Chapter 227 Coincidentally

The three of them looked at each other and laughed.

Song Bei, who was sitting in the carriage in front of them, sneezed, frowned, took out a handkerchief to wipe his nose, and said, "We must separate those people following behind from our convoy and don't let them get close."

Ashin agreed, "I inserted two trucks carrying food in the middle, so even if someone accidentally crosses the line in the middle, they won't be able to detect it."

Song Bei nodded, pulled aside the curtain and looked back. He first saw Pan Yun and the other two lazily leaning on the cart and yawning, and then he saw the merchants following behind.

It was a mess, with cars and goods, and many people carrying bags on their backs chasing after the cars. Perhaps because they were afraid of being left behind, they did not follow in an orderly manner, but crowded beside the cars. Some even walked to the grass outside the road, forming a dark crowd.

"Why are there so many individual travelers following this time?"

Ah Xin: "A few days ago, Japanese pirates came ashore, bypassed the town ahead, robbed Shuangyang Village and Huaihua Village, and killed many people. Everyone was scared, so no one dared to go to Quanzhou Prefecture alone."

Speaking of this, Ah Xin was still a little angry. "The imperial court is really useless. In recent years, the Japanese pirates have become more and more rampant, and the coastal defense has become more and more lax. If it weren't for you, brother, ordinary people wouldn't even dare to go out to visit their relatives."

When Ashin said this, he looked at Song Bei with admiration.

Song Bei sighed, his face full of sorrow, "But it's not enough to rely on me alone. I can protect them for a while, but not forever."

He shook his head and said, "I can't even guarantee my brothers' food."

Ashin's eyes flashed coldly, and he clenched his fists and said, "Brother, let's rebel."

Song Bei glared at him, tilted his head to look outside the curtain, and whispered, "What nonsense are you talking about? No matter how dissatisfied we are, we are still citizens of the Ming Dynasty. How can we have such a rebellious idea?"

Ah Xin was dissatisfied. "To be a citizen of the Zhu family, not only will we starve to death, but we will also be killed by Japanese pirates. Zhu Yuanzhang could rebel against the previous dynasty, so why can't we?"

Song Bei scolded him in a low voice, "Don't let me hear such words again, otherwise, even if we are brothers, I will not tolerate it."

Although Ah Xin was not convinced, he did not dare to say anything more.

Song Bei's expression softened. He glanced at the carriage following behind and ordered, "Also keep an eye on the three people behind. They are skilled in martial arts and undisciplined. We can't let them discover what we are escorting."

Song Bei has always been upset about not being able to find the whereabouts of the three people in the county town.

Ashin agreed sullenly.

He pulled aside the curtain and jumped out of the carriage. Pan Jun's carriage slowly followed the carriage in front and passed him. Pan Jun yawned and lazily met his gaze, then the arc of his yawn widened, leaving only a slit in his eyes.

Pan Yun put down his hand only after the carriage passed by him. Miaohe beside him also began to yawn.

Miaozhen wanted to hold back, but she couldn't help it and got hit as well.

All three of them were drowsy. Miaozhen said, "Yawning is contagious."

Pan Jun half-closed his eyes and touched Pan Xiaohei's neck, saying, "Who said that? Xiaohei didn't hit him."

Pan Yun opened his eyes a little, stroked it and said, "How about you take a little more effort and go see what's loaded on the cars behind?"

Pan Xiaohei meowed angrily, "If you want me to change my body, just tell me!"

Pan Yun turned around and faced the rear, openly observing their guarding situation.

Every car was followed by guards on the left and right, and there were drivers watching from the front and back. Not to mention a cat, even a fly flying over the roof of a car would be stared at.

Pan Xiaohei indeed couldn't get in.

But Pan Jun did not admit his mistake. Instead, he touched its belly and said, "You are too fat. You should lose weight."

Pan Yun ordered, "Feed it less food in the future."

Miaohe: "Cats are like people. They look better when they are a little fatter."

The three people and the cat started discussing whether it was better for humans and cats to be fatter or thinner. The discussion lasted until noon, and the convoy stopped to rest.

Pan Jun patted Pan Xiaohei's butt, and Pan Xiaohei reluctantly jumped out of the car and went into the woods.

Song Bei personally brought a bag of dry food over, "Master Sanzhu, this is your dry food for today."

Pan Yun took it and said, "Thank you, sir."

Song Bei hurriedly said, "Master Sanzhu, you don't have to be so polite. Just call me Brother Song. I'm older than you. If you don't mind, you can call me Brother Song."

Pan Yun said in a businesslike manner: "If there is no employment relationship, I would have called, but since I have received the employer's money, the employer is the employer, and it will not change until the goods are delivered to Citong Port."

Song Bei just smiled and didn't ask for anything more. After handing the dry food to Pan Yun, he turned around to go on patrol.

Pan Yun's eyes followed him. Among the fifteen freight cars, there was a tightly covered green cloth carriage. She didn't see anyone getting in from the beginning, but she knew that there were three people in the carriage, not including the driver.

However, the driver was not simple either. He walked lightly, breathed long and shallowly, had a gleam in his eyes and a fierce look on his face. One could tell at a glance that he had considerable skills.

Pan Jun felt that the opponent's skill was equivalent to the third level.

The fact that a martial arts master can drive the carriage only means that the person in the carriage has even higher martial arts skills.

Sure enough, after turning around, Song Bei took a huge food box from a guard and climbed onto the carriage.

