The Yang family guards were galloping and running. Ning Xiu felt something was wrong and shouted: "Stop!"
Yang Shu waved his hand, and more than thirty riders stopped.
"Brother, what's wrong?"
Ning Xiu glanced over them one by one and said, "Junior brother, look at the map."
Yang Shu agreed, took out the map and looked at it carefully, frowning.
"Is it really wrong?"
"Yes." Yang Shu said in a deep voice, "With our speed, we should leave the mountains and fields by now, unless what Zong Rui gave me was a fake picture."
Ning Xiu said: "Of course it's not a fake picture, because we entered the formation."
Yang Shu was startled and immediately looked around: "Array? Someone has set up an array here?"
"Well, we don't have to go forward. We can't break the formation, but it's just a waste of effort."
Yang Shu took a deep breath and waved his hand: "Line up!"
"Yes!" All the generals responded in unison, lining up their horses, drawing their swords and guns, and getting ready for battle.
Ning Xiu looked around, jumped up, landed on a thick tree trunk, took off his guqin and played the strings.
The sonorous sound of the piano drives the surrounding breath to flow.
Ning Xiu calms down and concentrates, and uses sound waves to sense the aura bit by bit.
Suddenly, he caught an abnormal flow in the aura, plucked a string with one finger, and a dull sound broke through the air, and an assassin exploded.
Without Yang Shu's order, Ah Xuan immediately took aim with his bow.
When the opponent saw something bad, he pulled the thing hidden in the fallen leaves, and the ropes lying on the ground were crisscrossed.
At the same time, a volley of arrows came straight towards him.
Although Yang Shu's guard is very small in number, it has a complete range of arms.
Seeing the sharp arrows, some people spurred their horses to retreat, while others urged their horses forward and moved the vine shields behind their backs in front of them.
"Take it! Take it! Take it!" The voice continued, mixed with the neighing of horses.
After a round of volleys, the people were unscathed, but a few horses were unlucky and were shot in the legs.
Yang Shu saw that the ground was crisscrossed with horse ropes. In this case, riding horses would not only not be able to help them, but would also affect their combat effectiveness. He immediately shouted: "Dismount!"
"yes!"
All the generals responded and abandoned their horses at the same time.
After two more rounds of volleys, the opponent thought he had run out of arrows, so he turned around and ran away.
Ah Xuan loosened his fingers and the arrow flew off the string.
"Pfft!" With a sound, it stabbed into the opponent's back and killed him with one blow.
"Clang, clank, clank--" On the tree, Ning Xiu was still playing the piano, and the soft and long sound of the piano was forced by him to evoke the fierceness of a gold-and-gold fight.
He uncovered suspicious points in his aura one by one.
Seeing that the opponent could not act covertly, he finally activated a large formation.
Hearing rumbling sounds in his ears, Yang Shu looked up and saw that there were many boulders taller than people rolling down the landslide on both sides.
He made a prompt decision and ordered: "Dismantle the queue! Everyone save their lives."
"yes!"
The generals immediately dispersed, forming groups of two to hide by themselves.
Under the rolling stone, it is no longer practical to maintain the battle formation. Fortunately, the Yang Guards not only train horse skills, they also have corresponding strategies on how to deal with the current situation.
Yang Shu is very confident that all of his generals are masters and cannot be easily eliminated even if they are separated.
As a matter of course, Ah Xuan was guarding him.
To avoid rolling rocks, they slid down a slope.
When they stood up again, they found that the surrounding scenery had changed.
Climbing out of the slope is not the original mountain path, but a valley.
The sound of Ningxiu's piano is still there, but it has become distant and faint, intermittent.
"Young Master?" Ah Xuan was confused, "What's wrong with us?"
Yang Shu reached into his arms and touched something, then raised his head and looked around.
He suddenly laughed and said in a loud voice: "What do you want to do after you have put so much effort into it? Come out and make it clear! If this goes on, I will not be happy, and you will not be left behind either!"
After a while, a response finally came: "Everyone in the world says that Young Master Yang is ridiculous and playboy. He is really short-sighted."
Yang Shu followed the sound and saw a person walking slowly on the hillside on the right.
This person has an ordinary face, with a short beard of an inch, no wrinkles on his face, and his true age cannot be seen. He may be in his thirties or forties, or he may be in his fifties or sixties, so he has a sense of separation from the world, unlike ordinary people.
He wore a simple black robe, his hair was disheveled, and he walked calmly.
When he stood in front of him, Yang Shu had already looked at him from head to toe and said, "Did you persuade the clan to lure me to Baimen Gorge?"
The black robe nodded and smiled: "Master Yang is really wise, that's exactly what he is."
Yang Shu raised the corner of his mouth, his eyes distant and hostile: "I am showing up now, but are you satisfied with my performance?"
The man laughed, then straightened his clothes, bowed and bowed: "Young master, please forgive me, this matter is of great importance. Otherwise, the mountain people would not dare to reveal their identity easily."
He gave a big salute to express respect, but he also called himself a mountain man, which was very self-respecting, indicating that he was not a servant.
Yang Shu said coldly: "Can we reveal our identity now?"
"Of course." The black robe took out a jade talisman and presented it to Yang Shu, "Master, please take a look."
Ah Xuan took it and checked it to make sure it was correct before handing it over: "Young Master."
Yang Shu took a look and found the word Qingyun engraved on the jade talisman. He frowned and said, "What do you mean?"
The black robe was puzzled: "Young master, you haven't heard of it?"
Yang Shu said calmly: "What should I hear?"
The black robe pointed at the word Qingyun on it and said: "Back then, His Royal Highness the Prince called himself Qingyun Guest, and his subordinate Qingke formed a society under the name Qingyun. This seal is the logo of Qingyun Society."
Yang Shu's expression changed drastically and he looked at him hard: "Your Highness, I don't understand what you are talking about!"
The black robe smiled and touched his short beard: "Young Master, I understand. The Crown Prince mentioned by the mountain people is not the current Crown Prince Jiang Sheng, but the previous Crown Prince, Jiang Wei!"
"you--"
Before he could speak, with a wave of his hand in black robes, several men in gray clothes emerged from hiding, gathered in front of them, knelt down on one knee and said in unison: "I see you, Sir!"
Yang Shu suddenly clenched the jade talisman in his hand and stared at them without speaking.
The black robe then bowed: "I'll forgive you, Sir. Your Highness the Crown Prince has been dead for many years, and Qingyun Society didn't know that the Young Master was still alive until last year... I have tried many times before, just because the Young Master is now in an embarrassing situation. If you don't have enough fighting spirit, why don't you
Continue to be a rich and noble young master and spend the rest of your life in peace. However, since the young master has such abilities, we can’t bear to hide him, so we show up here to ask him to be safe."
Yang Shu's face tightened, and after a long while, he asked: "Do you mean to deliberately bring me here to see if I am capable enough to decide whether to recognize my old master?"
The black robe smiled and replied: "Of course I want to recognize the old master, but if you don't mean it, we will only protect you secretly, so that you can live without worries. However, you are not surprised at all, and there are such well-trained subordinates.
, I can only be convinced."
Yang Shu glanced at them one by one.
The attitude of the men in black robes was calm and respectful, while the men in gray robes knelt motionless, and at first glance they were well-trained warriors.
For those in an awkward situation, it’s really a timely help!
What was staged first was a play on the orphans of the Zhao family? (To be continued)