"You have to pay when you enter town!"

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"Uncle, we are nearby villagers!

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"Where is so much nonsense, whether you pay it or not?

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"Uncle, do you see if you can buy less?"

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"What's the kid carrying? Take it down for me. ”

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"Coffin board! do you really want to see it?"

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"Alright, alright! For your honest sake, let's go in!"

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"Thank you, uncle, thank you, uncle!"

Yang Dalin thanked the guards at the gate of the town with a smile on his face, and then took Song Yifei and a few people and walked quickly into Chimen Town.

Around Chiling Village, there are a total of three towns, namely Chimen Town, Jiuguan Town, Fengjun Town, the three towns form a market in the order of the season, and today it is just the turn of Chimen Town.

"Brother Yang, thank you for your care along the way! I'll leave first!"

As soon as he entered the bazaar, Song Yifei said goodbye to Yang Dalin.

"Brother Han, take care all the way!"

Yang Dalin and Song Yifei are not familiar with each other, and they brought him over completely for the sake of Yang Goudan and money.

Chao Song Yifei responded with a smile, and Yang Dalin took a few other companions and walked towards the most prosperous part of the crowd.

"Sugar gourd!

"Good cloth!

"Kuaijianmen recruits, are there any people here? Not only can you learn martial arts, but you can also eat and live, and you can get a monthly case!"

The town is not big, and the division is very simple, Song Yifei, who is carrying the Supreme Demon Sword, walked around and soon found his destination.

A caravan is packing up wagons, carrying goods, and preparing to depart.

Song Yifei was in the caravan, a middle-aged man with a burly figure and a saber hanging from his waist, who looked like the leader of the guard, asked politely:

"This big brother, I don't know where the steward of your caravan is?"

"Tie things tightly, and you can't afford to pay for them if they fall and break!"

The middle-aged man was commanding his men, and when he heard Song Yifei's inquiry, he unconsciously tightened the long knife in his waist, turned his head, and stared at Song Yifei vigilantly:

"Who are you, what are you doing with us?"

"I'm a nearby mountain dweller, and I want to ask the steward if I can follow your caravan to the nearby county seat. ”

Song Yifei was dressed in patched clothes, unkempt, carrying a rag baggage, plus layers of Supreme Demon Knife wrapped like wooden boards, and he really looked like a fleeing mountain man.

With his strength, it is not a problem to travel alone, the reason why he wants to travel with the caravan is that on the one hand, his strength recovery is limited, plus he is injured, it is inconvenient to move, and on the other hand, he does not know the way.

Hearing Song Yifei's words, the middle-aged man didn't think about it, and directly refused:

"We don't bring outsiders here, you can find other caravans!"

After speaking, the middle-aged man ignored Song Yifei, turned around and continued to direct the guys to load things.

"Be careful, talk about you!" the middle-aged man yelled loudly, pointing to a thin guy with a cold black face.

"Well, can I ask the steward?"

Song Yifei looked around and found that only this caravan was about to travel, so he had no choice but to ask again.

"Why are you still here, I said no!"

The middle-aged man glared at him impatiently.

"Are you in charge?" Song Yifei frowned and was also a little impatient, this guy seemed to be very resistant to him from the beginning.

"You don't care what I am, I can't do it if I say no. ”

The middle-aged man's tone was very arrogant, his right hand was clenched into a fist, and he looked like Song Yifei was about to do it when he annoyed him again.

Song Yifei had no intention of bothering with an ordinary martial artist, and took a few steps back to distance himself from the middle-aged man.

Seeing that he was soft, the middle-aged man snorted disdainfully, and continued to be busy with his own affairs.

Song Yifei naturally wouldn't give up because of such a setback, he had seen a lot of such roadblocks in his previous life.

obviously doesn't have much power, but he always likes to use a chicken feather as an arrow.

After looking back and forth in the caravan, a luxurious carriage that was obviously out of place came into his eyes.

"That's it!"

Song Yifei deliberately bypassed the middle-aged man and walked to the side of the luxurious carriage from the other side.

A young man dressed in gray was sitting on a shelf, dozing off with his head propped up. Hearing Song Yifei's footsteps, a spirit woke up.

"Who are you, and what do you want to do?"

The gray-clothed guy clenched the horsewhip in his hand and looked at Song Yifei vigilantly.

"I'm a nearby mountain dweller, I want to ask your steward, can you take a caravan to the county seat?"

"Oh!"

looked Song Yifei up and down, feeling that he was not lying, the gray-clothed little man was vigilant, nodded, and did not refuse neatly like the middle-aged man.

"Wait a minute, I'll ask my son-in-law!"

After saying a word to Song Yifei, the gray-clothed little guy got into the curtain, woke up the son who was also sleeping inside, and whispered Song Yifei's words aside.

The silk curtain on the window of the car was pulled open, and a young man with a face covered with pockmarks and a fine white hosta in his bun stuck his head out.

"You want a ride, don't you?"

The young man seemed to have encountered this kind of love for the first time, looking at Song Yifei, his eyes were full of curiosity.

"Yes! I don't know how much it will cost?"

"Fees?"

The pockmarked young man was puzzled, then shook his head and said, "The cost is not needed! But the car is full of goods, I'm afraid there is no good place for you to sit!"

"It's okay! I'll just walk!"

"Walking?"

The pockmarked young man showed a look of surprise, looked Song Yifei up and down, and frowned slightly.

There is more than a hundred miles to go to Ning County from here, and it is difficult to reach it in one day if you rely on two legs alone.