Pan Yun sneered, took out a cold, hard bun from the cloth bag and stuffed it into Miaohe's hand, "So your appreciation for us is so superficial?"

Miaohe lowered his head and took a bite, puzzled, "What do you mean?"

Miao Zhen also withdrew her gaze and guessed, "Maybe because we are young, he thinks we don't understand or won't notice it?"

So, they still suffered because of their young age. Pan Jun took out a steamed bun and took a big bite. The cold bun made her heart cold.

Seeing Miaohe eating with gusto, she snatched the bun away and said, "Don't eat it, I have something better here."

She took out a bag of braised pork from the spiritual space, as well as the steamed buns and steamed buns she had packed from the inn in the morning.

It was cold, so she took out a large clay pot and put all the steamed buns in it. Then she slapped a talisman on the pot, picked up the buns in the bag, and jumped out of the car, "You guys wait here."

Pan Jun was carrying the cloth bag and walking back along the truck. She was less than a meter away from the truck. If she fell down and went forward to touch it...

Pan Jun glanced at the guards who were staring at her and withdrew her thoughts.

Forget it. Looking at the shape revealed by the green cloth, it was obvious that there was a box underneath. What was the use of touching the box? She couldn't lift the box to see what was inside.

Pan Yun walked briskly to the place where merchants and travelers gathered at the back. He glanced at a few people who were wearing thin clothes with many patches, who were counting ants with their heads down, or drinking water to satisfy their hunger.

Pan Yun took out the steamed buns from the cloth bag and distributed them to them.

The person who was handed the steamed bun was stunned for a moment, then reacted and immediately took it with both hands, thanking her repeatedly, "Thank you, Miss!"

Pan Yun smiled and said, "I am a Taoist priest."

The kind-hearted man immediately changed his words, "Thank you, Immortal! Thank you, Immortal!"

At the same time, Pan Jun heard the feedback of ding-dong from the spiritual realm.

Pan Jun was satisfied. He looked around and gave it to whoever looked most miserable.

Song Bei didn't give Pan Yun delicious food, but he didn't starve her of dry food. It was the amount for one day, and he gave each person four rations for one meal. There were a total of twenty-five in the cloth bag, and there was one extra, which was definitely more than enough.

Pan Jun was immersed in the ding-dong sound of the spiritual realm receiving merit points. When a slender hand reached out to her, she almost handed over the steamed bun.

But because the hand was so beautiful, she paused for a moment, then lowered her eyes to look at the hand that was stretched out to her, and then looked at the person in the direction of the hand.

A young boy was sitting under the tree, looking at her with his arms outstretched.

The two of them met eyes, and the boy smiled at her shyly, whispering, "We came out in a hurry and didn't prepare any dry food. I'm willing to pay for two steamed buns with you."

Pan Jun looked at his face, and after a moment, put the steamed bun in his hand, "No need."

She held out another one and gave it to him.

The young man looked embarrassed and said, "I have some money on me, Taoist priest, please accept it."

Pan Jun shook his head, "I'm just repaying a favor."

After that, she stuffed the remaining two buns into the two children who were looking at her eagerly, then shook the cloth bag and said, "No more."

After saying that, leave.

The boy looked at her in confusion.

A boy who was slightly older than him reached out and took a steamed bun from him, and asked, "Master, what did she say? Do we know her?"

The boy thought for a moment, "It looks familiar, but I can't remember where."

"If you can't remember, forget it. You've helped so many people, how can you remember them all?" The young man was used to it. "It's OK as long as she remembers. It seems that it's right for the young master to do good things. Good people will be rewarded. Finally, you don't have to go hungry anymore."

Xue Shao glanced at him and said helplessly, "Eat."

The boy started to eat it immediately. Although the bun was cold and hard, he still ate it with relish.

Pan Yun went back swinging the cloth bag.

Song Bei already knew what she had done, and a hint of discomfort flashed across his face.

One of the three people sitting in the car with him couldn't help but lift the curtain and look back. He had excellent vision and saw Pan Yun walking towards him at a glance.

He quickly glanced at them and lowered the curtain, saying with a smile, "You are indeed young, I don't know how good your kung fu is, but since Young Master Song arranged you to be the leader, I think your kung fu should not be bad."

The middle-aged man sitting opposite him mocked him, "Since your kung fu is not bad, why did Mr. Song only give me a bag of steamed buns?"

Song Bei's eyes flashed with shame and anger, he lowered his eyes to hide them, and said very apologetically: "It was Song who was inconsiderate and prepared too few food boxes. At that time, I only thought of the three heroes. Alas, it's my fault. No wonder Taoist Sanzhu is angry. I will go and apologize to her now."

"No need," the person sitting in the middle said coldly, "She is so young, yet she has so many thoughts on her mind. People who practice martial arts need a pure mind. How good can her martial arts be if she is like this?"

"Could it be that Brother Song has been deceived by someone?"

Song Bei sighed, "It's not that I was fooled. They are indeed good at martial arts, and they graduated from Longhu Mountain Academy..."

The person sitting in the middle heard this and said with disgust, "So he is a fake Taoist priest from Mount Longhu. Humph."

Pan Jun happened to pass by. The sound was so loud that it was difficult for her to pretend not to hear it.

Now that you've heard it...

Pan Yun suddenly opened the carriage curtain, poked his head in with an angry look on his face, and shouted, "Who, who is teasing us at Longhu Mountain?"

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