Soaring up to 90,000 miles Chapter 71 I want to pull him into the gang
Ma Mingda didn't forget to return Yangshan Zhe's sword.
Mu Sanqian took the opportunity to glance at it, he didn't even have a scabbard, and his whole body was wrapped in white cloth, and he could barely see that it looked like a sword. Curious about what kind of divine weapon was under the white cloth, Mu Sanqian quietly exuded a trace of qi, and when he touched the sword body, he withdrew it.
Beneath the white cloth is a wooden sword?
Mu Sanqian was a little confused.
Six hundred light horsemen were going to rest in Lingyin for two days, Yangshan Zhe took back the sword and told Mu Sanqian to go out, and when he saw that there was nothing to do, Mu Sanqian asked to go with him, and Yangshan Zhe agreed after a little hesitation.
Mu Guiyun wanted to be in charge of the team, so he asked the guards in red to pretend to be in charge of him, and the red clothes were naturally proficient in disguise as a dark chess assassin, and he changed his appearance in the forest, even Mu Guiyun did not suspect it.
The three of them walked out of the door and followed Yangshan Zhe straight to Nanshi.
Lingyin rich and powerful people all settled in the north of the city, and the market in the south of the city was inhabited by poor people.
After arriving, Mu Sanqian knew the reason why Yang Shan Zhe would trade with Ma Mingda.
chose a fairly clean teahouse, Mu Sanqian and Hongyi chose a table on the second floor facing the street, just to see the opposite side, as for Yangshan Zhe, Mu Sanqian let him go by himself.
"I'm not used to working with children, and besides, you've helped her. β
Mu Sanqian waved his hand and left Yang Shanzhe down.
"If you really want to talk about it, you're the one who helped Xiaoyu. β
Yang Shan Zhe had already seen that the familiar early shop had reopened, and Xiao Yu's father, who had been imprisoned, had been released and was wiping the table.
"Go and explain, I didn't expect a bun to buy you, if I need your help next time, I'll give you two. β
I asked the guy in the teahouse for a pot of hair tips, and the matter of making tea was naturally handed over to Hongyi.
"Just because I ate a bun that someone else gave me, I gave up my life to exchange with someone, Childe, do you think this person is really stupid?"
The two of them looked at the street and had a panoramic view, and the red clothes watched Yang Shanzhe slowly walk to the door of the morning shop, and said softly while pouring tea for Mu Sanqian.
"Who knows. β
Mu Sanqian casually glanced at the street.
"I'm not very interested in whether he's stupid or not, but what makes me more concerned is the wooden sword he wants to get back anyway, and the origin of Yang Shan Zhe. β
"Origin? Is Childe suspicious that his encounter with Yangshan Zhe was deliberately done by him?"
Mu Sanqian shook his head.
"Have you noticed that when we met him, he had been tied up in the forest for four days, and if ordinary people were tightly bound and starved by cold, it is estimated that they would not be able to hold it for a long time, but his body was only stiffened, and he quickly returned to normal after being rescued. In addition, looking at his well-proportioned and strong muscles, the calluses on his right hand are almost the same as mine, which is the traces left by practicing swords day after day, from the appearance it seems that he should be a master of using swords, but the qi in his body is pitiful, and it is even worse than those newcomers who have just peeked into the door, which is especially strange. β
"Now that I listen to what Childe said and think about it carefully, it is indeed the case. β
What Hongyi has been doing is hiding in the shadows to take people's lives, and her observation is also first-class, but the only thing she hasn't been able to know is the lack of qi in Yangshan Zhe's body.
"What is the son going to do?"
"Now it seems that his purpose will not be me, except for a few people who know my identity from my master and grandfather, the rest of the people almost think that I am just a little Taoist priest who came down from Wudang Mountain, since this is the case, I think we can help him. β
"Childe wants to invite him along?"
"Definitely. β
Mu Sanqian shook his head again.
"If he doesn't agree, I'll tie him up and take him to the Xishu Sword Sect. β
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Yang Shan Zhe didn't know that he had just left the empty space for a short time, and his next trip was forced to make a decision by Mu Sanqian.
His origins are indeed a secret.
His purpose really has nothing to do with Mu Sanqian.
However, he is really a bounty hunter, and the last commission he accepted was to shop the whispers early, and the reward was a bun that was laughed at by Mu Sanqian.
He really doesn't understand many of the rules of this world, so he will appear reckless and even stupid.
But he has also been treated gently and kindly by others, whether it is here or there, there are always people who will be full of kindness.
Xiaoyu is the daughter of the owner of the shop early, only twelve or thirteen years old, her father was arrested by the government for a few days, only she and her mother worked hard to support and take care of her, and the only thing she hoped for was that her father could come back safely.
The first time I saw my silly-looking big brother, he was staring at the steaming buns in his cage drawer, it turned out that he was hungry and had no money. Xiaoyu asked his mother and gave him one, and Yangshan Zhe, who had eaten and finally returned his soul, asked Xiaoyu if there was anything he could do to help, and the naΓ―ve Xiaoyu said that he hoped to get his father back.
Since he accepted the reward, he should do his best, so he later went to the government office alone to exchange with Ma Ming.
"It's Brother Zhe! Brother Zhe, my father is really back!"
Xiao Yu, who helped clean the early shop, saw Yang Shan Zhe outside the door, and was happy as if he had received a beloved gift for the holidays.
"That goofy-looking guy is quite popular. β
Mu Sanqian, who saw this scene from afar, pouted, and his words were full of sourness.
"Before pulling him into the gang, don't you want to fight with him first, if you don't want to help, don't drag me back. β
Red-clothed sat across from him and smiled without saying a word.