Now the wilderness is chaotic, and their caravan must arrive before dark, and the time can be said to be very rushed.

Has this guy practiced kung fu, or is he being strong?

The pockmarked youth thought for a while and said, "Otherwise, you and Huang Zhong will ride in the car together!"

"This ...... Then thank you, Childe. ”

Song Yifei originally wanted to refuse, with his physical strength, walking a hundred miles was really nothing. But when I think about it, I don't think it's necessary, not because I'm afraid of hard work, but because I'm afraid of being too showy.

The convoy was quickly cleaned up, and the burly man who commanded the men came over to report to the pockmarked youth, and found Song Yifei sitting in the car.

"Why are you here? I'm not ......" The burly man said in a deep voice as he stared at a tiger's eye.

"White Guard, are you alright?"

Xu heard the footsteps of the burly man, and the pockmarked young man stuck his head out of the car window again.

As if realizing why Song Yifei was here, the burly man glared at Song Yifei angrily, feeling as if he was going to give him a piece of meat.

Song Yifei ignored it and continued to lean on the frame behind him.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

The burly man muttered in a small voice.

"White Guard, what's wrong?" asked the pock-faced boy suspiciously.

The burly man changed his face to a smile, turned his head, looked at the pock-faced man, and said respectfully:

"Childe, it's all packed! Do you think we're going to leave now?"

"It's the first time I've done this, and I don't know much about it, if you think it's okay, let's go!"

After speaking, the pock-faced boy pointed at Song Yifei and said:

"By the way, this is a mountain man who is hitchhiking, and he wants to go to the county seat with us, it should be fine, right?"

"It's okay!

The white guard smiled in response, and turned to beckon his men to go.

Looking at the back of the white guard, Song Yifei frowned slightly, and said in his heart, wait a minute, don't have any bloody plots!

The caravan slowly started and swam out of the gate of Chimen Town like a long snake. The entire caravan, including the guards and the pock-faced boy, was about thirty people and seven wagons.

Except for the white guard and the other two guards who Song Yifei didn't know on horseback, everyone else was riding in a truck, and if the road conditions were poor, the people in the car would get down and walk a certain distance.

The goods transported, he had inadvertently skimmed, were basically medicinal herbs, dry goods, furs, and some bacon made from rare animals.

There are no wildlife protection laws in this world, tigers, bears, and even monkeys can be hunted and killed at will, of course, you have to have the ability to kill.

Medicinal herbs are basically the most common medicinal herbs, and all the goods added together are estimated to be less than one thousand taels of silver.

Counting the cost of cars and people, it is already very rare to earn a hundred taels in one trip.

Overall, this is a standard civilian caravan.

That white guard obviously has internal strength in cultivation, but it is specific and high, and Song Yifei can't sense it because he can't release his spirit. However, with such a small caravan and such a low income, it is very good to be able to hire a small achievement.

The carriage staggered forward, the gray-clothed guy didn't look very old, but his skills in driving the car were not small, giving people the feeling of sitting in a cradle.

Song Yifei tightened his coat with cotton and leaned against the magic knife, which was against the frame, he squinted and was closing his eyes to recuperate.

The white guard, from time to time, would ride around him, and then look at him with a cold look in his eyes.

When he walked to the back of the convoy, he would inadvertently put one hand on the horse's belly and lightly sprinkle a smear of lime.

Maybe it was a little boring to hurry, or maybe he slept too much in the morning, the pock-faced boy opened the curtain, arched his hand awkwardly towards Song Yifei, and said with a smile:

"In Xia Sun Li, dare to ask Your Excellency, your honorable name?"

Hearing the words of the pock-faced boy, Song Yifei opened his eyes, leaned slightly sideways and said:

"Han Yu!"

"Han Yu, Han Yu! What a name! It seems to be a little familiar......

"Childe has won the prize. ”

"Brother Han, what are you doing in Ning County?"

Sun Li spoke very politely, and did not despise Song Yifei because of his dress.

"Find someone. ”

"Who's looking for?"

Probably feeling that his question was a bit too much, Sun Li hurriedly explained: "My family lives in Ning County, maybe I can help you find it!"

"Thank you for your kindness!"

Song Yifei smiled and didn't say who he was looking for, and then the two had an awkward chat, and occasionally the gray-clothed guy would interject and say a few words.

Through conversation, Song Yifei also knew the name of the gray-clothed guy - Wangcai!

Halfway through the journey, it was already past noon, and the white guard came over to report to Sun Liyu, and then arranged for someone to drive the carriage to the side of the road to prepare for rest.

After the carriage and horses were secured, the guards and men gathered together, eating dry food, talking and laughing.

Song Yifei was troublesome when he came out, he didn't bring the pancakes prepared for him by An An'an's mother, and he didn't even have a water bladder, anyway, it was just a meal, it didn't matter, and he was eating it back when he arrived in the county.

"Brother Han, let's eat together?"

Sun Li opened the curtain, pointed to the braised meat and pastries on the small table, and smiled and invited Song Yifei in. In the conversation just now, although Song Yifei was very perfunctory, the conversation that was inadvertently revealed still shocked him.

"No need!" Song Yifei waved his hand and refused.

Seeing that Song Yifei didn't agree, although Sun Li had the heart to make friends, he didn't ask too much.

Song Yifei got out of the carriage, found a big tree nearby, leaned on it and slept in the sun.

Da-da-da-da!

Shortly after he sat down, there was a sudden sound of dense footsteps around him, mixed with the sound of horses' hooves.

"Lay down your arms and don't move!"