The journey of the only child of a peasant family to take the imperial examination

After the two finished talking, they went in with calm expressions on their faces, and Zhao Renzhi didn't ask any more questions.

Before going to bed at night, Zhang Ping'an arranged Qian Jie and others to keep watch according to the plan.

The roof and walls of the dilapidated temple were leaking everywhere, and there was not much difference between keeping watch under the eaves and keeping watch inside the house. The environment was extremely harsh, barely better than keeping watch outdoors.

The cold wind whistled past, and everyone wrapped their clothes tightly, held their weapons in their arms, and closed their eyes to rest.

By the time the moon reached its zenith, the dilapidated temple had become very quiet.

At this time, in the endless yellow sand not far away, a group of people wearing conical hats rode horses slowly over. They were dressed in tight clothes, holding weapons in their hands, their horses' hooves were wrapped with rags, and their horses' mouths were tied with bridles. They were very quiet.

They were the group of people who rushed over after the ambush at Wutouling failed.

When he reached the door of the dilapidated temple, Qian Jie had already opened his eyes and slowly drew out the long sword in his arms. The silver blade flashed in the moonlight, reflecting the owner's solemn expression.

Although the movement was small, he still heard the subtle tapping sound, which was different from the sound of the wind.

Seeing that the night watchman at the door had woken up, the leader was a little surprised. Then he smiled under his bamboo hat, with some admiration for Qian Jie in his eyes. It seemed that this child of aristocratic family was not all useless.

The purpose of their trip was clear: to rescue pangolins.

So without saying a word, they each picked up their weapons, jumped off their horses, and rushed into the ruined temple.

Qian Jie turned sideways and raised his knife to block.

The sound of metal clashing woke up everyone in the ruined temple. They immediately jumped up and led their men to protect Zhang Pingan.

"Keep an eye on the pangolin!" Zhang Ping'an shouted immediately after seeing the situation clearly.

Zhao Renzhi was closest to the pangolin. Upon hearing this, he led his men to rush to the pangolin and guarded him, while at the same time being wary of those men in conical hats who were trying to attack him.

The pangolin obviously recognized the person who came, and his eyes brightened a little, but he didn't say anything.

In a short while, the ruined temple was in chaos, with two groups of people fighting each other and the sound of weapons clashing could be heard everywhere.

Although Zhang Ping'an is not a master, he knows some martial arts.

Judging from the moves used by the people who came to rescue, you can tell that they are all top-notch experts.

Unlike those who learn in school or from martial arts masters, these people have all kinds of deadly moves in their hands, which have been honed through thousands of fights with the enemies. They are clean and neat.

The last time Chibao and his group fought against them, they were not completely wiped out. It seems that the other party showed mercy.

It was the same this time. After half an hour, these people gradually gained the upper hand.

The leading man spoke in a deep voice during the fight, "We're here only to save people and don't want to hurt innocent people. If you continue to fight, don't blame us for being ruthless!"

"Do you know who we are? How dare you rob people from the imperial court?" Zhao Renzhi frowned and asked in a cold voice with great momentum.

This statement is mainly meant to test.

There are not many such masters among the people. It would be ridiculous to tell others that such a big fuss was made just to save a tomb robber who was digging in the soil!

The man in the hat was very smart and knew that this was a test.

This time he really laughed, and there was a hint of coldness in his laughter. "Stop talking nonsense, hand him over if you want to live!"

If they were not important officials of the court and were not appointed by the emperor himself as ministers on the western tour, they would not have shown such mercy.

After all, if these people really died in the northwest, it would be a slap in the face of the imperial court. The imperial court would not let it go, and it would also cause a lot of trouble to the garrisons in various parts of the northwest.

Although they did have the idea of ​​killing to silence the witness before.

But my adoptive father has already given me repeated orders, so now is not the time to turn against me.

It would be good to be able to temporarily maintain superficial peace with the court.

After hearing what the other party said, Zhang Pingan's suspicions were mostly confirmed.

So he stopped arguing and shouted back, "Since we are not as skilled as them, then take them away!"

"No!" Zhao Renzhi rejected the idea outright, then frowned and looked at Zhang Pingan: "We caught this with great difficulty."

"Brother Zhao, I am the leader!" Zhang Pingan raised his hand to stop him without allowing any room for refusal, his words loud and clear.

After that, he ordered Chibao to go over and untie the shackles of Pangolin, "Let him go!"

After the pangolin was untied, it moved its wrists and looked at Zhao Renzhi with a provocative and mocking look.

It seems to be saying, what can you do to me?

Zhao Renzhi was so angry that he clenched his fists tightly and resisted the urge to attack.

"Okay, let's go, stop showing off!" The leader slapped the pangolin on the back in frustration.

The group quickly went out, mounted their horses and ran away, and soon their backs were submerged in the endless yellow sand under the night sky.

"Why do we have to let him go? There are so many of us here, it's not impossible to give it a try," Zhao Renzhi was very angry.