When Ding Yu heard the words "looking for a monk", his heart sank, he patted the shoulder of the person in front of him and asked, "This big brother, do you know what's going on ahead?"

The man in front looked back and saw that it was a handsome little Langjun, so he replied: "The group of people blocking the road in front of him were originally mountain bandits in this Yangji Mountain, and they collected the money from the passers-by on weekdays. I didn't think that there was just a team of welcoming relatives today, you think, the sedan chair can be lifted, so the two sides clashed. ”

Originally, according to local customs, the bride's sedan chair when she got married, must be carried by relatives on both sides, from leaving her mother's house to the man's house, she can't touch the ground along the way, and she can't be opened by someone, only when she arrives outside the man's house, the groom can lift the sedan curtain and carry the bride into the man's house. Otherwise, it is a great bad luck. Those temporary sedan chair drivers were blocked on the road and couldn't rest their shoulders, and they felt extremely anxious, but now they actually had to lift the sedan chair, and they immediately made a noise.

Seeing that both sides were about to start moving, suddenly a voice in the queue asked: "Dare to ask the king, is this monk you are looking for is fifteen or sixteen years old and riding a green horse?"

One of the bandits' eyes lit up and said, "Exactly, where did you see him?"

A person walked out of the crowd, and Ding Yu saw that it was the knight of the Snow Lotus Trading House who had shot him three arrows earlier. I only heard the knight say: "My lord doesn't have to be embarrassed by this welcoming team, the Li family in Shanhuajian and the Liu family in Honghe Village are married, this is something that the nearby five miles and eight towns know, where will there be any bald monks." On the contrary, when we just came, I met a man on the road, who lied that it was the dart master who wanted to infiltrate our caravan, and was shot away by me with three arrows. The man was fifteen or sixteen years old, riding a green horse, and although he couldn't tell if he was a monk or not with a hat, his neck was bare and hairless. ”

The leader of the mountain bandits was overjoyed and asked, "When did you see him?"

The knight said, "About two hours ago, it was over there." As he spoke, he turned around and pointed behind him, but he just happened to see Ding Yu. He hurriedly pointed at Ding Yu and said, "That's that kid!"

Ding Yu knew that it was going to be bad when he recognized the man, and he was going to leave here first, but a few more carriages came behind him, blocking the intersection, and this delay was pointed out. Ding Yu hated me a lot in his heart: It was okay to shoot me three arrows before, after all, he didn't understand the rules and was mistaken for a horse thief and robber;

The left and right have already exposed traces, so they will simply kill them! These mountain bandits will not be strong in the future, otherwise they will not be entangled with a welcoming team for a long time, and this Snow Lotus Trading Company will not be let go! Ding Yu calculated properly, so he simply threw off the hat on his head and roared: "Grandpa is the monk who killed people, what are you going to do!" With that, a heel bucket flipped from the horse to the roof of a carriage in front of him, and just a dozen carriages in front of him were not far away, so he took the roof of the carriage as the road, jumped to the roof of the Snow Lotus Trading House in a few vertical leaps, and kicked the knight in the chest with a volley.

The person of the Snow Lotus Trading House was skilled in bows and horses, but his martial arts were only mediocre, he saw that Ding Yu was fierce, he didn't dare to take it hard, and wanted to avoid it, but Ding Yu kicked his right foot in the air, and stepped down with his left foot, just stepping on the man's shoulder. Ding Yu has three or five hundred catties of strength since King Kong subdued the demon and became a small power, punching and kicking, and this hateful kick suddenly broke the man's collarbone and fell directly from the horse. However, Ding Yu still didn't get rid of his hatred, and after he landed, he turned around and grabbed the man, and threw it hard into the cargo compartment of the Snow Lotus Trading House, only to hear a click, the wall of the carriage was smashed, and the goods inside rolled to the ground, all of which were ginseng herbs and the like.

When the people in line saw that the fight was about to start, they all avoided in panic, and ran outside the mountain col in three or two clicks, leaving only Ding Yu, more than ten mountain bandits and five snow lotus caravan warriors confronting each other.

As Ding Yu expected, these more than ten mountain bandits are not masters, except for the small leader who has also practiced some knife skills, the rest are just strong ordinary people. Therefore, as soon as the little leader saw Ding Yu's strength, he knew that he was not an opponent, and hurriedly instructed his subordinates: "Hurry up and blow the trumpet, let the people of the King Kong Gate and the owner of the village come over, this guy is so good at martial arts, I can only entangle him for a while!"

Ding Yu saw that his strength was loose and his body could not cooperate with the knife moves, so he couldn't help but feel a little contemptuous, and after avoiding the blade sideways, he reached out to grab his wrist. Unexpectedly, this person suddenly turned his arm, and slashed at Ding Yudang's chest with a backhand, the knife light was sharp, how could he look semi-scattered. Ding Yu was frightened, his upper body lay backwards, and he kicked out from below, hitting the little leader's lower abdomen and kicking him more than a meter away. When he looked down, he saw that a wound nearly a foot long had been cut on his chest, and he finally dodged quickly, and his own muscles were strong, so that the blade did not penetrate deeply.

The little leader spat blood, stood up with a knife, didn't dare to go up again for a while, turned his head and shouted to the people of the Snow Lotus Trading House: "The monk is so fierce, you have a grudge against him, and you still want to stay out of the matter?"

The people of the Snow Lotus Trading House had already copied the bow and arrow in their hands, and they only saw the mountain bandits and the monk fighting together, and they did not release the arrows for fear of accidental injury, and then the two separated, needless to say, the five people had arrows in succession, and more than a dozen arrows were shot at Ding Yu one after another.

