"What did you say?" The bandit leader was a little confused.

"Didn't Your Excellency just say that we only need to hand over a thousand taels and release this child?"

"You have a thousand taels?" The bandit leader looked at Shen Ye's clothes from top to bottom, and he didn't think that Shen Ye was a rich kid who could get a thousand taels of silver.

Shen Ye smiled slightly and took out a stack of paper from his arms.

"Silver ticket?"

The bandit leader raised his eyebrows, he drove his horse to Shen Ye and took the things in Shen Ye's hand.

"What is this?" The bandit leader's pupils shrank.

Shen Ye said in a low voice: "Let go of that child, these things are all for you, and I owe you a personal favor." ”

The leader laughed angrily: "Human favor? Who do you think you are? With these fakes from nowhere, I'll believe you? ”

Shen Ye said lightly: "This is the seal of the genuine Dongjiang City Lord Ruofan, if you don't want it, you can return it to me." Shen Ye stretched out his hand to take it.

The leader shook off Shen Ye's outstretched hand: "Are you a member of Ruo's family?" There was some jealousy in his eyes.

Shen Ye's heart moved, he originally wanted to move out of the name of Dongdaying and Beifu Iron Cavalry, so it seemed that it was unnecessary.

The leader pinched the paper handed by Shen Ye in his right hand and patted his left hand gently, he looked at Shen Ye for a long time, and after thinking for a moment, a smile appeared on his face.

"Let go!"

The bandits in the back exploded when they heard this.

"Boss? Did this man really give you a thousand taels of silver tickets? The bandits all came together, and everyone had a greedy look in their eyes.

The leader didn't want to say more, but he quickly noticed the desire in the eyes of his subordinates, and his heart instantly raised his vigilance, these subordinates of his own were outlaws, if they thought that they were going to swallow a thousand taels of silver alone, what would they do?

To be on the safe side, he handed them what Shen Ye had given him.

The bandits looked excitedly, and then the joy on their faces disappeared instantly.

"Boss, what is this? It's not a silver ticket at all, he's playing with you? ”

"It's not a trick."

The leader said in a deep voice: "This thing is more important to us than money, not only can we make a fortune in the future, but also save our lives, you are about to release that child." ”

Although the bandits were puzzled, they still let the boy go.

The old man untied the rope on Nan Rongbo's body, and the grandfather and grandson hugged each other and cried.

"Benefactor!"

The old man hugged Shen Ye's leg tightly and said gratefully: "What the benefactor did for Bo'er, our grandfather and grandson are unforgettable!" Benefactor rest assured, we will definitely return all the 1,000 taels of silver! ”

The bandit leader next to him smiled and said, "Since a few friends are from the Ruo family and the Nanrong family, of course we won't be embarrassed, let's go." ”

Seeing Nan Rongbo looking at these bandits with resentment, Shen Ye hurriedly covered the young man's eyes, for fear of provoking the bandits to change his mind.

"Stop! I told them to go, but I didn't say let a few of you go. ”

The bandit leader raised his knife and whispered coldly to the others in the pavilion who wanted to leave.

Everyone in the pavilion glanced at each other, and everyone was a little nervous.

Seeing this, Shen Ye hurriedly said, "Isn't it enough for you to have these things?" ”

The leader of the bandits snorted: "Friends of the Ruo family, you must know that doing our business, cutting off people's wealth is equivalent to cutting off people's lives, letting the three of you go is for the sake of Ruojia and Nanrongbu's face, you don't have to make an inch, before I change my mind, you quickly disappear in front of me!" ”

The old man's face turned red, he was in a very conflicted mood at the moment, for the sake of his grandson, he couldn't wait to pull Shen Ye and run away immediately, but the people in the pavilion did have the intention of helping him, and he couldn't sit idly by.

"If you don't want to die, put down your weapons! Say what about you, do you hear me? The leader of the bandits suddenly noticed a middle-aged man with a knife walking in his direction.

The middle-aged man has thick eyebrows, wears a leather robe, and has a very easy smile on his face.

Seeing the bandits surround him, the middle-aged man didn't care at all, he threw the saber to the ground, followed Shen Ye's example, took out a piece of paper from his clothes, and then smiled at the bandit leader: "This is for you." ”

"What the hell are you doing? What is this?" the leader asked with wide eyes.

"Silver ticket." The middle-aged man replied honestly.

"Silver ticket?" The bandit leader took it curiously, and when he saw the pattern on it, he screamed, as if his hand had been stung, and threw the paper out in an instant.

The middle-aged man's face changed, and he was full of murderous intent, and when he saw the pattern fall into Shen Ye's arms, his demeanor returned to the original.

Shen Ye picked up the paper and looked at it, there was a skeleton white bone drawn on the paper, and a red tie was tied on the head of the skeleton, Shen Ye looked a little inexplicable: "What is this?" ”

The old man came over and said in surprise: "This is the symbol of our Yi Clan Holy Church, and he is our warrior of our Nanrong Clan Holy Church!" ”

Shen Ye said with a strange face: "Do all of you Templar people like to use this kind of paper painting to show their identity?" ”

The old man smiled bitterly: "The benefactor doesn't know, our tribe has not mastered the forging technology, so we don't have the so-called token of your Central Plains people." ”

"But that's it?" Shen Ye pondered the wording: "It's too child's play, can't you just draw a picture and pretend to be a warrior in your mouth?" ”

The old man shook his head and said: "I don't know, not to mention whether other people can portray the symbol of the temple so similarly, this temple is where we bury our ancestors of the Yi tribe, and the guards and warriors in it are all carefully selected warriors from several large tribes, and the purest soul is required, pretending to be a temple guard is to blaspheme our ancestors, once discovered, together with the immediate family members of the impostor will be expelled from the tribe, and they will not be allowed to worship the temple forever." ”

After the old man explained, he said a little strangely, "How did the Templar soldiers get here?" ”

"My lord, the villain has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, and I don't know that adults are here." The leader of the bandits got off his horse trembling and fell to his knees.

Shen Ye was surprised and asked, "Is this Templar warrior so terrifying?" ”

"Of course!"

The old man said proudly: "Our Templar warriors are all invulnerable, and they are invincible. ”

"Invulnerability? One against a hundred? Shen Ye instantly understood, it seemed that the rulers of the Baiyi tribes had already deified this so-called Templar warrior among the people in order to emphasize the combat effectiveness of the Templar guards.

"Can we go now?" The middle-aged man said gently.

"Of course, you please go, no, no, no, let's go, you rest here." The bandit leader's face was as earth-colored, and he crawled backwards.

"Wait a minute."

The bandit leader turned his head with difficulty, and showed a smile that was uglier than crying: "What else do you command?" ”

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Before you leave, can you show me what the young man gave you just now?" ”

"For you, all for you, we don't want it. Brothers, get out! After the bandit leader handed the "gift" given to him by Shen Ye to the middle-aged man, he fled in a panic.

"Meet the Templar Guard!"

After the bandits left, everyone in the pavilion knelt down and shouted in unison, except for Shen Ye.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and said gently, "Everyone, please get up." ”

The old man next to Shen Ye got up from the ground excitedly, walked up to the middle-aged man, returned the painting representing the temple guard to the middle-aged man, and asked, "My lord, the tie on this pattern is red, you, you are from our Nanrong Division?" ”

"That's right, in addition to being a sanctuary guard, I'm also the head of the guard of the Great Elder of the Nanrong Clan."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he touched his head and smiled at the embarrassed old man: "However, I am not your son." ”