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

Chapter 765
After Bailang never set foot on the mainland again, he played a few times in the sea like a joke - those big black fishes swimming around in the ocean.The incompressible water body directly transmits the force to the hollow black fish, so it turns into a wreck on the bottom of the sea amidst the twisting and cracking of the steel plate or titanium alloy plate, and the screams of the crew.As for whether there will be a nuclear leak?It's just a small firecracker of human beings, and it's nothing to the earth at all.

Penglai Island disappeared without any news on a certain morning, and even the immortal and Wu Sheng disappeared without a trace since then.However, the situation of the whole world has already inevitably turned. The destiny of Western Angsa has come to an end, and history has returned to its original inertia.

"Then I'll leave first, and we will cooperate again when we have a chance." Zhou Xianda and Bailang also bid farewell, and the two of them had their own places to go.It's not interesting for men and old dogs to mix together, isn't it? Bailang sat cross-legged in the void, using his true energy to stabilize his figure.He looked at the stars in front of him, each starlight was a whole world.Bailang let out a long breath, and his joints cracked violently.

The next moment, a star in front of him suddenly magnified, and one of its ends hit Bailang, making his eyes go black. Bailang can't go in and out of the tavern very freely, so he won't stay in the void for long.

"Now I'm a teenager again." Bailang's beard and hair were all swept away when he entered, and his figure was compressed again, making him look like a teenager.It is not difficult for him to practice martial arts to the point where he is old and young, but this kind of thing can only be done after entering the new world with a helping hand. "He's in tattered clothes. I didn't expect his clothes to be worn through time." He didn't need to look at the white waves in front of the water to know that he must look like a beggar now.

"The first time I crossed over was a beggar, and now I'm a beggar again. It's really a good reincarnation." Bailang didn't care at all. He looked around, but found that he was on the side of the official road. The hard rammed earth was definitely not Modern society.The ancient society was really good, it made Bailang feel more at ease, and the vitality of the world was lively, although the upper limit was limited, I am afraid that Taoism, magic and immortality can be performed in this world.

The beggar Bailang strode along the road, and not long after, he saw a stall with a "tea" flag flying by a forest.Here, a shed was built with wood and thatch, with a few benches and two tables inside. A little deeper, an old man was boiling water for tea, and an old woman was waiting for guests with a dim sum picker.There were already two customers in the tea stall, both of them were middle-aged poor ghosts, and their clothes were better than that of a beggar like him.

Although Bailang looks about thirteen or fourteen years old at the moment, he is five feet tall even if he is not short, and his momentum is like a dragon and a tiger, but others will only say that this beggar is really tough.With a quick look, Bailang knew that this was probably the Empress Tang——you can tell by looking at the festoons on these people's heads.Bailang's own head is now bald, and it is difficult to touch, his eyebrows are short, and he has no beard, but he looks handsome.

Seeing the tattered clothes on his body, Bailang simply didn't bother to go in to make people uncomfortable. After searching in his pocket for a long time, he found that there was only the modern imitation Chongning Tongbao that he took with him when he left. It is a brass disc and then carved out by a machining center. The quality is definitely much better than that of cast copper coins. "I'm a bit reluctant. This thing can definitely be made for a hundred dollars now. By the way, can this money be used?"

Bailang was still squatting outside thinking about something, but he saw the old man inside brought him a bowl of water, "Little official, just drink a bowl of water." Bailang took it, "Thank you, father-in-law." Bailang drank the water in a few gulps , "May I ask what year my father-in-law is now? Where is this place?" The old man looked Bailang up and down. Although Bailang's clothes were tattered, the material was actually very good. It was made of high-count cotton. , not at all these days.

"Now it's Zhao Guan's housekeeping and Nian." The old man said, "Eighty li away is Kaifeng Mansion." Bailang knew that this was the Zhao Song dynasty, and it didn't matter which emperor it was. Anyway, during the Northern Song Dynasty, none of the emperors was worth Bailang's life.The entire emperors of the Zhao and Song dynasties were famous for being useless, and Shenzong was probably better. As for Taizu, another person was not counted among them.

Counting from Taizong, the chariot god of Gaoliang River, a "but incompetent" firmly detains the personality of every Zhao official.Besides, as far as Zhao Song's attitude towards warriors is concerned, ghosts want to do things for them-the sky is so obvious that it is unnecessary and only Song Gaozong Wanyan Gou can do it.What a good man Bailang is, how can he be used by this kind of people?At that moment, he also thanked him, took out a copper plate and gave it to the old man, "Can I buy a piece of cake with this money?"

"Enough is enough." The old man looked at the golden money in his hand, which was clearly written with iron and silver hooks. It was really good money that he had never seen before.The old man directly took out five big pancakes from the old woman's pick and stuffed them into Bailang's hands.Bailang cupped his hands and walked along the road with the cake.When I got to the corner, I used lightness kung fu and drove for twenty or thirty miles, and then I couldn't hurry - because the road was bustling with vehicles, horses and pedestrians, all of whom were preparing to enter the city.

At this time, Bianjing City is probably the largest city in the world, with a population of nearly 150 million. Naturally, with such a population, there are a lot of people who come in and out every day.It's not uncommon for Bailang to be dressed like a beggar. He walked on the road self-consciously, but saw dozens of men, women and children turning off the road and walking into the woods on one side. "Splitting friends in the rivers and lakes? It's none of the old man's business." Bailang saw at a glance that these people had martial arts. What else could a group of people with martial arts do in group activities besides splitting friends?

Sure enough, not far away, Bailang heard the faint sound of metal clashing and screams coming from the woods, and a large-scale fighting began.After entering the city, Bailang also looked around for the No. [-] city in the world. "The real picture of going up the river during the Qingming Festival" stretches for more than ten miles from the city gate.Bailang also took a deep breath, only to feel that the city is full of red dust, and it really is a good place.

It is a human tragedy that this good place was invaded and plundered by Jin people. Of course, this is all due to Zhao Song's eggless officials and the same eggless husbands, Zhao Song's nurturing scholars, who raised a bunch of shameless and cowardly people.Bailang was thinking about this, but right now he had to find a job to settle down--Bailang's idea was to eat black people.There is a criminal network made up of underground ditches in Bianjing City, and there are many Jiangyang thieves haunting it. Bailang thinks he can go in and make a few votes.

(End of this chapter)