The crossbow man rested at the inn for one night, and after making sure that the people who made trouble in the inn during the day would not come to trouble again, he left Yuma Pass the next morning under Xiaomeng's farewell.

Yumaguan is nearly a month's journey away from the original capital city of Yanli, and he sent a letter to his parents earlier to the master, but he has not received a reply, which is very in line with the strange master's style of acting, and he can only rely on himself on this way.

However, he still didn't know anything about Yan Li's relocation to the capital, and he hadn't asked about his parents' news in Guannei.

Farewell to the little Meng who saw him off, that was the first person he knew after going down the mountain, his feeling for Xiao Meng was more like the miss for his sister, but he didn't know that the girl's heart also followed him, and then I don't know how many years, until she was in the loess, the girl still imagined that the thin path would appear in front of her eyes again, but she would never know that the boy had stood in front of his grave and drank wine all night.

Out of Yuma Pass, half a day later, the crossbow man came to a mountain forest, the mountain forest is the only way to the next stop Beishan County, he stopped at a herbal tea shop next to the forest stream to prepare to rest, the shop is built by a few small bamboo buildings, usually by receiving passing caravans to make a living.

There is a young man named Chang San in the shop, and the shopkeeper is a middle-aged couple. Chang San is a warm-hearted person, and when he saw someone coming to rest, he hurriedly stepped forward to help unload his bags.

The crossbowman sat down, chatted with Chang San casually, asked for a pot of herbal tea and some pastries, and he ran into the kitchen with a cigarette.

At this time, it was noon, it stands to reason that the shop should be doing well, the crossbowman just thought, there was a team of horses on the path outside the shop, the number of horses was not much, three or four dark-skinned laborers and two businessmen who were a little rich, they came to the shop, and they were very familiar with the horses and led the horses to the simple stables on the side.

The woman guarding the counter in the shop saw that it was a familiar procession of merchants, and hurriedly shouted at them to sit down, urging Chang San to be more numb. Chang San hurriedly served the teapot and pastries for the man, turned around and went to the people sitting at the two tables, a merchant asked for a few pots of tea, helped the laborer to ask for some more coarse cakes, and asked for two plates of sauce and meat, and told him to wait and help take care of the horses, so he said no more.

Chang San helped to eat, trotted to the stable to feed the horses some grass and water, and then looked at the path to see if there was a figure, to make sure that there was no one before he walked back to the shop, looking at the merchants and laborers who were silently eating in the shop, he felt a little bored, and then noticed that he was still sitting there drinking tea and eating pastries, he came over.

"Little Zhenren, the kid looks at your dress and has a sense of déjà vu, and dares to ask the little Zhenren, but it's the Taoist on the mountain outside Yuma Pass." Chang San opened his mouth and asked the crossbowman who had just finished drinking a cup of tea.

The crossbowman was a little surprised when he heard that Chang San actually knew his mountain gate, he swallowed the tea in his mouth, got up and replied, "Brother Chang actually knows about the mountain gate of Xiaodao, but I don't know if I have been there." ”

Chang San knelt on the ground when he heard the answer, and said in his mouth, "Chang San, the surviving person of Changjia Village, has seen his benefactor and thanked Meng Ran for saving his life back then. Saying that Chang San was about to kowtow, the crossbow man didn't know when he had become his benefactor, so he helped Chang San on the ground and asked, "When Xiaodao first came down the mountain gate, how did he become your savior." ”

Chang San was helped up, and hurriedly opened his mouth to explain the origin, "The benefactor does not know, when the plague was encountered under the mountain, the corpses were all over the field, and the 800 people in Changjia Village saw the death of the dead, the sick disease, at this time, the real people on the mountain came down the mountain, they treated the sick and saved people, but did not ask for anything in return, nor did they leave their names, I was one of the rescued, I wanted to go to find the benefactors to thank me, but found that you were no longer there, and then I heard other survivors in the village say that you are the real people in the Taoist temple on the mountain, and I only then knew the identity of the benefactors, But due to various reasons, can not climb the mountain to say thanks, today dare to ask the little real person, hereby to make a big gift, benefactor, please accept the Chang Sanyi worship. ”

While speaking, Chang San was about to kneel down again, but the crossbow man hurriedly stopped him and spoke. "Brother Chang, what are you talking about, curing the sick and saving people is originally the original intention of our cultivators, not to mention that the trail was not among them at that time, it was the senior brothers who went down the mountain, and you can't afford this thankful trail."

Chang San was untied a lot by this statement, and he didn't dare to be more hypocritical, so he chatted with the crossbowman about the recent changes in his hometown, and the businessman who was resting on the side called him over. A few laborers went to the side stables to lead the horses, and when the merchant had finished settling the accounts and said something to the female shopkeeper at the counter, the woman was a little annoyed, but her face was full of smiles.

The crossbow man saw that he was almost resting, packed his bags, and was ready to check out and leave, but when he took out the silver money and put it on the counter, there was a noise behind him, and he saw that the horse team that had gone out more than ten meters was fleeing in all directions under a shock, and a white-clothed boy flew out of the head of a horse, the young man's face was a little pale, but he couldn't cover the noble temperament of his whole body, the young man flew towards the shop quickly, not far behind him, there were nearly a hundred or so shirtless men, And the horses that had just stopped the boy had been cut down to the ground by the big man at this time, and a group of people had also been cut off their heads, and they couldn't bear to gamble.

