From Xiaoao to travel around the world

Chapter 190
In the early morning of the next day, when Yang Qing took the package and went downstairs, Shi Feixuan was already waiting outside the inn door with her horse.

The two did not exchange pleasantries like ordinary people, but just walked forward together in silence.

When he arrived at the north gate of Jinyang, he saw a long queue of people forming at the city gate from a distance, and more than a dozen teams of soldiers kept questioning among the crowd.

After listening for a while, he knew that the city was looking for the three missing generals last night, and the generals who took the lead last night seemed to be relatives of Liu Wuzhou's family.

Yang Qing led the horse and walked forward across the queue, looking at Shi Feixuan and asked, "Where did you bury him?"

Concubine Shixuan followed him, and shook her head when she heard the words, "He's still alive, he just has to suffer."

"I said you two, stop for me!"

While talking, the city gate soldiers who had noticed the two people saw them walking out as if there was no one else around, immediately shouted to stop, and a group of seven or eight people stepped forward and stretched out their hands to pull.

Yang Qing swung his sleeves and forced them back, turned on the saddle, and then flicked the reins to urge the horse to run out of the city, Shi Feixuan followed closely behind.

"Stop them!"

Amidst the sharp shouts one after another, the speed of the two horses has reached the peak.

In the blink of an eye, he not only threw away the pursuers behind him, but also hurriedly stepped aside those who were blocking the way.

When Yang Qing picked up the reins and rode his horse, and jumped over the horse rejection post in front of the door, all the soldiers behind him could only watch them leave.

Yang Qing and Shi Feixuan headed north along the road, but as they went deeper into the north, the pedestrians on the road became less and less, and the snow gradually thickened.

When we arrived in Fengzhou on the third day, we finally had to abandon our horses and walk.

Fengzhou at this time is the HHHT of later generations. It was originally a border pass in the Sui Dynasty, but now it is the sphere of influence of Liu Wuzhou.

It was almost noon when the two entered the city, Yang Qing didn't want to stay too long.

So he sold the horse, replenished dry food and drinking water, and left the city on foot.

Unlike passing by the city before, after only a few miles from the north of Toyosu City, I saw the endless winter grassland covered with snow.

Not to mention pedestrians, carriages and horses, and village fields, even the traces of human activities are hard to see.

At this time, the north wind was passing through, and the gray clouds like thick fog rolled continuously in the sky, forming patches of snow on the ground at the end of the line of sight.

Seeing this situation, Yang Qing couldn't help but feel that the world is vast, and it's hard for manpower to reach.

"The scenery of the northern country is different from the spring scenery of the south of the Yangtze River."

Hearing this, Yang Qing looked towards Concubine Xuan beside her: "Have you never been to Mobei?"

"It's the first time during the winter moon season."

She was still wearing a white scholar's robe at this time, but she had a light brown voluminous fur cape on top, and a thick velvet cap on her head.

The bun is spread out and tied casually behind the back.

The northern region is severely cold, although Shi Feixuan is not afraid of the cold and heat, but she has traveled a long way, and finally dare not be as unscrupulous as Yang Qing.

"Let's go."

With a greeting, Yang Qing raised his foot and stomped heavily on the snow in front of him, his figure soared forward, like an eagle spreading its wings, and flew across the sky in an instant.

Shi Feixuan knew that his lightness kung fu was amazing, and when she saw this, she immediately used lightness kung fu to keep up.

With the body-protecting zhenqi blocking the cold wind, Yang Qing took nine consecutive breaths in the air and flew over a hundred feet in the air.

When he landed, Shi Fei Xuan was thirty feet away behind him.

After doing this three times in a row, the latter had already fallen far behind, turning into a speck of ink on the snow, so he had no choice but to stop and wait.

A moment later, Concubine Shixuan chased after him, couldn't help but looked at him and praised, "With this lightness kung fu of flying in the sky alone, there is no one in the world who can compare with you."

"I'm running on the ground, I'm afraid you won't be able to catch up."

Concubine Shi Xuan smiled and said: "Brother Yang, if you walk on the ground, I have a way to keep up with you."

As she spoke, she took out a piece of white silk about Zhang Xu from her sleeve and handed it over.

Yang Qing took one end and held it in his hand, already understood what she meant.

When they set off again, Yang Qing flew in front, and Shi Feixuan followed closely, clutching the white silk.

A little behind, she lightly pulled the white silk to keep up, and the two of them instantly turned into two light smokes, one gray and one brown on the snow.

In this way, until the darkness stopped, there was still no one in the wilderness, and the north wind became more and more violent.

In the strong wind, Master Concubine Xuan heard the horse neighing and people shouting, raised her eyes to look at a dim yellow wind lantern ahead, and said to Yang Qing sideways: "It seems that the horses and chariots have fallen into a snow pit."

Yang Qing nodded silently, feeling puzzled in her heart, wondering who would drive a carriage here in this weather.

