At this moment, everyone fell silent, and the herdsmen no longer argued about who should be the little sweater, and their eyes were on Ding Yi, the young man in the Ming robe, or as they thought in their hearts: a cruel demon. They flinched, so as not to stand in the way of Ding Yi.

"Does anyone remember what I told you?" Ding Yi's spear had been disassembled and put into his backpack, and his long knife had also been sheathed, and the backpack was fastened so tightly that at least he wouldn't pull out the terrible crossbow in the next breath. But still make them tremble, make them afraid.

It's not that the herdsmen have never seen people die, on the contrary, they have seen many lives and deaths.

In this place ruled by men, it was not uncommon for the little khan or nobles to kill the poor; There are also wars between tribes, for a certain piece of water and grass, for a woman who robs marriage; For tribes that are not protected by city walls, the beasts will naturally test who is the hunter.

It's just that they haven't seen such a terrifying method as Ding Yi.

And he was doing it all with blood on his face all the time.

Watching Ding Yi approach, they felt as if their fate was in their hands.

I don't know if Ding Yi will kill himself because of a word, or let it go gently like the boy who stole his spear.

They don't know anything, and that's where the fear comes in.

"It seems that what I say is not taken seriously by anyone?" Ding Yi was still smiling, but no one felt warm because of it.

At this time, a voice sounded from outside the crowd, but it was the young man who had stolen Ding Yi's spear just now, and he said tremblingly, "No, don't steal your things." ”

"He's the only one who remembers?" Ding Yi asked the people around him.

So the crowd boiled: "No, no! I didn't steal anything from you! "I remember, remember! "Don't steal your things, I remember ......"

"Alright." As soon as Ding spoke, they fell silent, but they heard him speak again. "Then what are you going to do again?"

Ding Yi said, pointing to the middle of the crowd, the little Khan's brother and the sturdy and slender young man.

"Who saved you?" At this time, Battle couldn't suppress his admiration for the hero, and jumped out and shouted at the herdsmen, "Who killed the leader of the horse bandits and repelled the horse bandits?" Who recovered these lost cattle and sheep and captured these horses? ”

He was very excited, much more excited than Ding Yi: "Who let you survive?" It's him! It was he who used knives and guns to save you from death! Immortality is above, and the blue wolf never leaves a living mouth, do any of you not know? That's how you repay the hero who saved your life? ”

Battle turned away. Kneeling down at Badama, he was about to say something, but the latter said, "Go, as long as you follow behind me, one day." You will also become a legend of the steppe. "In fact, Badama is a very calm woman, and she can see that she is a subordinate. is already in a kind of crazy worship of Ding Yi. It's useless to keep him around, it's better to give Ding Yi a favor.

As Battle stood behind Ding Yi, the slender and sturdy young man ran to Ding Yi, drew an arrow, raised his hands above his head and knelt down: "My face, where your song fell." It is where my arrows fell; Your sword is the direction in which I rode forward! I, Gaddas, walk before your banner. The beautiful girl who was captured and robbed of the beautiful haode palace tent is going to be presented to you! ”

Ding Yi took the chirp, that is, the ringing arrow, nodded and said to him, "Get up, you and Battle, go and arrange all the men in the tribe and prepare to set off." "Of course Gaddas took the order, he is a smart man, he has seen Ding Yi's martial arts and seen Ding Yi's methods, when he is not sure, he will be Ding Yi's most loyal lackey.

The migratory party did not move quickly, although the bandits did not have time to gather and prepare their horses, so they captured many horses, and everyone had at least one man and two horses. But you can't just ride a horse and leave nothing, the yurt needs to be packed up, the cattle and sheep need to be driven, and it is obviously impossible to expect those cattle and sheep to run as fast as the war horse without running away. So Ding Yi did not go with the whole tribe, but accompanied Badama, escorted her to a large tribe, and then turned back to meet the herdsmen in the tribe.

"A, take it." Badama kept her promise and designated a place not far from the big tribe where the water and grass were fertile, so that Ding Yi had become a little khan to be stationed, and at the time of Ding Yi's parting, she stopped him, untied her scimitar from her waist, and gave it to Ding Yi.

Ding Yi shook his head and said to Badama, "My knife can't be given to you now. "He was more accustomed to using a long knife than a scimitar. Of course, it can also be used, but as a fighting weapon, it is the first choice.

"No, I can't use your murderous knife." Badama said and took out a piece of clothing, which was the bloodstained robe that Ding Yi had changed out of earlier, and there was still a faint darkness on the cyan fabric after washing, and she said, "Anda, leave this dress to me." ”

Ding Yi nodded a little embarrassedly, which felt a little ambiguous.

