After listening to the story of Ajiumei, the young men from Gesang's father's horse gang were all awe-inspiring at this female horse pottou who had been admiring for everyone decades ago with her skills and courage. Only the young man named He, who was polite to me, laughed perfunctorily a few times.

Seeing his abnormal expression, I only thought that although he is friendly to us, Gu Zili was probably deeply influenced by the traditional idea of ​​superiority and inferiority of men. He was still witnessing the old and old-fashioned people in the villages. He believed that the ancient Tao is the world of men, and women should not come in and get into it, and they didn't care much.

It can only be said that although Ajiumei won everyone's respect and created a legend through her ability, she became a famous pot on the ancient road in one breath, which still attracted the jealousy and dissatisfaction of some generations of Paoma family.

After all, to put it bluntly, driving a horse is a business. There is a famous and reputable Guotou team on the ancient road. Other small families with the strength and ability are not as good as her team can't make it. Thinking about it, I heard that my accent was at the local young man named He. Could it be that he lost his job many years ago because of Ajiumei's rise?

Otherwise, why would he, a young man who is well-behaved, skilled, and strong, not work in his family's horse team and run far away to Uncle Gesang to do things? It was probably because he was robbed of business by the Ajiumei horse team, the dominant family near Yulong, and rushed to Tibet to make a living.

We can't figure out the grievances of other families and can't get into the conversation, so we naturally can't ask until the bottom of the question. Seeing that the young man surnamed He didn't want to say more, I naturally wouldn't ask too much. At this moment, the two Ma Guotou also said hello to everyone to rest. It's going to be early tomorrow, so everyone got into their own tents and stretched their backs and made snoring one after another.

Hunting a horse is comparable to fighting a war. When it’s time to leave, you have to rush the road, and stay time is fragmented and irregular. Therefore, one of the essential skills of horse drivers is to be able to fall asleep as soon as possible when they take a break from the team’s busy schedule. In this way, when the horse team stays for other uncontrollable reasons such as weather, the staff in the team can accumulate energy in a timely manner in case of emergencies.

This level of adaptability is nothing for a Taoist sect whose physical synchronization rate is almost complete and who has forced the three souls and seven souls to adjust the three souls and seven spirits by relying on the reincarnation mirror. After adjusting the internal energy and switching to the Soul Spirit Control mode, I entered a steady "sleep" state in the snoring and smelling smell of stinky feet of a large group of rough men around me.

Why didn't I really fall asleep? To be precise, when my sweet spirit and the ghost spirit were broken by the remnant soul of the Queen Mother of the West in Kunlun, I could hardly enter a deep sleep - after all, even if I entered, there was no white-robed man in the white robe who had been quite close to me anymore.

So, accordingly, as I understand the mirror of the reincarnation, I have gradually deepened and realized the method of reducing soul power consumption and calming the spirit and nourishing the soul. In terms of effect, the effect is the same as before. However, with my current state of mind, I cannot achieve the true meaning of my mind as calm as water, so the recovery of energy is not as real as sleeping for a long time.

But there is also an advantage, that is, in this case, although my body and energy are in a low-consuming "cruising" state, my mind is relatively clear, and I can even sense the major movements of people and animals around me.

Just as I perceived it with my heart, I found that Sharon, who was bent on the side, had also trained a lot of his mind after the past six months. He slept very sweetly in this environment that was simply not comfortable.

Although she was not taking the same route as me, the bloodline of the fighting nation was generally thick, so naturally it was not as conservative as ordinary women. Instead, it was like the Valkyrie Gods in Nordic myths who were like war machines. Once the switch was turned on and off, they consciously entered the dormant mode, and they couldn't wake up even if the thunder roared around them.

Luo Quan and his fellow disciples from Tantric Buddhism were also quite interesting. It was probably influenced by the hard-working concept in the sect. The monks did not sleep in a rare time after a busy day. They even sat cross-legged on the spot. They looked rosy and breathed smoothly, and each seemed to be more energetic than the other.

Well, in the world, there are ways to nourish the spirit than sleeping? The secret of Buddhist Tantric Buddhism is really interesting and interesting.

Just as I was interested in using the minimum perception to perceive the movements of every grass and tree in the surrounding darkness, I let my mind slowly rest and prepare to enter the "standby" mode, I frowned and found a sneaky figure.

