After Fang Jie's carriage entered the courtyard of the Marquis of Sanjin, the watchers outside waited for half an hour before the gate opened again. I thought that Wu Yidao and the others would leave the city immediately when the gate of Chang'an City opened, but who would have thought that they would stay inside for such a long time. And the moment the door opened, everyone outside who watched in the dark was taken aback.
More than one carriage came out of the door. But eight identical carriages in a row. The drivers driving the carriages all wore bamboo hats and lowered their heads, and it was impossible to tell who was who in the same clothes. Even looking at the figure, there is almost no difference, which instantly makes the people in the dark dumbfounded.
Eight carriages filed out, four to the left and four to the right. Every time they crossed a street, a carriage was sent out, and the eight carriages actually took eight different routes.
"what to do?"
Zhang Kuang, who was sitting at the table of a food stall, changed his expression, and subconsciously asked Mo Xidao beside him.
Mo Xidao didn't expect to encounter such a situation. He pondered for a while and ordered the people around him: "Go and tell the subordinates of those adults to keep an eye on the four carriages going to the left. The Snake Guards People stared at the carriage going to the right. As long as they left Chang'an City, they would attack. Wu Yidao wanted to disperse our people, so his own people were separated because of this. He didn't have many people, so he would go in eight carriages. , What kind of manpower can he have! An idiot-like strategy, if he gathers all the manpower to stay by his side, he still has the strength to fight!"
"Here!"
The snake guard beside him responded, and turned to look for the subordinates sent by the adults.
"Let's go."
Mo washed his knife and got up, took out a handful of copper coins from his cuff and put them on the table to pay for breakfast. He counted carefully, picked up the extra copper coin and stuffed it into his cuff. This action made Zhang Kuang's heart sore, and when he thought of himself again, the hatred in Zhang Kuang's heart burst out inexplicably.
"I hope we won't stop Fang Jie."
He whispered something, got up and walked out to the right of the street.
Mo Xidao shook his head and looked at the package beside him. Inside the package was his weapon, the Huan Shou Dao that had harvested countless heads in Eastern Chu. After picking up the package on his back, he glanced back at the gate of Sanjinhou Mansion, his eyes suddenly changed, then he walked back and sat down.
"Tell Captain Zhang to lead someone to chase me. I still have something to do here. You all go with Captain Zhang."
The snake guard beside him nodded and left, leaving only himself. After sitting down, Mo Xidao took out the remaining copper coin from his cuff and held it in his hand to play with. After waiting like this for more than half an hour, suddenly the gate of the Marquis of Sanjin opened again, and two identical carriages came out of the Marquis's mansion. After the drivers looked at each other, they waved their whips and drove the carriages in opposite directions. out.
Mo Xidao smiled coldly, and carefully looked at the two carriages. Judging from the speed at which the horse-drawn carriage started, the weight of the carriage to the left was much lighter. He immediately got up and followed the carriage, keeping a close distance. Another carriage went to the right, and it seemed that it was going to leave Chang'an through Dongcheng.
The reason why Mo Xidao had to judge which carriage was heavier was because he knew that Fang Jie was a person who was afraid of death. Fang Jie would never send away people he could trust, that is to say, Shen Qingfan and others should be in the carriage, so the carriage seemed heavy. The other carriage was obviously much lighter, and Mo Xidao suspected that Wu Yidao was in this carriage.
The eight horse-drawn carriages before may have been all blindfolds.
Zhang Kuang, who had already taken people out for a long distance, ordered his subordinates: "Don't kill indiscriminately and cause unnecessary trouble. If you have alarmed the guards in the Ouchi or the Chang'an Mansion before killing Wu Yidao, today's errands will be difficult. Divide into four teams, and intercept the carriages one by one after they leave the city, and let the carriages leave if there is no Wu Yiyi in the carriage."
"Here!"
The snake guards under him responded, and quickly divided into four teams and chased after the carriage.