He didn't go far to meet him, when he saw seven or eight people in front of him, desperately trying to pull a fallen carriage out.

Among these people were two children who were tall and low on wheels, an elderly man, and three women.

There are only two middle-aged men who can really use their strength.

It's just that these two people don't seem to be martial arts practitioners, and their faces are disheveled, obviously caused by long-term hunger.

Therefore, the wagon with the scrawny horse hanging on it, which seemed to be full of grain goods, could not get out of trouble even after struggling.

At this moment, the sound of the wind filled the ears, and the world was pitch black.

Yang Qing was not seen until he walked to the carriage.

Among them, the timid woman fell to the ground in fright when she saw a figure suddenly appearing in front of her.

Several men were also terrified, and only one asked tremblingly, "You...you..."

"Don't be afraid, the two of us happened to pass by here, and we have no malicious intentions."

Seeing that the man couldn't make a sentence, Yang Qing smiled and comforted him, then lifted the carriage and put it on the flat ground under the astonished gazes of several people.

"This...thank you, son!"

Looking at each other, several people couldn't hide their horror, but they still didn't forget to bow to Yang Qing to thank him.

Yang Qing nodded and walked to the front of the car, patted the weak and thin horse, and asked a few people: "Where are you from? How did you end up here in this kind of weather?"

"Young Master Mingjian, we returned home along the way, and we were also trapped here when we encountered heavy snow a few days ago."

These words were incomplete and untruthful, Shi Fei Xuan had already heard some clues, so she smiled and said: "Did you escape from Turkic?"

"I...we..."

The man who answered the words changed his face drastically, and he fell limp to the ground before he finished speaking, his lips kept opening and closing, but he could no longer make a sound.

Seeing his appearance, Yang Qing's heart moved, and he turned to look at the old man with a slightly calm expression behind him and said, "Have you ever heard of Pei Xingyan?"

"Ok?"

As soon as these words came out, several people all looked up: "Master, do you know General Pei?"

"Yes, he is a member of my family. I came here to find him. Have you seen him?"

"My benefactor, please accept my worship."

Seeing their sudden change of attitude, Yang Qing already guessed the reason.

Sure enough, there is no need to ask any more questions. After they got up, they told where they were originally from, and how they were captured and taken to Mobei as slaves.

It wasn't until the small tribe where they lived was wiped out by Pei Xingyan a few days ago, and they distributed chariots, horses and food to a group of old and weak Han people, that they traveled all the way south to this place.

"How many days have you been separated from him? What happened when you left?"

"It's been seven days." One of them replied: "General Pei traveled eastward from Dalan Zadagard, killing Turkic nobles along the way, releasing the Han people, and recruiting young men.

When the villain left, he took about 3000 people to the northeast, as if he heard that there was a Turkic army chasing him. "

"To the northeast..."

"Northeast is the direction of the Kherlen River."

As a reminder, Shi Feixuan continued: "Further to the east, there are Turkic Abahanar and other border town tribes. I am afraid that they have already prepared and will not allow Pei Xingyan to rush out of the Turkic territory from the east."

Yang Qing nodded and said: "There should be arrangements in the south, so Xingyan will break out to the northeast."

"Exactly." The old man in front of me said, "When we returned to the south, we encountered a small group of Turkic soldiers, who seemed to be scouts. If it hadn't been for the snowstorm, we had escaped by hiding in the snow nest, and even we None of these people are left."

In just a few words, Yang Qing saw that they were not shivering in the cold wind, so he stopped asking more questions, and told them: "Thank you for the news, let's go quickly, wait for the snow to fall, and then go back to the house." It's even harder to go."

After speaking, he patted on several people, not even the horse.

When a few people went to look again, there were no two figures in front of them.

"Isn't it because I met an immortal? Why does my whole body feel hot when he pats me?"

Looking at the end of the darkness in the north, the old man suddenly felt that the cold wind that was constantly blowing had brought a little bit of coldness, and he couldn't help feeling: "We have met an expert, let's go quickly, the snow is falling."

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Leaving behind a few people, Yang Qing and Shi Feixuan continued to head north against the cold wind.

This time, it didn't take long to walk, and the heavy snow came with the wind and hit my face.

Yang Qing naturally didn't take it to heart, although Shi Feixuan was tired after running around for a few days, she also restrained herself from talking.

So the two of them went straight to the sky and the light came on, and they had penetrated more than three hundred miles into the Turkic territory.

At this time, the wind gradually died down, but the snow fell more and more.

The newly fallen snow on the ground, combined with the snow that hadn't melted the previous time, barely reached the thigh.

Such a situation may not be able to block the road, but after all, it is not as convenient as borrowing strength from flat ground.

After walking for more than a hundred miles, Yang Qing finally saw a low yurt at the end of his field of vision.

"Go ahead and rest for a while."

"it is good."

Shi Feixuan's expression was still calm, but her complexion was obviously a little worse.

