"Brother Huizhi, wasn't your Imperial Censorate ordered by the Queen Mother to stay in Yaohanjing?"

"Brother Ziyu, I have already resigned from my position as the Imperial Censor. This time I came with you to the Moon Mountain to witness the grand ceremony of His Majesty receiving the mandate from Heaven. I also want to guard the tomb for the late emperor."

Beside the busy official road, a tall and thin scholar dismounted from his horse, returned the greeting to a young scholar, and explained.

"The Empress Dowager has approved the resignation I submitted a few days ago. For the next three years... I will live at the foot of Jiyue Mountain. The late emperor's kindness is truly unforgettable."

"I see."

Zhao Rong nodded.

Zhang Huizhi turned around and looked at the two carriages behind him.

Sitting inside were women and children, as well as several disabled old servants.

He turned around and said calmly:

"I brought my wife and my son with me on this trip, as well as some...old men in the mansion. My wife is weak and easily sick, so she needs to be taken care of by her. My son is young and stupid, so he needs to be brought along to supervise him."

At the back, the ordinary-looking woman with the dull child stood up and saluted her husband's friend.

Zhao Rong smiled, bowed in return, and then glanced at those disabled and miserable old servants.

Zhang Huizhi glanced at him, lowered his head and explained:

"Some of those old men are veterans who have retired from the battlefield, and some are farmers who were in difficult circumstances when I was a county magistrate. They insisted on following me and have always been with me. Although we are in a master-servant relationship, they are actually my family members."

Zhao Rong retracted his gaze and said seriously, "Brother Huizhi is so noble and upright. I am ashamed."

Zhang Huizhi looked solemn and shook his head, "Brother Ziyu, please don't be like this. There is no need to raise it to a moral level at this time. Just follow your heart."

Zhao Rong couldn't help but look at him a little more and bowed.

Soon, the two Confucian scholars mounted their horses and chatted as they walked.

Not walking fast.

Li Bai and the two carriages followed slowly behind them.

Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze from the huge and silent funeral procession next to him, and said thoughtfully:

"Brother Huizhi, it turns out that the Dragon Mausoleum of the Li royal family was built on Jiyue Mountain?"

The young scholar frowned slightly.

He was fully responsible for the moon-worshipping and Fengshan-offering ceremonies, and he had not known before that the Dugu clan had made such an arrangement.

She didn't mention it. Maybe she forgot or she felt that the burial of the late emperor of Dali had little to do with the Fengshan ceremony, so she didn't tell him.

Zhang Huizhi blocked his mouth and whispered:

"Brother Ziyu, the imperial mausoleum involves the dragon vein of the royal family. The fact that it was built somewhere in Jiyue Mountain was considered a semi-secret before. In addition, the late emperor had the style of ancient wise kings and advocated simple burials and funerals a long time ago. It should not be grand and wasteful. Therefore, few people know about the imperial mausoleum...

"We also came to the Jiyue Mountain for burial this time... Didn't the Queen Mother tell you before? Well... probably because she didn't want Brother Ziyu to be distracted. It's better for us not to talk about this matter."

Zhao Rong thought about it, his brows gradually relaxed, and he nodded, "Yes, that's right."

The two chatted for a while, and the troops on the official road gradually slowed down. A soldier rode a horse to announce his order:

"The Queen Mother has ordered us to rest here and set off in half an hour..."

The large group in front stopped.

Zhao Rong and Zhang Huizhi looked at each other and dismounted together.

"Brother Zhao, how about a drink?"

Zhang Huizhi suddenly turned around and made a suggestion.

The young scholar looked up at the sunny weather and smiled:

"Of course."

The tall and thin scholar nodded and gave a few instructions to the two carriages.

The simple woman got out of the car sensibly and went to get some drinks and snacks.

In another carriage carrying old servants, the disabled old servants each performed their duties.

An old servant with one eye blind jumped down from the carriage and brought a small table.

Some of the other old servants got off the carriage to relieve themselves, while others took out hay to feed the horses.

The one-eyed old servant carried the small table and placed it on a bluestone by the side of the road.

The tablecloth was laid out and two stools were placed.

Mrs. Jianpu placed the wine jug and dessert tray on the table.

Zhao Rong sat down, smiled at the one-eyed old servant, Mrs. Jianpu, and thanked her politely.

The two of them waved their hands, somewhat flattered, and left.

