From a distance, we saw Minister Yang confronting several cavalry, and both sides were cursing each other.

Minister Yang called them "provoking the seeds" and even said "silently" there, which was very intense.

Fortunately, both sides had concerns and did not take action.

Yang He ran up to the official road and saw that not far from the opposite side, there were large carts parked on the official road. They were all wheels, heavy trucks, deep ruts, and horses were all fat. There were copper bells hanging on their chests. From time to time, the sound of dingling ding ding lings was heard, which was spread far with the wind.

It was seen that there were wolf teeth dart flags on the car, and it seemed that the word "money" was embroidered on it. It turned out to be an escort agency, and the head of the escort should be named Qian.

Yang He glanced at him and saw strong men sitting cross-legged on the carts, and coachmen, all of them were quite talented.

In addition to the walkers, there are also knights surrounding each other.

There were indeed more than thirty riders, one-color leggings and wrist guards, black robes and breeches, and a bloody belt wrapped around her waist.

Except for the saber, they all have double-ins, each wearing red-taxed felt hats, which are fierce and quick, and have superb riding skills.

There is also a carriage in the middle of the cart. It is inconspicuous when you look closely, but when you look closely, you will find it luxurious and elegant, and it is the kind of low-key and luxurious.

There were more than a dozen walking men arched beside the car, and everyone was holding a bird gun.

Yang He rode his horse and walked quickly to Minister Yang. Zhang Chugong, Hu Juye and others also trotted.

"Sir, what's going on?"

Yang He asked Minister Yang and looked at the opposite side.

The three knights were a few steps away. The leader was a young man of sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a red-taxed felt hat and a slender figure. He looked here with disdain. When he saw Yang He, his expression changed slightly, and then he curled his lips, with a look of jealousy in his eyes.

There were two honest men beside him, each of whom had red belts and a strong bow and fast horse.

Minister Yang said aggrievedly: "Young Master, they are rude. When they come up, they ask us to get out of here."

Yang He frowned, and saw Qi Youxin, Han Guan'er, Luo Xianjue and others gathered behind him, all looking at each other with anger.

And her sister Ying'er, who was dressed round and covered with only her eyes, was standing behind her.

She was held by her younger brother Yang Qian, and said angrily: "It makes no sense, it's so savage."

Yang He was displeased when he saw the young man riding a fast horse, arrogant and superficial, and he was not happy. However, considering that there was no need to conflict, he was indeed blocked by hundreds of people on the road, especially rice, flour and supplies piled up all over the road.

The main reason was that there was no official Taoist figure earlier, but he didn't want a convoy to come, causing traffic jams.

This has happened to me, too.

He was about to speak, but he saw the young man's face change, and he seemed to see the hero Han, Zhang Chugong and others coming up behind him.

These people were obviously veterans of the powerful soldiers in the Wu, so they put a lot of pressure on him.

He whistled suddenly, and immediately the whistles from behind came one after another, and then a group of people rushed up the horses. Many of them simply controlled the horses with their legs, showing their superb riding skills.

After they came up, they all took their bows in their hands and stared at them. Some even bent their bows and arrows, and the arrowheads flashed with a cold light in the cold wind.

The young man looked even more proud when he saw people gathering around him.

People on Yang He were also on guard. Qi Youxin shouted that the killer team was on guard. Minister Yang, Han Guan'er and others took off their shields and protected Yang He. Zhang Chugong, Hu Juye and others arrived, and they all looked at each other with bird guns, bows and arrows.

Hu Juye opened his bow and muttered to himself with hatred: "Sunny is in charge, and the darts are so arrogant?"

His eyes glanced at the opposite side, and he was full of fat war horses, and he couldn't help but envy and hate him.

A cold light appeared in Yang He's eyes. He touched the sword with his hand. He was confident that this distance could cut the young man in half with just one knife.

"What's going on?"

At this moment, the sword was tense, and suddenly a loud shout came from the opposite side, and then three strong horses galloped over, and the smoke and dust rolled in, and soon approached.

The studs gave in one after another, and they all greeted respectfully: "Jiu Master, Jiu Master."

The "Jiu Master" came immediately and turned out to be a very burly man with a curly beard, wide shoulders and wide back, wearing a dark red cloak, and a faint bloody smell on his body. He rode steadily on the horse, about forty years old.

He looked quite bright, had a strong bow on his body, and a horse bow on his saddle, and his spirit was extraordinary when he looked around.

He glanced at Yang He, looked slightly stunned, and then asked the people around him softly.

Then he frowned and looked at the young man: "Silo, please step down."

The young man said anxiously: "Big."

Master Jiu raised his voice and said, "Get out."

He said even more sternly: "I shouldn't have let you come out at the beginning, so I'll cause trouble."

The young man was silent and hurriedly stepped down.

Master Jiu looked at Yang He again.

Yang He left his hand and killed the saber. He immediately put his hands on his horse and said lightly: "I am a student Yang He, who are you?"

Everyone on the opposite side changed their expressions, and Yang He even heard a "Huh" sound from the carriage behind him.

A woman said in a voice: "It's a scholar."

The sound is pleasant, with magnetic sound.

Then the curtain was opened, and from a distance, Yang He only saw a pair of bright eyes as bright as stars.