The two of them walked side by side through the snow, as if they were walking on flat ground.

When she was approaching, Yang Qing glanced at her face and said: "Actually, you don't have to follow, although I don't know the way well, I can always find it.

As for Shi Zhixuan's matter, since you know that he is unlikely to cause serious trouble, you don't have to worry about it. "

"Thank you, Brother Yang, but this is also a practice for me, and I can't retreat."

Concubine Shixuan looked sideways after hearing the words: "A little wind and cold can't stop me, but it's just like you who keep spreading the true energy all over the body to protect the body, which makes me feel frustrated."

Yang Qing smiled and said no more.

Now he has become a world of his own, and the level of martial arts in the world is equal to him, and people who are even higher dare not say that there is no such thing.

But if you only talk about skill, it is indeed unmatched.

While talking, he came to the yurt, but Yang Qing didn't see footprints around, so he stepped forward and knocked lightly on the door wrapped in thick sheepskin twice.

"Is anyone home?"

In his divine sense, he had a panoramic view of the scene inside, but he still knocked on the door to inquire.

Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, the sound of footsteps rang in the ears of the two of them.

Then the inner door rope loosened, revealing a weathered, rough and dark woman's face.

"Wuru Ulu Uru?"

"..."

Her tone gradually became higher, hearing Yang Qing's throat tremble, she couldn't help but raised her hand and raised her eyebrows to look at Concubine Shixuan and said, "Do you speak Turkic?"

Concubine Shixuan let out a laugh, showing a rare appearance of an ordinary girl, and then stepped forward to talk to the Turkic woman.

There are four people living in this small yurt, the woman in front of her, her two daughters and one son.

In addition, there are seven sheep and a horse.

Most of the nomads migrate to the land with lush water and grass in winter to avoid the harsh winter, and they will return when they return in the spring of the following year.

Now Turkic power is strong, and all parties rely on the tribes of Turkic, whether it is by plundering southward in autumn, or by the materials transported by various forces in the Central Plains.

Many nobles have been able to give up migration and wait for the winter to pass in a strong fortress.

The husband of the woman in front of him was once a personal soldier of a Turkic lord, and he could have lived with him in the city.

But in a battle after the snow fell in winter, the man died tragically on the battlefield, and the small tribe where the nobleman lived was also dispersed.

With no support, she took her children and fled here to set up a yurt to avoid being robbed by other tribesmen.

There was a snowstorm last night, so she had no choice but to drive the sheep and horses into the house.

Fortunately, there are not many livestock, and there is barely a place for people to live.

"There's no room for her here, but she still has some sheepskins, we can surround her to keep out the cold."

Listening to Shi Feixuan's report, Yang Qing saw the woman take out some half-foot square sheepskins from the corner of the yurt, so she nodded and said, "Leave it to me."

When he turned his head, he saw that the seven or eight-year-old boy was still sleeping soundly in the corner, and the two little girls were kneeling beside him. He reminded: "There is something wrong with that child, go and have a look."

After speaking, he took the sheepskin and walked to one side of the snow field, suddenly jumped up in the air, and then pressed one hand on the ground, and the puffy snow immediately sank.

Yang Qing landed and took out the solidified "snow bricks", spread them on the surrounding snow above the ground and pressed them firmly, and then covered the sheepskin on top.

In a blink of an eye, it became a place that could withstand the wind and snow.

Concubine Shixuan came out and smiled and said, "This is too foolish."

"The left and right are just a temporary rest, let's make do."

The two sat down on the left and right in the snow pit, Yang Qing aroused the Nine Suns True Qi to circulate around his body, and within a moment, the small space was warmed up.

Seeing that Yang Qing controlled it so well that the surrounding snow did not melt, Shi Feixuan took out dry food and handed it to him, saying: "The child seems to have suffered from the wind and cold, and external evils have entered the body, and the blood is weak.

There is no medicine available here, I have used my true qi to drive away the cold air for him, and he is fine for now.Just weird..."

While talking, the sound of footsteps trampling on the snow was heard outside again.

Yang Qing saw the Turkic woman coming with two bowls of goat milk in his mind, so he turned over to take them.

As for what she said gratefully, she didn't understand a single sentence, and could only respond with a smile and nod.

After falling back to the ground and being explained by Shi Feixuan, she realized that she was thanking her for treating the boy.

After such an interruption, Yang Qing also put the matter behind her.

After eating dry food and drinking dry goat's milk, he saw that Shi Feixuan seemed a little repulsed, so he simply brought it over and drank it together.

Since practicing "Yoga Tantra", his appetite has increased greatly, and he has been running around for the past two days, and supplementing food is indispensable.

After eating and drinking enough, the two sat cross-legged to adjust their breath and regain their spirits.

I don't know how long I sat there, until Yang Qing heard the panicky exclamation of the Turkic woman in the yurt, and then slowly opened his eyes.

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(End of this chapter)