"Brother Ziyu, why are you being so polite?"

Zhang Huizhi lowered his eyes to glance at the dishes on the table and said softly.

Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head, casually picked up the wine jug, poured a small cup of wine, and also poured a cup for his senior brother from Siqi Academy in front of him.

He did not wait for the latter to drink first, but picked up the glass, raised his head without hesitation, and drank it all.

"Hmm, this wine is good. It's spicy and strong. Mm, a bit like the wine from an old friend's hometown."

The young scholar squinted his eyes and tasted it, a look of reminiscence on his face.

"This wine was brewed by an old servant in my family. He is very skilled..."

Zhang Huizhi saw Zhao Rong drinking the wine neatly, chuckled, and also picked up the glass and drank it all.

"Oh? Where is your old friend's hometown?"

He put down his glass and looked curious.

Zhao Rong turned his head and looked towards the direction of Wei in the south.

When we first arrived in the Wei territory, Brother Sanbian once said that after being away from home for many years, the wine at home was still the best.

"I forgot which dynasty I passed by on my way north to Duyou City..."

The young scholar shook his head and did not elaborate.

Zhang Huizhi nodded and poured another glass of wine for Zhao Rong.

Without putting down the wine jug, he turned around to look at the man in white standing with a sword in his arms not far behind Zhao Rong.

"Would your squire like to sit down and have a drink?"

Zhao Rong turned around and looked.

The man holding the sword shook his head and seemed to be in low spirits.

Zhao Rong shook his head, "No, he doesn't drink."

Zhang Huizhi put down the wine pot and said, "Okay, OK."

Not far away, the man holding the sword, in compliance with the professional ethics of a guard, changed his hand to hold the sword.

He glanced at Zhao Rong and Zhang Huizhi who were chatting and drinking for a while, then turned his head and glanced at the two carriages.

There, a woman who lived frugally was sitting next to a little boy, supervising him in his reading.

From time to time, she turned her head to look at her husband who was chatting and laughing with his friends.

In another carriage.

There was a one-eyed old servant who carefully took out some dry food to eat, and there was also an old servant whose face was burned by the fire, who buried his face, took out his pipe, took a few puffs, and coughed from time to time.

The sound rang out on the grass beside the road where everyone was resting.

An old lame servant took out the hay and fed the horse carefully.

Li Bai looked for a while, then retracted his gaze, stretched out his hand to scratch the itchy spot on his neck, and occasionally muttered something.

I don’t know if I’m complaining to God.

"By the way, I wrote a poor piece of writing today. Brother Ziyu, please give me some advice on it."

Zhang Huizhi tapped the table lightly, remembered something, and stood up in a daze.

"I dare not correct you, I will learn from the great work of my brother from the next meeting."

"No, no... wait a moment."

The tall and thin scholar turned around, walked out of the carriage where the simple woman was, and went to get the manuscript.

The young Confucian scholar drank calmly, occasionally glancing at the dragon coffin in the distance.

The man holding the sword was muttering boredly not far away.

At the other carriage, the lame old servant fed all the fodder in his hand, turned back to the carriage, took the fodder handed to him by the disfigured old servant, and returned.

The lame old man fed the hay into the horse's mouth.

At this moment, a hissing sound suddenly rang out!

I saw the horse pulling the carriage suddenly raised its hooves.

It seemed to be frightened, and the next second it ran forward out of control regardless of everything.

He knocked down the lame old servant in the first instant, and the latter flew to the side.

But the out-of-control horse did not stop. It just started pulling the carriage and rushing forward.

The other old servants in the carriage suddenly staggered to one side or the other.

When the sound of horse hooves was heard, Zhao Rong, who was drinking, suddenly felt alarmed for no reason and turned his head to look.

Sure enough! In his field of vision, there was an out-of-control, frightened horse rushing towards him.

In the blink of an eye, I would collide with him.

What's going on? Zhao Rong didn't have time to frown and think carefully.

In a flash, a bright red maple leaf slipped out of his sleeve and was caught in his left hand, ready to be thrown away.

But the next second, the hand suddenly stopped moving.

At the same time, the young scholar's eyes focused, and he thrust his right hand forward suddenly, pressing it on the horse's head in an instant, then he waved his hand and used his skillful force to pull the horse's head to the right!

The fierce horse's body just brushed past him.

