Li Ang stopped slowly, and his long boots stepped on the sand and gravel on the ground, making a light sound.

The crossbow mounted on the window of the carriage was nearly one arm wide, the crossbow body was dim and dull, and the arrow clusters were shining with cold and cold light.

In terms of shape, it is almost the same as the crossbow used by the soldiers of the Pacification Division.

There is no cover in the alley, the walls on both sides are towering, there is no room for maneuvering, and there is no room for anyone to live behind the wall.

Pick.

The driver of the carriage gently shook the reins, lowered his sleeves, and turned his head. The face under the bamboo hat was one of the two sword cultivators who guarded Jiao Cheng in Pingkangfang that day.

And what extends from under its cuff is a floating, trembling handleless flying sword.

Step by step.

Li Ang walked forward and boarded the carriage, and immediately smelled a herbal smell.

I saw a thick white cloth in the spacious car.

On the double row of seats, Jiao Cheng sat, Di Wu also had another middle-aged sword cultivator.

Jiao Cheng's right lame leg was covered with messy straight-line cleavage scars, as if a sharp weapon was scratching the skin.

Although Di Wu and another sword cultivator, who were stained with blood on their hands, had bandaged the wound with herbal powder and cloth, they still could not stop the blood from oozing out and dripping on the car.

"Healing him, this money is yours."

Di Wu took a deep breath and took out a stack of flying money from his arms with his blood-stained palms. The smallest face value was 500 stag.

"I know you'll have trauma department,"

Jiao Cheng, with a pale face, struggled to withdraw the crossbow on the car window, leaned against the inner wall of the carriage, and said gasping: "I have asked someone to investigate after you left with You Xiao that day. You have treated someone with trauma in Yanzhou.

Heal me."

Jiao Cheng's tone was firm, and his index finger was always on the crossbow machine.

Li Ang glanced at him expressionlessly, but did not take the flying money from Di Wu's hand, and said indifferently: "The tool is not there."

"Go to Huaidefang."

Jiao Cheng lowered his voice, and the monk sitting in front of the carriage shook the reins, drove the carriage northward, and stopped in front of the hotel where Li Ang lived.

Jiao Cheng did not get out of the car, but asked Jian Xiu and Li Ang in the car to jump out of the carriage, enter the house, take out the medicine box, and return to the carriage.

And let the carriage drive southeast.

During the driving process, Li Ang used pure wine to clean his hands and directly used silver hooks and silver thread to sew it into a wound on his leg.

I don't know if it's the herbal powder covered with scorched legs, it has any special effects.

The entire suture process was Jiao Chengdu, and there was no large amount of blood seeping in the wound on his legs, but his face became paler.

Jiao Cheng handed Di Wu the crossbow and asked him to continue aiming at Li Ang.

Another sword cultivator in the car also always controlled the flying sword and hovered on the side of Li Ang's head.

The voices in Chang'an Market outside the car window are still noisy.

In two days, July 15th is July. In the Buddhist Ullamban Festival, no matter the rich or poor, they must prepare wine and food, and paper money to pay homage to the deceased to show their nostalgia for their ancestors.

Roadside shops have begun to have various memorial items, clothing, clothing, and hats. Some markets also need to hang lanterns in advance to wait for the Ullambane Festival to light up the lamps to pray for blessings.

The streets were filled with noises, and the yamen runners and bad people from Chang'an County, Wannian County maintained public order at the intersection.

Sometimes you can see some bad people holding dogs, sniffing the smell of passing carriages and pedestrians.

Li Ang kept silent and slowly and steadily sewed the wound. Instead, Di Wu and the sword cultivator who was driving the carriage became nervous first.

The carriage gradually approached the intersection ahead.

The tiny dog, who was originally lying on the roadside, seemed to feel something, barked "Woo Wang", stood up from the ground, and looked at the slowly coming carriage.

"Gudong."

Bald Di Wu swallowed heavily, his palms holding the crossbow machine were covered with sweat, and his eyes seemed to be about to nail the dog to death through the carriage.

Bang.

Jiao Cheng had no idea where the strength came from, so he held Di Wu's wrist heavily and forced Di Wu to put down his bow and crossbow.

And he himself took out a pack of medicine powder from his arms, crushed it with one hand, and sprinkled it in the car.

A strange, fragrant and inexplicable smell filled the carriage and evaporated through the car window.

The alert dog on the roadside sniffed his nose, tilted his head in confusion, and watched Jiao Cheng's carriage pass by in front.

The bad guy who was holding the dog's rope also yawned and did not notice any abnormality at all.

In fact, it passed.

