The people who spoke were talking were several Turkic people. They came to Yang Shouwen and others, and the Turkic people in charge put their hands on their chests and bowed slightly.

"I never thought that it was my honor to see the elders again and hear such wonderful poems."

Yang Shouwen didn't know these Hu people and showed doubts.

Then a Turkic man behind the speaker came out, "Elder, have you forgotten? We met him last night on the banks of the Mingshui River."

"You are..."

When Yang Shouwen heard the voice, he immediately reacted.

He pointed at the man, but didn't know what to call him.

This Turkic man who spoke was the caravan guard who had spoken to them last night on the banks of the Mingshui River.

In other words, these Turks are all from the caravan?

Thinking of this, Yang Shouwen bowed and said, "It turned out to be several donors, and I am polite."

The Turks quickly returned the greetings, and the person who spoke before said, "Last night, because I was in a hurry to travel, I was unable to greet several elders. There is a saying in the Central Plains: Meeting is a fate. The ability to meet here also means that we have a fate with the elders. If the elders do not dislike it, you might as well go out with us and be faster."

Yang Shouwen raised his eyes and glanced at the queue of adult dragons out of seclusion, and then looked at Mingxiu.

Mingxiu said: "Dare you dare to ask the donor, is it so slow to go out of Yumen Pass?"

"Oh, not all of this."

The Turkic people smiled and said, "We used to leave the customs quickly... However, a few days ago, Huang Huzi looted a caravan on the Guazhou border. It is said that the casualties were quite serious. Therefore, Hehe Shu strengthened the garrison and the investigation was relatively strict."

Hehe Shu is another name for Yumen Pass.

The troops stationed here are called Hehezhang and are under the jurisdiction of the Yumen Army.

"Yellow beard?"

Seeing Yang Shouwen showing doubt, the Turkic man quickly explained: "Yellow beard is a group of desperate people who are rampant in Yizhou, Shazhou and Guazhou, with a large number of people. They come and go like the wind, and they specialize in looting caravans. This group of people is cruel and cunning. Because they will mask their faces and beards are dyed yellow when they act. Therefore, they are called yellow beards.

The official army has encircled and suppressed many times, but these people are very cunning and have erratic whereabouts, so they have never been eliminated.

Originally, the yellow beard had not appeared for a long time! Unexpectedly, it suddenly appeared in Guazhou a few days ago. So the official army had to strengthen the guards, and the inspection of the caravans coming and going was much more stringent, so the speed naturally slowed down."

I see!

Yang Shouwen showed a sudden look.

He and Mingxiu looked at each other, looked at the endless queue again, thought for a while, and nodded in agreement.

It's very simple, their current seat is still far from the level.

Judging from the speed of the journey, I guess I won’t be able to line up until dark. The most important thing is that the caravans of the Turks in front of me seem to be very high. If I go out with them, I can really save a lot of time.

"Have you asked for the name Gao?"

"Oh, my name is Basimi Aji, just as the elder calls me Aji."

"My name is Ahemang."

The guard who greeted Yang Shouwen yesterday also claimed his life.

Basimi is a surname other than the nine surnames of Tiele. Yang Shouwen still remembers that they said yesterday that they came from Langshan. Langshan is located in the northeast of the Geluo tribe, and it is Basimi's base camp. That's fine.

"If you don't bother, of course."

"Where is the blessing of being able to accompany the elders."

The two Turkic people waved their hands repeatedly, and then politely invited Yang Shouwen and the others to come over.

Yang Shouwen called Yang Cunzhong and Yang Shiliu and followed the two Turkic people. The sky was very dark last night. Yang Shouwen didn't see clearly the size of the caravan. When he got closer, Yang Shouwen discovered that the caravan was really not small. Camels alone had almost 200 heads. In addition, more than 100 large carts and more than 100 horses.

The total number of people in the caravan is nearly 800. It is definitely an amazing scale.

Yang Shouwen couldn't help but be secretly surprised and followed Aji and the others into the team.

No one objected to the four of them joining the team.

The Western Regions were originally a place where Buddhism was prevalent. The Hu people respected monks very much, let alone talented monks?

Soon, it was Aji's turn to pass the level.

