Chapter 577: How can there be a Pegasus in the world? This must be the plan of the king of Qin
On the threshing floor of Beigou Village near Binxiang, the villagers of Beigou Village supported the old and the young one by one, watching with trepidation as the soldiers in front of them came in and out of their homes, leaving what little they had with them.
All the food was carried out and piled outside.
"Report! There are only so many!"
"Same here!"
"..."
"Report! No trace of food or fodder was found..."
When the soldier walked out of the last room carrying a light bag, the captain leading the team approached Wei Zheng and whispered.
"Wei Xima, something seems wrong. No matter how you look at it, there is no sign that a large amount of grain and grass was stored in this village."
"Yes! I saw it!"
Wei Zheng nodded, pursed his lips, and frowned.
"Could it be that I guessed wrongly? In fact, King Qin's food and grass were not placed here?"
Da da da……
A series of horse hoofbeats sounded, and Wei Zheng and the captain raised their heads at the same time, just in time to see a scout rushing over from outside the village on horseback, still shouting loudly.
"Reporting to Wei Xima, someone found a large number of horse hoof prints more than ten miles away from this village!"
"Hey!"
After hearing what the scout said, Wei Zheng made a fist with one hand and waved it hard, with a victorious smile on his face.
"What are you talking about? King Qin's Black Armor Cavalry must be hiding here. General Zhao, send an order for the brothers to assemble. Let's hurry over."
"yes!"
After the captain agreed, he raised his head and said tentatively.
"Then this village..."
"Since this matter has nothing to do with them, then so be it!"
Wei Zheng waved his hand very generously.
"Inform the village elders and tell them that after our verification, they have nothing to do with the bandits. Let them each take back their own food and live a good life!"
"yes!"
A quarter of an hour later, the villagers in Beigou Village, who thought they were bound to be hit by a disaster today, were all holding their own food in their hands with lingering fear, and looked at Wei Zheng and the others' retreating figures with excited expressions.
"Tang Jun is really a benevolent and righteous teacher, Qiu has no fault!"
"..."
Half an hour later, Wei Zheng led his team by boat to the location where the scout had mentioned the hoof prints.
This is in a forest, not far from the flowing Malan River.
"I see……"
Wei Zheng looked at the woods located beside the Malan River and suddenly became enlightened.
"The King of Qin did not transport grain and grass by vehicles before, but relied on the water transportation of the Malan River to transport grain and grass. Damn it! I was careless and ignored the water transportation."
"Wei Xima..."
The captain came over on horseback and whispered.
"Then what should we do now? Follow the hoof prints and catch up?"
"Yes! Chase after me..."
Wei Zheng nodded confidently.
"If someone's estimate is good, there should be a slightly flat valley not far from this forest that can be used for camping. Those Xuanjia troops must be hiding there..."
Having said this, Wei Zheng pondered again.
"Although I don't think these Xuanjia troops will jump over the wall in a hurry, we must be prepared for the worst. General Zhao, please leave some of your brothers to watch the ship first. If the other party plans to be detrimental to us, we will be better prepared.
A way out."
"yes!"
A few minutes later, Wei Zheng and others, who had made arrangements, took the remaining soldiers and followed the hoof prints of the horses. After bypassing the woods, a valley appeared in front of them just as Wei Zheng said.
"General Zhao, tell brothers to be careful!"
After seeing the valley, Wei Zheng, who strengthened his reasoning, pointed forward with his finger and said solemnly.
"In order to prevent someone from protruding from the valley and catching us off guard, I think we should form a formation and slow down, and let the scouts advance into the valley to investigate... By the way, General Zhao, please tell the scouts not to get too close to the entrance of the valley first.
Take a look at it from a distance."
"As you command!"
After hearing Wei Zheng's order, Captain Zhao raised his hands in submission and bowed his head towards Wei Zheng.
"Wei Xima is really a man who knows how to fight!"
Wei Zheng stroked his beard with his hand, looking proud of himself.
"General Zhao, you are going too far. I am just a scholar. How can I be called a knowledgeable soldier?"
"..."
"With the power of the crowd, a thousand people can defeat you!"
After these soldiers were all lined up in military formation, Captain Zhao raised his long sword and activated the secret military technique to connect himself with these soldiers.
After everything was prepared, the soldiers unsheathed their swords, strung their bows, and held their shields in their hands. They rushed toward the valley in front of them as if facing a powerful enemy.
Several scouts on horseback leaned down, leaning their bodies on the back of the horse, carefully drew an arc, and ran toward the front of the valley.
"..."
Ten minutes later, Wei Zheng looked at the empty valley with a blank look on his face.
"How is it possible? The Xuanjia Army should be here. Where have they gone?"
"Report!"
The scouts also ran over on horseback and said loudly.
"I reported to Wei Xima that there are no mountain roads or caves inside the valley, and those horse hoof prints mysteriously disappeared halfway into the valley."
"What's happening here?"
After hearing what the scout said, Captain Zhao's face was immediately confused.
"How is it possible that the horse hoof prints disappeared halfway through? Could you have read it wrong? For example, these cavalrymen turned around again."
"Qiu Lieutenant!"
When the scout answered, he had a look of panic on his face.
"Those cavalrymen did not turn around, because the hoof prints were only for going and not coming back. It was as if the horses took off after walking to that place..."
"impossible!"
Before Captain Zhao could speak, Wei Zheng on the side had already said firmly.
