Just when Mrs. Li in the palace was expecting Xiao Hei and Qing Yu to bring her some good news.
Xiaohei and Qingyu have been galloping on the official road for five days.
In the past five days, the two of them witnessed countless amounts of food and grass being transported forward on the official road. There were several times when Qingyu was almost ready to take action, but Xiao Hei finally stopped him.
With the experience of the Southern Frontier of the Five Regions, Xiao Hei will not be in a hurry to get into trouble with the sergeants who are transporting food and grass on the road.
But after night fell, Xiao Hei quietly sneaked into every team he met on the road.
Qingyu didn't know what he was busy with. In her opinion, it would be enough for Xiaohei to follow her to the front of Danzhou City to see what the Northern Qi army wanted to do.
After all, she didn't expect that burning a few carts of food and grass on the road would make the other party retreat.
Hurrying slowly, seeing that it was less than a hundred miles away from Danzhou, Qingyu, who was so tired, finally decided to take a day off.
The two of them came all the way and saw that they were getting closer to Danzhou, but a misty spring rain began to fall in the sky.
Different from the mood of sitting under the eaves of the imperial city to enjoy the rain, the sky in the spring rain looked increasingly gloomy, and even Xiao Hei couldn't help but frown.
The two led their horses down the official road, trying to find a place to stay out of the rain.
Qingyu's face was obviously not very interested. Xiaohei looked at the tired look on her face, pointed to the front and said: "Sister Qingyu, there seems to be a temple in front of you."
Qingyu raised her head and looked forward. She didn't see any temple at first glance, but she saw an old tree hidden in the rain and fog.
It wasn't until the two of them walked forward for a while that they discovered a dilapidated temple in front of them. There was a wooden plaque hanging on the door with two large black characters written on it.
Qingyu couldn't help but read aloud: "Nanda, what does this mean?"
Xiao Hei shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Xiao Hei doesn't know anything about Buddhism. I can't explain it to Sister Qingyu. Only my brother can explain it to you."
A small mountain temple near the border actually had such a difficult-to-understand name. The two led their horses into the dilapidated and disrepaired temple, and finally locked Chunyu out.
The spring rain was pattering, and the temple was filled with the dampness of spring cold, which made both of them a little unhappy.
It wasn't until Xiao Hei and Qing Yu made a fire and cooked a pot of broth that they gained some life.
Along the way, the two of them had not had a good night's sleep, especially Qingyu, who had been worried about the war ahead.
Seeing the tired look on Qingyu's face, Xiao Hei stirred the broth in the pot.
While saying: "I don't know if I can defeat those guys when we get to Danzhou, but it is still possible to find their food and grass, so don't worry."
Qingyu hummed slightly.
After thinking for a while, he said: "I also know that my abilities are limited, but the empress is waiting for my good news. Xiao Hei, you have to help me!"
Xiao Hei was silent for a moment, looked at the broth in the pot and said, "I can't help you repel the Northern Qi army, but it should be possible to get them to retreat."
After filling a bowl of broth and a large piece of beef, Xiao Hei handed it to Qing Yu who was sitting beside him.
He seemed to have heard from his brother that he could not help any party fight the war or interfere in the affairs of the Zhou Dynasty, but it was not difficult for him to burn the food and fodder of the Northern Qi army.
At most, when he takes Qingqing and Yan'er back to the Imperial City of Zhou Dynasty, he doesn't need to go to the palace to find the empress. He can just stay quietly in No. 47 Wine Shop.
Qingyu took a sip of the broth, looked at him and giggled: "If you can help me burn the food and grass of the Northern Qi army, my queen will definitely make you a general when you return."
"Is that so? Then my brother will definitely scold Xiao Hei for being greedy."
Whether it was Da Qin or Da Zhou, they were just passers-by to Xiao Hei and Li Xiuyuan.
What he was currently concerned about was not whether Dazhou could win the war with Northern Qi, but he was worried that he would not be able to take Qingqing and Yan'er with him when he left.