Just after Zhang Kuang gave his orders, he found another carriage coming up from behind. Zhang Kuang's face changed, he hesitated for a while, but he gritted his teeth and followed.
I don't know why, but His Majesty the Emperor went to court today much later than before. Moreover, the emperor seemed to be very talkative, calling out the adults from various ministries to inquire about matters from time to time. As a result, today's morning court was delayed a lot more than before, and many people in the Tai Chi Hall looked anxious, as if they were sitting on pins and needles.
The emperor just didn't announce his withdrawal from the court, so they could only endure it anxiously.
The five carriages heading to the left chose different city gates to go out, in different order. Although the Snake Guard has a lot of manpower, the strength assigned to them seems a little insufficient. Zhang Kuang sent someone back to Prince Yi's Mansion to ask for instructions, and half an hour later, there was another person beside him, a person that Zhang Kuang hated very much.
This young man, who was wearing a scholar's Confucian shirt, was too yin. Zhang Kuang hates him because he can feel that this person is dangerous.
"My lord asked you to guard the yard, why did you follow?"
He asked in a cold voice.
Fang Henshui, who was following him, smiled and said, "The things in the yard are actually not important at all. They are nothing more than flags and signs, and they are buried in the yard. Manager Qin sent someone for these things last night. They were all transported away and distributed, so it doesn't make sense for me to stay there. You asked Steward Qin for help before, and Steward Qin asked me to help."
Zhang Kuang frowned and said, "There are so many carriages, why did you follow me?"
Fang Henshui smiled and said: "Because I know you are a very good scout, if there are really Fang Jie or Wu Yiyi in the five carriages going this way, then they must be in the carriage you chose to follow. Wu Yidao, you come to kill. If it is Fang Jie... I guess you may not be able to fight, and you may not be able to fight, so I am here."
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Chunhe Gate is a relatively small gate among the many gates in the East City of Chang'an. The guards here are usually guarded by Zuo Wuwei of the Sui Dynasty. But Zuo Wuwei will send troops tomorrow, so the task of defending the city is handed over to General Xu Xiaogong's You Zuowei. A carriage came slowly from the city. After the driver stopped at the gate, he showed his customs clearance certificate to the city gate guards. The guards checked it and let it go without embarrassment.
After thanking the coachman, he returned to the carriage, flicked his whip and drove the carriage out of Chunhemen.
Not long after the carriage left, a team of dozens of people escorted the two carriages to the door. The dart flag was planted on the car, obviously it was a team of some dart bureau in the city. The Escort Bureau had detailed reports in Chang'an Mansion, so they were allowed to travel with weapons, and they had to check in detail when entering and leaving Chang'an, so the defenders of the general city gates were also familiar with them. But today is different. The guards at the city gate are the newly recruited soldiers from Youzuowei.
In order not to make mistakes, the defenders checked carefully, but found that one of the two carriages was empty, and a young man in a Confucian shirt and a middle-aged man in a heavy suit were sitting in the other.
The soldiers inquired carefully, and found out that the team of the Escort Bureau was not leaving the darts, but to pick up the darts, and there would be nothing wrong with leaving the city empty, so the soldiers let them go. When going out, Fang Henshui, who was sitting in the carriage, couldn't help laughing, and he didn't know why he thought it was funny.
Zhang Kuang gave him a blank look, but didn't speak.
"Are you nervous?"
Fang Henshui asked.
Zhang Kuang still ignored it, but took out the horizontal knife from the package and began to wipe it carefully.
Fang Henshui said in a gentle tone: "A person only finds some seemingly boring things to do when he is nervous, such as... cleaning his own weapon. Your weapon is very clean and not stained with blood. What is there to wipe? In fact, you are doing this because of a guilty conscience, because you will attack your friends."
"Shut up!"
Zhang Kuang snorted coldly.
"OK."
Fang Henshui smiled and said: "If you really don't want to do it, you can think about whether your friends will be kind to you when you do it for a while?"
south city.