He should be a member of our horse team. After the blurry black shadow turned out from his tent, he did not look for a secluded corner to solve the problem like the ordinary people who got up at night. Instead, he tiptoed through the Maers who were standing and dozing, sneaked through the campsite, and went straight to the steep mountain road hidden in the fog on the road ahead.

What exactly does this guy want to do?

When I was stimulated by this question, I felt sleepy. When I pursed my mouth, I had returned to normal qi. At this moment, in order not to disturb everyone for the time being, although I was still lying down, my mind had already spread a hundred steps away from the perception of the spiritual eye.

Following the silly eyes catching up with the black shadow that was suspicious, I couldn't help but relying on the vague feeling conveyed to me by the psionic eyes, I secretly estimated the identity of this guy.

He came out of our horse team's tent, and should be one of the horse-driving people I have ever seen. Looking at his figure and the flow of qi and blood in his body, he was full of vitality and young and strong, and he should not be those experienced 40-50-year-old uncles.

Just as I was racking my brains to screen the young people in the horse gang in my memory, the black shadow actually took out something from my arms and swayed in the darkness towards the moon. The thing was not big, and it was probably something like a talisman in terms of shape, and judging from the internal energy of things, this thing should be an exquisitely carved silverware or other jewelry.

Thinking of this, my heart trembled suddenly. Speaking of which, I seemed to have seen that thing when I crossed the zipline bridge during the day. If I want to tell where it was, it was not the guy named He who subconsciously slid out of his jacket pocket before he got on the zipline and steadily slid out of his jacket pocket.

Having said that, it seems that he had said before that the journey we were in was where his family became prosperous before it rose. A branch of his family also opened a very famous silverware shop in Lijiang City.

If all this is not certain of the strange intentions of the young man surnamed He, the three silver lights that usually light up from three different places have revealed his identity in the endless darkness on the top of the mountain.

Bandit! This guy is actually a bandit who has been involved in the horse gang team!

Before I set out, I had heard fellow Tibetans and old fried dough sticks in Madian talk about the cruelty and viciousness of bandits on the ancient Tea-horse Road. Subconsciously, I only imagined them preconceivedly as the kind of tall, big, fierce and evil persons who appeared in TV series and movies. I never expected that the young man named He, who has been polite and friendly to me recently, was also a member of bandits.

Although I was caught off guard, the advantage is that I was really relying on my strange talent like a night owl and accidentally discovered their plan. Of course, there is also the direction to attack.

Judging from the place where the white light shines just now, the bandits should have been divided into three groups, hiding in front of our camp, on the top, and on the side. Based on the intensity of the light, it is estimated that the distance from us is only a few hundred meters.

Thinking of this, I was already trembling and sat up. While waking up Sharon in my sleep, I was fumbled to find the ringing bell I placed at my feet.

This rattle was given to me by Uncle Maguotou Gesang before departure. The large gang team is usually very long, from beginning to end, even three to four hundred meters long. As a prop to contact everyone, the beginning and end echo the signal. The bell that can send a signal far away with just a shake is naturally the first choice for ordinary horsemen.

At this time, there is no need to warn everyone that agreed upon, when will it be?

Sure enough, as I shook my wrist, a crisp and penetrating "ding" sound came from the bell, rushed out of the tent, passed through the silent camp, and reached the ears of every alert horseman. There were really crisp warning sounds around the team.

"Everyone is for me, I am for everyone" is the life creed that the horse gang relies on for survival and foothold. This concept can naturally gather the fighting spirit of everyone when everyone encounters danger, unite with the enemy, and be united in external affairs.

"kill!"

Realizing that the plan was exposed and the horse gang was wary, the glow of thousands of torches suddenly lit up from the top, the side and even the front of the mountain road. Judging from the quickness of illuminating the firearms in a uniform manner in the instant, these bandits are really a group of well-trained habitual criminals.

He rushed out of the tent with Sharon, and the outside was already in chaos. The bandits who killed people without blinking were still rushing over from three directions, and their vanguard troops had already fought with the men of the two horse gangs. In an instant, several inexperienced horsemen were chopped over by the bandits in a sleepy way and died of a murderous death.

Realizing that the aftermath was not good, the horse-driving people who reacted woke up from the shouts of the pot and the old fried dough sticks. They pulled out the sabers they carried with them from the cargo box, on the side of the backpack, or under the pillow, and bravely faced the bandits who were facing high and rushed over like a tide.

Seeing this, Sharon and I were naturally unwilling to fall behind. We also took out the weapons assigned to us, and danced with the fierce gangsters who were robbing us.
Chapter completed!