A man who looked like an officer came over when he saw Yang Shouwen and the other four.

"Did you write the poem just now?"

"Oh, it was my master."

Mingxiu quickly pointed at Yang Shouwen and retreated to the side.

The officer walked up and looked at Yang Shouwen for a few glances.

Yang Shouwen looked quiet and looked at the officer...

This person is obviously not a Han family, but should be a naturalized Hu person recruited locally. From his hairstyle, you can see the clues, which are almost the same as the hairstyle left by Gai Jiayun before. The only difference is that he is wearing an official army armor.

It's almost May and the temperature is gradually rising.

The noon sunshine at Yumen Pass is even more vicious and it feels uncomfortable to shine on your body.

However, he was neatly dressed and his forehead was covered with sweat, but his appearance did not change at all. Youdao's general and soldiers he brought. As an officer, he could pay so much attention to appearance that his soldiers dared not slacken.

He held a towel in his hand, and the black and red face revealed a sense of energy.

"Elder, where do you become a monk?"

"I am practicing in Donglin Temple in Xingyang."

As he spoke, Yang Shouwen handed over the certificate of decree.

The officer took the certificate and opened it and looked at it. "Elder Summoning the Crown... I have heard of Xingyang, it seems to be in Zezhou?"

Yang Shouwen was stunned for a moment, and then understood the other party's intention.

He smiled and shook his head, "I'm afraid the general remembered it wrong. Xingyang is in Zhengzhou, how could it be in Zezhou? But I came here this time and passed by Zezhou. The scenery there is good! If the general has the chance, he might as well go and have a trip."

"Ha, I want to do it, too."

The officer said, returning the certificate to Yang Shouwen.

He took the certificate from Yang Shiliu, "Elder Wujing... Since you are traveling west, why not walk on the inner road and go to Hedong?

Isn’t this a long way to go?”

Yang Shiliu was so clever that he immediately replied: "I follow my master to the west and should obey my master's instructions.

I am from Xianyang and originally suggested that Master walk through the inner path. But Master disagreed and said that reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles will last for the world to live up to a practice... For this practice, we spent at least half a month on the road."

As he spoke, he showed a look of grievance.

The officer couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

He exchanged the certificate of sacrificial proof to Yang Shiliu and said to Yang Shouwen: "Read thousands of books, travel thousands of miles, and live up to a practice in the world... Hahaha, the elder said it well, Ge Shu Daoyuan has received the teachings."

After saying that, he stepped aside, waved his hand and shouted, "Let it go, don't delay the elder's practice."

"Thank you, General."

"I am not a general, but a military envoy in Heheshi."

After Ge Shu Daoyuan finished speaking, he changed the subject and said, "Elder, what is the name of the poem you just wrote?"

"Oh, when I first came to the noble land, I was shocked by the majestic pass, so I wrote a poem called "Liangzhou Ci"."

"Liangzhou Ci?"

Geshu Daoyuan nodded and repeatedly said it twice.

He folded his hands together and bowed to Yang Shouwen, "Thank you for giving the poem to the elders. From then on, Yumen Pass will be famous in the Western Regions."

This brother Shu Daoyuan seems to be a sentimental person.

Although he looks very rough and generous, he has a literary temperament in his words.

Yang Shouwen said goodbye to him, and as the convoy progressed, he quickly walked out of Yumen Pass.

Standing outside Yumen Pass, he turned around and looked around.

The pass is still the same, but there is a completely different feeling than when he was inside the pass.

Standing outside the pass, you will feel that this majestic pass is like a heroic hero, standing quietly in this Gobi Desert, guarding the territory of the Tang Dynasty.

Yumen Pass, Yumen Pass, and there is no old friend when you go west to Yang Pass!

Yang Shouwen's emotions suddenly became a little depressed from the moment he walked out of Yumen Pass.

It feels like parting with your hometown and going to a foreign land...

"Master, Master?"

Mingxiu suddenly called Yang Shouwen and whispered in his ear: "There is something wrong with these people."

"Um?"

Yang Shouwen was stunned when he heard this and turned his head to look at Mingxiu.

But Mingxiu's eyes swept towards the caravan next to him.

Something was wrong with this caravan?
Chapter completed!