At this time, Badama took Manduhai from the nurse and said to Ding Yi, "When she grows up, I will marry you." ”

Ding Yi couldn't bear it anymore, hurriedly took the scimitar, said goodbye randomly, and galloped away as if he were fleeing.

No matter which sentence is said alone, Ding Yi can understand it.

But I just said to leave a piece of clothing;

Then he said that Manduhai would marry him when he grew up, and he would be messy.

Riding the horse far away, Ding Yi slowed down, pulled out the scimitar over there, and gasped: Damascus steel!

This is not an unscrupulous knife dealer hundreds of years later, pickled out, with sandpaper a dozen will not have a pattern, this thing does not need to be a high level of supervision, as long as you have carefully looked at the real product, shili is no problem, you can see it at a glance, and Ding Yi has seen the real thing in the museum. Speaking of this thing, I'm afraid it's more valuable than the white horse under Ding Yi's crotch that should have the blood of sweat and blood, it's really extraordinary for the second generation of officials. Not to mention the future generations, even if it is the current orthodox fourteen years, it is worth a lot of silver to get it to the Jingshi!

However, Ding Yi smiled bitterly and put the knife into the sheath, that woman like a female leopard, he was really afraid to dare to see her, and he just hoped that it would be indefinite. Not only is she extremely strong, but it seems that all the Gangli Lun does not exist in front of her, she can do whatever she wants! Ding Yizhen had a seizure, and he was not a righteous gentleman, and he didn't make it ruthless, but he still couldn't bear the answer.

Because he always has a lower limit.

For example, if you want to stand up, Ding Yi will still touch the handle of the knife with the other party's hand before making a knife.

He knew very well that if it was Badama, she would never wait, she would do whatever she wanted - even if she knew that she was enough to kill him a hundred times before he drew his sword, she would not wait for the other person to touch the hilt. She is really a beast's thinking, and she didn't say that she would be embarrassed to suddenly unilaterally announce that Ding Yi would be embarrassed, and that she would not be able to push Ding Yi's An An answer backwards, or that she couldn't do it if she promised her daughter to An A, no, she was really not pretending, but the whole person was completely animalistic, and she was a humanoid female leopard from the inside out.

Ding Yi let out a long sigh and patted his horse and galloped towards the tribe that had nominally belonged to him.

He still has a lot to do.

Summer is at the end, and the grassland is full of fat in autumn, and every war between nomads and farmers will begin at this time, and Ding Yi has little time to spend it.

Gaddas is undoubtedly very prestigious in this tribe, and Battle also fully demonstrated his martial courage in the fight against the horse bandits, with the two of them leading, there were not too many twists and turns in the process of migration, and the herdsmen who had just been hit by the horse bandits, they needed heroes, which could give them psychological peace of mind.

And Ding Yi is undoubtedly the existence of this, for them.

Even if they think he is a demon hero.

Also heroes.

But when Ding Yi returned to the tribe, Gaddas respectfully told him a not-so-haode news: "Na Yan, Wu Du is back, she wants to see you." His eyes subconsciously dodge, hiding some kind of inner desire, he is a smart man, but unfortunately because of the limitations of the era, he doesn't know what is called criminal psychology profiling, and he doesn't know that body language often reveals a lot of truths. At this point, among the civil officials of the Ming Dynasty, not to mention the first assistant, even Li Xian and Shang Chen, they are countless times stronger than him, although they have not learned these things, but the so-called reading and cultivating qi often have no teacher to control their physical behavior.

Ding Yi looked at Gadas, and from his eyes and his body language, all revealed the excitement in his heart that he had forcibly suppressed. It seems that Gaddas thinks he has an opportunity right now, and he's hesitating to take it, he's weighing the risks......

To put it most bluntly, the Wu Dugan he mentioned should not be simple, at least in his cognition, he feels that it is enough to compete with Ding Yi. So, he's thinking about taking sides.

"Weishenme she's not coming to see me?" Ding Yi asked him calmly.

As soon as the words came out, Ding Yi knew that he might have said something wrong.

Because the corners of Gadas's mouth moved, it was obvious that he controlled his desire to sneer, but Ding Yi could still interpret it as a kind of subtext of "it was so".

Ding Yi remained silent, and changed his words: "However, it doesn't hurt for me to go and see her." ”

Gaddas was a little disappointed, but he respectfully led the way, he could not have imagined that Ding Yi would be so furious—according to the methods he used to kill the herdsmen when he was in power, and the way he dealt with the horse bandits, Gaddas would be willing to go to Wudugan, so that the conflict he expected would disappear without a trace.

When he walked into Wu Dugan's tent, Ding Yi frowned.

The woman who sat inside, judging by her antlered hat and the bronze ornament of a bird on top, was clearly a witch, nay, a shaman, a Mongolian shaman. (To be continued......)