I don’t know who is looking for?

Behind the crowd, a man wrapped in a dark cotton robe revealed his eyes from behind the cloth towel. Looking from a distance, a light flashed through his eyes.

"Young Master?" A call with hidden worries came from his ears.

The man just raised his hand and winked, still calm and composed.

The people behind him also closed their eyes and hid among the refugees again, but they were not too far away from the man just now, just in case.

The crowd moved forward slowly, but in an orderly manner, and finally arrived at the man wrapped in a cotton robe.

The soldier who asked raised his head, looked at him, frowned, "What are you doing to cover your face? Take off the face towel!"

What was expected. The man slowly raised his thin and wrinkled hands, took off the covered cloth towel, revealing an old and thin face, with spots on his skin that would appear when he was old, and some black moles, which set off a pair of eyes that were not very bright, which was really unreasonable.

The soldier who asked asked, "Who are you? Why are you outside the pass?"

"Cough..." The man coughed, his face looked a little ugly, and he said, "I was originally a foot merchant, a native of Jiangnan. More than a year ago, I sold silk tea through Beidi and headed to the Western Regions, but I didn't expect that I was a bandit on the way, all the goods were robbed, and I was injured. Later, I finally recovered my injuries and saved some money. Unexpectedly, I encountered a war disaster again. If I didn't go back to my hometown, I would probably be buried in the yellow sand in this foreign land."

The man said, coughing while holding on, looking like he was breathless.

Moreover, although I was speaking in the accent, I really had a faint sound of Jiangnan local accent.

The soldier who was asking questions turned to the soldier behind him who was comparing the portrait, with a silent inquiry.

In his opinion, there is naturally no problem.

After all, he glanced at the portrait more than once, and there was no similarity to the old man in front of him.

The man behind him was dressed as an ordinary soldier, but he had a pair of particularly sharp eyes. At this time, those eyes were looking at the old man in front of him, with a sharp look as if he wanted to see through the person in front of him.

The old man shrank in panic when he looked at him, and the soldier who was asking questions looked at the old man in front of him in suspicion. Did he miss something? Is there something wrong with the person in front of him?

The people lined up behind seemed to be impatient to wait, and a few noises popped up.

The soldier holding the portrait finally looked away and nodded without any distortion.

The soldier was stunned when he asked about it earlier, but he breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his hand and waved it, and said impatiently, "Next! Next!"

The old man bowed and thanked him, then took the baggage that had been searched and had no abnormalities, and walked away slowly with his somewhat staggering steps.

Behind him, the soldier who was holding the portrait just now took the time to glance over, his eyes flashing, and what he remembered was the son of his family before this trip. This portrait can only be based on two or three points. The man is the most cunning, but he has many capable people under his command, and he will most likely change his appearance. However, he is weak and must have carried the fragrance of medicine all year round.

How can an old man who is already poor and destitute afford a precious medicinal material like Panax notoginseng and Musk?

Once you enter the pass, the refugees have their own places to go and no longer gather as before.

Some choices are for a while, others are constantly stopping and set off again.

The old man staggered forward, and there were a few people scattered around him. He seemed to have no intersection, but he was heading in the same direction.

Until he was far away from the city gate, he probably felt that the crisis had been eliminated. One of them leaned over to the old man and lowered his voice, "This is the gathering place for military garrisons. Give some silver to find a place to stay. Young Master... Let's take a break for one night and hurry on the road!"

The old man didn't look back and said decisively, "Go away!" His eyes were clear and steady, but there was no sign of being at the city gate just now.

"But Young Master... your body is afraid..." I can't hold on!

"If you don't leave, you're afraid you won't be able to leave." The old man's tone sank again.

Even though the people around him were separated by a few steps, they had excellent ears. When they heard this sentence, they all cast surprised eyes.

"How could it be?"

I thought the city gates were not easy to pass, but didn’t they also pass it safely? Naturally, they hid it from those people’s eyes. What are you afraid of now?

But, the young master... would be wrong? He naturally counted without any omissions.

Although everyone was surprised and suspicious, they had long been used to obedience and absolute trust.

However, as one glance turned, everyone fell silent, and they all pursed their lips, seemingly scattered around in a mess, but in fact they tightly protected the old man in the middle and quickly walked in a certain direction.

However, after all, it's still too late.

When they noticed something was wrong, they no longer cared about the disguise at this time. When they walked away, they had already used their bodies as their shield to surround the old man in the middle, and each of them opened up their formations in their hands.

Even in order to pass the level smoothly, their weapons had long been discarded, and they had no timid expression on their faces.

In a blink of an eye, they were surrounded by others.

They were not soldiers wearing heavy armor, but thirty or forty men in dark-colored outfits, but they were all agile and light steps, with high temples, and were all first-class masters.

They surrounded them, but they did not take action for a while.

Until one way out, a burly man in the same clothes but with a more steady and sharp aura approached slowly. When he got closer, he clasped his fists and said in a deep voice, "My master wants to invite you to talk to you, and he has prepared some refreshments, so I'm worried that you can move."

Although it is a "please", they cannot tolerate them thinking or not.

Those people frowned, their eyes full of determination, and they handed silent consultation behind them.

As long as the young master gave his order, even if he went through fire and fire, he would protect him and fight out.

Unexpectedly, the people behind them were silent for a moment, raised their hand, and gently patted the shoulders of the two people.

The two of them hesitated, but were looked at by those clear eyes, and they couldn't help but lower their heads and made way.

Although the old man was still weak and weak, he quietly straightened his waist and slowly stepped forward. Although he only took two steps and his momentum was completely different. Even though he was ragged, he could not hide the noble and calmness that came out of his bones.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at the burly man, "Your master? Is Yan Chong?"

The burly man is not someone else, but Xue Ding.

Hearing this, he frowned. I wonder if he was dissatisfied with the man calling Yan Chong's name directly, or was surprised that he was surprised that he was stunned after guessing. After a moment of silence, he finally responded, "Yes."

The old man's eyes flashed twice with Qing Zhan, who was incompatible with the face, but the corners of his mouth curled up.
Chapter completed!