Young man, please stay

Chapter 102 Yin Ping, I miss you
  "Boy."

"Call me Qin Lang, or eldest brother, or brother Qin."

"Love... bah bah bah!"

……

The carriage was traveling on the path through the wild boar forest. Zhuo Beibei pouted three times, and then his forehead was knocked three times by small stones thrown by Qin Lang:
  "What are you talking about? Your mouth is itchy again, isn't it?"

"That's what you said. If you say something unlucky, you have to pooh three times."

"..."

This guy definitely wanted to be beaten, but Qin Lang held back because he had to hurry.

"Boy, don't you really feel unlucky?"

"My first and last name were given to me by my senior sister, which is equivalent to being given to me by my parents. There is no such thing as bad luck or bad luck."

"cut…"

This guy…

Just be so filial to that bitch...

Qin Lang's tone was actually a bit harsh, and he was harsh on himself because of that woman. Zhuo Beibei felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

"Come on, you, the bad luck I am talking about now does not refer to 'Brother Qin', but to 'Wild Boar Forest'."

Zhuo Beibei reminded:

"In "Water Margin" you told me, when the turtle was taken to the wild boar forest, weren't the two jailers trying to harm him?"

Yuzu?

What jade feet?
  Are there jade feet in "Water Margin"?
  Qin Lang was in a daze, and flashed through Pan Jinlian, Yan Poxi, Pan Qiaoyun, Jia Shi and other characters in his mind. He was convinced that only Ximen Qing held Pan Jinlian's foot, and there was no description of the jade feet, so he quickly When he realized it, Zhuo Beibei was talking about "jailer".

"Actually, those two are not considered jailers, they are just escorting public servants. And where did the turtle come from?"

"Isn't Lin Chong a turtle? He's so aggrieved. If it were me, I would have killed all Gao Yanei and others."

"Well...well, Lin Chong also has his own ideas..."

Qin Lang pondered for a while and finally shook his head:

"I can't help it. The main reason is that the author insisted on writing it like this. It's really frustrating to watch, but don't substitute it into reality. This wild boar forest is not that wild boar forest. I am not Lin Chong, I am Qin Lang."

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That being said, the wild boar forest that Qin Lang was walking through now did not feel lush, vibrant and comfortable. Instead, it was really similar to the wild boar forest described in "Water Margin".

……

The layers are like the feet of rain, and the gloom is like the head of clouds.

The fangs are like the nest of a luan and a phoenix, and they bend like a dragon and a snake.

The roots are wrapped around the corner of the ground, and the curved ring looks like a python circling; the shadow is in the mist, and it is so tall that it can be used by birds to catch.

A man who is brave and hard-hearted can also be a wandering man.

……

The wild boar forest just after three days of heavy rain was, to be honest, a bit intrusive if one walked there alone.

As the saying goes, rumors grow in bad places, and considering what the waiter said before leaving about a vampire monster in the wild boar forest, it is not surprising that such rumors would appear in this forest.

However, the wild boar forest is really large. In addition to the blocked official road, it is the only place that Jingzhou, Huaizhou and Beijing must pass to Yangzhou Prefecture.

Therefore, it can be seen that there are actually several paths in the forest that have been run over by horses and carriages all year round, indicating that people often use them.

It's just that it's April, and the waiter said that the vampire monster only haunts the wild boar forest in April, September and the twelfth lunar month. No matter how bold the merchants and travelers are, they would rather believe that it exists than that it doesn't exist.

So now Qin Lang has been driving the carriage for a long time, but he has never met a stranger.

As time went by, even Qin Lang would not be frightened, but he would inevitably think about something.

"Let me ask, were any of the previous Yunzhou demon clan capable of sucking blood?"

"How does this seat know?"

"Didn't you say you had seen the demon clan before?"

"I only met them once, and I'm not familiar with them..."

Zhuo Beibei muttered, then chuckled:
  "Kid, aren't you afraid of that vampire monster?"

"You look like a vampire monster to me."

"Hmph! Just a little bit..."

……

The lord of the clan made a face and was noncommittal.

