The person being chased was the old lady of the Wei family. After the city was broken, she escaped from the south gate under the escort of more than 100 soldiers. She encountered the Uighur army several times, but she finally escaped. Seeing that she had already escaped from the control of the Uighur people, she suddenly encountered a group of more than 50 Uighur army scouts. The Uighur scouts also seemed to feel the importance of the characters in the carriage and chased them relentlessly. At the most critical moment, Zhang Huan and others saved her.

"I'm going to see Mrs. Wei in Taiyuan scholar Zhang Qubing, see Mrs. Wei!"

In front of Zhang Huan was a kind-hearted old woman with silver hair, about sixty years old. She was the wife of former prime minister Wei Jiansu and the mother of Wei Yan, the current head of the Wei family. At this time, she was shocked and waved to Zhang Huan, "Young Master Zhang is my savior. It is me who should be the one who bows to you. Please give up the gift quickly!"

Xin Lang led the scholars of Longyou Academy to kneel down and bow respectfully. To a certain extent, Mrs. Wei was their ancestor's wife.

"Xin Lang, the captain of Jincheng, Longyou Academy, bowed to the ancestor's wife!"

"So you are the Biaolang of Xin Yunjing family!" The old lady of Wei's tears flowed down. She pulled Xin Lang and begged: "In order to protect the territory of the Tang Dynasty, the Wei family went north, but could not protect themselves. The city was broken, the ancestral hall was burned, the family wealth was robbed, and even your academy became a ruin. I don't know how many Wei family children were killed and captured, and Qing'er, who fled with me. One hour ago, in order to lead the Uighurs to escape, his family members were led to their lives and death were uncertain."

Mrs. Wei wiped away her tears, sighed and said, "Biaolang, Qing'er is still your junior brother, and she highly respects you. He has mentioned you to me more than once. Can you save him?"

Xin Lang nodded without hesitation. He stood up and said calmly to Zhang Huan: "Wei Qing is my subordinate in Longyou Academy. I can't sit idly by. Brother Gone! This is the internal affairs of my academy. I hope you don't interfere!"

Zhang Huan smiled slightly and said, "Wei Qing is also the eldest son of Wei Shangshu, and heir to the head of the Wei family! Just now, the old lady also said that in order to defend the territory of the Tang Dynasty, the Wei family went north but could not protect itself. In this way, private affairs are also state affairs. How could I stay out of the matter?"

Xin Lang looked at Zhang Huan silently, and for a while, he nodded.

Zhang Huan walked to Zhao San and said to him: "You can protect Mrs. Wei and go back to the boat first."

Seeing that his subordinates were injured and were indeed unable to fight again, Zhao San apologized to Zhang Huan: "Then let's go back first, take care of him all the way!"

"You must take care of yourself too!" Zhang Huan stopped talking. He flew onto a horse, let go of the reins and galloped westward.

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After passing through the vast forests, the sky has gradually darkened, and the official road ahead is becoming more and more sparsely populated, with ruins everywhere, and the unburned houses are still emitting blue smoke.

After finally meeting a group of fleeing people, I learned that it was less than two hours before the Uighur army withdrew from this place. At this time, the sky was already dark, the north wind was everywhere, and the cold was bone-blooded.

"It's not a solution to go on like this, I have no clue."

Zhang Huan held the reins and said with some doubts: "If I were Wei Qing, I would sooner or later encounter the Uighur army, and I would definitely turn south again. Besides, we did not see the dead bodies of the servants along the way, which was unreasonable, so I inferred that Wei Qing ran west not long before he could turn south and flee."

"I think so too, turn around!" Xin Lang also agreed with Zhang Huan's opinion, and everyone turned around and headed south.

Walking south, I re-entered the dense forest. The forest was dark and quiet. The cold moonlight penetrated through the gaps of clouds and trees from time to time, which seemed very strange. Everyone controlled the speed of the horses to avoid getting separated. Along the way, only the rustling sound of horse hooves stepping on the leaves. The night owl suddenly made a strange cry and pounced on the night sky.

After walking for about an hour, everyone finally found a few dead bodies of servants on the side of the road. In other words, they were on the right path and everyone was excited. After walking for more than ten miles, Zhang Huan suddenly stopped, "Listen, what's the sound?"

Everyone listened intently. In the quiet night, there seemed to be a "swinging!" waterfall sound, "There is a river ahead!" Zhao Yan blurted out.

"Not bad! It's the sound of a river."

Zhang Huan nodded and said to Zhao Yan: "Go and see if there are any Uighur people camping?"

Zhao Yan responded, got off his horse and ran towards the forest. After a while, he ran over with excitement on his face and said anxiously: "There is good material to get rid of the disease. There are indeed several tents of the Uighurs by the river in front of him, about thirty people."

"We finally found them." Zhang Huan threw the reins of the horse to Zheng Qingming and said, "You wait here first, let's go and see!" As he said that, he waved to Xin Lang and Zhao Yan, and the three of them quickly ran to the riverside.

After running about a hundred steps, a river seven or eight feet wide appeared in front of me. The river water flowed from the northwest direction and suddenly broke down on a slope, forming a small waterfall. The water flow became very turbulent here, and about two hundred steps down, there was a small wooden bridge.

