Ling Lingqi smiled bitterly in his heart! In the last life, he was in the Great Song Dynasty, he was born handsome and extraordinary, and finally cultivated Dan Jin and became the number one master in the world, but when he crossed over to Da Ming, he became a young man who was riddled with strange diseases, if he couldn't find the thousand-year-old snow lotus, I am afraid he wouldn't live long, let alone practice Dan Jin again, and now he can't even reach Ming Jin, because his body meridians are blocked and he can't cultivate internal strength!

As the distance slowly narrowed, Ling Lingqi couldn't help but show a puzzled look, this is the Jade Gate Pass?

Yang Jing took Ling Lingqi's doubts in his eyes, and said with a smile: "This jade gate has been abandoned for a long time, and it has been neglected for hundreds of years, and it has fallen into the current state. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIt's a pity that now, if there is a big city, there are only these ruins and broken walls, and it is no longer the majesty of the past, and even this moat has lost its original appearance!" Yang Jing shook his head and sighed.

"It's really a dangerous place!" Ling Lingqi looked at the canyon road on both sides, and then looked at the vague city road.

"We ordinary people don't understand the marching formation, but just looking at this formation, it's really terrifying!" Yang Jing touched a slag of his beard on his chin, as if imagining the momentum of thousands of troops and horses rushing through the pass, however, thousands of troops and horses did not, but with a roar, from behind the ruins and broken walls, hundreds of people rushed out!

At this time, the caravan had almost entered the old site of Yumen Pass, and was frightened by the hundreds of people, and it was in chaos. Yang Jing's hand shook, the sheepskin kettle slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, and the water flowed out of the mouth of the pot, wetting a piece of yellow sand.

Bandit?

Yang Jing couldn't believe his eyes, when did there be robbers in Yumen Pass?

Not only Yang Jing, but the entire caravan almost didn't react, and was stunned on the spot. In view of the importance that the Ming Dynasty attaches to the ancient trade road, there has never been a caravan robbed on the ancient road in the past, however, the past is the past after all, and the reality is that the 100-odd merchant travelers have only been slaughtered against the 100-plus bandits, and have almost no right to speak.

Under the expulsion of the bandits, the chaotic caravan pulled the carriage into a ball and squeezed in the middle of two narrow walls, and was guarded by the bandits in front and back.

Yang Jing stood on the carriage, his originally bronzed face lost his blood color at this time, and he shouted a few times, and some young grooms and men took out the weapons that had been reserved in the convoy in advance, and reunited behind Yang Jing, but no matter how you look at it, they can't compete with those robbers.

A long knife was unsheathed, and the scorching sun blinded everywhere, making the noisy caravan suddenly quiet.

The middle-aged man who looked like a bandit seemed to want this effect, nodded with satisfaction, glanced at the caravan, slowly wiped his left hand along the blade, and said in a deep voice: "Who is the leader, come out and speak!"

The eyes of those business travelers were all cast at Yang Jing, full of fear, fear of the knife, and even more fear of the narrow scar on the half-naked **** of the knife owner.

The guys around Yang Jing didn't let him come forward, but the situation was pressing, Yang Jing still lined up everyone to step forward, stood five meters away from the bandits, bent down and said, "This official is invited!"

"Heads up!" the leader of the bandits sat on horseback, condescending.

Yang Jing slowly raised his head, squinted his eyes and looked up at the bandits, and subconsciously retracted his body, as if he was afraid that the bandit leader would suddenly rush to kill the chickens and monkeys.

The bandit leader glanced at Yang Jing a few times and sighed: "Heaven is unfair, I can only lead my brothers to ask for a way to survive here, so far I have only done a total of three businesses, and I have only killed one person, which is not easy!"

The bandit leader said a few words slowly, his face was full of waves, but listening to the ears of the caravan was tantamount to a thunderclap, more intimidating than any language.

"Since you are the leader and want to be respected, please do me a favor and let your people hand over all the materials and money, I will never hurt everyone in the slightest, otherwise, even if God has the virtue of a good life, everyone is afraid that they will not be able to reunite with their families again!"

A slaughter shrouded the Jade Gate Pass.

The faces of the business travelers changed sharply, although there were thirty or forty people on their side who had gathered with weapons, but when they really fought, it was obviously their own side that suffered, and the little sparse fortune that many people had also disappeared, and at this moment, everything was all right if they could save their lives.

"Of course," the bandit leader continued, "we are not extremely vicious people, as long as you cooperate well, when the time comes, you will be given two taels of silver per person, so that you can continue to the west, and you can return in peace in three months, but if there are people who have hidden money, hum!"

All transactions were carried out smoothly in silence, and occasionally a few merchants were extremely sad because of the great losses, and they only dared to cover their mouths and try their best to suppress them, and did not dare to cry out to annoy the robbers.

When watching a few younger brothers gather all the gold and silver and fill a cloth bag, a big man with an open belly and a mountain axe next to the bandit grabbed it in his hand, poked his eyes into the bag, and then worried, grinned, touched the smooth head and said to the bandit leader: "Big brother, these merchants are really rich thieves!"

The leader of the bandits showed a smiling look, and all the bandits were overjoyed, leading the horses and pulling the carts, pulling the carts, and pulling away all the goods that could be seen.

When all the money and wealth were looted, a group of bandits prepared to evacuate, leaving only a few broken cars, and the promised two taels of silver per person were thrown somewhere.

At this time, a little minion ran to the bald man and whispered a few words, which made everyone's hearts rise again.

Looking at the bald head, Yang Jing's dead gray face was distorted, and at this time, the two minions had already dragged out the two female dependents from the crowd at the behest of the bald head!

These are the only two female dependents in the caravan, the mother-daughter relationship, and they went to their relatives in Urumqi by the way. The two of them had been staying in the carriage, and when they were robbed of money by a minion just now, they reported it to the eldest brother at this time, and the intention was self-evident.

When the two mothers and daughters were dragged to him, the bandit frowned slightly, and the bald head next to him had bright eyes: "This little girl of his mother looks very handsome, and this older one is especially charming! Big brother ——!" The bald head looked at the bandit, and the expression couldn't be more obvious.

"No! no!" Yang Jing twisted his face and rushed forward, at this time the mother and daughter were already crying together, both of them were Song Jie's family, and Song Jie and Yang Jing have been old friends for decades, no wonder Yang Jing risked his life not to come forward to rob people.

"Take it away!" With a wave of his bald hand, the two minions each dragged one and prepared to push the mother and daughter into a car. (To be continued.) )