The ready-to-wear shop is where Bai Lang goes, and there are quite few places in this place - who made this Shaanxi Fufeng Yansui Town a poor place. Whether it is rich or poor, most of the clothes are made by themselves, and the business of ready-to-wear shops is average. In fact, it is probably easier to go to a pawnshop to buy clothes, at least the pawnshop is easy to find. Bai Lang was also unlucky to enter the shop, there were no clothes suitable for his height and physique, this guy took out the broken silver and put it down, "Help me measure and cut the clothes, the style? ”

Bai Lang's shoulders are high and his body is wide, and the guy of that size has to stand on the stool to measure it, and when he was measuring, he saw Bai Lang's short hair and sideburns under the hat, but he was looked sideways by the tiger eyes under the thick hanging eyebrows, and suddenly his hands and feet were soft and he didn't dare to say anything, and even fell off the stool. "If you hadn't grabbed it, you'd have lost a few teeth. Boss, didn't you give the guy food? You see this guy is soft. ”

Bai Lang had a smile on his lips, but the guy just didn't dare to say anything, it was the smile of a big worm, probably similar to licking his lips. If this guy goes to the head, Bai Lang doesn't mind, the left and right are just killing, and it's not inconvenient to put on clothes and kill or just like that. Now this kind of clothing doesn't seem to be difficult to make, anyway, the left and right are also large cloth cuts - the fabric here is quite poor, and the dust is inconspicuous. Just like in this day and age, there is not even silk in this poor place.

Bai Lang sat in the lobby, drinking bland and tasteless tea without a pair - from the bottom of his heart, he was looking forward to drinking the long-lost ice and wide fall...... The hat hasn't been taken off yet - Bai Lang is a good person, and he doesn't want to make trouble for the shopkeeper. And if you don't shave the pig's tail these days, it doesn't seem like a big deal if you just have short hair - where are the hands of the imperial court so long.

Among the countrymen, there are many people with bald hair and short hair on the front half, and there are few poor people who shave their heads. Bai Lang, a thoughtful guy, is waiting for the government to come to find trouble, and when the clothes are ready, the government will not come to him, and he will also go to the government. The hands and feet of professionally made clothes are fast, but the clothes have been made in half an hour, Bai Lang will be a set of robes and a bundle of belts, and he is really a good man.

He didn't go to the inn to open a room, and directly prepared to step on the spot nearby - this is the place of the garrison, although Bai Lang doesn't care, but he also wants to check one or two. Especially what will happen to the force in this world, "There will be no decent masters, the qi and blood of ordinary people here are weak and weak, I think it will not be much better even if you practice martial arts." For Bai Lang, who has crossed many times, he has mastered the means of assessing the strength of a world - that is, through the common people and the vitality between heaven and earth.

Bai Lang wandered around the city very casually, and he didn't have a blade in his hand, so even if he was tall and big, those who caught fast or anything didn't come to harass him—if he brought a blade, he had an excuse for duty, and he had to ask, since he didn't have it, it was better not to get into trouble. Bai Lang wore a hat, and those people just didn't see the short hair under his hat - anyone with a discerning eye could see whether it was good or not, but the big worm was walking on the street, who had the courage to get rid of it? The little money given by the government was not enough for the settlement fee.

No one wants to earn money by burning silver......

Bai Lang shook around, and what he saw was the General Soldier's Mansion. It was getting late, and an old man came out of the wall from the General Soldier's Mansion, "Flower thief?" Bai Lang looked at the old man who crossed overhead, and the old man didn't notice him at all. The congenital master's astringent aura lurks in itself, and ordinary people will turn a blind eye even if they see it. This old man has martial arts, and he can - of course, if he doesn't have martial arts, how can he jump over a wall more than two meters high?

"The light body kung fu is soft and pure, and there is no impatience, I am afraid that it is from the authentic sect, but I don't know whether it is the martial arts of Buddhism or Taoism. Bai Lang thought to himself. Then three more figures came out of the wall and caught up with the old man, all of whom did not make a sound, not like a group of flower pickers or those chasing flower thieves. None of them noticed Bai Lang, so Bai Lang also smiled secretly, "It's interesting, let's go and see it." ”

The light skills of thousands of miles alone can directly pass them, but Bai Lang just hangs behind them like light smoke. In a short time the four men had reached a deserted hill outside the city, and the old man stopped, and the three of them also stopped, and the thin man who took the lead spoke. "Old Hero Lu, after eighteen years, can you still recognize Jiao Wenqi?" Bai Lang was half a mile away from them, and to him, the sound was almost like hearing it up close.

Bai Lang crossed his hands and listened to the two people talking, "Who is Jiao Wenqi? Who is the old man surnamed Lu? Who is Luo Xinbei Renlong? Bai Lang continued to listen, and roughly understood the situation - this old man surnamed Lu was an anti-Qing righteous man, and when he was young, he should have defeated this thin man called Jiao Wenqi, and then this thin man held a grudge until now, and after knowing the old man's whereabouts, he took his brother and the master under the governor of Shaanxi to take advantage of the night to get people.

The purpose of seeking personal revenge far outweighs official business, and Bai Lang said that this kind of behavior is all death. And the four wastes started fighting after talking for a few words, and the two of them stood by and watched with the idea of starting first and then starting, while Old Man Lu fought with the fat man first, and Bai Lang slowly approached, watching the fight with both eyes. "Hmm, it's almost the level of Xiao Zhoutian's penetration, but Old Man Lu's martial arts should be higher...... But the power of kung fu is limited. ”

When the fight was over, the two also joined one after another, and Bai Lang looked at the old man one against three like this, and finally staggered away after being injured and killing the three of them. "It's getting more and more familiar...... But I still can't remember. Bai Lang looked at the three corpses with his body, "Swordsmanship, hidden weapons..... Has anyone used a golden needle as a secret weapon?"

Bai Lang's question was not answered, but it did not prevent him from taking advantage of the night to enter the green camp of the Tartars. This person didn't tell the difference, and he just started killing the first person he saw when he entered the door. Nowadays, although the light skill of walking alone for thousands of miles is written on short-distance movement, what kind of martial art is this, with the support of Bai Lang's innate internal force, it directly turns into the wind. Bai Lang swept past several soldiers, and they were swiped by Bai Lang without even reacting—the wind blade that erupted from his arm directly shredded the human body, leaving only a pile of corpse pieces scattered on the ground.

Bai Lang soon reached the center of the barracks, which was the perfect infiltration—because all the night watchmen he met along the way were killed. Besides, now that the military discipline of the green camp is lax, many people simply do not return home at night, and one-third of the barracks is empty. Bai Lang took a breath and began to operate the magic skill of the Arhat Renwang Fist, and under the darkness of the night, the storm circle quickly formed, expanding to the size of a quarter of a camp.

The phantom of the white tiger appeared, but it was vague - there was still some suppression in this world, and it seemed that the manifestation of divine power was not allowed. The wind blew, and at first it was a light breeze......