There is a small temple in Longfufang, Xicheng, Huaiyuan, and the incense is very good.

Before and after Shenshi, the water bell rang three times, and the female guest who was incense in the temple stepped out. It was not as quiet as the women in the southern country, but only a cool feeling came to her face.

The woman stood in front of the carriage and called out: "Shiyilang, are there guests at home?"

"The person from Lang Jun’s benefactor, Xiao Lang Chang’an’s brother..."

Shiyilang broke one arm, held the reins with one hand, and replied seriously next to the carriage.

"Brother of Chang'an?" The woman seemed to be pregnant, with her lower abdomen bulging, wrapped her cotton wool cloak on her body, and then covered her hood on her head, murmured, "Is it that Dalang who has the kindness of knowing her?"

After saying that, she hurriedly said, "Let's go home first."

"Empress, don't hurry for a moment."

When he arrived at a large mansion with a door facing south, an old woman who came out to make a stove grinned and said, "Miss Mo, he must be a young man..."

"Old man Cheng's auspicious words..." Madam Mo smiled, then remembered something, "There are dozens of broken honeycomb coals in the family, so let Shiyilang send them to the mansion..."

"Oh, I can't do it, how can I be so embarrassed, how can I be..."

The old woman, who was smiling more and more excited, rubbed her hands happily. After Madam Mo entered the door, she murmured: "The Qiang girl is also wonderful. Wang Zuxian is such a blessing. Could it be that she had the right name?"

After Madam Mo entered the door, she arrived at the side hall. The fire pit inside had been hot for a long time and the room didn't feel cold. The young man kneeling in front of the desk was about 17 or 18 years old. He was energetic and slender, but there were mostly traces on his fingers and scars on his skin, which showed that he had suffered hard life.

"Dare you asking Xiaolang... is he from Chang'an?"

"In the lower Zhang Songang."

After saying that, he took out a bronze medal in his arms and placed it on the desk. "I'm going to Fengzhou tonight, can I have a guide?"

Madam Mo did not rush to reply, but picked up the bronze medal and looked at it. After another trip to the inner room, she came out and said, "Alang said that if someone holds this bronze medal, he can live a trustworthy life. This day, he would have to look for the guides who went north, most of whom were Turkic or Tieler..."

"You must be strict and you can just go to Fengzhou."

"I used to be a horse-striking trip to Huxue's tribe, can it be?"

"Leave at Xu hour."

Zhang Song'ang got up without saying nonsense, took back the bronze medal, then bowed slightly, clasped his fists and said, "Go away if you have any help."

After saying that, he turned around and walked away with a meteor. The clouds blew outside, and there were a little snowflakes. Ordinary people would also feel pain when they were eating the northwest wind. But the young man didn't say a word, just wrapped a shawl and disappeared after a while.

When Shen Shi was about to end, it was already dark. The dark clouds rolled in the faint light, like clusters of demon fog, and I don’t know what kind of ghost and monster were going to rush out from here.

"Dun'er!"

Give it!

Qinghai checked a loud noise, and the sound of horse hooves was "tap and tap". After a while, a tightly dressed one-legged man came over on a Jinshan horse.

This person probably has the bloodline of a white Turkic species, which is very different from the Ashina family. His eyes are extremely deep, like two hollows. The tip of his nose, which is like a hook, is covered with black numb, so as not to be frozen by the air conditioner.

"Walking west, there is an old road. It used to be a military road, but now there are no one to go."

"Take a way."

Three Qinghai Jones followed the Jinshan Horse, and the two and four horses quickly disappeared into the darkness.

I don’t know how the Huxue tribe distinguished the direction. It was pitch black. Even Zhang Songang, who was not blind in the night, felt that the road was difficult to walk. If it weren’t for the good training of the horse, he would go wherever the knight went. I was afraid that he would change to a slow horse and he would not have to leave.

Zhang Song'ang had three Qinghai trials, which was logically better than the Huxue man who was a single horse. But what he never expected was that when he felt he wanted to change his horse, the Jinshan horse was still quite strong.

"Good horse."

"Where is a good horse?" The Hu Xue Man smiled. "This beast is a breed of Jinshan Zhuifeng and Dashi Wei's horse. The Khitan Wei's horse is cheap, but he is good at traveling for a long distance, so he still has enough energy after running for a long time. Besides, I, a useless man, lacks a leg, and is very small, which is worse than a woman, so he will not suffer."

"Where did the eldest brother get hurt?"

"Fengzhou heads north."

The man suddenly recalled something and said, "The situation of the rebellion of Huxue tribe was in decline. Later, he followed Wang Zhenjiang in Mobei... the time he defeated Yi Nan."

"Bullet Army?"

Zhang Songang was stunned for a moment, "Looking back for a long time!"

"The king is a man!"

When talking about Joey Wong, Hu Xue's eyes shone for a moment, "It's a man!"

He added a lot.

Zhang Song'ang nodded, "That's true."

But the Hu Xue people shook their heads: "I said this because the king dared to fight and fight, but... In short, now from Huaiyuan City to Fengzhou, there are Lingzhou, Qiang people, Turks, Huns, Tiel people... They can be as safe and stable as the Han people, and have the power of the king."

The wind was a little stronger, and the man seemed to be hiding in a veil and laughing, saying happily: "The king treats people as human beings. Look at his wife, he is a Qiang girl! He will definitely have a son!"

Zhang Songang, who was not twenty years old, was stunned and did not answer. He knew the hardships in the north. He knew better than anyone else what the barbarians at both ends of the head rat in Liaodong would end. In Shicheng Steel Plant, on average, two barbarians died every day in an average of last year. He had to dig sixty pits in a month and bury ashes.

"When you arrive in Fengzhou, there will be Huyan's Huns to help you. If you can trust it, you can find another guide from Huyan's family. You will not be disabled. You will not be disabled. You will not be disabled in Mobei this day."

Huxue people laughed at themselves very casually, but their spirit was unexpectedly high, which made Zhang Song'ang admire him very much.

After untiing the wine bag, it was filled with high-quality wine specially distilled by the workshop. After taking a sip, my whole body was warm.

Just as I was about to continue my journey, I saw Huxue suddenly shouting: "There is a tail!"

"Um?!"

"It's not something I followed from the city, it should be someone who has been guarding outside for a long time." Hu Xueren said quickly, "There shouldn't be many people, there are twelve or three horses!"

While speaking, the man quickly took off a big bow, held two arrows in his mouth, and slapped the arrow bag, "Whether it is an enemy or a friend, all those who follow him at this time will die!"

Zhang Songang was not panicked, and took things from another group of Qinghai inspections, and then said, "Zhang Songang is here, Xingjiu, haven't you asked for advice yet?"

"Xue Bufu, I have never seen my grandparents since I grew up, and I don't know if I have any brothers."

He clearly had an arrow in his mouth, but he didn't see his mouth moving, but a sound came out.
Chapter completed!