Sun Yuheng and Fang Yin looked at each other anxiously: "Where is the wood master going?" ”

Miss Qing shook off Sun Yuheng's hand—as if he was holding her.

"So you don't know?!"

She pedaled and walked away.

"Check it out." The couple swept out.

Double heart burning.

Worried about the safety of the carpenter, and worried about the absence of him, Luocheng will no longer accept these refugees in Weicheng.

This strange city is now headed by a person named "Cheng Lizheng". This person has always only played Tai Chi with people in a foggy manner, and he has dealt with him a few times, but he is completely confused about his temperament, let alone what he plans to do in the future. Ask him anything, and just one sentence of "obey the law" will block people back.

The problem is, this Los Angeles is not under the control of the imperial court at all, which yamen is the public, and which family obeys the law? took in more than 100,000 people in Weicheng, and I didn't see Xu Wei leading the army over for a turn. Who doesn't see that there's a problem? The person in charge does not enter the oil and salt, and he does not penetrate the slightest breath at all.

The only one who can deal with him is the carpenter.

When the carpenter leaves, who knows if Cheng Lizheng will turn his face and deny people, and drive people out of the city on his hind feet?

"Don't panic, Master Mu may just go out of the city to do business......" Sun Yuheng's voice trembled imperceptibly.

Such a capable person will really regard sentient beings as dogs. What's more, the wood master was not originally from Weicheng, he only saved everyone from fire and water on a whim, and now that he has succeeded, no one can put his beak even if he withdraws away - if he is not a relative, is it necessary to give these people a pension?

The carpenter hasn't gone far yet. The city gate was specially opened for him, and Miss Qing was stopped under the city gate, and the carpenter had just left the city gate.

He finally didn't use the black cloth sedan chair, but sat in the carriage. When I got closer, it turned out that it was not a horse-drawn carriage, but an ox-cart.

The cow pulling the cart is not big in size and has a lot of temper. With a cold glance at the bull's eye, both Sun Yuheng and Fang Yin felt deep contempt.

This cow, this cow...... Why something is wrong!

A long willow branch sticks out of the curtain and gently taps the cow's head.

The calf stopped, and flicked his hooves impatiently.

Sun Yuheng stood respectfully: "The wood master is here, but what do you tell Yuheng to do?" ”

"Just stay in peace."

Sun Yuheng was determined: "Yes." ”

Fang Yin remembered that Fang had just seen Miss Qing who had been stopped under the city gate, and the ghost envoy asked, "Master Mu is going to Kyoto?" ”

“…… Well. ”

She inhaled, ignoring Sun Yuheng, who was pulling her sleeve, and said hurriedly: "Master Mu, if you have the opportunity, you must go to see if Bang Yue is doing well, if it is not good, ......"

Sun Yuheng covered her mouth: "Master Mu, don't take the woman's words to heart. ”

There was a moment of silence in the car, "Well, I know. ”

"Well, take care."

"Hmm."

The calf lazily spread its hooves, and in a blink of an eye, it was far away.

"Just now I heard Miss Qing shouting, talking about the black eagle from Kyoto. What is she doing here? yelling so much that you want others to think that she has an unusual relationship with the carpenter? Fang Yin clasped his hands.

"Oh? Could it be that something happened in Kyoto? Sun Yuheng frowned.

"Who knows. Even if you are the emperor Bintian, you are still a traitor! Fang Yin glared at Sun Yuheng, "Don't let me finish my words." With the skill of the wood master, he may be able to save Yue'er from the hands of the prince of Naqi......"

Sun Yuheng smiled bitterly: "Don't be stupid, although the carpenter has great talents, how can Kyoto have a chance to show it?" I didn't know that he was a capable person, but you didn't scold him out of the garrison. Besides, the moon girl also volunteered to follow the son. ”

"That's right......" Fang Yin withered.

Sun Yuheng smiled and rubbed her hair: "Don't think about it, go back!" Each man has his own destiny. Since your Yue'er girl is a good person, Heaven will not make her suffer. ”

"She's like this, how can she be bitter...... Yue'er must have thought that she had killed us, alas, how worried she should be! ”

"Don't worry, one spread ten, ten spread hundreds, I'm afraid the deeds of the wood master have already spread all over Kyoto!"

"That's right......"

When Bang Yue was still proud of successfully inducing Dong Xinyue to take her to Los Angeles and to Mu Shi, Mu Shi quietly went to Kyoto on such a dark and windy night......

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……

Since entering the Jiangdong territory, Dong Xinyue began to make small calculations.

"Hey, are you familiar with Jiangdong?"

"Not familiar." Bang Yue seemed to be smiling.

"Now that Jiangdong is in trouble, you are not familiar with the road, so follow me honestly."

"Okay."

Dong Xinyue turned his head and smiled proudly.

When she entered Los Angeles, she knew that she was in the rebels' den. The wood is already in the boat, and she can't regret it.

Dong Xinyue has followed the famous Confucian invited by his father to study since he was a child, and his family education is very strict, and he has hardly stepped out of the mansion. Although he is the son of the assassin, no one recognizes him, but after the scientific examination, he became a blockbuster.

These famous professors are all a little lonely and stinky fart, and over time, Dong Xinyue has developed his current temperament.

Such a character is an official, and the Son of Heaven is the most assured. So Dong Yin let it go and let him go.

Dong Xinyue has always thought that he is a deviant geek, so worshipping a rebel leader as a teacher is not at all psychologically burdensome for him. On the contrary, he was worried that Bang Yue would be difficult to accept......

Bang Yue smiled mysteriously and accepted the reality "helplessly".

However, when they arrived in Los Angeles, the two found that they had played big.

Dong Xinyue is used to being a student of well-known people, and thinks that he has the aura of a disciple, this carpenter should be eager to recruit him to the door and be proud, but as everyone knows, when asked where the carpenter is, whether it is a pawn or a figure with a head and a face, he will only be rewarded with a straightforward look of contempt - can you see the carpenter?

This is a departure from the original plan.

The difference is even greater, but it is another - because of the rebellion, the money bank in Los Angeles does not exchange silver bills.

No one will bring a lot of cash on his body if he is fine, and it just so happens that in the last town, Dong Xinyue became a fortune boy and rewarded all the remaining money on his body to two beggars, an old man and a young man. I thought that when I arrived in Los Angeles, I would be able to exchange money for silver, but who knows......

Before entering the city, Bang Yue was worried that she would meet acquaintances like Miss Cheng Li Zhengqing, so she proposed to change her appearance. The conditions were limited, and the two only took some grass and wood ash to paste their faces.

Two dusty and sloppy guys, covered in dust, without half a change of clothes, and spent all the silver, so they exuded a real beggar atmosphere from the inside out.

You laugh at me, I laugh at you.

"Things gather by like, and people are divided by poverty!" Bang Yue shook her head.

She was really excited. He's close at hand.

The two of them planned to sneak into the Nasin compound after dark.

Dong Xinyue patted his chest and promised that once Master Mu saw him, he would definitely accept him as a closed disciple.

For the self-confidence of a teenager fan, Bang Yue can only be speechless.

The only thing that can be heard now is that the wood master has been living in the Xin family's compound, and he has never taken a step, and no one knows his true face.

Cloaks, masks, hands that stir up storms. Dong Xin's eyes became more and more fascinating, looking forward to the first intimate contact with the miraculous rebel leader.

Bang Yue couldn't stop laughing: Young man, do you really think you are the protagonist?