In fact, in Zhuo Beibei's opinion, some of the core skills of Tianhe Sect are really "blood-sucking".

After all, as the saying goes, one drop is worth ten drops of blood.

Compared with dual cultivation, that kind of skill does have higher requirements on the man's blood.

As the founder of Tianhe Sect, Zhuo Beibei did not have the opportunity to use that technique, but he would definitely know it, so he did not want to be called a vampire monster.

"Oh, don't worry. I've already said that if there is a monster that you can't defeat, I will definitely protect you."

In short, Zhuo Beibei was more unscrupulous than Qin Lang, and did not take the rumors of vampire monsters seriously at all.

Qin Lang touched the horsetail bracelet on his wrist, as if the bracelet had some protective power.

In fact, this bracelet will only make people miss it. Qin Lang missed Miss Jin as soon as he touched it, and when he thought about it again, he missed a certain princess together.

Yin Ping, I miss you...

Just wait, when you get to Yangzhou Prefecture, the capital will not be far away...

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rustle…

rustle…

"?!"

However, I don't know if Zhuo Beibei was just thinking about it, but something unexpected happened on the back.

"What's the noise?"

The wild boar forest is not dense, but if there is any movement, Qin Lang should be able to see it at a glance. So at this moment, a series of unknown noises suddenly sounded in the surrounding area, which seemed a bit strange.

歘——!
  Before Qin Lang could observe carefully, several stones came through the air, but they were not rushing towards Qin Lang. Instead, they cut off the bolts and ropes of the carriage. The carriage fell to the ground with a crash, and the frightened horses neighed. Running quickly towards the distance.

broken…

Qin Lang frowned, feeling sorry for the carriage and a little bit for the sect leader who fell into a big mess in the carriage.

But having said that, the person who was able to break the horse bolting pole with flying rocks seemed to be quite skilled in doing so in secret.

As for the specific skills, you still have to listen to the lord of the sect in the carriage. While covering his buttocks, he hummed with tears in his eyes:
  "Qin Lang! That bastard is weaker than you! Go kill him and avenge me!"

"Good suzerain."

……

The sect master's little butt is just a little bit, just the size of Qin Lang's palm. It is tender and can withstand several falls. Fortunately, there is a ball underneath to cushion it, otherwise it would definitely be swollen.

Zhuo Beibei was very unhappy because of this, and Qin Lang quickly chased after him following the rustling sound in the forest.

It soon became apparent that the sound of shuttles was actually following the fleeing horses.

slam-la-

After chasing for a while, the sky was filled with leaves and grass clippings, and something finally emerged from the forest.

Qin Lang stopped immediately and saw a "bat" about the size of an adult in front of him, falling on the fleeing horse.

The horse screamed several times on the spot, spread its legs and ran a few more steps, then struggled hysterically, and in the blink of an eye, it fell to the ground.

The whole process took place in just a blink of an eye. Qin Lang just watched the "big bat" fluttering on the fallen horse, but then he immediately discovered that the so-called "big bat" was actually a man wrapped in black. Men in robes and black turbans!
  "Bastard!"

Qin Lang shouted angrily, stepped forward, and jumped straight towards the "big bat".

When the "big bat" turned around, Qin Lang was almost startled.

It turned out that the man wrapped in a black robe and black turban was an old man with a pale face, sinister eyes, and blue eyes. What was more shocking was that the corners of his mouth were covered with hot blood.

This old man is sucking the blood of horses!

"So you are the so-called vampire monster, right?"

Qin Lang narrowed his eyes and understood a lot instantly.

There are many weird martial arts in the world, and there are many magic arts that use blood as nourishment. It is said that if you practice this kind of martial arts for a long time, you will become neither human nor ghost, and eventually you will even rely on blood to maintain your life.

The old man in front of him is most likely this kind of devil.

"Hey...baby..."

The old man smiled sinisterly and didn't shy away from it:
  "...I have finally waited for you to be so fierce. After all, the blood of this horse is not as good as human blood, but it is enough to regain some strength. Then you can come and give me a good meal. I I can keep your body intact..."

"It's all nonsense."

Qin Lang shook his head, unable to hear the old man's procrastinated lines.

