Is it illegal to beat the author to death? It is definitely illegal! So does it feel good to kill those authors who wantonly arrange themselves? It must be fun! But it is illegal... Bai Lang doesn't want to challenge the law for the time being - and the descendants of the Bai family
It seems that there is none, so no one comes out to defend Bailang's rights. "In the history books, this group of people finally had the integrity to let me die. But they did not let the so-called 'side branch' inherit the title - Marquis Wu'an, where is such a title?
This kind of 'relative' Chengjue comes from who knows where."
Bai Lang looked at these works carefully. Of course, there are also those in which he conquered the world to save the Ming Dynasty or rebelled in time... The early works have more rebellions and are relatively white. Although there are many rebellions in the later works, there are more textual researches.
It is also less white, and it is more inclined to farming and lining up with flintlocks to shoot and conquer the world. As for Bailang's Shaobao Temple - this temple is in Jinzhou, and the temple enshrines it. It is said that it was used by the handed down Bai Shaobao in the battle formation.
There is a water-milled purple gold mace on the top. This is generally believed to be an iron mace used for martial arts training in the Ming Dynasty, rather than a practical weapon.
Even with this thing, they still don't believe it - except for the early force-conquering party and the later comic-style party, almost all the so-called "rigorous research" authors ignored this golden trump card and dismissed it
They regard it as Bai Lang's daily martial arts training tool - basically, it is believed that the description in the official history of Bai Shaobao holding a pair of water-milled purple gold maces weighing sixty-four kilograms, and being invincible in cutting off flags, is a mistake or intentional exaggeration.
Bailang basically laughed out of anger as he watched, "Master, I really don't rely on a flintlock gun!" The murderous aura in his body was rising unconsciously - if there was no one in the dormitory, I'd probably scare a few to death. Shuimo
There are photos of the Purple Gold Mace on the Internet, and Bai Lang even found a paper on metallographic analysis, which said that it was a weapon forged from iron, copper, gold and other rare metal components, and the weight was indeed about 32 kilograms.
"So I spent 800 points on a weapon, and now I only have one weapon left?" Bai Lang muttered. He continued to search everywhere on the Internet, and he actually found some clues about martial arts. In fact, there was no clue about martial arts.
It's not a clue, but Bailang found many videos of fighting. There is no such thing as Guoshu in this world, or it is not called Guoshu.
They are called various boxing techniques, palm techniques, kick techniques, and of course various fighting techniques. There are also various fighting techniques in the West and the East. Some situations that occur in professional fighting can be understood by Bai Lang at a glance.
There is something strange - compared to the previous professional fighting in the modern world, it is much exaggerated, at least in terms of various jumps and movements. Bailang finally found some introductions to fighting gyms, including breathing methods and "qi"
application.
Of course, Bailang also found the rules of professional sports that refuse these people to join - to face the largest basic market, of course, the more exaggerated "people" must be excluded, and in professional fighting, the money and honors these people can obtain
More, they naturally have no interest in joining other professional sports. Now, Bailang has finally found the direction - how to find the direction of these things.
Even so, the current mainstream still believes that the water-milled purple gold mace is mainly a prop for martial arts training - because no one has been able to use such a heavy weapon since before the founding of the People's Republic of China - there may still be people who can try it with both hands.
There really is no one with hands, even those who claim to be born with divine power.
The current martial arts here are not much worse than those in the past. After watching those fights, Bai Lang thought that this was simply an improvement under the rules of the game. However, he was still very confident that his own martial arts was definitely among them.
The most powerful - at least in terms of ability to withstand blows.
"Basically, it can be inferred that there are definitely 'martial arts masters' of the practical sect in the governments of various countries, and they may even master martial arts skills that are actually used for fighting. Maybe I can really see the swordsmanship of the Huashan sect again...
...Hahahaha." Because the search results were good, Bai Lang's mood suddenly improved. Even when he saw the gay version of himself from Jingjiang Ming Chuan's novel and the Bao Shao Bao Niang version of the terminal, he didn't get angry anymore.
Already.
In fact, if you look back after the will-o'-the-wisp disappears, you will feel that these people are really damn geniuses. They can even come up with such jokes - there is nothing they can do about it. It's not easy to make a meal. If you don't write jokes, there will be no one.
If you subscribe, you will starve to death... Bailang specially collected a few online articles that blew his mind, and he felt that his mood suddenly improved a lot. "For example, I didn't know that I was holding a three hundred kilograms of gold-plated phoenix wings.
Killing everyone everywhere, I didn’t know that I could wield an iron sword in one hand and a simple sword with a phoenix tail in one hand and be able to perform ten battles. Although there is still a lack of description of my martial arts, it is already pretty good.”
Bailang gave each a reward of ten yuan - there was nothing he could do. It wasn't that he didn't want to reward more, but the money had already been spent on dog licking business before.
After reading the online article for a long time, Bai Lang felt relieved and felt that he could still gain something in this world, so he was very happy and prepared to go out to eat.
However, he didn't have much money in his pocket, so he probably had to live on white flour steamed buns and vegetable soup - Bai Lang found this "goddess" really annoying more and more. In many cases, men will not consider the lower body when their stomachs are not full.
Martial arts practitioners like Bai Lang have a huge appetite - it's difficult to obtain energy from the vitality of heaven and earth, but it has to be through food. However, this theory also has huge loopholes, and Bai Lang doesn't want to think too much about it, as it will burn his brain.
After eating a dozen white-flour steamed buns and three large bowls of vegetable soup in one go, Bai Lang still felt a little empty - but the budget had been used up. Extorting meal tickets was a childish behavior, and Bai Lang disdained it. At this time, he saw
He saw the woman passing by outside the canteen, with her slender figure, beautiful and cool appearance, and well-dressed clothes. Although Bai Lang didn't recognize any of the brands or styles, he instinctively felt that most of them were not cheap - he didn't know why.
Where did the memory come from that told him that this was the goddess.
Bailang took out his mobile phone and looked at the photos in the album. Sure enough, this was really the goddess in WeChat. However, Bailang didn't know her name. Yuyu didn't tell him...
"Forget it if you see it, let's think about where we can get some Mark Mark for fun..." Bailang glanced at it and then gave up looking at it further and started thinking about how to open source. Most of the things that violate laws and regulations cannot be done.
He doesn't care about moving bricks to save face, but there is no way. It's not like you can go to the construction site and say, "I can just go and work." What about a fast food restaurant? This may be a way, but Bailang doesn't want to go at all, because he
I would rather spend my time practicing.
This time, he can't do whatever he wants like the first time...