I don’t have this ability, and I guess neither does my brother.
After much deliberation, I can only ask my brother to ask the old Taoist priest to find a solution in the future, or the old monk can come to him.
Listening to the sound of spring rain dripping outside the temple, the two of them drank a pot of soup quietly and ate all the beef in the pot.
Qingyu let out a comfortable sigh, looked at Xiao Hei who was cleaning up the pots and pans, and smiled: "I didn't expect that after seeing you for a few years, your cooking skills are getting better and better."
Xiao Hei chuckled and said, "It doesn't mean anything to me. Only the hot pot cooked by my brother and the grilled fish are delicious."
The two of them sat quietly in front of the fire. Qingyu couldn't help but ask: "Xiao Hei, have you ever been in the wild before?"
Xiao Hei added branches to the fire, thinking about the days when he escaped from the Dragon Valley alone, and couldn't help but proudly said: "When my brother was away, I also survived alone."
At that time, he was living a precarious life on the run. How could he have thought about where he would spend the night tomorrow?
While they were chatting happily, Xiao Hei frowned and looked at Qingyu in front of him and said, "Sister Qingyu, I'm afraid we won't be able to stay here peacefully."
Xiao Hei's powerful spiritual consciousness had already enveloped the area around the small temple, and he saw a dozen people on horseback coming down the official road towards the small temple.
Some of the people on the horse were wearing black gowns, and some were wearing armor. Perhaps like the two of them, they were Northern Qi soldiers heading for Danzhou City.
Looking up at the sky outside the temple, it was nightfall. Maybe the guy was as unwilling to travel at night as he was and wanted to rest in this temple.
As the group of people approached, Qingyu also felt something was wrong. She looked at Xiaohei and said, "Even if they spend the night, they can't drive us away, right?"
In her opinion, the best thing for everyone to do is to spend the night in a temple while having nothing to do.
Wait until the rain stops tomorrow or after dawn, and then leave separately. After all, this ruined temple in the mountains is not anyone's property.
Xiao Hei frowned slightly. He didn't want to be crowded with a bunch of inexplicable guys, and he might be attacked by his opponents in the middle of the night.
But at the moment, he had no choice but to smile bitterly: "Let's take a look and wait."
Before Qingyu could answer the question, he heard a creak and the heavy temple door was pushed open from the outside.
"Sir, there is someone in the temple!"
Before anyone came in, Xiao Hei and Qing Yu heard an exclamation.
Hurrah, just when Qingyu was about to scold him, seven or eight soldiers in armor suddenly rushed into the temple.
Then several monks in black shirts walked in, and the one at the back was a middle-aged man in his forties.
The middle-aged man with a thin face, like several monks around him, is dressed in black clothes comparable to the night. At first glance, he looks somewhat similar to Xiao Hei.
Looking at Xiao Hei and Qing Yu who were frowning by the fire, the middle-aged man also frowned.
Obviously, he was thinking the same thing as Xiao Hei, and he didn't want to be crowded into the same small temple with two strangers on such a night.
Who in his opinion would be bad for him? Who dares to do harm to himself?
Looking at the two siblings who suddenly appeared in front of him, the middle-aged man frowned tightly.
He asked coldly: "Where are you from? Why did you spend the night in this mountain?"
"We..." Qingyu was about to answer, but was interrupted by Xiaohei.
"We are from Shuozhou. Let's go to Qingniu Town ahead to ask our relatives. Where are you from and where are you going?"
Afraid that Qingyu would say the wrong thing, Xiaohei looked at the middle-aged man and replied coldly.
Because the people in front of him were wearing black robes, and because there were soldiers in armor staring at the two of them eagerly, Xiao Hei even sensed murderous intent from them.
Before the middle-aged man could reply, a soldier in armor not far behind him raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "My lord, that's wrong. This woman clearly has the accent of Da Zhou."
Xiao Hei sighed silently in his heart, thinking that she was indeed a stupid woman.
