Chapter 57 There is an inning

There is no need to complain about the willows, and the spring breeze does not pass the jade gate. When the spring equinox comes, the new grass sprouts. Spring melts snow, like jade. In the blue and white glow, the car is like a torrent, and the horses are like dragons, lined up in a long snake and flying west. First, a four-wheeled car, with a gold-top black paint and a silver mantle. There were a thousand tea carts hanging behind, covering six miles and flying through the wind. The monk's sword next to the convoy turned into a cluster of flying rainbows and guarded back and forth.

Under the top of the golden arc, in front of the crystal window, Rong Hui wore a deep suit of Shu brocade and a bamboo crown. He sat in the main seat and couldn't help asking, "Lord Ma, it's almost time. Should we disperse the tea cart?" In such a row, in case... but it's a taboo..."

"Who doesn't know that the grassland pays attention to separation and encirclement?" A "big beard" shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It's a barbarian's requirement to string the tea cart into a row. Most of them are afraid that we will get out of the car..." He was surrounded by a big gold ribbon, wore a pointed steel hat, and wore a pair of armor outside the "green silk". It was Xuanfu who was responsible for escorting tea and exchanging prisoners. Title.

On that day, Rong Hui showed his cultivation slightly, that is, the defenders of Xuanfu valued it and were invited to suppress the array. In addition to Huang Jijing's attendants, there are also two "Suntime" disciples of the Hengshan School and a scattered old man. He sat opposite Rong Hui, twisted his beard, and suddenly said, "Every year, tea horses are easy to each other, either official or private, and good horses need 250 catties of tea. An ordinary horse is also worth 12030 catties of tea. There are no more than 100,000 horses entering the customs every year. The tea out of the customs does not weigh 20 million catties of 'before the rain'. This time, it's nine million catties of 'in front of the society'. Such a large batch of good tea accounts for 70% of the world's spiritual tea. I don't know how many people can be exchanged.

Ma Jinshi couldn't make a ticket and said tentatively, "The barbarian said that as long as the Han people who want to come back can be released, it is estimated that there will be more than 100,000!"

"Tens of thousands of people can come back, including those who have been captured before?" Rong Hui looked at Ma Jin, repeated, and asked solemnly, "Can you be sure that these people are prisoners?" Not to mention that they have defected to the barbarians and defected in the city. Even if you mix in a batch of fine works, it's not easy to do..."

"Who knows?" Ma Jinshi shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Besides, we can't control these things. I guess there are arrangements above. At worst, they will not be allowed to enter the city and escort them directly back to their native Tuntian, that is..." While talking, the curtain of the car was raised, and the cat's waist walked into a sergeant and took the opportunity to report: "Your excell, I have seen their people!"

Ma Jinshi's face changed slightly and ordered in a low voice: "The motorcade slows down! Explore carefully if there is a formation nearby!"

When Rong Hui heard this, he also beat the drum in his heart, afraid that the barbarian would take tea and kill people. He took a deep breath and asked solemnly, "Ten thousand people, how can I go back? Should we unload the tea cart and pull it back, or shall we directly put down the tea cart and pull their car back? In case..." Thinking of the plan of "stealing beams and changing columns, secretly Chencang", a heart sank straight.

Ma Jinshi's face trembled slightly, suppressed his voice and said, "In case the barbarian is fraudulent, he can only destroy this batch of tea and run for their lives..." Everyone heard the words, and their faces were as heavy as water.

Under the blue sky, on the grassland, the carriage traveled to the far suburbs of Qingcheng and gradually stopped. Rong Hui got out of the car with Ma Jinshi and saw the prison car in the sky like a chain, spanging ten miles. There are three feet of square cages in the car, each containing 100 people. Men and women, old and young, are all naked**, covering their private parts, and people are squeezed into a ball and trembling.

Huang Jijing wore a green silk skirt, then got out of the car and saw the prisoner. He couldn't help frowning and scolding: "It's not a human!" When the other monks saw it, they also frowned and stared angrily.

Ma Jinshi walked to the old man and asked in a low voice, "Look, there is any problem here..."

The old man sighed and closed his eyes. Rong Hui listened and then explored. He was full of thoughts and only heard the old man mutter: "There is a wooden 'gathering array' on the carriage, and there is an earth-based trapped array attached to the cage. The people in the car are still strong, but weak... In addition, I haven't found any other formation..."

He stared and didn't find any other problems. He was secretly relieved, but he was even more puzzled: "Is it really a prisoner for tea?" Suddenly, I heard someone say hello: "Friends from afar..." I saw a middle-aged man in a white robe under the back of the car, with a cloud-patterned ribbon around his waist, a cashmere hood on his head, and a large cashmere cloak.

He held his heart in his right hand and bowed down and said, "The ram's horn is not to eat each other, but to declare the order between them. You and I go to war not just to erase each other, just because of some misunderstandings and prejudices. Our sincerity is like the grass under the 'longevity', which comes from the earth and is spotless. Now, please show your rain-like sincerity and let the grass on this grassland flourish!" While talking, the earth trembled slightly, and a row of knights rushed out of both sides of the prison car and stood in front of everyone. One by one, with helmets and sabers in hand, invincible.

Ma Jinshi took two steps and scolded loudly, "We also brought a million catties of tea. Now, can we exchange it?"