Chong——!
  Different from the last time he encountered a beggar blocking the way, this time Qin Lang came with a knife.

tao tao…

Qin Lang stepped on the road covered with fallen leaves. In what seemed like a few steps, in the blink of an eye, his figure appeared directly in front of the "big bat".

"Varied…?!"

The smile on Lao Deng's face didn't even have time to stop, but when he saw that this resolute little kid was so skilled in movement, his heart skipped a beat. He pushed the body of the horse under him forward, held up his black robe, and said, "Whoops!" He opened a dozen steps back.

However, Qin Lang had already expected it. He pedaled on the horse corpse with his right foot and suddenly exerted force. He jumped directly into the air for two or three meters. He used a single sword in his hand as a broadsword. Holding the handle of the sword with both hands, he slashed Huashan with all his strength and slashed at Lao Deng's arm. Go, it's going to be split into two!
  "You...you damn!"

The old man was shocked and angry, and scolded his mother directly.

Every year during the twelfth lunar month, he would catch people in the wild boar forest to suck blood, both warriors and civilians. But had he ever encountered such a reckless man who came up without saying anything and just launched a killing move directly at him?

The key is that from the few simple encounters just now, Lao Deng can already feel that this young man is absolutely extraordinary, and his martial arts skills are rare to the same level as himself... no... or even surpass him!
  Could it be…

Met a half-step master...?
  But...but can there be a half-step master at this age?

Lao Deng has always been rumored as a "vampire" by the local people, but today he felt that he had really seen a ghost. Seeing Qin Lang pounce on him again, he could only brace himself.

Whoa-!
  This time, Qin Lang was on the ground and dashed away quickly.

But the strange thing was that Qin Lang held the single sword in his right hand like a dagger, which stunned Lao Deng for a moment.

How can anyone use a knife like this?
  Lao Deng didn't have time to think about Qin Lang's intention at this time. Anyway, he couldn't let go of this opportunity to expose his sword wrist to the head-on. He decisively raised his hand to grab it, and with the power of thunder, he directly faced Qin Lang. Grabbing his wrist.

At this time, the distance between the two people was very close. Qin Lang could either choose to let go, or choose to have his wrist grabbed and disarmed by the other party.

So, Qin Lang chose to take action.

"?"

Under Lao Deng's confused eyes, Qin Lang took the knife out of his right hand just before the opponent grabbed his wrist.

The knife did not fall to the ground.

But because of inertia, he followed Qin Lang's deliberate direction of exerting force and continued to fly sideways along Lao Deng's extended arm towards his face.

Qin Lang's right hand, while avoiding Lao Deng's grasp, caught the knife handle again from behind!
  So, Qin Lang successfully evaded Lao Deng's resistance by using "join-break-join" method, and put a white sword directly in front of his neck!

"This...this is...!"

This cunning sword technique not only shocked Lao Deng's heart, but also seemed to awaken a memory from many years ago.

This sword technique...how does it look like...

hum-

Lao Deng definitely didn't have time to think about it now. When Qin Lang's knife was smoothly placed in front of his neck, Qin Lang also held the back of the knife with his left hand. At the same time, he tilted his shoulder and neck and continued to avoid Lao Deng's claw just now. He held the single sword horizontally with both hands and pushed it suddenly.

Seeing that his neck was about to be severed, Lao Deng's internal energy started to work forcefully, and blood bleeded from the corner of his mouth. He almost used the fastest reaction in his life. He leaned back with all his old bones, at the cost of his headscarf and a few strands of hair. , managed to avoid Qin Lang's sword.

After dodging the knife, Lao Deng was already dripping with cold sweat.

no no no...

Die or die...

What a shame! He may seem young, but he is definitely an iron among irons!
  The key is that Lao Deng only drank a few mouthfuls of horse blood, and his own skills have not recovered. In embarrassment, without saying a word, he turned around and fled into the forest.

"Running again..."

Qin Lang was speechless. The same was true of the beggar he met last time. He was obviously looking for trouble, but he tried to run away after being beaten.

Okay, let’s chase it.

(End of this chapter)