Looking at Liu Qiu plunging into the grass, everyone else was honestly tied up, although it seemed that the overall situation had been decided, but Wen Dao still didn't dare to take it lightly, restrained the obsession of modern people in his heart, and came to the group of bandits who were kneeling in front of the foot of the mountain again, carefully checked everyone's tied hands, and then looked for the yellow-faced man who could shoot arrows and pulled him out.

"Your hands and feet are not bad, you can shoot arrows and climb high and drill low, but are you too too damned, come up and follow Lao Tzu's life. Mom, you're also a man, don't you know the serious consequences of doing this? ”

The yellow-faced man glanced at him, and probably wanted to be tough, but when he saw that Wen Dao didn't know when he actually put the guy who snatched people's souls into the black hole, he suddenly pushed it against his head, and he didn't realize that his knees were weak, and he fell to the ground with a thud, and howled very exaggeratedly:

"Little grandpa spares his life, if the little one has a real feather arrow made by a craftsman in his hand, he will never be able to do it like this."

As soon as this guy said this, Wen Dao suddenly remembered that the arrow was actually made of the kind of willow branch that he had found casually, and it was also very consistent with the real situation of this period of history that he had mastered. You must know that at this time, the weapons of the Ming officials and soldiers were very scarce and erosive, not to mention these mountain bandits and wanderers who wanted to eat like flowers.

It seems that this guy still has some real skills under his hands, otherwise he wouldn't dare to say this at this moment.

However, he was so scared that Lao Tzu almost peed his pants on the spot, not to let him have a longer memory, even if he has body armor in the future, it will still be a lot more dangerous.

"You'd say—"

Thinking and thinking, Wen Dao kicked him to the ground, but for a while he couldn't think of any good way to achieve his goal, so he had to say hatefully:

"I'll write this down for you today, and then I'll reason with you when I have a real feather arrow, but I'll take a good look at whether you really have the ability. By the way, what's your name? ”

If the yellow-faced man was amnesty, he quickly struggled to turn over and said:

"Thank you little grandfather for sparing his life, the small one is Li Ji, the descendant of the ancestor of the large Li beard, because he is good at shooting, so in the thousands of miles of mountains and wilderness in this area, people give him the nickname Qin Ba Xiao Li Guang."

Wendao snorted and laughed:

"Little Li Guang, mother, you really dare to scream, you are not afraid of dirtying the reputation of the real Li Guang, you who are broken bows and arrows and rotten trees."

"Little grandpa doesn't know, he is one of the few people who wear Yang in our Yunyang Mansion and at the foot of Qinba Mountain."

As soon as he turned his head, Wen Dao found that Liu Qiu had come out of the half-human-deep grass, carrying the young woman who had fainted on his shoulder, and returned to him with a big gasp, and he did not hesitate to help Li Ji.

I can't see that although these guys are reckless, they are all righteous people. Hehe, these hundred steps through Yang, in the future, I really want to see with my own eyes whether there is really such a legend as magical.

"Little grandpa, the people have been recovered, and both of them are intact. If it's okay, I'll take my leave. ”

Seeing that Wendao was silent in thought, Liu Qiu's eyes rolled, and he immediately put on a smile and wanted to fool the past.

Wen Dao was suddenly angry by Liu Qiu's words, and looked at the two women who were languishing on the ground and said:

"You're a three-year-old, and you still want to challenge your own intelligence. I rescued both of them from under your hands, but you can see clearly with your eyes, and they have nothing to do with me. If you do something bad and want to run, you want someone else to wipe your ass, you want to be beautiful! ”

Liu Qiu's eyes suddenly darkened, and he said with a bitter face:

"In this case, what should I do, and ask the little grandfather to show me."

Wen Dao glanced at Li Ji and the others who were kneeling at the foot of the mountain, and glanced at the beautiful woman who had turned over and sat up by herself from a distance, and finally looked at the dead corpses all over the mountains and the dim sky, and suddenly found that he had completely lost his direction for a while, and his mood suddenly sank to the bottom.

This is a fucking broken place, a fucking broken era, so that Lao Tzu's eyes are black, alone, and he has to give a good platform to get off the bus!

"Damn, you ask me, I'll ask who is going-"

Wen Dao said, suddenly gritting his teeth in an aggravated tone:

"Anyway, if you're unlucky or lucky, since you've bumped into me today, none of you will want to slip away from me until I have figured out what to do. Well, that's it, Lao Tzu is a newcomer, and he is not familiar with the earth, so the sky should not be called the earth. Therefore, from now on, you are my crutches, eyes and ears, retinues, companions, anything, but you are not allowed to leave. ”

After listening to this, the group suddenly looked at each other, and a strange look appeared on their faces.

In the end, Liu Qiu grinned strangely, slowly shook his head and said:

"Little grandpa, isn't this a lie? If it weren't for the thunderbolt methods I saw with my own eyes, an hour earlier, I would definitely be the little grandfather and I would have waited for those splashy dolls in the cottage......"

Wen Dao didn't care about this, he just felt that he had grasped these people, at least he had a direction to move forward at the moment, his head gradually cleared up, and he felt that he was back to the state of being the head of a battalion, jumped up the hill and looked at it, and then began to follow the feeling, and assigned it in an orderly manner:

"Liu Qiu, since you have brought the person back, you will be a good person to the end, hurry up and find a way to wake up the little girl."

"And you, Li Ji, you go and find a branch to lift the woman up and prepare for the road."

"Everyone else stood up for me, holding my pants in one hand, and slowly walked forward one by one, don't play tricks, you know?"

This strange team hadn't hit the road yet, and in the face of the literary knife that finally came to her with a tangled face, the beautiful woman took a quick look at him, and suddenly her eyes were red and fell to the ground:

"Thank you Childe for saving your life, it's just that I, my brother is still in the wilderness, and I ask Childe to be merciful and merciful—"

Before the words fell, Liu Qiu, who was not far away, suddenly scolded out loud for some reason:

"What are you talking nonsense about, which one told you to change your words?"

Wendao had already shouted at their gossip "little grandfather" dizzy, and he was very unaccustomed to it, so he immediately waved his hand and said:

"My surname is Wen Mingdao, and you can call me by his first name in the future. As for this little grandfather, son, or something, don't call any of them. In our place, this has long been out of the way. ”

"It turns out that the little grandfather's surname is Wen, hehe......"

Liu Qiu and the others seemed to have found some weakness in the sword, and secretly glanced at each other.

Wendao saw it in his eyes, but he didn't know what to do, grabbed Liu Qiu and Li Ji, searched all the way back, and soon found the beautiful woman's brother next to a boulder.

"Little grandpa—"

As soon as Liu Qiu opened his mouth, Wen Dao glared him back: "If you say it, you can't call me grandpa again, call me by name." ”

Liu Qiuba clicked his mouth a few times, and suddenly rubbed his hands and said bitterly:

"Gong, Gongzi, let's call you Gongzi, Gongzi has a big name, and he can't call us to death!"

Thinking that this is Da Ming after all, Wen Dao pondered and looked at it, and had no choice but to compromise:

"That's good, I'll call him Childe in the future, and I'm not allowed to call anything else."