However, although the out-of-control horse did not hit Zhao Rong, the carriage it was pulling, which was full of luggage and old servants, tilted towards Zhao Rong.

In an instant, the huge and heavy carriage was like a mountain, blocking the sunlight from his sight.

It pressed down on the skinny young scholar like a mountain...

All this just happened in a flash.

And after three breaths.

The field fell into a dead silence.

Zhang Huizhi, the simple lady, and all the people around who were attracted by the noise, held their breath for a moment and stopped moving.

Staring blankly.

In their sight, the horse had stumbled, fell to the ground, kicking and gasping for breath.

And the heavy carriage it was pulling... was tilting at a forty-five-degree angle, with only two of the four wheels touching the bottom, and the other two were lifted up.

The entire carriage remained in this clearly unbalanced tilted position, motionless in the distance.

Not moving.

As for that young scholar...

"Brother Ziyu!"

Zhang Huizhi clenched his hands under his sleeves and ran forward quickly, bypassing the tilted carriage.

Finally, he saw the reason why the carriage was tilted strangely.

A slender white hand was pressed tightly against the side wall of the carriage in the direction where it fell.

Zhang Huizhi looked down along the palm of his hand and saw a thin arm with its sleeves falling down. He looked down again...

Under the huge carriage that was about to overturn, there were two figures standing quietly.

A young Confucian scholar and a man holding a sword.

The latter held the sword in both hands, raised his head slightly, lowered his eyelids, looked calm, and silently looked at the wall of the car which was only three inches away from his nose.

The young scholar next to him was the owner of the arm that was supporting the overturned carriage.

At this moment, he did not look at the carriage that was tilting and about to overturn him, but turned his head and looked at the out-of-control horse on the ground beside him, frowning...

"Brother Ziyu, are you okay?"

Zhang Huizhi breathed a sigh of relief and said with concern.

At the same time, he couldn't help but take a breath and looked up and down at the hand that was holding the bike steadily.

Zhao Rong didn't look at Zhang Huizhi, nor did he pay attention to the people who were gradually gathering around him. He just looked at the fallen horse quietly for a while.

"Brother Zi...Brother Ziyu?"

Zhang Huizhi frowned slightly and called out.

Zhao Rong then withdrew his gaze and looked at Li Bai beside him.

The latter looked around, shook his head slightly, and then pointed at the horse.

Zhao Rong nodded, and with his left hand under his sleeve, he put away the red maple leaf given by Mr. Yan.

He then turned around and said to Zhang Huizhi:

"I'm fine...Brother Huizhi."

At this time, several old servants in the carriage were shaken and fell to the ground, groaning louder and louder, probably because they were hurt.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong used both hands to hold the huge carriage, and with a loud bang, he smoothly straightened it back to the right side.

The soldiers who came to watch from all sides were amazed and couldn't help but look at Zhao Rong.

It couldn't be blamed on their lack of knowledge, but the image of Zhao Rong in front of them before was that of a gentle young man wearing a Confucian robe with his sleeves rolled up, with a slender and tall figure. Compared with the heavy and huge carriage, he was like an elephant and a bamboo pole.

Who would have thought that beneath the loose Confucian robe was the physique of a martial artist at the Fuyao realm, which contained tremendous strength and steady hands.

And there is also a subtle bonus to the physique of the alien demon race.

"Save people first."

Zhao Rong said this and wanted to get into the carriage to see the old servants.

"Brother Ziyu, let me do it. Don't move. Check yourself to see if you are injured."

Zhang Huizhi gave a serious instruction and immediately led the others into the carriage to rescue people.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong had no choice but to nod.

He brushed the dust off his robe and turned to look at Li Bai.

The latter was holding his sword and turning his head, looking at the places further away.

The man holding the sword is responsible for a simple task.

He searched around to see if there were any cultivators whose cultivation level made him feel "dangerous" and were hiding secretly.

Find it out.

Killed.

That's it.

As for some clues and abnormalities that may exist on the field... these are not his responsibility, let Zhao Xiaozi find them himself.

Li Bai doesn't do any other complicated work, he just takes responsibility and puts in the effort.

It has always been like this.

The two of them had a clear division of labor. After a while, Li Bai withdrew his gaze and shook his head.

Zhao Rong let out a breath, felt relieved, and walked towards the out-of-control horse that was lying on the ground gasping for breath.

Crouch down and examine carefully...

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