Bailang's clothes are already in tatters. He has not "bought" many clothes after two years of hard training. Anyway, he is not afraid of the cold and heat, and no one comes to this place, so most of the time he only wears a pair of pants to practice martial arts.
As soon as I put on my tattered clothes, I directly pulled up the boat and pulled off the tent and went down the river.
The Yangtze River is vast near the mouth of the sea. It is really as wide as the sea. The white waves have opened up the internal force and blocked the gaps in the deformed shipboard. However, it still cannot stop the water from flowing in - it is just that the inflow is relatively slow. The so-called
After the innate body-protecting Gang Qi is stretched out, that's it.
The golden bell's qi is good at dealing with blows and sudden blows. This kind of dense sealing and blocking of water flow is not what the golden bell is good at. Bai Lang feels that it seems more suitable to use the Taoist sect's body-protecting qi, which is as good as water, even among them.
Some miracles may also be able to use the power of water penetration to twist it into a force that blocks the water flow.
"This involves extremely profound and subtle techniques of leveraging force, and I'm afraid the changes in yin and yang are also involved." Bailang thought as he looked at the water that had accumulated on the boat to the height of his ankles in half an hour. But when the water entered
Before too much sinks, Bailang can find its prey.
Songjiang Prefecture during the Qianlong period was also one of the richest places in the world. There were also many ships transporting grain and raw silk. All Bailang needed was to catch such a ship and then allow himself to land on land. He couldn't catch it.
It doesn't matter, his broken ship can also dock before it sinks - at worst it will only make him tired and have to travel a little longer.
How to kill the Tatar emperor? That is the question.
Bailang had several ideas about this. The first was to go to Beijing in a big way, and then fight his way through the three main halls from the Meridian Gate until he went to the Yangxin Hall or something to take off the emperor's head. The second was to quietly go to Beijing.
Sneak in, take the emperor's head and leave without attracting the attention of the Tatar court.
However, there is a third way, which is probably the one that really satisfies this fierce tiger - traveling around the world's important towns, riding alone to defeat the Tatar garrisons, and then approaching step by step with the majestic appearance of Mount Tai.
Attack the city, defeat the so-called Eight Banners Army outside the Forbidden City, and finally kill the slave chief in the main hall.
This is truly awesome. Just thinking about Bai Lang makes him feel excited about the tiger leaping and roaring in his heart. This innate master also unconsciously unleashes his inner strength and suddenly shatters the boat under his feet. Then Bai Lang unfolds.
With a beautiful freestyle stroke, he began to swim towards the distance.
Can you walk on water? In the original world, you can do it. Walking alone for thousands of miles is not a fake. But in this world? This is a bit difficult. Rather than expending internal energy, Bailang felt that he would rather swim. He didn't see any boats along the way.
Bailang swam for several kilometers - the direction was correct because the coastline was actually visible.
He stepped onto the land dripping wet. This place was actually a treasure mountain for later generations, and it was still a little far away from Songjiang Mansion. In the past two years, Bai Lang didn't have any long hair to wear in a bun, because he didn't like long hair very much.
It wasn't neat enough - so when this guy's hair grew long, he cut it off with a stolen knife. And his hands could also function as scissors, so he always had a short haircut.
If you want to be a rebel, having such hair is enough, at least you are a thief... No matter how you look at Bai Lang, he still thinks he looks 10,000 times better than the pig-tailed hair he has today. However, let's get some clothes first.
This is easy to do, just rob a clothes shop - there is nothing else in Songjiang Prefecture, and you can get as much cotton and clothes as you want.
Bailang once again took a bamboo hat and put it on. This time he rode on his mule quite casually. He was thinking about where to start... "You can't just start like this, you have to have some clothes! At least you have to have a complete set of clothes."
It’s done, and we also need horses from the northwest and Mongolian horses.”
While Bai Lang was driving the mules forward, he was counting on his fingers. "Chain armor, or a good set of chain mail, you should also have a helmet, a robe, a cape, a heart armor to follow, and of course a weapon."
We need to prepare everything, and horses... Maybe we really need to go to the northwest to see if we can receive large war horses from the Western Regions."
This is all necessary to show off, "This is called powering the world! What kind of pretense is so ugly!" Bai Lang expressed that this person is really vulgar for some of the words that appeared in his thoughts. Fortunately, he is still a cultured person - he scolded himself.
, this is normal. As for chain mail, it’s okay. It’s not easy to find chain mail with seven sets of rings nowadays...but there is still hope.
However, it is a bit difficult to find Northwest Malaysia.
"Seven sets of rings... This kind of chain armor looks like a mountain armor from the front. It's a pity that we haven't seen this kind of armor among the Tatar army so far? The armament is so bad.
To what extent?" Bai Lang was quite dissatisfied after recalling the armors on the soldiers and generals he killed.
As for the weapons, it's easier to handle. Even if you can't make them yourself, it won't be a big problem - they're just big, heavy iron spears and simple knives. Bailang is thinking that he can also make some weapons or something? Anyway, if you have one, you'll be strong.
He could do it, even by coercing the blacksmiths - the weapons were consumables, and he didn't want to forge a magic sword.
As for now, he only has a knife and a mace on his waist, which is enough for him. He also has a lot of silver - there are several ingots of silver stuffed in the mule's saddle, which he only went out occasionally in the past two years.
The capital gained from doing business.
It has been more than a month since Bailang came ashore. Although he is the number one rebel in the world, no one from the miserable grassroots management has come to catch this rebel. It is estimated that the Manchu court does not even know where this rebel is.
.Bailang can even buy a mule openly now and walk on the road leisurely.
On this day, Bailang met a long line of carriages on the road - this road can be regarded as a main road, with an endless stream of merchants and travelers. This carriage seemed to be hired by the government, because there was a flag on it, which should belong to a Manchu Qing Dynasty official.
The officers were transferred and took their family members and belongings with them to their posts.
Bailang has no intention of killing anyone for the time being. He has not killed anyone along the way - the bloody desire of the tiger in his heart cannot be satisfied by killing some Manchu and Qing bureaucrats. He has a much bigger appetite. He is now very patient.
, all to make the fruits of the future more delicious. What’s more, the people on these carriages are all female relatives, and there are no decent Tatar officials.
So he didn't conflict with the people on the carriage at all, and just walked alone on his own. But when he saw the young man riding the horse beside the carriage, Bailang let out a slight sigh, "She is obviously a girl, but she is dressing up in men's clothing...
.." Thinking of this, Bailang turned his head and looked at the other side of the avenue.
Two jujube horses were flying with eight hooves, galloping towards them. In the blink of an eye, they were in front of them like a whirlwind. When Bailang was riding on the mules, his head and neck were slouched, he didn't look very grown up and he hid his breath.
, so as not to attract attention, the two horses ran past in the blink of an eye. Bailang looked at the two people above, one tall and one short. The taller one had long eyebrows and a straight nose, with a fair face, while the short one had a vigorous face.
This chapter has been completed!