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Hasan handed the horse's reins and whip to the soldiers, helped the old man up with his own hands, and said, "Mr. Boyan, you are so polite. Excuse me, how far is it from the Wei Si?"
Boyan stood up, patted the snow on his leather robe, and said, "Go back to the official. Wei Si is a hundred and sixty miles away from here. It seems that the official has already passed through Wei Si."
¡°Ha San understood it, he missed it, it didn¡¯t matter, he had no intention of settling down in the first place.
Boyan offered Ha San to the inside of the felt bag, but Ha San politely refused, saying: "Thank you sir for your kindness. We are following the Holy Spirit's decree to patrol the west on official business. The imperial court strictly decrees that no one is allowed to disturb the people along the way. Violators will be punished."
Boyan put his right hand on his chest and said: "The Celestial Empire has been a teacher of benevolence and righteousness since ancient times, and I admire you. I am the chief of the pavilion here. If you need help, just ask."
Ha San said: "If I don't hide it from my father-in-law, it's hard to explain in one sentence."
Boyan knew that he must have encountered difficulties and said: "It's freezing outside and the mountains are cold. Please come inside and serve tea. Isn't this against the imperial edict?"
Ha San said: "Being respectful is not as good as obeying orders. That would disturb my father-in-law."
Ha San asked the others to stay outside and walked into the big tent with his soldiers. Boyan went first, opened the curtain, and Ha San walked in, followed by his own soldiers. Just as he took a step forward, he saw a flash of cold light. He screamed secretly and found that the cold light was screaming and running towards the soldiers. Ha San was unable to save him in time, and the soldier's horse whip was cut into two pieces.
It was a dart. After cutting off the horse whip, it penetrated into the upright post of the felt bag, reaching the root. The red cherry tassel was still trembling.
Ha San secretly cheered: "What a powerful force, what a precise technique."
Boyan shouted: "Nalan, don't be rude!"
Ha San turned around, his face turned pale with fright when he saw his own soldier, and scolded: "Are you a new soldier? Stand down!"
Veterans all know that you cannot bring a horse whip into someone else¡¯s yurt, as this is a great provocation to the owner. The soldiers looked ashamed. It was not that they didn't know, but they had forgotten. In fact, it was the mentality of the officers and soldiers. They didn't care about these things when they entered civilian houses and ignored them. After being scolded, I had to retreat.
Ha San apologized repeatedly. At this time, a woman of eighteen or nineteen stood up, walked over, looked at Ha San, and said coldly: "Are you Mongolian or Han?" The first four words are Mongolian, and the last four are Chinese.
Ha San thought that this person must be Nalan, and replied: "He is Mongolian and also Han." It was also half Mongolian and half Chinese. Before she finished speaking, Nalan ducked away, sat back down, and concentrated on making her leather scabbard.
Ha San was a little embarrassed.
Boyan said: "Master, please sit down."
At this time, two women, one old and one young, walked behind a screen and soon served tea.
Ha San thanked him and briefly told what happened at night. Before Boyan could say anything, Nalan chuckled and said, "Master, do you know about seeking Buddhist scriptures from the West? These people, like Zhu Bajie, drank the water from the Zimu River and got pregnant, right? Congratulations."
Ha San really wanted to go over and slap him with a few big-eared melon seeds. This stinky bitch is so annoying. He suppressed his anger and said, "Miss, you are joking."
Boyan stopped Nalan and said, "Is the official coming from an old city?"
Ha San nodded.
"You guys camped there, right?"
Ha San said: "Yes, is there anything wrong?"
"Where is your guide? He should know that camping is not allowed there."
Seeing what he said clearly, Ha San knew that there were some ways. Hope arose in his heart and he humbly asked for advice.
Boyan said that it was a city from the Quanrong period and had been abandoned for thousands of years. When the poor people nearby died and had no money to buy a cemetery, they threw it there. As time passed, the yin energy became too strong. Gradually, the people nearby also moved away, and the yin energy became more and more serious. Merchants who come and go often encounter weird things like ghosts breaking into walls. Leaving something behind and burning some paper money will be fine.
It¡¯s normal to go to Macheng here and catch up with the dark night. It¡¯s normal to be trapped there for a night. Usually, the regular customers who pass by usually go in groups of three or five and go during the day. People nearby call this place Poor Ghost Village.
Boyan motioned for Hasan to drink tea, and drank some himself, and then introduced: These poor devils generally do not fight against official officials. Logically speaking, a large envoy like Hasan should be able to suppress them. They usually take the form of humans and come out to ask for things, but they can't change things, and they can't eat their food. In all these years, I have never seen them harm anyone, certainly not to kill anyone.
He emphasized again: "This incident is very strange and not normal."
Ha San stood up and sang for a while, and said: "Since the old people know it, there is naturally a way to dissolve the soil. I hope you will be generous."Give me some advice. "
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Nalan's "hum". Ha San took a peek and saw that the girl's beautiful face was filled with the word disdain.
At this time, the soldiers came to report that they had set up camp and found the water source. The envoy ordered them to return quickly. Ha San nodded.
Boyan said: "Master, we also have a Celestial Master here. Since I am busy with official duties, please go back to the camp first. After a while, I will take the Celestial Master to visit the camp."
Ha San was overjoyed and left with a lot of gratitude. Several family members stood up and bowed, which is the Mongolian hospitality.
Looking at Nalan again, he was doing his work as if nothing had happened, with a look of disdain and mockery on his face. Ha San knew that it was time to show off. He passed by her and casually picked up the awl she used to do her work. He played with it for a while, threw it away, and the awl pierced the pillar like a cold light.
Everyone heard something falling to the ground with a "thud".
Hasan smiled slightly and said humbly: "Farewell, old man, please stay. See you at the camp later."
Boyan sent it out. Nalan quickly stood up and ran towards the pillar. Only the handle of the awl was left, but his dart was lying on the ground. It was the awl that pushed the dart out. Nalan blushed unconsciously. Only then did we understand what it means to be "a strong man has a strong hand, and behind a capable man there is a capable man."
When Ha San returned to the camp, dinner was already ready. He arrived at the Chinese army's tent and reported what he had discovered. Before he could finish the report, he heard a noise outside the camp gate.
Ha San said: "It doesn't matter, Boyan must be here." Then he explained what Boyan meant.
Li Da was happy and said: "Set off the cannons and open the middle gate to welcome the guests."
Three dull cannon shots rang out, and Li Da led the civil and military personnel to the gate of the camp. But what surprised Li Da and others was that no less than a hundred people, men and women, old and young, came. Looking at these people, no one is empty-handed. Both adults and children are carrying gifts, most of which are food and drink.
Wen Da was in trouble, and Li Da had no idea for a moment, but three cannons had been fired, so he couldn't refuse the door, so he turned to look at Chen Lu.
Chen Lu said: "We all left the camp, leaving Hu Chun Baihu behind, leading some soldiers to guard the camp and take care of the sick. The others followed us out, took out the food we cooked, and drank and danced with the villagers. .¡±
Ha San admired him in his heart. The Mongols are hospitable and there is no barrier between them and the Han people. Once they reject them, it will not end well. Mr. Chen's travels were not in vain. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com