For three days in a row, Long Zun followed the caravan and marched together, walking about fifty miles a day, and only a hundred miles in three days.

The speed is normal in the caravan, but it is already very slow for Long Zun, but with Yang Dazhu dragging his feet, it is most appropriate to go on the road with the caravan, and there is enough time to cultivate.

The caravan's Xu Dongjia would see Long Zun and Yang Dazhu every day when the caravan stopped for dinner, and usually left at night when the caravan was stationed, leaving some meat and wine.

That Uncle Xing may not want to see Long Zun and Yang Dazhu, except for the first day when he came to Xu Dong's house once, and then he didn't come again, even if he saw it during the day, he pretended not to see it and walked over directly.

"The owner of the caravan is quite good, and every day he sends a deer leg or a leg of mutton and wine, but the caravan steward is not very good, and he looks like someone owes him money, and he has a calm face every day. Yang Dazhu ate with his mouth full of oil, and he still held a piece of freshly torn venison leg meat in his hand.

"There is no free lunch in this world, not to mention that we are not familiar with that Xu Dongjia. Long Zun sliced a piece of venison leg with a knife and rolled it into a pancake.

This is the way he found it from the caravan guards in the past two days, it is simple and trouble-free, and it tastes good, especially when it is smeared with a little sauce, it tastes very fragrant and suitable for filling the stomach.

"But what can he ask of us? they have so many caravans and so many guards, where can we use the two of us. Yang Dazhu said puzzled.

Long Zun ate the last bit of crepes wrapped in venison leg meat in his hand, "I'll know when the time comes." ”

During the day, Long Zun noticed that the number of strangers passing by the caravan was gradually increasing, all of them riding tall horses, and the people on horseback were either fierce or vicious, or a pair of thief eyes were rolling wildly, and they didn't look like good people.

Such characters, he saw a lot when he was in the Golden Dragon Kingdom, basically all of them were spies among horse bandits or bandits on a certain mountain, commonly known as people who stepped on plates.

This kind of character is often seen during the day, and it is so fanfare and undisguised, that the lord behind these people who step on the plate is about to appear.

In this kind of wilderness, where there is no village in front of the village and no shops, such a bloated caravan, even if these spies are discovered, it will be too late to dodge, unless the three-day journey can be completed in one day and return to the city behind smoothly.

Long Zun paid special attention to it, and several groups of spies on horseback passed by their caravan, and it was obvious that there was more than one group of robbers waiting for the caravan's fat.

At night, most of the people in the entire caravan did not look good, especially the guards of the caravan, who were the main force when they encountered bandits and robbers, and their faces were gloomy and terrible.

At dinner, after Xu Dongjia left the wine, he left immediately, unlike the previous times, he would stay and say a few words.

Of course, not everyone can see this, such as Yang Dazhu, who is eating venison leg meat and drinking the wine sent by Xu Dongjia in his mouth, completely heartless.

"Follow me after eating, stay with me, and don't run around. Long Zun reminded him that those who can come out to be robbers must always have cultivators inside, and these people are definitely not something that a person like Yang Dazhu who has just started cultivating can deal with.

The bandits who are all ordinary people are not robbers, they are outcasts, and almost everyone in the caravan guards is a cultivator, although the strength is not very strong, if the robbers are outcasts, where can they still have the courage to rob the caravan.

Since he dared to rob the caravan, he was not afraid of the caravan guards, and he was naturally fully sure that he would rob the caravan in the case of dealing with the caravan guards.

In the middle of the night, there were more guards patrolling around the caravan than before, and even those who were resting were lying in their clothes, with weapons at hand, so that they could get them at any time.

Regarding the solemn atmosphere of the caravan, Long Zun was still the same as usual, after eating, he sat in front of the fire and meditated, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him.

The quiet night passed quickly, and when the eastern sky revealed the white light like a fish's belly, the haze condensed on the caravan completely dissipated with the appearance of the morning sun, and the guards who kept vigil breathed a sigh of relief, at least another safe night.

In the morning, the goods were counted, the carriage was re-erected, the coachman raised his whip, and drove the carriage on the road, and the whole caravan rolled forward.

In the morning, a few more horsemen who looked like spies passed by the caravan, and when they passed, they could see that the people on horseback would take a special look at the caravan.

Experienced caravan guards immediately understood that these people were spies sent by the robbers, specially stepping on the plate in advance.

It is not difficult to think that before rushing to the next town, there must be a big battle, otherwise there would not be spies to spy on the caravan for two days in a row.

Among the guards, the leader of the steward told the owner of the caravan the news, and this kind of thing can't be hidden, so it's better to say it in advance and be prepared.

The experienced guards knew that the robbers would appear on one of the following days, and depending on the number of bandits who stepped on the plates, there must have been quite a few robbers targeting the caravan this time, and more than one group of robbers.

The caravan didn't go long before it stopped, and Xu Dongjia arranged for people to issue weapons to everyone, even the coachman who drove the car gave a waist knife to defend himself.

Yang Dazhu got a spear, of course, it couldn't compare to the bloodless spear in the Longzun storage space.

The spears issued by the caravan were only made of iron, and the body of the spear was solid hardwood, blackened with fire, and it was no different from a real iron gun if you didn't look closer.

However, it is not the same in your hands, after all, no matter how good the hardwood is, it is also wood, not as heavy as iron, and not as hard as the texture of iron.

Yang Dazhu took the spear for a while, and then felt bored, he was born with great strength, and since he cultivated the Xuan Force, his strength has been even greater.

Don't say that this kind of spear with only an iron head is a spear made of iron, and it doesn't weigh 180 pounds, it is all a child's thing to him.

The spear sent by the caravan was casually thrown aside by Yang Dazhu, who ate a condensing pill, and prepared to practice the exercises that Long Zun had called him on the carriage.

At this time, the uncle in charge of the caravan happened to pass by the carriage that Yang Dazhu was riding on, and glanced at Long Zun and Yang Dazhu sitting on the carriage, and frowned as unnaturally as before.

However, this time he did not walk directly as usual, but stopped at the side of the carriage on horseback and pointed to the spear on the carriage with his hand, "Whose weapon is this, why did you throw it here so casually?" ”

His words were purely aimed at the monk and scolding the bald man.

There are only three people in the carriage, counting the coachmen who are driving the carriage, and the waist knife worn by the coachman will not delay the carriage, while the spear can only belong to Long Zun and Yang Dazhu, who are pulled on the carriage.

(End of chapter)