Supporting the body in the white blade, wandering in the red dust

Chapter 687

It is rare that Bailang is in high spirits today. There is no place for blending wine these days. They are all brewed with practical grain, so the taste of wine should be good.Bailang's piano skills are just like that, definitely not as good as Ren Yingying and Lv Zhuweng, who are able to play, but this person is happy to play and sing happily.Cang Hai laughed boldly and unrestrainedly, and sometimes even the sound was inaccurate, but it didn't matter.

Ren Shenggu and Lu Bamboo Weng did not attack Bailang again, knowing that this person didn't take them seriously at all and was just entertaining himself, "Hey old man, why don't you cooperate with the flute? This chick looks good, why don't you dance? Get up hahahaha." This guy is so unscrupulous, this saint aunt's eyebrows are going to stand upright, but I'm afraid he can't beat him.It's just that this person's music is weird but still pretty good, but the word is too vulgar.

After Bailang sang the song, he started to have fun again. This time, he even forgot a lot of the song. Only this tune is still "Jianghu Laughing, Gratitude and Resentment" singing and singing this guy laughs, "Damn I forgot the words. Hahahaha." The man suddenly got up and grabbed Ren Yingying with his big hand.This saint aunt also scolded, "Death!" The sword light is like snow, which can be regarded as a very good swordsmanship. It will cut this hateful hand into pieces.

However, the time of the Bailang Imperial Examination is already ten years, and the Thirteen Taibaos have already completed their training in the golden bell hood. In this world, his martial arts are afraid that they have come to an end, and there is no way to go further--and no. The law transcends into a martial immortal.It was because of Ren Yingying's sword that made her sword shine like water, but Bai Lang grabbed the sword body with one hand, and with a slight spit of internal force, she shook the hand of Saint Aunt holding the sword away, and then directly lifted her to the front of the piano.

"Isn't this Dongfang Invincible, laugh at Hongchen." Bailang was already drunk and hazy, and the words he said were already topsy-turvy.However, at this moment, the martial arts are so free and easy that even if the green bamboo weng repeatedly shot Ren Yingying with the sound of the qin as a sword, he couldn't control this guy. After Bailang drank too high, he even took out the tune that he and Meng De had at the banquet. ——The front of his clothes was open, and he took the maid in his arms and laughed.

Who else is the woman here?Isn't it just Miss Ren? Seventeen or eighteen-year-old Ren Yingying has no power to fight back. Although she was held in Bailang's arms, she has never been touched. With Bailang's current drunken state, it is not bad to be able to hug people. What to do up and down its hands.Even so, the eldest lady was so embarrassed that she felt like she was going to cut off her heart. "It's not good to seek death and seek life!" Although Bailang was drunk, he was very clear about the infuriating movement of the person in his arms.

The shock of internal force dissipated Miss Ren's true qi. It can be said that Ren Yingying's martial arts was abolished in a short period of time. This girl has to re-gather her qi and swim through the sea of ​​​​meridians and qi, and bring back the zhenqi that was scattered in her body. , Before that, she could only be an ordinary woman, and she was agile at best.Bai Lang put Ren Yingying aside, and after singing and drinking, he got up drunk, and finally remembered not to make holes in other people's walls.

If there is no problem at this time, it can be regarded as offending Saint Aunt Ren badly.However, can the daughter of a former gang boss really cut the Xinke Jinshi into eight pieces?No problem, it's totally fine, as long as you don't do it in the capital and don't show your faults and find enough scapegoats.Otherwise, Liufangmen, Jinyiwei, and Dongchang will look good on the murderer. This is not something that can be settled by losing a head.

Bailang has stopped drinking. For example, he is now thinking about what he has done - "I vaguely seem to remember who invited me to drink last night? Then it seems that I wake up now, what did I do in the middle? I forgot all, it was pitch black." Involuntarily, this guy also hummed a song, "Thousands of mountains and rivers are all over the place, don't be afraid of wind and rain." Bai Lang stroked his beard, "Why do I remember these songs again? I haven't hummed it for many years."

Suddenly, he was in a very happy mood. After washing up, he drove the mule cart and left Luoyang City.Not long after walking in the car, I saw two strong men - one black and one white, who also looked like a vulgar and a monk. Anyway, these two big men came from behind on horseback. "Well, this doesn't look like a good person." Bai Lang heard the sound of hooves and looked back, and he didn't care at all after that.

Sure enough, they were not good people. The two of them immediately drew out their weapons, but they were long knives, and they swung a knife with horsepower.Bailang is a majestic figure. He pulled out a long wooden stick from the cart with his backhand. The first backhand stabbed out from his armpit. Vigorously everywhere, he could feel that the pole had punctured the opponent's chest bones, and he was certain that the broken bones had stabbed the internal organs in a mess.

Even the strength came out through the body, and even the spine on the back was broken in pieces.Afterwards, Bailang turned around, swung the big pole flatly, and directly knocked the fierce man dressed as a monk to the ground with his horse and man. The neck of the horse was folded into a curved ruler just like the human body. It didn't stop at all. "It must be a bad guy to kill people with a knife without asking about 21." Bailang muttered, not caring about the two dead people, he just gathered the living horse and threw the money and weapons on the dead people onto the cart and left.

"Killing pedestrians, etc., I have a bit of an impression." Bai Lang tried to recall at this moment, vaguely remembering the situation when he was cut off, "I remember going to a yard in a bamboo forest? Hmm. The yard in the bamboo forest in Luoyang is not the original book. Is the saint aunt staying here temporarily at Luoyang Green Bamboo Weng?" Bai Lang grabbed his tiger beard, "Could it be that I did something? So that the saint aunt sent people to start chasing Lao Tzu? What kind of Mobei Shuangxiong should this be? ?"

Martial arts are so common that they can only be called bears, and killing these two wastes Bailang is no effort at all. "Hey? In that case, will I meet the ancestor of the Yellow River? That guy with a lot of wine glasses is very interesting." Bai Lang began to recall what Ren Yingying looked like? "It sounds pretty? Hey, it doesn't matter to me anyway. But it seems to say something about Dongfang Invincible? What does Dongfang Invincible look like in this world? Could it be Sister Qingxia?"

The Yellow River Ferry did not see any ancestors of the Yellow River, and no other pursuers appeared in front of Bailang. It was not until he crossed the Yellow River into the mountains and rivers of Shanxi that he met the second wave of bandits who might have come to rob him.
(End of this chapter)