Everyone in the Yang family was very excited when they heard that they were going to the gravel slope.
They are all elites selected from the younger generations by the eldest princess and the old marquis. They have been carefully brought up since childhood. When they are old, they have to go to the army to gain experience, and then they return to Yang Shu as servants.
In other words, they are real soldiers who have fought in the war. How can they not yearn to return to the battlefield?
When Ning Xiu heard about this, he silently took out his sword from the piano and wiped it several times.
When Yang Shu came over, the two brothers sat for a while before he asked: "Did you do it on purpose?"
"What?"
"If you can find Zong Xu, the Zong family will definitely be grateful to you."
Yang Shu smiled: "I don't deny that this factor exists, but if I want to go to the gravel slope, the main reason is that I don't want to sit around and do nothing."
Ning Xiu thought for a moment and nodded.
"Senior brother, do you agree with me?"
Ning Xiu polished the blade of the sword, inserted it back into the piano, and then said: "As long as you don't do evil things."
Everyone packed up and got on their horses.
Yang Shu looked at Mingwei and followed him out, frowned and said, "You are cold. It's better not to go out in such a cold weather."
Ming smiled and said: "You don't want to just sit here, and I certainly don't want to either. Besides, I don't worry about you going like this. Even if something happens, it's always good to be together."
In front of so many people, she spoke without changing her expression, which made Yang Shu feel a little embarrassed.
After hesitating, he said: "You can follow me if you insist. Wear thicker clothes and don't forget to wear soft armor underneath."
Mingwei wrapped up her cloak and said, "Don't worry, I'm all dressed."
The Baimenxia city gate opened again, and more than thirty riders drove their horses out of the city gate and headed north along the avenue.
Zong Rui came out specially to see them off. He was filled with emotion as he watched their backs slowly disappear into the snow.
"Everyone said that Yang San was a fool, but I didn't expect that at this moment, he would be willing to risk his life to lend a helping hand."
Hearing what he said, he was also very sad to join the army: "I went to the capital a few years ago and heard that Young Master Yang was famous for his nonsense. I thought he was just a flimsy idiot. Only when he met the real person did he realize how wrong the rumors were. It's a pity.
Well, why can’t his identity be revealed to the public?”
This soldier was Zong Xu's confidant, and he was also present the night he was arrested.
Zong Rui lowered his voice: "Even if his identity is revealed, there is no chance. There are several princes, how can he take his turn?"
After thinking about it, he said: "No matter how we fight above, our clan will only abide by the ancestral precepts and be loyal to the emperor and protect the country. Don't say this next time."
Joining the army nodded yes.
He also sighed for a moment, knowing in his heart that not only did Yang Shu have no chance, but it was not easy to save his life.
"Let's go back. The battle report of Ningyi Pass is about to arrive."
…
Guo Xu was also on the city wall at this time, but not with Zong Rui.
Seeing him frowning and looking at the place where Yang Shu and his party left, his nephew asked tentatively: "Uncle Liu, aren't you happy?"
Guo Xu shook his head and said, "I just can't figure out what Yang San wants to do?"
The nephew said: "Going to the north in the wind and snow is not a trick, right? After all, it is the front line, and there are snow difficulties. If you are not careful, you will lose your life." He added, "I didn't expect Young Master Yang to be so generous.
, the Zong family themselves did not dare to send people easily, but he went without saying a word."
Guo Xu's brows did not relax at all.
In fact, his nephew's kind words made him even more suspicious.
Times of crisis like this are a good time to win people's hearts. Look at his nephew, who follows him every day and doesn't have a good impression of Yang San. Now he actually starts to say good things about him.
Mr. Guo, who had been cheated into disgrace in Beijing, instinctively doubted everything.
…
Marching in the snow was extremely difficult. From Baimen Gorge to the gravel slope, it was only one day's journey for a fast horse. It took them three full days to get there.
Yang Shu sighed: "If General Zong was really buried in the snow, his body would freeze to dry after so many days."
Mingwei said casually: "I think the luck around him is condensed, so he shouldn't be so unlucky. He might be blocked by snow somewhere and can't get out."
Yang Shu asked: "What about our luck? If he is fine, we will be unlucky, right?"
Ming smiled: "Your appearance is not in line with your luck, so how can you tell it accurately? It's already bad enough anyway, what's there to be afraid of?"
Yang Shu murmured: "These words are really unpleasant..."
"It's not easy to be nice. I'm going to say a lot of nice things right now. Do you believe it or not?"
Yang Shu waved his hand quickly: "Forget it, what kind of magic stick is this?"
Ming smiled and turned to Ning Xiu and asked: "Sir, let's go take a look at the terrain?"
"Okay." Ning Xiu answered simply.
So the group dismounted, found a place under the wind, buried a pot to boil water, and rested.
Mingwei and Ningxiu used Qinggong to find high ground to observe the mountains.
The two of them stood on a high slope and had an unobstructed view of the surrounding terrain.
Ming Wei said: "The trend of the mountains here coincides with the formation gate. Master told me in the early years that the so-called formations all come from the mountains and rivers, and it is true."
Ning Xiu gave her a strange look.
"What's wrong, sir? Am I right?"
Ning Xiu shook his head: "When I was young, my master also said the same thing."
Speaking of this, Mingwei asked: "Sir, do you think that the mystical arts we have learned are quite similar?"
Ning Xiu nodded.
"It's really weird. My school has always been a single lineage..."
"Me too." Ning Xiu said, "Although the master has accepted two disciples, all the mystical skills were passed down to me. The younger brother only learned that swordsmanship."
"But sir, I have not studied mystical arts intensively."
Ning Xiu said frankly: "I am not that deeply interested in mystical arts, and my level is far inferior to that of my master. Your mystical arts are much better than mine, but we have many things in common. Sometimes I feel that you are my master."
His direct disciple."
Mingwei looked thoughtful.
Ning Xiu didn't know that she came from decades later. Looking at it from today's perspective, he naturally couldn't guess her master's sect.
There are so many similarities that Mingwei can't help but think about a possibility.
In terms of age, Ning Xiu is almost the same as his master.
However, the master only passed down the name of master. I wonder if Ning Xiu was his name before he became a monk.
Calculating the time, the time for the master to return to the life master inheritance is not far away. If you pay attention at that time, you should be able to know whether this guess is true.
Over there, Ning Xiu picked up a branch and drew a formation pattern in the snow.
When the painting was finished, he called her over and said, "Come and take a look. Is what I painted correct? This coincides with the Eight Gates. If you can find the Sheng Gate, you might be able to find the location of General Zong."
Mingwei looked at it carefully, added a few strokes, and started discussing with him: "This is the Jingmen. This is the place where the gate should be closed. If the gate is opened... this is the place."
Ning Xiu clicked on another spot: "The door is open here, and the door of death is here. We avoid the door of death, and go from opening to the door of rest, and then to the door of life, which is the safest."
"Yeah. Let's go. We have to speed up. The snow is falling so hard. It would be bad if the eight gates change." (To be continued)