Why are you anxious when something happens? Aren’t you here? After living in the Imperial City of Northern Qi for four years, Xiao Hei has already acquired a local accent. Even the old shopkeeper and Qing Qing speak standard Yecheng dialect.
Unexpectedly, Qingyu opened her mouth and revealed her secret.
The middle-aged man's face turned cold, he looked at the two of them and asked, "Are you from Da Zhou?"
Xiao Hei sighed and said Youyou: "My silly sister went to Dazhou when she was a child and learned a local dialect. She has not been able to change it even after more than ten years."
After confirming the identities of the guys in front of him, Xiao Hei had no choice but to talk nonsense.
If he really had to judge Qing Yu as Da Zhou's spy based on his accent, he would have nothing to say, but he would have to struggle a few times before the other party would turn against him.
Fortunately, the other party saw that Xiao Hei was still sitting by the fire and did not look violent, and the middle-aged man obviously did not regard the two siblings he was facing as a threat to himself.
Although the expression on his face was calm, Qingyu was immediately dumbfounded by what he said.
"I don't care if you are from Dazhou or if you are a spy. This place belongs to us tonight. You can leave here."
The middle-aged man said coldly: "I will only say it once."
"Why? We came first. I also gave birth to this fire."
When Qingyu heard that the other party was going to drive her out to soak in the rain, she wondered where the two of them would spend the night in this dark night. As a maid beside the Queen, when has she ever suffered such injustice?
So, he vented his complaints regardless.
Before Qingyu could finish speaking, Xiao Hei felt a sense of fear in his heart. What made him feel uneasy was that the men in black seemed to have no feeling at all and still maintained their previous murderous aura.
It seemed as if just one word from the middle-aged man could cut the two people in front of him into pieces.
They are so immortal, why are you trying to compete with them?
Xiao Hei screamed and stood up to take Qing Yu's hand and walk out of the temple.
Not to mention the terrifying aura of these men in black, the aura of the middle-aged man made Xiao Hei very unhappy.
Now that his cultivation is restricted and he can't use talisman arrows in the small temple, isn't this asking for trouble?
Seeing the changing expression on the middle-aged man's face, Xiao Hei thought silently. He knew that the man in front of him was more terrifying than the abbot of Baiyu Temple he had seen before.
Because the opponent is trying to conceal the terrifying murderous intent that follows.
For this reason, he had no choice but to pull Qingyu and walk outside the small temple, while saying to the middle-aged man: "Forget that I am afraid of you, I will leave this place to you."
With a clang sound, the Northern Qi soldier standing at the gate pulled out his sword, looked at him and said, "You can't leave!"
Xiao Hei's clenched fist trembled slightly, he frowned in pain, looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Why? There are so many of you, so you want to bully us?"
The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly and gently wiped away the remaining rain on his lower cheek with his hand.
Looking at Xiaohei and Qingyu, he said: "You really can't leave here, because there is a battlefield ahead, unless you can clear yourself of the suspicion of being spies."
Qingyu was angry and burst out the next moment, but Xiao Hei was tightly pulled behind her.
He knew that these strong men from Yuye must want to keep the two of them in this small temple, or simply because Qingyu's accent was enough to make them murderous.
In a close combat situation, against a dozen masters and an unknown strong man alone, Xiao Hei didn't have much confidence.
It was even worse than the situation when he and Qingyu met those killers in the Imperial City.
Because that day, Xiao Hei was carrying a divine fire, and he could destroy the enemy in front of him with just a ray of flame.
The spring rain kept dripping down from the eaves of the small temple, making a ticking sound, bringing a strange and tense atmosphere to the temple.
Xiao Hei sighed, looked at the middle-aged man and asked unwillingly: "Then, sir, how can we clear our suspicions?"
He even thought about it, as long as he let himself out of this small temple, he would not hesitate to take out dozens of gold coins.
The middle-aged man looked at him and said coldly: "With your two lives!"
