The forces of the Qilu Beggars' Sect and the Heluo Sect are all active, looking for traces of Chen Qiu and Ai Dachao.

But even Xiao Tie had found it, but he still couldn't find any news about Chen Qiu, which really surprised him.

Could it be that Ai Dacha really had wings and flew away with Chen Qiu?

Of course, the Demon Lord Qingyang did not have wings. Although he designed a pair of wings that could glide with his mechanical skills, it was not a big problem.

The reason why Chen Qiu was not found in the Beggars' Sect and the Heluo Sect is actually very simple.

Because he didn't go to Qilu at all.

To be precise, the two have not set off yet.

Although he had been kidnapped for almost 10 days, Chen Qiu and Ai had only arrived in the Nantong area with the steps of Chen Qiu and Ai.

In other words, in the past 10 days, this kidnapper and the kidnapped have been moving forward at a speed.

Even for the speed of passing through this era, it is still a real speed.

"You are really bold enough, too."

Chen Qiu lay leisurely in the front of the carriage in a lie-out position, waving the long whip in his hand, allowing the two slow horses pulling the carriage to slowly move forward.

While yawning, he said to the inside of the carriage curtain, Ai Dacha, who was busy assembling some weird mechanisms:

"Not only dare to hide in Suzhou, but also dare to snatch the warehouse of Tianji Pavilion at night. Are you afraid that Wujiuzi suddenly jumped out to give you a 'surprise'?"

"What are you afraid of?"

Ai Dacha's vulgar voice came from the carriage.

He said:

"Jump out and hit it.

The old guy thought he would have eaten me, but he was seriously injured by me? I guess he had fled back to Mocheng now. I was afraid of a bird!"

The sound of a clattering machine spring kept coming from the carriage.

Chen Qiu shrugged and looked at the big boxes behind him.

The box was filled with various parts of the machine, which were stolen from the warehouse of Tianji Pavilion in Suzhou a few days ago.

This is also one of the important reasons why they are slow in their journey these days.

Chen Qiu is not in a hurry either.

The slower the better.

He left Qingqing a double codeword for spelling letters and English letters. The longer he held on, the higher the success rate of Qingqing's cracking of the codewords.

He actually didn't want Qingqing to take the risk to save him, but he just hoped that Qingqing could prepare in advance and take Xiao Tie to a safe place.

This is a big difference...

He is a complete madman.

Once he finds Xiao Tie, with his current character, Xiao Tie will definitely have no good ending.

"You said you were not afraid, but you didn't dare to steal things after spending a few days on reconnaissance and confirming that Wujiu Juzi was not there?"

Chen Qiu lay in front of the carriage, holding a grass stem in his mouth, took out a pinion from the box, and put it in his hand to play with it.

The machine parts cast by the Mohist school are really exquisite.

The whole body is brass-colored, as if it was cast in one piece, and there is no trace of splicing at all.

Although compared to Chen Qiu's hometown, both the production process and the size of the parts need to be improved.

But with the real productivity shown in this world, it is really a black technology that the Mohist school can achieve this level.

Chen Qiu held the gear in his hand, not afraid of angering Ai Dacha, so he just said carelessly:

"You lost, right? Wujiujiu won.

That night, when I saw you being chased by a giant boy, you ran and cried, as if you were scared. Tsk, the Demon Lord would cry too?"

"Are you looking for death?"

Ai Dachai in the carriage snorted coldly, and he said:

"Don't think that I need you this time, so you can lift my tail. Slap the street, think about the nine cow hair needles in your body, your life is in my hands."

"whispering sound"

Chen Qiu also hummed disdainfully.

He said:

"I don't believe that you can fight Juzi in one battle, and you can still be intact.

You must have been injured too. Although I can't see it, I think the injuries you suffered from Tianbang will heal soon.

Otherwise, you don’t have to hide. Isn’t it good to take me to Qilu openly?

You admit it, Demon Lord, you need me to be alive and to be awake."

Chen Qiu yawned again, and he couldn't lift his energy and said:

"I said I won't run away, and I won't take the initiative to seek death. Demon Lord, just let it go. I'm very conscious of the times. Don't use those nine needles to threaten me...

By the way, your needle has been disinfected?

Don't get me tetanus, it's very troublesome."

Ai Dacha in the carriage did not answer.

He spent most of the days in the carriage, and Chen Qiu was not allowed to enter and peep, and he didn't know what he was doing.

But judging from the actions of Ai Dachai's continuous assembly of these parts, he should be making some mysterious mechanisms. Judging from the number of parts required, this may be a "big guy".

Unfortunately, Chen Qiu knew nothing about this ancient mechanical engineering, and he could not guess what Ai Dacha was going to do.

What surprised him the most was that there was a coffin in the carriage.

A few days ago, he saw Ai Dacha changed ice cubes into the coffin and added some weird herbs to it.

Could it be that this Qingyang Demon Lord was a mechanic who appeared on the night of production?

Chen Qiu was thinking like this.

He said he was not afraid.

But I was actually a little worried.

Anyone with a mentally ill with a strong martial arts skill and an unknown corpse will feel distressed.

This has nothing to do with courage.

Seeing Ai Dabi's words almost done, he felt a little bored. He reached into his cuff, held Jianyu, and fell asleep in the lying position.

In the dream world, I sat in the autumn plate and exercised my true energy. As soon as I moved my energy, I felt a severe pain on my shoulders.

The nine small cow hair needles that were injected into the body blocked the circulation of true qi without affecting their activity.

It was like a strange lock, leaving less than one-tenth of the flow of true qi in Chen Qiu's body.

This confinement technique reminded Chen Qiu of Ku Tuo's ghost needle. Although the two manifestations are different, the effect and principle should be consistent.

This will make the true qi unable to operate, and the true qi cannot be meditated and run, and it will be impossible to carry the knife to fight with the phantoms.

Chen Qiu searched out the memory of the ghost needle, studied it carefully, and tried to find a way to relieve it.

After a few moments, a cup was thrown out of the curtain of the carriage and hit Shen Qiu's head, waking him up.

As soon as Chen Qiu opened his eyes, he saw a few horses rushing towards him not far away, looking like figures like stooges.

But seeing their swords falling down, they looked like a group of fierce bandits.

"Send them."

Ai Dacha said in a bad voice:

"I'm busy, can't be disturbed, go quickly!"

As he spoke, another thing was thrown out, which was Chen Qiu's knife box.

He carried the knife magazine behind him, jumped out of the carriage, moved his shoulders, and complained to Ai Dacha:

"Your few needles make my true qi unable to operate and I can't fight!"

"Yeah?"

Ai Dacha's voice was very calm, with a chill, he said:

"If you, Young Master Chen Qiu, even if you have to use your true energy to beat a few little thieves, then you are really a waste...

Is it necessary for waste to exist?

If you say you can't stand these thieves, do you want me to help you 'renovate' on the spot? As long as you endure a little pain, I guarantee you can have a body of steel and iron."

Chen Qiu shrugged and stopped complaining.

He looked at the thiefs who were shouting loudly in front of him, and held the hilt of the celestial wolf in the knife box behind him with his back hand, and he said:
To be continued...