The sewers in Bianjing City are complicated and the passages are very large. They harbor a lot of filth and evil, and are home to many thieves and evil beggars who make a living by robbing passers-by. On this day, Bailang, who was wearing rags, walked under the bridge - the poor people here are indeed
Yes, but not many. Bai Lang would simply go in and kill each one he met, unless the person was so skinny that he looked like he was being tricked.
"The terrain is complicated and it is difficult for the government to clear it out, otherwise when the Jin soldiers come in," Bai Lang muttered, what appeared in front of him were corpses, he did not look at the men and women, but used Qinggong to jump over them, popping up a little bit.
The sparks ignited the corpse - this is how the true energy circulates through the five elements and turns into fire to burn the corpse, even though the corpse is not dry.
The corpse of this giant temple ignited with blue-white flames as if it encountered the grease of the flames. Even the stench that was originally floating was burned away, but after a while, only white ashes remained. The atmosphere of this place was...
Qing Bailang walked along the way and saw five or six corpses like this. "The so-called public security in feudal society is at this level."
Bailang was walking underground. He already knew where there were living creatures. With the excitement of his energy, his hearing could directly determine the heartbeats within a few miles around. This was because he was very casual and had no intention at all. When he turned around, it turned out to be a bunch of evil beggars.
, the leader is a tall man, and the rest are all deer-headed and rat-eyed beggars who look good at gathering and cutting vegetables.
However, Bai Lang knew that many evil people who were engaged in harvesting and harvesting actually had kind-looking faces - so that they could deceive children. These people in front of him did not have much karma in them. It seemed that they were willing to block roads, rob, and commit petty theft.
, there should be two or three lives on the body. "Okay, this is a happy thing." Bailang said, and at the same time, he popped out five or six small stones, and they all went into his head and settled directly.
These people really had some money. Bailang found out more than 500 coins, which can only be said to be ordinary in Bianjing City, but he also found out a few jade pendants and silver medals. Bailang did not go deeper, even if he went deeper.
If someone is afraid, it's not a strong point. Just go out first.
After leaving Xiaoyao Cave, Bai Lang went directly to the clothing store to change clothes - with his current martial arts skills, his body was actually not stained with dirt. By the way, while sitting in a restaurant to have a drink, Bai Lang heard that the official name of Zhao Guan of the Song Dynasty was Ji.
He was a famous artistic emperor in Chinese history, an absurd emperor who was "excellent in calligraphy and painting, but could not be an official".
There were more than six thieves in the court. It can be said that Wen Tian and Wu Xi only wanted prosperity and prosperity. It is said that the commodity economy of the Song Dynasty was indeed developed, but it was a pity that they were just a bunch of gibberish. After Bai Lang heard this, he checked out and went downstairs.
, walking along the avenue, he was filled with sighs along the way. Even in the capital of the Ming Dynasty, he had never seen such prosperity as Bianjing now. "What a pitiful scorched earth." Bailang sighed, and went straight into the rivers and lakes after leaving the city.
If a man like Bailang doesn't want to work for Zhao Guan's family, he has no choice but to become a green forest road with fallen grass in the mountains. "Thieves also have their ways, so I went to rob the emperor's birthday card! Don't let that entrustment go."
The King of Pagoda is so beautiful!" Bailang walked directly to the southeast. The best way for this calamity is near the Grand Canal, which is the lifeline of Bianjing.
But the first thing Bailang has to do is to fight the autumn wind. For example, he has found a village now. It seems that this village is quite big and there are a group of idle men here to help. In the middle, there is a young man who is about the same age as him now, practicing with sticks in the middle.
, the brocade-like tattoos on this young man's body were nine dragons circling and flying. Bai Lang also had dark tattoos on his body that were tattooed by powerful powers. He stood and watched the young man's drill.
After seeing several moves, Bai Lang just laughed. It turned out that the sticks were mostly flower arrogance. Hearing Bai Lang laugh, the young man also looked at Bai Lang with his eyes. When he saw that he was about the same age as himself, he became angry immediately, "No one can do that."
How dare you laugh at your grandpa's skills!" The idle men also shouted, but no one dared to surround him.
Although Bai Lang has a tender face, he has grown up and has a heroic appearance. Even without a weapon in his hand, he still has a naturally fierce temperament. "That stick of yours is fine for fighting with others. If you use him,
Joining the army to gain fame? Then he's probably dead." Bai Lang looked at the dragon on the young man's body, and for a moment he thought of the nine-marked dragon.
Bai Lang raised his eyes and saw that what was written on Zhuangzi was indeed a history, "This world will be like the Water Margin? It doesn't look like it." Regardless of whether this young man is Jiu Wenlong Shi Jin or not, Bai Lang will say that. Of course, he can't act as a king.
Enter the role of Coach Wang. "Who are you?" This is the Shi family's Dalang - Bai Lang heard the idle man calling Shi Dalang, Shi Dalang asked Bai Lang.
Bailang smiled, "A certain Bailang white jade pillar."
"Okay! Take a stick from me!" This Shi Dalang was also a rough young man, and he immediately picked up the stick. This skill of spear and stick was not completely practiced for fun, and the power of a pick was quite huge. Bailang grabbed it with his hands.
The head of the stick turned over with a clever force, and Shi Dalang's stick was immediately released from his hand. Bailang casually threw the stick into Shi Dalang's arms again, leaving Dalang to stay there stupidly.
Shi Dalang took the stick, rolled his eyes a few times and then exhaled loudly. He hit the head with the stick. Bailang stepped out of the way with one step, and then swept across - this was all real skills on the stick. In fact, most of the soldiers practiced stick training.
It was just a rolling smash. Bailang stretched out his arm and directly blocked this powerful and heavy sweep.
Shi Dalang felt as if he had been hit with pig iron, and his hands ached from the shock. He also knew that the young man in front of him was a real man. He immediately knelt down on his knees, "Master! Do you want to accept a disciple?" Bai Lang laughed, "In this world.
Taiping, Fengheng and Henan University, why study this? The Song Dynasty court would never treat Qiu Ba kindly."
Shi Dalang didn't care, he just wanted to learn martial arts. An old man walked out of the village and after sighing a few times, he persuaded Bai Lang and was willing to hire him as the village's instructor. He would be served with wine and meat all day long. Bai Lang thought for a while, "In that case,
I just make a living at my father-in-law's place. Shi Dalang doesn't want to become my teacher, just give me some advice every day."
There were indeed some people who were dissatisfied with taking over the position of Shijiazhuang's instructor as a young man, but Bailang knocked them all down with his bare hands, without even using his weapon skills. Shi Dalang also asked Bailang what weapons he was good at, and Bailang laughed and said
, "He is capable of all kinds of weapons, but he is especially good at using horses, broadswords, and iron maces." Immediately, Shi Dalang was overjoyed.
On this day, Shi Dalang also brought a horse. Bai Lang saw it and said, "This horse can only be used for transportation, not a war horse - it is a little short." Shi Dalang also sighed, "I have a shortage of horses in the Song Dynasty.
The horse is already the best in the area for dozens of miles." So the horse battle was abandoned, and Bai Lang could only let Shi Dalang get familiar with the nature of the horse first, and it would be enough if he could ride and run and poke the horse left and right with a wooden stick.
As for himself, he asked the blacksmith in the village to make weapons for him. Bailang of course wanted a horse sword, a broadsword, and an iron mace.