Hasan handed the horse's reins and whip to the soldiers, helped the old man up with his own hands, and said, "Mr. Boyan, you are so polite. Excuse me, how far is it from the Wei Si?"

Boyan stood up, patted the snow on his leather robe, and said, "Go back to the official. Wei Si is one hundred and sixty miles away from here. It seems that the official has already passed through Wei Si."

Ha San understood it, he missed it, it didn't matter, he had no intention of settling in the first place.

Boyan offered Ha San to the inside of the felt bag, but Ha San politely refused, saying: "Thank you sir for your kindness. We are on a tour to the west in accordance with the Holy Spirit's decree. The imperial court strictly decrees that no one is allowed to disturb the people along the way. Violators will be punished."

Boyan put his right hand on his chest and said: "The Celestial Empire has been a teacher of benevolence and righteousness since ancient times. I admire you. I am the chief of the pavilion here. If you need help, just ask."

Ha San said: "If I don't hide it from my father-in-law, it's hard to explain in one word."

Boyan knew that he must be in trouble and said, "It's freezing outside and the mountains are cold. Please come inside and serve tea. Isn't this against the imperial edict?"

Ha San said: "It is better to obey orders than to be respectful. That would disturb my father-in-law."

Ha San asked the others to stay outside and walked into the big tent with his soldiers. Boyan went first and opened the curtain. Ha San walked in, with his soldiers following him. Just as he took a step forward, he saw a flash of cold light.

Ha San screamed secretly, and found that the cold light was screaming and running towards the soldiers. Ha San was unable to save him in time, and the soldiers' horse whip was cut into two pieces.

It was a dart. After cutting off the horse whip, it penetrated into the upright post of the felt bag and reached the root. The red cherry tassel was still trembling.

Ha San secretly cheered: "What a powerful force, what a precise technique."

Boyan shouted: "Nalan, don't be rude!"

Ha San turned around, his face turned pale with fear when he saw his own soldier, and scolded: "Are you a new soldier? Stand down!"

Veterans all know that you cannot bring a horse whip into someone else's Mongolian felt bag, which is a great provocation to the owner. The soldiers were ashamed, not because they didn't know, but because they had forgotten. In fact, it was the mentality of the officers and soldiers. They didn't care about these things when they entered a civilian residence and ignored them.

After being scolded, I had to retreat.

Ha San apologized repeatedly. At this time, a woman of eighteen or nineteen stood up, walked over and looked at Ha San, and said coldly: "Are you Mongolian or Han?" The first four words are Mongolian, and the last four words are in Mongolian.

It's Chinese.

Ha San thought that this person must be Nalan, and replied: "He is a Mongolian, and he is also a Han." It was also half Mongolian, half Chinese. Before he finished speaking, Nalan ducked away, sat back, and concentrated on

Going to make her leather scabbard.

Ha San was a little embarrassed.

Boyan said: "Master, please sit down."

At this time, two women, one old and one young, walked behind a screen and soon served tea.

Ha San thanked him and briefly told what happened at night. Before Boyan could say anything, Nalan chuckled and said, "Master, do you know about seeking Buddhist scriptures from the West? These people are just like Zhu Bajie. They drank Zimu

The water in the river is pregnant with a baby, right? Congratulations."

Ha San really wanted to go over and slap him with a few big-eared melon seeds. This stinky bitch was so annoying. He suppressed his anger and said, "Miss, you are joking."

Boyan stopped Nalan and said, "Is the official coming from an old city wall?"

Ha San nodded.

"You guys camped there, right?"

Hasan said: "Yes, is there anything wrong?"

"Where's your guide? He should know that you can't camp there."

Seeing that what he said was clear, Hasan knew that there were some ways to do it. Hope arose in his heart and he humbly asked for advice.

Boyan said that it was a city during the Quanrong period and had been abandoned for thousands of years. The poor people nearby had no money to buy a cemetery after their death, so they threw it there. As time went by, the yin became too strong, and gradually, the people nearby also

After moving away, the negative energy became even stronger.

Merchants coming and going often encounter weird things like ghosts breaking into walls, leaving something behind and burning some paper money.

It's normal to go to Macheng here, catch up with the night, and be trapped there for a night. Usually, the regular customers who pass by usually go in groups of three or five and go during the day. People nearby call this place the poor ghost village.

Boyan motioned for Hasan to drink tea, and drank some himself, and then introduced: These poor devils generally do not fight against official officials. Logically speaking, a large envoy like Hasan should be able to suppress them. They usually also turn into human forms and come out to ask for things.

, but you can’t change things, and you can’t eat their food. I have never seen them harm anyone in so many years, and of course they won’t kill anyone.

He emphasized again: "This incident is very strange and not normal."

Ha San stood up and sang for a while, and said: "Since the old man knows this, he naturally has a way to break up the soil. I hope you will give me some advice."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nalan heard a "hum" sound. Ha San took a peek and saw the word disdain written all over this girl's beautiful face.

At this time, the soldiers came to report that they had set up camp and found the water source. The envoy ordered him to return quickly. Ha San nodded.

Boyan said: "Master, we also have a Celestial Master here. Since I am busy with official duties, please go back to the camp first. After a while, I will take the Celestial Master to visit the camp."

Ha San was overjoyed and left with a lot of gratitude. Several family members stood up and bowed, which is the Mongolian hospitality ceremony.

Looking at Nalan again, she was doing her work nonchalantly, with a look of disdain and mockery on her face. Ha San knew it was time to show off, so he passed by her and casually picked up the awl she was using for her work.

After playing with it for a while, he threw it away, and the awl pierced the pillar like a ray of cold light.

Everyone heard something falling to the ground with a "thud".

Ha San smiled slightly and said humbly: "Farewell, old man, please stay. See you at the camp later."

Boyan sent it out. Nalan quickly stood up and ran towards the pillar. The awl only had its handle left, but his dart was lying on the ground. It was the awl that pushed the dart out.

Nalan's face turned red unconsciously. Only then did he understand what "the strongest has its own strong hand, and the capable person has the capable person behind him".

When Ha San returned to the camp, he had already prepared dinner. He arrived at the Chinese army's tent and reported what he had discovered. Before he could finish the report, he heard a noise outside the camp gate.

Hasan said: "It doesn't matter, Boyan must have arrived." Then he explained what Boyan meant.

Li Da was happy and said: "Set off the cannons and open the middle gate to welcome the guests."

After three dull cannon shots, Li Da led the civil and military personnel to the gate of the camp. But what surprised Li Da and others was that there were no less than a hundred men and women, old and young, and more than a hundred people.

Looking at these people, no one is empty-handed. Both adults and children are carrying gifts, most of which are food and drink.

Wen Da was in a dilemma, and Li Da had no idea for a moment, but three cannons had been fired, so he couldn't refuse the door, so he turned to look at Chen Lu.

Chen Lu said: "We all left the camp, leaving Hu Chun Baihu behind, leading some soldiers to guard the camp and take care of the sick. The others followed us out, took out the food we cooked, and drank and danced with the villagers.

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Chapter completed!