Chapter 35 Tongzhi

"Hey......"

Nanyue wanted to say a few more words, but was stopped by Wan Yanmin. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"You just said that when the problem should be solved, there will be a solution." The two of them walked a little further and Yan Min explained to her, "We just need to keep an eye on him, no matter what is funny, sooner or later it will be exposed." ā€

The two of them kept watch for a day, and they didn't see any special movements of the craftsman, but went to different caves to hand over to other craftsmen.

When the moon rose, Nanyue was a little tired: "Wouldn't it be that we suspect the wrong person, maybe he was born fair-skinned and very girly?" ā€

"If you are tired, lie down on a tree and rest." Wan Yanmin said lightly.

Last night, none of them slept well.

"I'm not sleepy, I'm going to wait to see a good show. Lend me a shoulder to lean on. As he spoke, he rested on his shoulder, his eyes opening from time to time to look down on the ground.

She didn't know that between the hundreds of times she opened her eyes, the craftsman was moving.

When the moon is in the middle of the day, all the craftsmen are almost tired, and they are crooked, and they are pressed and dozed off.

But the man was awake during the day, and went into the cave where the straight wood was roasted.

Nanyue also came to her senses, and the two of them jumped down from the tree lightly, carefully following behind.

The cave where the wood was roasted was faintly red.

In the firelight, the craftsman scooped out a piece of wood soaked in water, carefully spread it on several tables, and roasted it on fire. After a while, sweat began to grow on his face, and several large beads of sweat reached saturation and burst open, crisscrossing his face with water stains.

The craftsman wiped the sweat with his hands, but his eyes did not stop for a moment, slanting in all directions.

I saw him slowly pluck out a few sticks of wood from the brazier below, turn the fire down, and carefully glance at the erected wood, and slowly withdraw from the cave.

The craftsman bypassed a few dozing long-term workers and put them on their clothes, avoiding the timber and devices scattered on the floor.

Walking farther to a secluded area, my pace suddenly quickened.

Seeing that there was no one around, he came to a cliff in less than a quarter of an hour, and crossed the very narrow edge of the wall to a cliff that was inaccessible.

Under the thick shade of the trees, there are two caves that have never been seen before.

Strangely enough, the caves were mostly open for the convenience of the workers, but the place where the craftsmen went was a dark place where even the moonlight could not be found, and both caves were equipped with thick copper doors, on which iron chains were wrapped and fastened with several locks.

The craftsman shook and felt for a handful of iron lumps from his arms, and the night was so quiet that several pieces of iron collided with each other and made some dull sounds.

Xu was nervous, and tried several times, but the door didn't open. Guo Huai's legs began to tremble, and then his whole body began to tremble. Sweating again, he stabbed the iron weapon in his hand into the stubborn lock again.

There was a crisp "click", and this time, the lock opened.

Cautiously glanced around again. I started to untie the complicated and heavy chains, and the coarse kudzu clothes on my body were already wet.

The wind was cool, and the last thick chain fell obediently, and the confinement of the door was finally opened.

Guo Huai's heart was solemn, and he closed his eyes and pushed open the heavy bronze door.

However, he used all his strength, and the bronze door did not move.

The exertion of strength caused the door to let out a dull groan.

"Who's there?" It was the voice of an eagle-faced warrior in the distance.

The craftsman suddenly opened his eyes and said in his heart: It's over. Or slowly turn around and use your body to block the lock

The samurai came silently, each step being the sound of death to the craftsman.

A faint voice came out: "Which cave are you from, what are you doing here?" ā€

"My lord, I, hehe... The front is too bright, I'm here to solve it, the small, the small one is the one in charge of baking wood in the front. ā€

"Roasting wood? What do you have in your hand? The voice grew darker and darker.

"This, this is burnt copper bars. I asked for a tamper wood from my brother in the device, and this one was smashed straight, so I came out and brought it with me. ā€

"Get out of the way."

"Adult ......"

"Get out of the way," the warrior said, drawing his sword.

As soon as he pulled the craftsman open, the open iron rope was exposed to his eyes.

The craftsman pulls his legs and runs.

The speed of the samurai was so fast that he couldn't see the movements, and he could only see overlapping shadows moving in parallel.

The knife drove to Guo Huai's neck: "Explain clearly, who are you?" ā€

When the craftsman saw that the knife was on his neck, his sweaty face was fearless: "Kill me, go back and get back to those dogs!" Let's just say that Lao Tzu is Guo Huaiyi, the same acquaintance of this acting city. ā€

His eyes glared at the warrior like a brass bell.

The knife started, Guo Huaiyi wanted to be generous and righteous. But he was stunned and watched the samurai fall in front of his eyes.

Two white figures stepped forward.

It turned out that Wan Yan Min shot a stone at the samurai's deadly acupuncture point.

Nanyue asked him directly, "What did you just say, are you a fellow acquaintance here?" ā€

Guo Huai was surprised and had a look of defeat on his face, and sighed: "The two sons saved my life, and Huaiyi had no choice but to express his heartfelt feelings. ā€

"Below is the same acquaintance of this acting city, Guo Huaiyi."

Seeing that Nanyue was surprised, she asked her, "The little brother is not the nephew of the prefect, haven't you heard of it?" ā€

"Uh......" Nan Yue looked slightly embarrassed, and replied cheekily: "This, Brother Guo, the prefect didn't have my nephew. ā€

In order to solve Guo Huaiyi's concerns, Nan Yue hurriedly added: "Although it is inconvenient to tell Brother Guo about the identities of my brothers, please believe that Brother Guo is the same way." ā€

When Huaiyi heard this, he actually laughed: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm afraid that you will recognize me, so I deliberately avoid you." I said, how did I not know that Yan San had such a clever nephew. ā€

"Now, Master Guo can tell you this kind of reason."

The same acquaintance still has concerns: "The two young heroes, although you don't understand the rivers and lakes, you can see that you are both benevolent and righteous people." What Guo is going to say next, even if you can't agree with it, please keep it secret for me. ā€

"If you are willing to lurk in such a place, you must have a hard time. We should keep it a secret, and we also ask Mr. Guo to say that it doesn't hurt. Nanyue's voice was loud, but it seemed quite manly.

Guo Huaiyi took off his beard, revealing a young man's face, his face was gentle and white, and he really had the air of a scholar.

Wan Yanmin's eyes showed surprise: "Unexpectedly, the colleague of Yancheng is actually a young handsome man." ā€

Guo Huaiyi looked at the warrior who had fallen to the ground and was already out of breath, and couldn't help but let out a sad sigh: "When I Guo Huaiyi first entered Beijing, I still dreamed that the Qi family would rule the country and level the world, but this year I was not yet old, and I didn't even marry my daughter-in-law, so I was going to die in Jiuquan." ā€

The words are sad, without sadness, and even with ridiculous self-deprecation.

Nanyue couldn't help but have a good impression of this amazing acquaintance.