The young man in white was the one who was in the Yumaguan Inn yesterday, he flew into the shop, noticed the crossbowman who was watching him in front of the counter, the corners of his mouth hooked up a miserable smile, the young man spit out a few mouthfuls of turbidity, turned his head to look at the hundred or so fierce men who were frantically rushing towards the shop, clenched the long sword in his hand, and said, "I wanted to find a place to rest, but I didn't expect them to come so fast, I can't stop a few, they are rushing down, I'm afraid there will be a fierce battle here, a few of them should run for their lives." With that, he threw a bag of things into the hands of the woman at the counter, apparently the money that was going to compensate for the loss of the woman's shop.

The woman took the bag, weighed it in her hand a few times, and looked very calm, and did not run for her life in a hurry as she imagined, she smiled and said to the young man in white, "With such a generous shot, which young master of the family can't do it, if the white and pure person is killed by this group of people, it will be a little pitiful." ”

The young man in white was unmoved, and swept towards the crowd with his sword, and in the blink of an eye, the sword light scattered in the crowd.

The woman put the money bag into her sleeve and said disgruntly, "What an impatience. Then she shouted into the kitchen, "Dead ghost, come to life." The man in the kitchen heard the shouting, and walked out with a large kitchen knife in a hurry, looking at the scene outside the shop, a smile appeared on the honest face, he nodded to the woman, and was about to rush forward with the knife. The woman gave him a look, and then he stopped at the kitchen door.

The crossbowman's heart was full of doubts, watching the young man constantly swinging his long sword, and at the same time noticing the performance of this team of couples, could it be that the two of them were still some hidden masters.

Chang San on the side was not surprised, and when he saw the crossbowman with a puzzled face, he hurriedly explained, "The benefactor just looks at it, and the shopkeeper will make a decision." ”

But the young man in white who was fighting in the crowd over there was outnumbered after all, and he was smashed down by a big man with a scar holding a meteor sledgehammer from a pile of corpses that were piled high at his feet, and the young man in white was smashed and vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, and the white clothes were stained red by the blood of the big man and his own blood.

He fell to the ground, knelt on one knee, stuck his long sword on the ground with one hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and dozens of big figures surrounded him.

When the scar man saw the young man's current situation, he scolded, "Stinky boy, attack the helm of the gang at night, kill so many people and still want to run, no matter what kind of prince and nobleman you are, young master of the family, you have to go to the funeral for my brothers and take your life." The roar shook the sky, the big man's eyes widened angrily, the green tendons on his body burst out, and he smashed the door of the white-clothed young man with a meteor sledgehammer in his hand.

The boy did not panic, and jumped up with his sword to swing at the sledgehammer, but a large chopping knife blocked the hammer before him.

The crossbowman saw the scarred man smash it with a hammer, and thought that he could only make a move, and he seemed to owe others a favor, how could he stand by and watch. After thinking about it, he took out the knife in the scabbard behind his back and rushed over in one step, even Chang San couldn't imagine that his benefactor would be so decisive, where could he stop him.

Blocking the hammer of the big man, the crossbowman's body sank a few inches into the ground, and the robe was cracked a few times.

Dahan thought that this hammer should be able to kill the young man in white, but a little Taoist priest came out to stop him, and his whole face suddenly became extremely difficult to see, and he roared and smashed a hammer at the crossbowman.

Seeing the situation, dozens of people next to him also kept attacking.

After the white-clothed young man was helped by the crossbowman to block the attack, he was startled at first, took a few breaths, didn't think about it anymore, and raised his sword to face the besieging crowd.

The two of them fended off waves of attacks back to back, and whoever they were at the moment was red-eyed.

Helplessly, there are many big men, even if the young man in white is strong, but he is already injured, and the injury is even worse, and they are forced to retreat. As for the crossbowman, he is not good at fighting, and he has little combat experience, so it is not easy to persist until now with just one blood.

Finally, under a fierce attack, the young man in white was smashed on the arm holding the sword with a hammer, and the long sword fell to the ground with a sound, and streams of blood dripped from his arm. The crossbow man was not much better, he was pierced through the shoulder by a man and a sword, leaning on the back of the young man in white and spitting blood.

The scar man saw the two who were already at the end of the crossbow, and sneered, "In this Yuma Pass, my orangutan wolf gang is the king of heaven Lao Tzu, you wait for the kid to eat the bear's heart and leopard gall, even Lao Tzu dares to provoke, think you are unlucky." As he spoke, Dahan glanced at a few people around him, and a few cold rays hit the two of them in an instant.

The crossbowman was about to let go, the young man in white also felt something, the two stood up with each other's arms, and waved the weapon in his hand vigorously against the cold, the scar man saw this, laughed very crazy, and mocked in his mouth, "Don't measure yourself..." Then they fell, and the men who were besieging the two of them also fell, and there was obviously an extra cut of a kitchen knife on their necks, but not a drop of blood oozed out.

The two of them were still immersed in shock, completely unaware of what had just happened, and a figure on the other side was slowly walking towards the shop, holding a kitchen knife in his hand, and said, "Alas, bad guys always die from flowers." ”

The woman was a little displeased to see her man pretending to be a ghost like this, but because there were other people who were not having a good seizure, she had to glare at the man, and said dissatisfiedly, "You ended it so hastily, and the remaining evil obstacles in the Yuma Pass should not be dealt with by the old lady herself." ”

The middle-aged man heard his mother-in-law scolding, smiled awkwardly, turned around, and disappeared into the shop in one step.