In June of the ninth year of Wude.
Youzhou,
Lu County,
Valley of the Gods.
On the muddy path, a majestic caravan was slowly walking towards the southern forest.
They all wore blue coats and carried broadswords on their waists. They were about the same height and size. They walked in neat steps and guarded the carriages covered with Yang's flags.
The goods were all carried by Dawan horses. It could be seen from the wheel marks passing by that the goods carried this time were very heavy. Behind each carriage was a boy holding a cloth bag to pick up the dropped items.
Suddenly a scream broke the lifeless atmosphere!
"Young Master, it's not good, the caravan seems to be in trouble!"
A maid about fifteen years old rushed to the front of a relatively luxurious carriage, with a slightly frightened expression and shouted breathlessly.
There was no movement for a long time, and an ominous premonition came to mind. The little maid ignored the etiquette of dignity, jumped onto the carriage frame, and opened the curtain of the carriage.
"It's not good! Something happened to the young master, please come quickly!"
Seeing Yang Ming who had collapsed on the ground and his hall turned black, the little maid shouted loudly to the caravan!
At this time, this team under the banner of "Yang" has long lost its former vitality.
All the masters of the Yang family were leaning on the nearby goods at the moment, breathing heavily, and even taking a deep breath found it a little difficult.
At this time, they could do nothing but look at the carriage with anxious eyes.
"What happened? Young Master, please wake up!"
"Whoa, whoa, what should we do? Why are everyone poisoned! Where can we find a doctor in this wilderness?"
Just when the little maid was in a state of despair, hugging Yang Ming and crying till she was in tears.
A group of men in black armed with various weapons jeered and walked calmly out of the rocks on the side of the caravan.
The leader, a scarred man with a ferocious face, stood on the rock and said, holding a Tang Jun Mo Dao that he got from nowhere.
"Hahaha! Butler Zhao is really good at getting such a powerful poison. Nowadays, these so-called masters of the Yang family can even deal with dolls wearing crotch pants!"
After confirming the safety, a thin man with slightly curly hair stared at Xiao Cui on the carriage with a sly look. Then he ran up to Scarface and said in a low voice:
"Boss, there is a maid in that carriage who looks pretty and fresh. She doesn't seem to have been poisoned. Can you see if you can..."
Scarface glared angrily, slapped that wretched face, and said angrily:
"Fuck you! What are you thinking about every day? Sooner or later, you will die on a woman's belly. We can't leave anyone alive during this mission. Don't let your lower body ruin the rest of your life!"
At this time, the little maid standing on the carriage holding Yang Ming and watching the group of men in black gnashing her teeth was called Xiaocui. She followed Yang Mudan as a dowry maid a few years ago and married the warrior Tong.
The Xuanwu Gate incident made the warrior Xun panic all day long, so he quietly asked Xiaocui to cross Chencang secretly and follow the Yang family's caravan to Youzhou to transport some supplies back to the Yang family in Daizhou.
The person responsible for returning from the Khitan trade was Yang Ming, the eldest son of the Hongnong Yang family.
“Open your eyes and see, we are the Hongnong Yang family’s caravan.
Do you guys think you have a long life? Dare to rob Yang's caravan! If you are sensible, please hand over the antidote and leave, otherwise you will not blame us for being rude! "
Xiaocui was not afraid of danger and put her hands on her hips, taking the lead, thinking of using the name of the Hongnong Yang family to scare away these men in black!
"Yo Xi! This little girl still wants to be rude to us?"
"Hahaha! This girl is not a big person, but her tone is not small!"
"I'll tell you the truth! It's you Hongnong Yang who we robbed. You're a little brat. If you know what you're doing, you should be captured quickly. Maybe our boss will go easy on you!"
Seeing the slight frown on Xiao Cui's beautiful brows, the group of men in black were not frightened, but instead became interested and walked towards the carriage teasingly!
"Xiao Cui, take the young master away quickly!"
The guard leader, who had just been lying on the ground like a salted fish, now burst out with all his strength and suddenly pounced on the group of men in black.
Immediately afterwards, the other dozens of people in the caravan also let out a roar as if in tacit agreement, and rushed towards the man in black with all their might.
Holding hands, holding hands, holding feet, just hoping to resist the advance of the man in black!
but!
All in vain!
Just like what the man in black said, the entire Yang's caravan was inexplicably poisoned and was so weak that it was impossible to resist this group of unscrupulous men in black.
"Hahaha! You still claim to be a master guard of the Hongnong Yang family! Bah! You are so majestic in the past!"
Curly Hair picked up the long knife, stepped on the head of the guard leader who just rushed over, and said with a joking expression.
He was so proud that in the blink of an eye, he chopped up melons and vegetables, killing several masters of the Yang family who had always been superior in the past.
"Haha, for calling you arrogant, you were destroyed by the group! This master of the Yang family is nothing more than that!"
Scarface saw the people below slaughtering the masters of the Yang family who came one after another like chickens and sheep, and he said a little unhappily:
"Be careful not to leave anyone alive. Speed up and clean up this group of waste."
"That girl Fianzi actually carried the target man on her back and ran away! We have to chase him quickly! We must kill the man on the girl's back today!"
Hearing the demonic shouting behind him, Yang Ming, who was being carried away by Xiao Cui towards the forest, suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes, turned his head with difficulty, and stared at these insidious butchers. . .
