How is Beidi Rouge? Bai Lang has seen it - just now, a servant of the Weiwei Mansion took him to the place where he lived to put his luggage, and the big horse monkey Jiang Xia jumped out and pulled Bai Lang upstairs.
Bai Lang raised his head and looked at the sky. The blue sky and the bright day were not the time to go shopping in a brothel. Unexpectedly, Jiang Xia couldn't wait any longer. "It totally loses the dignity of an interior scene expert." Bai Lang muttered to himself.
This brothel in Zhuodu is like all the brothels in the world. It never opens its doors when it is bright. It always opens slowly after lunch, and a few or two guests come to sit down, chat and listen to music. It does not open until dusk.
It was getting lively. At this time, the girls in the building hadn't gotten up yet. Bai Lang, who had almost never been to a brothel, knew this. Jiang Xia ignored it and pulled Bai Lang directly into the building.
He is an expert in interior scenes, and he is the head of the Zhuodu Weiwei Mansion. Naturally, he has a great reputation. The madam immediately came up to greet the guests, arranged various folk arts and entertainment, and even called in the oiran to entertain the guests.
Guest. Bai Lang has never seen such high-end entertainment in a brothel. Even though the big horse monkey Jiang Xia looks like a loser, he can actually recite poems and compose poems in a very coquettish way. But Bai Lang has no literary talent to speak of, and he is sitting here listening at the moment.
Watching music and dancing is also boring.
But that's it, at most it's just a wandering mind. Bai Lang pulled away from his thoughts and dealt with the chatter and laughter of the girls around him. His mind had already gone to other aspects. The boss's reception? The boss himself was having a good time,
Who cares what Bai Lang does, besides, a group of fellow disciples from Zhuodu soon arrived - their martial arts skills are not bad, not to mention that these people are even the courtesan Bai Lang feels that their Qi fluctuates, and their martial arts skills are definitely not bad.
"It's just that I haven't entered Xiantian... Also, if I have entered Xiantian..." Just when he thought of this, Jiang Xia's head stretched out, "You can do this even if you have entered Xiantian. You have to know this
There is such a magical skill in the world that can be understood through laughter." Bailang looked at Jiang Xia, "Does Jiang Xia have the ability to read minds?" he thought, and the big horse monkey smiled and said, "Amitabha, that's very good."
Bailang scratched the beard on his chin, "Is he telepathic or something?" This was the first time that he intuitively felt that the so-called "magic skill" was almost magical. "If you think about it carefully, the martial arts I practice are not
Is it almost similar to a supernatural power - the power to control the surrounding wind?" Bai Lang shook his hand casually, and saw the wine glass on the table spinning, being held by a soft wind to his mouth, no matter how the glass inside rotated.
The wine seemed to be sealed by an invisible lid and couldn't leak out.
"Like an arm, you can use your fingers to do whatever you want. It seems that the white tiger's wind can not only tear the opponent apart, but also turn it into gentle breeze and drizzle - it's just not very effective." The white tiger's wind made Bai Lang feel that it still roared fiercely and tore the opponent into pieces.
The fragments are better, so they can be used here... that's all. "It can be used to lift up the skirt to see what's exposed..." Since he was in a brothel, Bai Lang thought of this place.
This group of poets recited poems and composed poems and talked and laughed with the oiran girl. At night, they each went to the girl's room to continue chatting and drinking tea. Bai Lang was also taken back to the room by a girl... While observing her words and expressions, Bai Lang knew that the girl was
If you don't stay overnight, the class here is very high and you won't be able to go to bed after chatting and drinking tea for the first time - unless you are a world-famous poet or poet or a peerless master, or you are extremely handsome.
This was a classical brothel. Bai Lang joked with the girl for a few words and then left - Dama Hou paid the bill anyway, so he was treating her. When he returned to his home, Bai Lang took out the information and started reading. He went up the mountain.
Going to kill people, going into the water to kill people, these are not easy things. You still have to see how many masters there are in this place and what the terrain is like. The mountains and rivers are not a big problem for experts, but it would be a problem if there is a secret passage for those people to escape.
Not beautiful.
"Hey, there are innate masters among these bandits..." Bai Lang flipped through the paper, "Hmm?! There is actually a suspected interior master? Shu Han, the Sky Rat Brother? Is there such a person?
?" He threw down the information about the mountain bandits and looked up the information about the water bandits, "Gao Shun, Bai Tiao in the Langli? A natural master? And then there are the three brothers from the Liu family too? How come there are four people who can fight in this water bandit's den?" The last book
The thinnest one belongs to the lone thief Dugu Laoqi.
This is basically a crime record. It is full of records that something was lost at someone's house on a certain day of a certain month and year. The old man said in advance that he would come to pick it up on a certain day of a certain month and it turned out that it was actually stolen...
."He is quite handsome and handsome. The problem is that there are no men, women, or children on top. Who knows who this Dugu Laoqi is?"
Bailang thought for a while and decided to put the easy things first and then the hard ones. Kill the water bandits first.
The Datong River is a tributary of the Black Tiger River. It flows into the lower reaches of the Black Tiger River seventy-five miles north of Zhuodu. The Black Tiger River flows a hundred miles further north and flows into the Beihai. The water bandits' lair is right here on the Datong River.
Among the sandbars - the water flow in this section is gentle, but the underwater undercurrents are strange. There are seventy-two sandbars like a maze, and water bandits are located in several of them. The sandbars are large and small, the larger ones are several miles in radius and the smaller ones are only a few feet.
There are reeds taller than people growing on them, and some even have woods.
The river is wide, and the water bandits have fast boats entering and exiting it. Bailang left the city the next day. This time he did not drive a carriage but used Qinggong to reach the river. The river is more than ten miles wide, and the sandbars are dotted for more than ten miles.
The water basin of the river at both ends of the sandbar is relatively narrow, so the water flow is very fast, but here the water surface is wide and slows down. "No wonder, there are mountains on both ends, and the river cuts through the mountains. This is a rare plain crossing. No wonder these people
Doing business here.”
Bailang stood by the river, looking around but there was no ferry. "This time I want to imitate Bodhidharma and cross the river with a reed." Bailang broke off a few reeds and tied them together, then threw them into the river and lifted his toes.
He stood on the reed. When his true energy was activated, the reed swung directly towards the sandbank like an arrow. Qinggong was like this. It could make a man as fat as a walrus fly as high as a bird. A man like Bai Lang could also step on it.
Even the soles of your feet won't get wet when standing on a few reeds.
The zhenqi moved the surrounding wind, and Bailang was like a reed flower in the wind. He stepped on the reeds and reached the sandbank. Bailang can look at qi, and any innate master can look at qi - that is, he can sense the anger of living people. Bailang now uses his own
This ability - he also has the advantage of being able to control the wind, so the wind can also bring the breath of people. Bailang is checking where there are people. There are quite a few people on the sandbanks, especially the big sandbanks, who are reclaiming land.
Field. And the information did not specify which sandbank the water bandits were on. It only said that the sandbank seemed to be a natural maze, which could easily confuse people.
The ferry does not pass through the sandbar. If you enter the sandbar, you will probably get lost, and the people living on the sandbar only know their own way out. Bailang is doubtful about this. He thinks that these people are actually water bandits.
It's just that he usually acts as a water bandit for the people when he gets the chance.
This chapter has been completed!