Ready-made clothing shops are where Bailang goes, and there are quite few of them - Yansui Town, Fufeng, Shaanxi Province, is already a poor place. Most of the clothes here, whether rich or poor, are made by themselves.
The business of the clothing store was average. In fact, it was probably easier to buy clothes at a pawn shop. At least the pawn shop was easy to find. Bai Lang was unlucky when he entered the shop. There were no clothes suitable for his height and physique. The guy took out some scraps of silver and put them away, "Help."
I'll measure the clothes and cut them, what style? A belted robe will do."
Bai Lang has tall shoulders and a wide body. The man who took the measurements had to stand on a stool to measure. While taking the measurement, he saw Bai Lang's short hair and sideburns under the bamboo hat. However, he was glanced sideways by the tiger eyes under the thick eyebrows.
, suddenly his hands and feet were weak and he didn't dare to say anything, and even fell off the stool. "If someone hadn't caught me, you would have lost a few teeth. Boss, didn't you give your man food? Look.
This man is soft."
There was a smile on Bai Lang's lips, but the guy was just submissive and didn't dare to say anything. It was the smile of a man-eating insect, probably just like licking his lips. If this guy goes to make a debut, Bai Lang won't mind, he can't control it.
Whether it's killing someone, it doesn't matter if you wear clothes to kill or just kill like this. It doesn't seem to be difficult to make this kind of clothing now. Anyway, it's just made of large cloth - the fabric here is quite poor, and it's gray.
It was inconspicuous. Just like today, there is not even silk in this poor place.
Bailang was sitting in the lobby, drinking bland tea here and there - from the bottom of his heart, he was looking forward to drinking the long-lost Bing Kuo Luo... He hadn't taken off his bamboo hat yet.
Next - Bailang is a good person, and he doesn't want to get the owner of this shop into trouble. And it doesn't seem to be a big deal if he doesn't shave his head these days, but if he just has short hair - the imperial court's hands are not that long.
Among the country people, there are more bald heads with long and short hair on the front part. Poor people rarely have their heads shaved. A man with intentions like Bai Lang is waiting for the government to come to trouble him. After a while, his clothes and other things are better, but the government will not come to him.
, he also wanted to go to the government. He was a professional in making ready-made clothes, but he had quick hands and feet, but he had already finished the clothes in half an hour. Bai Lang put on a set of robes and a belt, and he was really a good man.
He didn't go to the inn to get a room, and just prepared to set up a base nearby - this was a place where troops were stationed. Although Bailang didn't care, he still wanted to check it out. Especially what the world's military force would be like, "There won't be anything."
Decent masters, the ordinary people here have weak blood and weak strength. I think even if they practice martial arts, they won't be much better." For Bailang, who has traveled through many times, he has mastered the means to evaluate the martial arts of a world - that is
Through the common people and the vitality between heaven and earth.
Bailang was wandering around the city casually, and he didn't have a weapon in his hand, so even if he was tall and powerful, the policemen wouldn't bother him - if he had brought a weapon, he would have an excuse for duty and had to go.
Ask, if not, it's better not to cause trouble. Bailang wore a bamboo hat, and those people just pretended not to see his short hair under the bamboo hat - anyone with a discerning eye can see it, okay, but when a big insect walks on the street, who dares
Are you going to mess with me? The money given by the government is not enough for settling down.
No one wants to earn money by burning it...
Bailang walked around and saw the General Military Mansion. It was getting late, and an old man came out over the wall from the General Military Mansion. "Flower picker?" Bailang looked at the old man passing over his head. He restrained his breath and the old man didn't notice at all.
He is an innate master who restrains his aura and hides himself. Most people will turn a blind eye even if they see him. This old man has martial arts, and he can do it well - of course, if he doesn't have martial arts, how can he jump over a wall more than two meters high?
"The Qingshen Kung Fu is soft and pure, with no impatience at all. I'm afraid it's from an authentic sect, but I don't know if it's a Buddhist or Taoist martial arts." Bai Lang thought to himself. Then three more figures came out across the wall to catch up with that person.
Old man, these people didn't make any noise. They didn't look like a group of flower pickers or people chasing the flower pickers. None of them noticed Bai Lang, so Bai Lang also smiled to himself, "It's interesting, let's go and see it."
With the Qinggong movement of Wanli, they could directly pass them, but the white waves just hung behind them like light smoke. After a while, the four people ran to a wilderness outside the city. The old man stopped, and the three
Everyone also stopped, and the thin man who took the lead spoke. "Old hero Lu, after eighteen years, do you still recognize Jiao Wenqi?" Bailang was half a mile away from them, and to him, the voice was the same as that heard at close range.
almost.
Bai Lang just crossed his arms and listened to the two people talking, "Who is Jiao Wenqi? Who is the old man named Lu? Who is Luo Xinbei Renlong? A little miscellaneous fish that I have never heard of." Bai Lang continued to listen,
I roughly understand the situation here - the old man named Lu is a righteous man who fought against the Qing Dynasty. When he was young, he should have defeated the thin man named Jiao Wenqi with one move, and then the thin man held a grudge until now. After knowing the whereabouts of the old man
He took his allies and the masters under the command of the governor of Shaanxi to take advantage of the night to get people.
The purpose of seeking personal revenge far outweighed the official business. Bailang said that this kind of behavior was all seeking death. But after these four losers exchanged a few words, they started fighting. The two of them stood by and watched, probably with the idea of striking first and striking later.
, and Old Man Lu fought with Fatty first. Bailang slowly approached, watching the fight with his eyes. "Well, it's almost at the level of Little Zhou Tian's penetration, but Old Man Lu's martial arts should be higher...
...But the power of kung fu is limited.”
During the fight, the two people also joined one after another. Bai Lang just watched the old man fight against three, and finally, after being injured, he killed the three of them and staggered away. "It's getting more familiar... but I still can't remember it." Bai Lang added.
She looked at the three corpses, "Swordsmanship, hidden weapons... Is there anyone who uses golden needles as hidden weapons?"
Bailang's question was not answered, but it did not prevent him from taking advantage of the night to enter the Tatar's green camp. The man did not distinguish between them, and he started killing the first person he saw when he entered.
It was normal to move in a short distance, but what kind of martial arts was this. With the support of Bailang's innate inner strength, it directly turned into the wind. Bailang passed by several soldiers, and they were swiped by Bailang without even reacting - from
The wind blade erupted from the arm directly chopped into pieces of the human body, leaving only a pile of corpses scattered on the ground.
Bailang quickly arrived at the center of the military camp. This was a perfect sneak attack - because all the night watch soldiers he met along the way were killed. Besides, the military discipline in the Green Camp was now weak, and many people simply stayed away from home at night. One-third of the soldiers in the military camp
One was empty. Bailang took a breath and began to use the magical power of Arhat Nioh Fist. Under the night, a storm circle quickly formed and expanded to the size of a quarter of the camp.
The phantom of the white tiger appeared, but it was blurry - there is still oppression in this world, and it seems that the manifestation of magical powers is not allowed. The wind started blowing, it was a light breeze at first...