Rong Hui looked carefully and saw that the shepherd cavalry were wearing gold-scaly armor, equipped with a machete, a tomahawk, two horn bows, and two arrowheads, all of which were top-quality magic weapons. The leather bag containing dry food bulged and hung half a circle around the saddle. With excellent equipment and exquisite workmanship, I couldn't help sighing: "No wonder I can't beat others. A cavalry is worth us as a monk..." With a wry smile, he listened to the greeting from the opposite side: "The southerners are cunning. We don't believe it. We have to check it first. Get out of the way and push it far away.

Ma Jinshi snorted softly and took a step forward and argued, "You can send someone to check, but we also have to come forward to check the prisoners."

"The prisoners are all there. Don't you all see them? But we don't know whether your tea is good or bad, whether it is a tea brick or a stone!" The middle-aged man said hello: "In this way, ten people from each side will withdraw after checking that it is correct. When the remaining eight million catties of tea come, we will deliver it at one time!"

Ma Jinshi looked at Rong Hui, the old man and the two Hengshan disciples. Seeing that no one objected, he agreed loudly: "Okay!" With that, he gestured back and immediately walked to the ten monks, took out their magic plates, and walked to the prison car to investigate. When the prisoners in the car saw it, they cried for help: "Help us!" Save us!" ...The voice became louder and louder, one after another, and the voices were boiling for a moment. The rest of the monks dispersed by the tea cart and guarded.

After the other party sent tea merchants to inspect, Rong Hui retreated to the tea cart ten feet away and felt that something was wrong: "Why did they release the prisoners? There are really too many prisoners. Instead of killing them, why don't they change tea?" He gently raised his down and sat down with his knees crossed. Huang Jijing did not dare to neglect. He stood until Rong Hui was oblique and alerted.

At noon, a tea cart was sent from Guangning, Liaodong in the east to Jincheng, Gansu in the west, with a total of 9 million catties. After the nine capital divisions gathered together to discuss, they decided to transport 100,000 prisoners to Datong nearby.

Rong Hui got the news from Ma Jin's mouth and saw that there were many masters of "Taiji" in the guard, but they did not find anything wrong. Then he was relieved and wondered more: "Is the barbarian really so sincere?" Seeing that the handover was smooth, he couldn't care much about it. He whispered to Huang Jijing: "When the next 100,000 prisoners go south, there will be chaos. When it gets dark, we will leave the team and go east.

As he spoke, his mind flashed: "If there are no Han people in Qingcheng, can't you stand on the detailed work arranged in advance? Are they all mixed with prisoners? Wouldn't it be fool if the barbarian really handed over his weapons in Qingcheng? With this layer, it's better to exchange for a useful tea than to kill it. Looking up at the sky, compare your heart with your heart, and take the opportunity to think: "The front line has fallen into a stalemate and exchanged prisoners can eliminate worries and reduce the burden on the front line. And when that batch of ordnance is transported to the front line, are you afraid that you can't drink the horse river? There are still a few prisoners, what is it? ..." thinking about this, I couldn't help humming: "Dream!"

After the midday handover, everyone was refreshed and relieved, and just wanted to return to the customs quickly. So he lined up tens of thousands of spirit horses in more than 100 rows, pulled a thousand prison cars, and went straight south. It's really ten thousand horses galloping and the hoofs are like thunder.

Nine-way monks gathered together, and there were no more than a few thousand people. One hundred of them drove over the horse team, and the rest cast spells and joined hands to cover the prison car. In mid-air, the sword accompanied him and guarded back and forth. When the people in the car saw the temporary departure from the predicament, they all smiled happily and began to speak one after another.

In the golden-roof car, Lord Ma was very scared. At present, he was out of sleepy and smiled happily. He took out a strong drink from under his seat to greet everyone: "Guanwai Erguotou, come on, drink first!" With that, he divided the four small pots of wine to everyone.

Rong Hui smiled and took it, felt that it was almost time. He secretly sneered: "My tea is not that good." Look at the nose, look at the nose, look at the heart, and meditate on the magic power of rapid luck.

The wind and rain changed in a blink of an eye. Ma Jinshi felt that the air was dry and couldn't help but doubt: "What's going on? Why is it getting hot!" As soon as the words fell, the curtain was raised, and a sergeant got into it. He reported, "Your excellency, it's not good. The barbarian camp is burning!"

"Burning? Who did it!" Ma Jinshi turned pale and exclaimed, "Come on, run..." For a moment, the man hissed and fled south desperately.

Rong Hui held the wine jar and sneered: "It's well burned! In this way, some soldiers will be captured in the future, and they will have to ask us to change tea!" With that, he opened the plug, raised his head and took a soft sip, and breathed: "Good wine!"

The old man smiled happily: "I also think it's good!"

"What's good..." Ma Jinshi trembling with fear: "Burn their tea, and they will catch up immediately!"

"Hmm!" Rong Hui sneered and scolded in a low voice: "That's the enemy country. Shouldn't it catch up? Shouldn't the enemy's tea be burned? Do you think they won't recover us if we don't burn their tea? Before he finished speaking, the mantle lifted up, rushed into a sergeant, bowed and reported, "Your Excellency, the barbarian cavalry has caught up!"

"Good come!" Rong Hui stroked his palm and laughed, and ordered in a low voice, "Tell the groom to control the horse at full speed. Order all the guards not to panic. Barbarian cavalry, there is no fear!" With that, he stood up and lifted the curtain and rushed out.

"This..." The summoner looked at Ma Jinshi in a stunned manner and asked for advice.

Ma Jin was so scared that he shivered. When he came back to his senses, he knew that he had met a master and echoed: "Do as he says!" Hearing this, the old man's eyes flashed, and then got up and lifted the curtain to follow.