Bai Lang's clothes are already in tatters now, he hasn't "bought" much clothes in two years of penance, anyway, he is not afraid of cold and heat, and no one comes to this place, so most of them only wear a pair of pants to practice martial arts on weekdays. Now, as soon as the tattered clothes are worn, he directly pulls up the small boat, tears open the tent and goes down the river.

The Yangtze River is vast near the mouth of the sea, just as wide as the sea, and the white waves open the internal force to block the gaps in the deformed plank, but it still can't stop the water from flowing in continuously - that is, the inflow is relatively slow, and the so-called innate protective body is opened, and it will be like this.

The Gang Qi of the Golden Bell Jar is good at dealing with blows, sudden blows, and the use of this kind of dense sealing to block the flow of water is not the strength of the Golden Bell Jar. Bai Lang felt that this seemed to be more suitable for using the Daomen's body protection qi, and even some of the miraculous skills might be able to use the power of water flow to infiltrate and twist it into a force to block the water flow.

"This involves a very profound and subtle skill of borrowing strength, and I am afraid that the changes of yin and yang are also among them. Bai Lang thought as he looked at the stagnant water that had accumulated on the boat for half an hour to the height of his ankles. However, before the water enters too much and sinks, Bai Lang will be able to find its prey.

During the Qianlong period, Songjiang Mansion was also one of the richest places in the world, and there were a lot of boats that transported grain and raw silk, and all Bai Lang needed was to grab such a boat and then allow himself to board the land. It doesn't matter if he can't catch it, his wrecked ship will be able to finish docking before it sinks - it's just a big deal that he will be tired and run a little longer.

How to kill the Tartar Emperor? That's a question.

Bai Lang has several ideas about this, the first is to swagger and go to Beijing, and then kill all the way through the three major halls from the noon gate, until he goes to some place to nourish the heart or something to take the emperor's head, and the second is to sneak in quietly, take the emperor's head and leave without attracting the attention of the Tartar court.

However, there is a third way, and it is probably the one that can really make this tiger the most satisfying - travel around the important towns of the world, and after defeating the garrisons of various parts of the Tartars with a single cavalry, he will attack the city with the majestic posture of Mount Tai pressing step by step, and defeat the so-called Eight Banners Army outside the Forbidden City, and finally kill the slave chief on the main hall.

This is a real awesome, just thinking about Bai Lang makes me feel that the tiger in my heart is jumping and roaring excitedly, and this innate master is also unconsciously full of internal strength, and the boat under his feet is shattered. Then the white waves began to swim in a graceful freestyle and began to swim into the distance.

Can you do it in the original world, and walking alone is not a fake. But in this world, it's a bit difficult, and Bai Lang feels that he prefers to swim rather than exert his internal strength. I didn't see any boats along the way, and Bai Lang swam for several kilometers - the direction would not be wrong, because the shoreline could actually be seen.

He stepped on land, which is actually the treasure mountain of the later generations, and it is still a little far from Songjiang Mansion. In the past two years, Bai Lang has not kept any long hair and combed his hair in a bun, because he doesn't like long hair fluttering, because it is not cool enough - so after the hair of this goods grows, he cuts it with a knife he snatched. And his hands can also play the role of scissors, so he has always been an inch.

It's enough to be a thief with such hair, at least it's a thief, no matter how you look at Bai Lang, you think it's 10,000 times better than today's pig's tail. However, now it's better to get some clothes first, this is very easy to do, as long as you rob the clothes shop, there is nothing else in Songjiang Mansion, and there are as many clothes and cotton as you want.

Bai Lang took a hat and put it on again, this time he rode the mule quite casually, just thinking about where it would be better to start, "You can't just do it, you have to have a line! At least there must be a whole outfit to make it, and there must be a northwest horse, and the Mongolian horse is a good thing." ”

While Bai Lang drove the mule forward, he was calculating with his fingers. "Chain mail, or a good set of chain mail, helmet robe and cloak must also be available, as well as heart armor to rely on, of course, the blades must also be prepared, and the horse may really have to go to the northwest to see if it can receive a large war horse from the Western Regions. ”

This is all necessary to pretend to be forced, "This is called Megatron! What is pretending to be realistic and ugly!" Bai Lang said to himself that some words appeared in his thoughts to indicate that this person was really vulgar, and he was still a cultural person - he scolded himself, this thing is normal. It's okay to say that it's not easy to find a seven-ring set of chain mail these days, but there is hope.

However, it is a bit difficult to find Northwest Malaysia.

"Seven sets of rings, such chain mail looks like a mountain armor from the front, but it's a pity that this kind of armor hasn't been seen in this Tartar army until now?

As for the blades, they are easy to do, and no matter how bad they are, it won't be a big problem to build them yourself—it's just some big and heavy iron spears and knives. Bai Lang thought that he seemed to be able to build some weapons or something, anyway, it was easy to do it if he had the strength, and even coerced those blacksmiths to fight—weapons were consumables, and he didn't think about making any swords and swords.

As for now, it is just a knife and an iron shovel at his waist, which is enough for him, and he has a lot of silver on his body—there are several ingots of silver stuffed into the mule's coat, all of which he has obtained from occasionally going out to "do business" for two years.

Bai Lang has been ashore for more than a month, although he is the world's number one anti-thief, but no one has come to arrest this anti-thief in this sad grass-roots management until now, and it is estimated that the Manchu court does not even know where this anti-thief is. Bai Lang can even buy mules in a grand manner, and he can still walk leisurely on the road.

On this day, Bai Lang met a long column of horse-drawn carriages on the road - this road is also a big road, and there is an endless stream of merchants and travelers. The carriage seems to have been hired by the government, because it had a flag on it, and it was supposed that some Manchu officer was transferred to the post and went to the post with his family's belongings.

Bai Lang didn't think about killing people for the time being, he didn't kill people along the way - the blood of the tiger in his heart was not something that could be satisfied by killing some Manchu bureaucrats, he had a greater appetite. The little patience of the present is to make the fruits of the future more delicious. What's more, the carriages were all women's dependents, and there were no decent Tartar officials.

So he didn't clash with the people in the carriage at all, and walked alone on his own. Just seeing the young man riding a horse next to the carriage, Bai Lang sighed slightly, "It's obviously a girl, but she dresses up as a man" Thinking of this, Bai Lang turned his head to look at the other side of the avenue.

The two jujube horses flew over with eight hooves, rushed over, and came to them like a whirlwind in the blink of an eye. When Bai Lang rode on the mule, he was neck-stricken, he didn't look extremely big and hid his breath, so as not to attract attention, the two horses ran over in the blink of an eye, Bai Lang looked at the two people above, one tall and one short, the tall one had long eyebrows and a straight nose, his face was white, and the short one was full of fierce energy.