Ding Yu had been shot in the horse's leg by a knight of the Snow Lotus Trading House before, and he had long prevented them from using bows and arrows again, and when Yu Guangxuan saw that their arms were raised, he immediately strengthened his waist and legs, turned around and pounced, and after landing, he rolled again and again, and got under a carriage. With the shield of the carriage, the five archers could not aim at Ding Yu, and were about to go around the carriage and shoot again, but saw five or six half-sized wooden boxes fly out from the back of the carriage and fall straight down to them with the sound of the whirring wind. It turned out that there were more than a dozen boxes of goods tied to the carriage, and after Ding Yu got up, he tore off the rope that tied the goods and threw the goods through the carriage.

Although these wooden boxes thrown out of the air were inaccurate, the place was already small, and there were seventeen or eighteen people in the mountain bandits and the guards of the trading houses, and there was nowhere to hide for a while, and nearly half of them were smashed. As soon as the rest of the men had passed the carriage with knives and bows and arrows, they saw Ding Yu rushing towards them with a huge box. The three guards of the trading house fired arrows one after another, but they were all blocked by the wooden box, and several mountain bandits rushed forward to raise their knives to split, Ding Yu's feet did not stop, and the big wooden box in his hands shook from side to side, and the scimitars were all blocked. At this time, he even weighed three or four hundred pounds with a suitcase, plus the force of the collision, to say the least, there were seven or eight hundred pounds, and a few minions were slightly bumped and flew out diagonally like bowling pins. The two comptoir guards couldn't retreat, and they also shared the same fate. Only the little leader of the mountain bandits was the most flexible, lying on his side, and slashed at Ding Yu's calf with a knife.

Ding Yu was holding a large wooden box in front of him, although he protected most of his body, but he also blocked the line of sight below, and he didn't find this knife at all, only felt a sharp pain in his left foot, and his entire left leg suddenly fell soft, kneeling on one knee. But this pain stimulated Ding Yu's ferocity even more, he shouted, and by kneeling on the ground, he slammed it down with both hands holding the big wooden box. The little leader was stabbed successfully, and just as he was about to turn over and roll away, he felt that his eyes were dark, and even his head and chest were smashed into flesh. At this point, none of the mountain bandits or the merchant guards could stand up.

Although the opponents in front of him were all killed, Ding Yu had heard the little leader order his men to call people, and knew that there was not much time, so he planned to grab a horse and run away. But as soon as he took a step, he felt that something was wrong under his feet, and it turned out that the scimitar of the little boss was still embedded in his calf. He bent down to check, only to see that the blade of the scimitar shallowly cut into the bone less than half an inch, he gritted his teeth and pulled out the knife, and the blood slowly oozed from the wound. Ding Yu was happy in his heart, it seemed that the hardness of his bones at this time was comparable to steel. He tried to walk, but though he could barely walk in pain, he limped to the nearest carriage, cut the rope with his scimitar, and rode his horse toward the sky.

As soon as Ding Yu rushed through the first line of sky, he saw dozens of people hurrying over, one of whom was a bald monk's robe, who was a third-generation disciple of the Vajra Sect. When this group of people saw a bald head rushing through the pass, they immediately knew that something was wrong, and surrounded Ding Yu with a shout. Ding Yu clamped the horse's belly fiercely, and the yellow horse under his crotch was in pain, and he galloped with all his strength, and finally rushed out of the crowd before closing the siege. The group of people saw Ding Yu passing by, knowing that it was too late to catch up, some stopped and scolded, some threw the swords and guns in their hands at him, only the King Kong Sect disciple was still chasing after him, but after all, it was not as good as the galloping horse, chasing for a while, the distance was getting farther and farther, he scolded hatefully: "Chang Hao, you killed the same door, the great rebellion, there is no place for you in the entire Western Regions, you still don't get off the horse and be bound!" Ding Yu ignored it, just urged the horses, and after a short time, he turned the winding mountain road and couldn't see him again.

In the next seven days, Ding Yu sometimes stayed overnight, sometimes slept at night, sometimes dismounted and walked in the mountains, sometimes killed the pursuers, and galloped wildly. But no matter how carefully he avoided it, there were always mountain bandits occupying the main transportation routes, and sometimes there were Vajra disciples squatting together. Therefore, he has to fight with people at least two or three times a day, and after seven days, he has countless wounds all over his body, if it weren't for the old Wang Tou who gave him a jar of black jade intermittent ointment, plus the bone injury techniques he learned from the old Wang Tou for half a year, he might not even be able to stand up straight now, let alone fight with people.

Another thing that made him grateful was the escape route that the old king had taught him. In the entire Western Regions, the Southwest Road is not only the weakest influence of the King Kong Gate, but also the weakest place for the bandits.

It turned out that in the Han Dynasty, the southwest road of the Western Regions was still an important section of the Silk Road, and there were countless caravans of goods flowing endlessly every day, but after the Han Dynasty, the southwest road was eroded by the desert, and even the ancient kingdom of Loulan was wiped out in the wind and sand, and the trade route was gradually abandoned. Today, only a handful of caravans travel along the road, transporting necessities for the towns along the road, but there is little oil or water. Therefore, bandits with a little skill will not choose to fight in this area, and the reason why King Kong Gate does not have much influence in this area is also because it is unprofitable and too lazy to work hard. Ding Yu didn't know the history behind this, but he tortured a mountain bandit two days ago, but learned that the Southwest Road bandit gang was far weaker than other regions.

In this way, with Ding Yu's second- and third-rate skills, it is difficult to meet opponents among the bandits on the southwest road, and the only thing to worry about is the disciples in the King Kong Gate, but because of the orders of the fire foreman Tuo, no one for more than three generations has taken action to capture Ding Yu, so although Ding Yu fights several times a day and wears dozens of wounds, he still comes to the ruins of an ancient city alive.