They quietly lay behind a ridge of earth and looked at the other side. The other side was lush and trees looked particularly bright under the moonlight. They saw a clearing by the river, with several tents on the open space, but the Uighurs were all concentrated outside, surrounding a pile of beating bonfires. On the fire, a whole sheep was roasted brown, with the smell of meat everywhere, and the fat fell into the fire, making a constant "sizzling!" sound, and a young man was tied up about a few steps away from the Uighurs.

"It's him, Wei Qing!"

Xin Lang recognized the young man at a glance, and the excitement flashing in his eyes suddenly dimmed. There were thirty people on the other side, and they were scouts. How could they beat the scholars?

Zhang Huan didn't say anything. He looked at the river surface and the wooden bridge again, as if he had thought of something?

At this time, a large Uighur man walked to Wei Qing with a skin bag, as if he wanted to feed him, but Wei Qing was extremely stubborn and turned his head to one side and refused to drink. The Uighurs were furious and grabbed his hair, dragged it two steps, and suddenly pressed his head into the river.

Xin Lang was so angry that his eyes were filled with fire. He pulled up, but was held down by Zhang Huan.

Xin Lang couldn't move, so he had to punch the earth ridge hard.

Zhang Huan stared at the wide river surface and said slowly: "Maybe I can give it a try!"

He turned around and told Zhao Yan a few words, and Zhao Yan immediately bent down and ran back.

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The Uighur Han pulled Wei Qing out of the water again, and only heard Wei Qing's vague cursing voices. The Uighur Han grinned, grabbed his hair and poured the strong wine from his skin into his mouth. In just a moment, Wei Qing's cursing disappeared. The Uighur Han laughed loudly, pushed him away and left.

At this time, Zhang Huan had quietly entered the water. He sneaked silently under the water and soon swam near the fire of the Uighurs.

Zhang Huan leaned against the river and slowly floated up. Through the water surface, he stared at Wei Qing tightly. Wei Qing was drunk and lay a few steps away and couldn't wake up.

Zhang Huan quickly calculated the distance and time. Wei Qing was lying in the middle of the fire and the river, both of which were about three steps away. He took six steps to go ashore and went forward, and he would definitely be discovered by the Uighurs. From the time he got ashore to the time he was discovered, he might be able to run two or three steps. Considering the darkness under the light, embracing Wei Qing, and the time it took for the Uighurs to get up and rush, he should be able to save Wei Qing into the water.

The key to this is one word: Fast!

Zhang Huan slowly accumulated enough strength, his body slowly got out of the water surface, curled up into an arc, as if a full bow was being pulled, and every inch of his muscles was trembling slightly, tensing to the extreme.

Suddenly, he was like a sharp arrow leaving the string, and rushed to Wei Qing in one step, and picked him up with the rush of his body.

Just as Zhang Huan approached Wei Qing, he discovered Zhang Huan at the same time, especially the Uighurs who had just poured wine. He reacted extremely quickly. He roared, drew his sword, and rushed up as the rabbit rose and falconed fell. But he was still too late. Zhang Huan held Wei Qing and only had one step left on the river surface, and he was three steps away from Zhang Huan.

Zhang Huan glanced out of the corner of his eyes and saw that there was only one Uighur man behind him. The others were five steps away. A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The moment he jumped into the river, he suddenly turned around and threw Wei Qing in his hand at the Uighur man.

The Uighurs who rushed behind were shocked. He instinctively put away his knife and reached out to catch Wei Qing. Unexpectedly, the person did not throw it away, but a cold light flashed in front of him. He felt a chill in his neck and knew nothing.

Zhang Huan killed the Uighurs with one sword. He laughed to the sky and jumped into the water like a milk swallow thrown into the forest, and disappeared immediately.

The other Uighur soldiers were blocked by the death of their companions for a moment. When they rushed to the shore, they saw Zhang Huan already emerged from the other side, then jumped onto the shore, carrying people to run into the forest, and there was a man who was supporting him, leading two horses. The Uighur soldiers were shocked and angry, and they rode together along the river, running a hundred steps away, and rushed across the river from the small bridge.

The people and horses on the other side were no longer visible, and the Uighur soldiers rushed forward at a rapid speed, but just as they had just walked, more than a dozen black shadows suddenly rushed out of the dense forest by the river. They quickly got up the bridge, drew their swords together and cut off several bridges, and then got on the horse and ran to the west.

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The sky gradually became brighter, and the sky was dazzlingly dyed with purple glow. To the south of Yaoshui, a group of exhausted horse riders appeared at the foot of a mountain called Ma'anling. They ran away all night, Zhang Huan and others, which was a hundred miles away from the place where they escaped.

"Brother Xin, how is he?" Zhang Huan stepped forward and glanced at Wei Qing who had been silent and asked.

Under the purple glow, Zhang Huan saw clearly the face of the heir of the Wei family. He had disheveled hair, white skin, long eyelashes, and beautiful and contoured facial features that looked like women.

However, deep pain was revealed in his eyes from time to time, and the destruction of his family brought him too deep stimulation. From last night to now, he has never spoken a word.

Xin Lang shook his head at Zhang Huan, saying that he could do nothing.

Zhang Huan smiled and stopped asking more. He looked up at the mountains that stretched for dozens of miles, pondered for a moment, and turned to everyone and said, "We are most likely to have already run to the front of the Uighur Army now, and we may encounter their scouts at any time, so the safest way is to go up the mountain to hide, and wait for them to go back to Chang'an after they leave."

Speaking of this, he rode his horse and rushed towards the mountain road. Everyone cheered up and followed Zhang Huan.

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Chapter completed!