A carriage had to stop about ten miles out of town because the road was impassable. Dozens of men in heavy clothes stopped in the middle of the official road, and they had already drawn out the knives around their waists. After the carriage stopped, many people rushed out from the woods on the side of the road, blocking the retreat of the carriage.
This carriage was the fifth carriage heading to Nancheng, and it was the one that Mo Xidao was watching personally. The snake guards all went to the east city, and those who surrounded the carriage were the subordinates of those courtiers. No matter which court official, there will be many quacks in his house. Although Chang'an City is very peaceful, after all, they will cherish their lives even more after reaching this status.
These killers often have homicides on them, and because of their good cultivation, they were secretly rescued and became private bodyguards. They all had a fierce look on them, and they stared at the carriage coldly.
The driver who drove the carriage took off his bamboo hat, turned his head to the carriage and said with a smile: "There are not many people, Fang Xie is a good way to disperse the enemy."
The person in the carriage hummed and said lightly: "Then clean it up quickly, we don't have much time."
"Understood."
The coachman responded, untied the coir raincoat he was wearing and threw it aside. After taking off the bamboo hat and coir raincoat, I realized that the coachman turned out to be a surprisingly fat guy. He was wearing brand new clothes, and many people in Chang'an City could tell at a glance that the clothes were expensive, even though they were only commoner clothes.
After standing up from the carriage, he stretched his body, and then suddenly a little bit of his feet flew out like a large ball of cotton wool. His figure doesn't look very fast, but his erratic appearance is hard to figure out. The twenty or so men standing in front of him swung their knives to meet him, and surrounded the fat man. But the fat man's movement was so weird that the twenty or so horizontal knives couldn't even touch his clothes.
The dozen or so killers behind did not dare to rush directly to the carriage, but took off the hard bow from their backs and began to shoot arrows at the carriage. They didn't stop until their arms were sore and numb. Each of them had to shoot at least ten feather arrows. Although the compartment of the carriage was very strong, there were still many feathered arrows shot through the windows. It looks like the carriage is like a big hedgehog.
The killers looked at each other, then dropped their hard bows and drew their knives and rushed forward. At this moment, a man flew out of the carriage, as thin as a stick, wearing a ragged leather jacket. The speed of jumping out was extremely fast. There was no weapon in his hand, but a pair of gloves with steel spikes.
Soon, the fat man in front and the thin man in the back were surrounded by killers.
At this moment, a figure swept out from behind the crowd. In mid-air, the man drew out the ring-head knife on his back, and slashed down in the air. A sharp and fierce knife slashed fiercely on the carriage, and with a bang, it split the carriage in half!
The carriage was shattered, and Mo Xidao, who appeared at the right time, quickly chopped down with the second knife!
There was only one person left in the carriage, wearing the iconic royal blue brocade coat.
It was Wu Yidao, the richest man in the Sui Dynasty, Marquis of Sanjin!
At this time, there was no guard by his side.
There was joy in Mo Xidao's eyes, he was always confident in his own strikes. In the report record of the Yanwu Academy, he wrote down the cultivation base of the fifth rank. In fact, as early as three years ago, he had been promoted to the seventh rank. He can transform his inner strength into saber energy, which is majestic.
The moment he slashed for the second time, the joy in his eyes suddenly disappeared, replaced by surprise and a trace of fear.
Wu Yiyi sat in the carriage with a calm expression, without a guard by his side.
But there are arrows.
Twenty or so feathered arrows that the killers had shot into the carriage before now floated peacefully in front of Wu Yidao, as well-behaved as pets trying to please their masters. When Mo Xidao's knife fell, Wu Yiyi slowly raised his head to look at the figure in mid-air, and then stretched out his hand and pointed forward.
In an instant, those feathered arrows, like flying eagles that had been ordered, suddenly turned around and shot towards Mo Xidao like a torrential rain!