Chapter 690

It was rare for Bai Lang to be in such a good mood today. In this day and age, there was no blended wine; it was all honestly brewed with grain, so the taste should be okay. Bai Lang's zither skill was just so-so, definitely not as good as Ren Yingying and Green Bamboo Weng, belonging to the level of being able to play, but this person enjoyed himself, playing happily and singing happily. *A Laugh in the Vast Sea* was bold and unrestrained, sometimes even the notes were off, but it didn't matter.

The Holy Maiden Ren and Green Bamboo Weng did not attack Bai Lang again, knowing that this person didn't put them in his eyes at all and was just amusing himself. "Hey old man, why don't you blow the flute to accompany me? This little girl looks good; why don't you dance, hahahahaha." This guy was unscrupulous. The Holy Maiden's willow eyebrows were about to stand up, but she was afraid she couldn't beat him. It's just that this person's music was strange but quite good to listen to, it's just that the lyrics were too vulgar.

After Bai Lang finished singing a song, he casually started the music again. This time, he even forgot a lot of the song, only the melody remained. "The world laughs, grievances end..." As he sang, this guy laughed, "Damn, I forgot the lyrics, hahahahaha." This person suddenly stood up, and his big hand grabbed directly toward Ren Yingying. The Holy Maiden also cursed, "Go to hell!" Directly, the sword light was like snow; this could be considered a very good sword technique, directly wanting to shave this hateful hand into pieces.

Unfortunately, by the time Bai Lang took the imperial examination, the ten-year period had arrived, and the *Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield* had been completed. In this world, his martial arts were probably at the end; there was no way to go further—and there was no way to transcend and become a martial immortal. Therefore, Ren Yingying's sword, even if she let the sword light be like water, was still grabbed by Bai Lang with one hand, and his internal force slightly spat out, shaking away the Holy Maiden's hand holding the sword, and then directly lifted her to the front of the zither.

"Isn't this Dongfang Bubai? Laughing at the Red Dust." Bai Lang was already drunk, and what he said was already incoherent. But at this moment, his martial arts were flowing freely and were surprisingly high. Even if Green Bamboo Weng attacked repeatedly and Ren Yingying used the zither sound as a sword, they couldn't control this guy. After Bai Lang got drunk, he even took out the style he had when he was wild and unrestrained with Meng De at the banquet—his clothes were open, and he casually pulled the maid into his arms to tease her.

Who else was the woman here? Wasn't it just Miss Ren? The seventeen or eighteen-year-old Ren Yingying had no power to fight back and was hugged by Bai Lang. Although she wasn't treated how—with Bai Lang's current drunken state, it was good enough to hold someone; there was no talk of "hands moving up and down." Even so, the young lady was already ashamed and angry to death, and there was even a feeling of wanting to break her own heart. "Seeking death and living, not good!" Although Bai Lang was drunk, he was very clear about the operation of the true Qi in the person in his arms.

A shock of internal force scattered the true Qi of Miss Ren, which could be said to have abolished Ren Yingying's martial arts for a short time—this girl had to re-gather her Qi to travel through the meridians and the Qi sea, and re-collect the true Qi scattered in her body. Before that, she could only be an ordinary woman, at most a bit agile. Bai Lang casually put Ren Yingying aside, and after singing and drinking, he stood up drunk. He finally remembered not to open a hole in people's walls, and directly lifted his Qi and lightness skill, floated over the wall, got on his horse, and left.

Now, if there was no problem, he had offended the Holy Maiden Ren miserably. It was no longer a matter that could be solved by blinding her eyes and rolling to the ends of the earth; she must be chopped into pieces. However, could the daughter of a former gang leader really chop a new scholar into pieces? No problem, she could, as long as she didn't do it in the capital and didn't leave any clues to find enough scapegoats. Otherwise, the Six Doors, the Brocade Guard, and the Eastern Depot would make the murderer look good; this was not something that could be settled by losing one head.

Bai Lang had a blackout; for example, he was now thinking about what he had done—"I vaguely remember who invited me to drink last night? After that, it seems like I just woke up now. What did I do in between? All forgotten, pitch black." Unconsciously, this guy even hummed a song, "Ten thousand mountains and rivers, why fear the wind and rain...?" Bai Lang touched his beard, "Why did I think of these songs again? It's been many years since I hummed them."

Suddenly, his mood became very happy. After washing up, he drove the mule cart and left Luoyang City. Not long after he walked on the cart, he saw two big men—one black and one white, looking like a layman and a monk. Anyway, these two big men rode horses and chased from behind. "Hmm, this doesn't look like a good person." Bai Lang heard the sound of horse hooves, looked back, and then he didn't care at all.

Sure enough, they were not good people. These two people directly drew their weapons, which were long sabers, and swung a saber with the horse's power. Bai Lang was strong, and he drew a long wooden pole from the cart with his backhand. The first strike was stabbed from under his armpit. Bai Lang directly lifted the black man, and with a point of the wooden pole, the whole person bent down a section. Bai Lang's great force was everywhere; he could fully feel that the pole had exploded the opponent's chest bones, and he could be sure that the broken bones had stabbed the internal organs below into a mess.

Even the force penetrated the body, and the spine behind was broken into pieces. Afterward, Bai Lang turned his body, and the great pole swung horizontally, directly knocking the fierce man dressed as a monk off his horse—the horse's neck and the human body were bent into a square. Under the infusion of internal force, the wooden pole as thick as an egg didn't break at all. "Swinging a saber to kill people without asking why, they must be bad guys." Bai Lang muttered, not caring about the two dead people. He just collected the living horse and threw the money and weapons on the dead people into the cart and left.

"Robbing pedestrians... wait, I have an impression." Bai Lang was trying hard to recall, vaguely remembering the situation when he had a blackout, "I remember I seemed to have gone to a courtyard in a bamboo forest? Hmm... a courtyard in the bamboo forest in Luoyang... isn't this where the Holy Maiden was temporarily staying with Green Bamboo Weng in the original work?" Bai Lang grabbed his tiger beard, "Could it be that I did something? So that the Holy Maiden sent people to chase and kill me? This should be the 'Two Bears of the Desert'?"

Their martial arts were loose and ordinary, and they could indeed only be called bears. Bai Lang didn't spend any effort to kill these two pieces of trash. "Hey? Since this is the case, will I meet the Yellow River Ancestor? That guy with many wine cups is quite interesting." Bai Lang began to recall what Ren Yingying looked like? "Speaking of which, she seems quite beautiful? Hi, anyway, it has nothing to do with me. But it seems she said something about Dongfang Bubai? What does Dongfang Bubai look like in this world? Could it be Sister Brigitte Lin?"

He didn't see any Yellow River Ancestor at the Yellow River ferry, and no other pursuers appeared in front of Bai Lang until he crossed the Yellow River into the mountains of Shanxi, and only then did he meet the second wave of martial arts bandits who might have come to rob and kill him...