Riding the Pheonix Chapter 416: Exit customs

Everyone in the Yang family was very excited when they heard that they were going to the gravel slope.

They are all elites selected from the younger generations by the eldest princess and the old marquis. They have been carefully raised since childhood. When they are old, they have to go to the army to gain experience, and then they return to Yang Shu as servants.

In other words, they are real soldiers who have fought in the war. How can they not yearn to return to the battlefield?

When Ning Xiu heard about this, he silently took out his sword from the piano and wiped it several times.

When Yang Shu came over, the two brothers sat for a while before he asked: "Did you do it on purpose?"

"What?"

"If you can find Zong Xu, the Zong family will definitely be grateful to you."

Yang Shu smiled: "I don't deny this factor, but if I want to go to the gravel slope, the main reason is that I don't want to sit around and do nothing."

Ning Xiu thought for a while and nodded.

"Senior brother, do you agree with me?"

Ning Xiu polished the blade of the sword, inserted it back into the piano, and then said: "As long as you don't do evil things."

Everyone packed up and got on their horses.

Yang Shu looked at Mingwei and followed him out, frowned and said, "You are cold. It's better not to go out in such a cold weather."

Ming smiled and said: "You don't want to just sit here, and I certainly don't want to either. Besides, I don't trust you if you go like this. Even if something happens, it's always good to be together."

In front of so many people, she spoke without changing her expression, and Yang Shu felt a little embarrassed.

After hesitating twice, he said: "You can follow me if you insist. Wear thicker clothes and don't forget to wear soft armor underneath."

Mingwei wrapped her cloak and said, "Don't worry, I'm all dressed."

The Baimenxia city gate opened again, and more than thirty riders rode out of the city gate and headed north along the avenue.

Zong Rui came out specially to see them off. He was filled with emotion as he watched their backs slowly disappear into the snow.

"They say Yang San is a fool, but I didn't expect that at this moment, he would be willing to risk his life to lend a helping hand."

Hearing what he said, Joining the Army was also very sad: "I went to the capital a few years ago and heard that Young Master Yang was famous for his nonsense. I thought he was just a fool with false appearances. Only when I met the real person did I realize how wrong the rumors were. Outrageous. What a pity, why can’t his identity be revealed to the public?”

This soldier was Zong Xu’s confidant and was present the night he was arrested.

Zong Rui lowered his voice: "Even if his identity is revealed, there is no chance. There are several princes, where is his turn?"

Think about it and say: "No matter how we fight above, our clan will only abide by the ancestral precepts and be loyal to the emperor and protect the country. Don't say those words next time."

Joining the army nodded yes.

He also sighed for a moment, knowing in his heart that not only did Yang Shu have no chance, but it was not easy to save his life.

"Let's go back, it's time for the battle report of Ningyi Pass."

……

Guo Xu was also on the city wall at this time, but not with Zong Rui.

Seeing him frowning and looking at the place where Yang Shu and his party left, his nephew asked tentatively: "Uncle Six, are you unhappy?"

Guo Xu shook his head and said, "I just can't figure out what Yang San wants to do?"

The nephew said: "Going to the north in the wind and snow is not a trick, right? After all, it is the front line, and there are still snow difficulties. If you are not careful, you will lose your life." He added, "I didn't expect Yang San The young master is so loyal that the clan himself does not dare to send people easily, but he left without saying a word."

Guo Xu's brows did not relax at all.

In fact, his nephew's kind words made him even more suspicious.

This kind of crisis is a good time to win people's hearts. Look at his nephew, who follows him every day and doesn't have any good impressions of Yang San. Now he actually starts to say good things about him.

Mr. Guo, who had been cheated into disgrace in Beijing, instinctively doubted everything.

……

It is extremely difficult to march in the snow. From Baimen Gorge to the gravel slope, the horse only has one day's journey, and it took them three full days to get there.

Yang Shu sighed: "If General Zong was really buried in the snow, his body would freeze to dry after so many days."

Mingwei said casually: "I think the luck around him is condensed, so he shouldn't be so unlucky. Maybe he is blocked by snow somewhere and can't get out."

Yang Shu asked: "What about our luck? If he is fine, we will be unlucky, right?"

Ming Xiao smiled: "Your appearance is not in line with your luck, how can you tell it accurately? It's already bad enough anyway, what's there to be afraid of?"

Yang Shu murmured: "These words are really unpleasant..."

"It's not easy to be nice. I'm going to say a lot of nice things right now. Do you believe it or not?"

Yang Shu quickly waved his hand: "Forget it, what kind of magic stick is this?"

Ming smiled and turned to Ning Xiu and asked: "Sir, let's go take a look at the terrain?"

"Okay." Ning Xiu answered simply.

So the group dismounted, found a place leeward to bury a pot to boil water, and rested.

Mingwei and Ningxiu used Qinggong to find high ground to observe the mountain.

The two of them stood on a high **** and had an unobstructed view of the surrounding terrain.

Ming Wei said: "The trend of the mountains here coincides with the formation gate. Master told me in the early years that the so-called formations all come from the mountains and rivers, and it is true."

Ning Xiu gave her a strange look.

"What's wrong, sir? Am I right?"

Ning Xiu shook his head: "My master also said the same when I was young."

Speaking of this, Mingwei asked: "Sir, do you think that the mystical arts we have learned are quite similar?"

Ning Xiu nodded. ~IndoMTL.com~ It’s really weird, my school has always been a single generation..."

"Me too." Ning Xiu said, "Although the master has accepted two disciples, all the mystical arts were taught to me. The younger brother only learned that swordsmanship."

"But sir, I have not studied mystical arts intensively."

Ning Xiu said frankly: "I am not that deeply interested in mystical arts, and my level is far inferior to that of my master. Your mystical arts are much better than mine, but we have many things in common. Sometimes I feel that you are the only one who has the same skills." He is the direct disciple of our ancestor."

Mingwei is thoughtful.

Ning Xiu didn’t know that she came from decades later. Looking at it from today’s perspective, he naturally couldn’t guess her master’s sect.

There are so many similarities that Mingwei can't help but think about a possibility.

In terms of age, Ning Xiu is almost the same as his master.

However, the master only passed down the name of master. I wonder if Ning Xiu was his name before he became a monk.

Calculating the time, the time for the master to return to the destiny master inheritance is not far away. If you pay attention then, you should be able to know whether this guess is true.

Over there, Ning Xiu picked up a branch and drew a formation pattern in the snow.

When the painting is finished, call her over: "Come and take a look, is what I painted right? This coincides with the Eight Doors. If you can find the Sheng Door, you might be able to find the location of General Zong."

Mingwei looked at it carefully, added a few strokes, and discussed with him: "This is the Jingmen. This is the place where the door should be closed. If the door is open... this is the place."

Ning Xiu clicked on another place: "The door is open here, the door of death is here. We avoid the door of death, and it is safest to open the door to Xiu and then to the door of life."

"Yeah. Let's go. We have to speed up. The snow is falling so hard. It would be bad if the eight gates change."...