The Jiu Ye also had a look of respect on his face. He bowed and said, "It turned out to be Yang Xianggong. Qian Zhongyong was the escort leader of the Feiyun Escort Agency. This is the child Qian Likui, and this is the fourth son Qian Lijue. He is young and ignorant, making a joke... Sanniang, put down the stick..."

The ninth master Qian Zhongyong also introduced his son next to him, and his fourth son Qian Lijue was the young man of sixteen or seventeen years old.

His eldest son Qian Likui was a young man in his twenties. He rode his horse next to him and looked quite calm. He had a white wax pole inserted into the hook, which was obviously a good player to use a gun.

And what he said about Sanniang, Yang He noticed that he was wearing a red-taxed felt hat, a cloak, and dressed up as a man.

She raised her head and a cool face gave people a feeling of coldness.

She should not be much bigger than Qian Lijue. She was carrying a heavy mace in her hand, and the barbs on it shone with metallic light.

She rode her horse beside Qian Zhongyong, and she lifted the mace in her hand as if she was light. She would definitely have a bright mind when she hit her.

She didn't sound, and her eyes looked like the stars in the cold night.

When seeing this Sanniang, the people on Yang He's side had their eyes lit up first, and then when they saw her mace, they all took a breath and turned their eyes away. Even if you had ever seen a veteran like Hu Juye, they turned their eyes away.

The two of them greeted each other, and the misunderstanding immediately resolved, and everyone on both sides put down their weapons.

Yang He felt that this slutty head looked rough and generous, but in fact he was a rough and thin person.

Jiu Ye spoke boldly and said haha. For their escort agency, the reputation of going out to escorts accounts for 20%, the effort of hard work accounts for 20%, and the remaining 60% depends on the view of friends from both black and white. If they can avoid conflict, there will be no conflict.

After all, licking blood from the knife, there will be casualties and injuries, which will harm the brother's life.

He also realized that the scholar on the other side was not a simple person, and he also had many good players under his command.

The young man Qian Lijue listened, but was indignant, and his father's attitude was too soft.

He muttered, "Who knows if it is a scholar, and scholars should all hold a fan?"

Luo Xianjue shouted: "Our husband is not an ordinary scholar. He is both civil and military, and can use a saber to kill horses and can also use a strong bow with twelve powers! As we go by, we kill wolves, horse thieves, and mountain bandits, we are all the husband who turns the tide alone."

The stadiumers on the opposite side looked different.

The scholar is just a status. For those who are darting men who are licking blood from the knife, their personal strength really makes them admire them.

They all looked at Yang He. Sure enough, he had a double insertion around his waist, which was indeed a strong bow.

There is also a waist knife, and looking at the knife handle, it is indeed a slash.

Seeing that he has a horse bow hanging on his saddle, can he still ride and shoot?

Looking at the crowd opposite, even if they are young and strong, they are actually just ordinary refugees. This scholar can bring along the way, and he is indeed a bit capable.

They looked at it, some people were still half-believing, while others showed a look of true admiration.

However, there are also people on the other side who are angry and don’t want to be too ambitious to others.

Someone shouted: "Our Jiu Ye can also drive a twelve powerful bow. When the Tartars entered the pass, the twelve brothers killed hundreds of Tartars. Wherever they went, who didn't give a thumbs up and call him a hero of Jiu Ye?"

Everyone on Yang He showed a look of disbelief. Twelve people killed hundreds of Tartars?

Hu Juye sneered: "You have to have a plan to brag."

Yang He narrowed his eyes, but suddenly remembered a history in Beiluozhong, Ming Ji, which records the story of Shang Jingshi's good shooting and the twelve cavalry in Tongzhou.

"The Qing general led 600 cavalry to Yushan. When he arrived in Hexi, he suddenly came and twelve cavalry came. The twelve cavalry were good at shooting. The three of the deputy generals died in the eyes. All the soldiers were in front of him and fell down. There were many people who killed him. The soldiers all took the sword and shot with their hands, and no one was injured. The soldiers retreated, and the twelve were chased and shot. More than 300 were killed. The arrows were stopped after the twelve cavalry were killed. Shang Jingshi was the leader. He heard that the soldiers had entered and asked his party to make achievements. At this time, he suddenly met him and went to the guards of Tongzhou. The camp reported the merits, and the guards of Shen Military Department, and the Ministry of War was all under his command. At that time, the large army was about to reach Hexi, and the twelve cavalry in Tongzhou killed 400 soldiers but refused to go."

This should be the second year of Chongzhen. Could it be that this Jiuye is one of the twelve cavalry?

He looked at the head of the Feiyun Escort Agency, and the Jiuye Qian Zhongyong bowed solemnly: "The Twelve Cavalry of Tongzhou is famous all over the world. I didn't expect that the Jiuye was actually a member of the inner circle, and Yang was disrespectful."

Jiuye Qian Zhongyong laughed: "It's all old things."

There is a lot of emotion in the words.

Everyone on Yang He showed a look of horror. Could it be true?

...

The atmosphere between the two sides was even softer. At this time, Yang He heard a voice on the other side of the carriage: "Miss, it's very messy outside, so don't go down."

The voice is crisp and tender, and it may be like a maid.

Then the woman with a very magnetic voice said, "It's okay, how can you be rude?"
To be continued...