"Even if there were flying horses in this world, it would be impossible for a thousand Xuanjia men to have one horse. These hoof prints must be the Xuanjia army's old suspicion formation. They led the horses over and then walked back, just to confuse us...
…Yes! It must be like this!”
Wei Zheng murmured a few more words to himself, his tone becoming more and more firm.
"Then why are these Xuanjia troops here to create suspicion? Their real hidden lair must be nearby, yes, that must be the case! General Zhao..."
Wei Zheng raised his head and looked at Captain Zhao.
"Let the scouts investigate both sides of the valley. I dare to conclude that those Black Armor Cavalry must be hiding near here."
…
Just when Wei Zheng had searched the valley where the Xuanjia Army's "Old Bu Suspense Formation" was located, Monk Zhiyue of the Fahua Sect also followed his two nephews, following the traces of Monk Zhixuan's escape.
We came to a wooden pavilion.
"Stay here!"
After casually surveying the scene in front of him, the wiser monk immediately stopped, then raised his hand to stop the two middle-aged monks beside him who were still planning to rush forward.
"Uncle Master?"
The two middle-aged monks stopped and looked at Monk Zhiyue with confused expressions.
"Did you find anything?"
Monk Zhiyue did not notice them, but blinked his eyes twice, then glanced around with a serious face, and then his eyes fell on an inconspicuous dark brown mark on the side of a huge stone on the ground.
"This is……"
Then, his eyes fell on the ground on the side of the boulder. There was a mark like a lotus flower, but only half of it. He blinked slowly, and then moved his eyes again, falling on a big tree next to him.
There are a few scratches on the skin.
"Namo Miaoguang Bodhisattva!"
The wiser monk put his hands together and recited a Buddha's name, with a look of compassion on his face.
"It seems that Junior Brother Zhixuan is in danger, and this is the place where he will be reborn..."
"What……"
After hearing what Monk Zhiyue said, the expressions of the two middle-aged monks he brought with him suddenly changed.
"Master Uncle Zhiyue, what did you say? What happened to Master Zhihong?"
Monk Zhiyue still didn't speak, but walked forward, squatted down in front of the wooden pavilion, rubbed his hands on the ground for a while, and then frowned.
"Did I guess wrong? Junior Brother Zhihong didn't have a chance to leave a signal at that time? No..."
Then Monk Zhiyue lifted his robe and sat down generously in front of the wooden pavilion. If Kong Qing were here, he would have found that the position where he sat was exactly the same as where Monk Zhixuan sat at that time.
Then, Monk Zhiyue, who was sitting on the ground, scanned the hidden place under the wooden pavilion inch by inch, and finally discovered a slight difference in a place that could only be seen from this direction.
"Yes, this is it!"
Monk Zhiyue leaned down and looked carefully at the place he found.
This is a wooden pavilion with vaguely convex planks on the side of the steps. From a distance, there seems to be nothing, but when you look closer, you can vaguely see a mark that seems to have been drawn by someone in the shape of a '任'.
"Namo Miaoguang Bodhisattva!"
Monk Zhiyue gently brushed the wooden board with his hand, shook his head slightly, and let out a long sigh.
"This should be the last mark that Junior Brother Zhihong left for us!"
The two middle-aged monks standing behind Monk Zhiyue looked at each other with doubts on their faces. They didn't understand at all why Master Zhiyue could find this so-called Master Zhiyuan in such a secret place.
Uncle's last mark.
"You don't understand. This is the power of our sect's secret knowledge "Three Thousand Thoughts of One Thought", which can clearly identify everything. You cannot understand the traces left by Junior Brother Zhihong, but they are invisible in the eyes of the old monk."
As if he understood the doubts of the middle-aged monks, Monk Zhiyue slowly explained.
"Based on the traces left by Junior Brother Zhihong, the old monk can conclude that Junior Brother Zhihong was ambushed when he rushed to the front of this pavilion. Although he turned around and left immediately..."
As he spoke, Monk Zhiyue pointed at the dark brown spot on the side of the rock.
"But he was injured from behind and vomited blood, and then Junior Brother Zhihong used Step by Step Lotus and ran away with all his strength..."
Monk Zhiyue pointed to the half-mark next to the rock.
"But the other party had an ambush and intercepted him here. After Junior Brother Zhixuan found that he could not escape, he wanted to capture the thief and the king. He tried his best and then turned back from here..."
As he spoke, Monk Zhiyue pointed his finger at the scratches on the tree trunk.
"But he was knocked down directly here!"
This time, Monk Zhiyue pointed to his side, then closed his eyes slightly, with a sad expression on his face.
"While rolling on the ground, Junior Brother Zhihong quietly left his last message here!"
Listening to the instructions of Monk Zhiyue and looking at the traces on the ground, the two middle-aged monks instantly saw in front of their eyes the tragic scene of the elderly Monk Zhihan struggling to fight under the siege of a group of thieves. Tears suddenly filled their eyes.
Eye socket.
"It's all because of someone's fault! If it weren't for protecting someone, Uncle Zhihong wouldn't..."
"Namo Miaoguang Bodhisattva!"
Monk Zhiyue put his hands together and looked solemn.
"This matter has nothing to do with you. It is Zhihong's own disaster. What we can do now is to find the murderer and avenge Junior Brother Zhihong..."
Having said this, Monk Zhiyue shook his head slightly.
"It's just that for a while, I still couldn't figure out what the '任' left by Junior Brother Zhixuan refers to?"