Yi Bo Yuntian Pu Xiang as the head of the Golden Knife Gate, naturally practiced the magic skills in the door Spring and Autumn Knife to perfection, and now he shouted violently, and immediately it was a blow to take the first to cut out, the knife light was dense and dense without killing power, this is to give, when the opponent feels that there is an opportunity to take advantage or not change to change, the knife light will unfold, directly into a sharp knife to kill the opponent. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Even if the debate monk on the opposite side practiced one hundred and eight snakes, insects, rats and ant fists, Pu Xiang was confident that he would be able to block him with his Spring and Autumn Thirteen Swords.

It's a pity that he didn't have this opportunity, and at the moment when the knife unfolded, suddenly his vest was cold, and a knife tip protruded from his chest..... The sharp qi on the knife immediately cut off Pu Xiang's vitality, and he didn't even have time to think about who the person who stabbed him was. The tip of the knife was drawn in a flash, and then it flashed again, and Pu Xiang's head immediately fell to the ground. A simple face was revealed behind the fallen corpse, "What a sacrifice for righteousness..... Sure enough, the good brother is righteous, and he kills people so thoroughly! The monk looked at the man and said.

"Where, where, this old thing should have died a long time ago! Death in my hands can at least give him a good time, and in your hands it is better to live than to die. The owner of that honest face replied, and the next moment became extremely ****, "I have long wanted to ....."

Bai Lang got a big steamed bun, and he was already hungry and gnawed desperately. But the screams coming from inside the wall made the unlucky guy immediately alert, and the benefit of crossing seemed to have made him deaf and clear, at least the bright four-eyed field chicken before crossing evolved into pilot vision, and he heard the anomaly inside before the other beggars.

There was a chill behind Bai Lang, and he felt an ominous premonition at that time, so he grabbed the big steamed bun and ran quickly onto the road. Then I still felt cold in my heart, so I thought about it, "If the gentleman doesn't stand in danger, let's run quickly." So the guy ran quickly down the road to the ruined temple where he was usually hiding. Although the ruined temple was dilapidated, it was so dilapidated that even half of the roof collapsed on all sides, so that no beggars wanted to live in this place. But Bai Lang finally had enough knowledge to help him dig a half-buried pit with a stone slab, and then surround it with a broken wooden plank. Thanks to his knowledge, he was able to make a fire out of wood without breaking the skin and making a fire, and he succeeded in making a bunch of flames in his nest, so that he could hold on to the present day.

One big steamed bun was enough to last him for a day, and the next day he found that there were fewer beggars competing with him for business - and the city was not in the limelight. The catchers in this Jingzhao Mansion were also all over the streets to ask questions, and Bai Lang mixed in the crowd only to hear that the Golden Knife Gate was destroyed yesterday, and a bunch of beggars died in the back alley...... "Let me tell you, the owner of the door, Pu Xiang, was cut off by someone and cut off with a knife." Of course, some idlers are asking how Pu Xiang's wife and concubine are doing, and naturally there is a series of yellow tunes that they can't bear to listen to, anyway, what Bai Lang heard in their mouths was that the murderer raped first and then killed or killed first and then raped.....

Bai Lang didn't speak, but he felt that there was a suffocating anger that couldn't come out, he was not the kind of indifferent person, although he was a beggar now, but he knew what it meant to be grateful - yesterday's steamed bun saved him, otherwise maybe he wouldn't be able to survive the cold night of Jingzhao Mansion, and now there are roads that fall down and are carried out of the city every day, even if it is now the year of Renzong and the Great Song Dynasty also has actions to rescue beggars...... Bai Lang couldn't treat this kind of thing as a street anecdote, so he turned around and turned to the back of the courtyard of the Golden Dao Gate.

The corpses in the yard and back alley have long been carried away by the trappers, and the entire yard also has traces of being burned by the flames. The courtyard that had just died was full of doors, and people were all hiding for fear of being contaminated with something unlucky, but there were a few monks and Taoists doing things in the courtyard - it seems that this government still has a bit of human flavor.

Bai Lang sat in the alley, looking at the monks and Taoists inside through the scorched door, although the monk was already a first-class prodigal son with no hair in these years, but his job was still a bit of professional ethics, at least a Tibetan scripture still had to be recited. The law is in order, and Bai Lang feels that this world is really lawless, but he didn't expect people to die like this, "It's just a matter of killing that Pu Xiang, the whole family that killed him can barely be said to be cutting the grass and eradicating the roots, but what is it to kill those servants and maids?" What is a beggar in the back alley? Extinguish the mouth? It's just a matter of carelessness. This guy muttered, followed the monk to recite a few words of sutra, and then Bai Lang was ready to find the food for his stomach today.

"What is this?" Bai Lang was about to leave, and accidentally glanced at it, and found that there was something that seemed to be a book in the dog hole next to the wall. Curious, Bai Lang walked over and picked it up, it was indeed a book, a very thin book. Although the Great Song Dynasty was the peak period of culture and education in history, many people were illiterate. In this regard, Bai Lang has the natural advantage of a traverser, anyway, it is not difficult to break the sentence, and it can be broken after pondering a few times, so Bai Lang opened the book and read it.

The book has no name, and when it is opened, it is a series of acupuncture point names, and it also draws the half-naked body of an ugly man, and then traces a few lines on it with thin lines. "Martial arts cheats? Look at this as internal strength? I picked it up like that? These catchers are too careless, right? Wrong wrong! That's how I picked up the cheats?! "I can't talk about how much excitement, in terms of Bai Lang's experience of reading more than 10,000 volumes, Dafan picked up a book that was obviously hand-copied with ordinary paper in this kind of place, Bacheng is not a good thing, the real cheats should not be secretly woven into the cover with what gold wire, and then what kind of refractory paper is inside, most of them still need to make a sandwich, and it must be burned/smeared with flame/blood or something to appear handwriting or painting, and finally there must be a long list of literary and literary words and the name of the wind, this is the secret book of martial arts, isn't it?

At the moment, this hand-copied thing with rough-edged paper is also a cheat? And just a few pieces of paper, there is not even a name for martial arts, so it has to be called nameless internal strength......

But no matter if it's useful or not, Bai Lang has been greedy for martial arts for a long time, and fortunately, it fell into his hands, otherwise most people would use it to burn the fire - they can't read or write. The guy took the book in his arms and went looking for something to eat. Today he was lucky, in order to calm the commotion of the extermination case, the government actually gave porridge on the street, Bai Lang was half full, so he quickly slipped back to his dirt pit and began to practice......