Li Ang’s eyelids twitched slightly. The dogs in Chang'an City were all tamed by the Zhong family of the tutoring department. They could easily smell and trace the smell of human blood.

First of all, the bag of medicine powder in Jiao Cheng's hand must be extremely precious.

Secondly, no matter what they are conspiring, they don’t want to let the outside world discover it - otherwise they don’t have to sneak up and use kidnapping to threaten the treatment.

Li Ang is a student who wants to take the final exam in the academy. If he suddenly disappears the day before the exam,

Even if some people think that Li Ang is afraid of abstaining from the exam,

There will also be fellow students and school staff in the city to find them, causing disturbances - after all, to prevent some students from trying to rule out competitors, the school will definitely attach great importance to this.

It is even possible to send monks to jointly search the city with the people from the Punishment Division.

At this point in time, Li Ang hostage...

‘What the hell is it for?’

Li Ang gradually accelerated the sewing movement, and the carriage also drove out of the intersection smoothly and continued to go east.

Guangdefang, Xinghuafang, Lanlingfang, Jinchangfang...

The carriage headed southeast until it drove into the wall of Qinglongfang and stopped in a hidden bamboo forest.

"The sewing is done, bandage it."

Li Ang used gauze bandages in the medicine box to wrap the burnt injured leg.

He put away the silver hook and silver thread by himself, wiped the dirty blood from his palms and surgical instruments with the white cloth in the medicine box.

Jiao Chengyin couldn't feel the pain, so he reached out and pinched his right leg that had been wrapped tightly around several times. With the help of Di Wu and the middle-aged sword cultivator, he walked off the carriage.

The breeze raises the car windows and curtains, and through the green shade of bamboo leaves, you can see a flat-bottomed pleasure boat slowly coming from the river water not far ahead of the carriage.

On the side of the pleasure boat, there is a sign of a building in Pingkangfang - not Lianhua Building.

The boatman standing on the bow of the pleasure boat, holding a bamboo pole, parked the boat on the shore.

Jiao Cheng turned around and said to Li Ang who was still in the car: "Li Xiaolangjun, come with us?"

“Where to go?”

Li Ang did not ask why the other party held him hostage, and whether the other party knew the consequences of the hostage. Jiao Cheng was a smart person, so there was no need to talk nonsense, "I have cured your leg injury. Tomorrow, I will have the final exam in the school."

"I know, if things go well, Li Xiaolangjun will be able to return to Chang'an tonight with 10,000 yuan of Feifu to take tomorrow's final exam in time. Now, I'm just asking you to come with us."

Jiao Cheng said hoarsely: "Please."

Jiao Cheng was determined and risked the wound to burst out with his right leg and refused to rest.

‘What they planned must have been planning for a long time, and the situation was extremely urgent. This pleasure boat came from Jinchangfang in the northeast and headed to the southeast. In other words, the destination was... Huangqu.’

Li Ang's thoughts turned sharply, 'They are going to leave the city?!'

The water system of Chang'an City, Yu State, is collectively called the Eight Water and Five Canals.

Bashui refers to the eight rivers around Chang'an City, Fushui, Fushui, Jingshui, etc.

The five canals refer to artificial construction to use the water sources of eight rivers to introduce the water flow outside the city into the five main channels in the city. They are Qingming Canal, Longshou Canal, Yong'an Canal, Huang Canal, and Cao Canal.

The Huangqu is located in the southeast of Chang'an City and is the main channel of Qujiangchi. You can go out of the city directly along the Qujiangchi River. There are too many pleasure boats driving on Qujiangchi every day.

Now it is about to reach the Ullamban Festival, and the tourists are crowded.

Even if the yamen runners, bad people, and soldiers from the tutoring department came out in full swing, they might not be able to take care of every corner.

According to the usual rules, only ships that want to enter the city must be searched carefully on Qujiangchi Lake, and only if the ships that leave the city glance at them, let alone a high-end pleasure boat in Pingkangfang.

Pingkangfang has always had the jargon of "walking horses" and "walking mu". Liumu means staying overnight, while walking horses means traveling with prostitutes -

Especially when going out of the city to walk a horse, this is not a shame in the Shilin. On the contrary, it is very romantic and elegant.

Many literati, poet, and high-ranking officials will do this.

The soldiers responsible for the patrol patrol on Qujiangchi will naturally not get into trouble and search for a high-end Pingkangfang painting boat that is about to leave the city.

If you find a prime minister or minister in it, it would be embarrassing.

Li Ang guessed where the plan was going, and he and others were planning.

His face remained calm, and he carried the medicine box and walked out of the carriage.

As the two sword cultivators stared, they walked onto the pleasure boat.
To be continued...