Chapter 691

Shanxi is known as the "mountains and rivers inside and out," and Bai Lang could only drive on the plains and basins—he didn't want to climb mountains for the time being, so he walked along Yuncheng-Taiyuan, at most seeing the scenery of Datong, and had no interest in things like the Taihang Mountains. New scholars usually don't spend money when walking; not only do they not spend money, but they might even make money—he could go to the county and prefecture offices everywhere to "beg for food" and incidentally get a sum of "ceremonial fees." This kind of thing is an official rule and has always been so.

This day, Bai Lang met a bunch of martial arts bandits by the Fen River—"Yo, men, women, old, young, monks, laymen, Taoists, beggars, all of them. Sure enough, this Ming Cult stuffs everyone into it." Bai Lang sat on the cart without fear—speaking of which, it was a bit degrading for a scholar to walk the world; scholars should at least bring a few long-term attendants. Bai Lang was already prepared at this time; when passing through Yuncheng County, he also asked the local blacksmith shop to forge two iron maces for him.

These were all enlarged and thickened iron maces, each three feet and three inches long, as thick as a goose egg, weighing twenty-four pounds, with eight sides and a sharp top that could break armor. Bai Lang hadn't drawn these two fierce weapons yet, but looked at these guys who were surrounding him and shouted, "Who are you? Dare to block the path of a new scholar? Want to rebel?" Bai Lang's voice was like a tiger's roar, and the demeanor of a peerless fierce general had already revealed a trace.

The *Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield* was completed, and his *Tiger Form Boxing* hadn't fallen behind at all. The *White Tiger Fist* couldn't be exerted, but the *Tiger Form* was not hindered at all. Bai Lang glared and roared, and the bandits were also in chaos, "You won't run after offending the Holy Maiden!" Bai Lang was stunned, then laughed loudly, "I said so, it's just a pity I can't remember what this Holy Maiden looks like, damn it!" After Bai Lang finished muttering, he shouted again, "I see you guys are all shifty-eyed, definitely not good people. Blocking me this time is to let me make a profit? How many of you have arrest warrants hanging on you?"

Afterward, regardless of the others, Bai Lang casually drew two iron maces and directly pointed his toes at the cart, rushing forward like a giant eagle. In the original work of *The Smiling, Proud Wanderer*, the number of bandits gathered by Ren Yingying from all over the world was large, and Bai Lang was too lazy to remember so many names; they were just bit players who appeared two or three times. Seeing Bai Lang rushing over, these Ming Cult members who dared to block and assassinate the new scholar also took out hidden weapons to hit him.

A head-on confrontation? Just looking at the fierce temperament of Bai Lang rushing over, no one wanted to fight him head-on. Bai Lang waved casually, and the mere hidden weapons became scrap metal under the blocking of the iron maces. Bai Lang jumped in front of a bandit who looked very slippery, and before this guy could react, "Pop," he flew off the guy's head. Afterward, Bai Lang pulled away like a ghost and stuck to a fat Taoist priest, and a poke with his left iron mace lifted this person into the air.

Bai Lang lifted the Taoist priest with his left iron mace, watching the person vomit blood and stare with wide eyes, and with a casual flick, the person flew out. Bai Lang killed so easily, which really scared these people—is a new scholar so fierce? Now it seems he has killed two companions without injury; the martial arts of these two people are not low, and they died just like that? So hurry up and leave, but unfortunately, someone didn't leave. A guy who looked like a child was grabbed by the back of his neck by Bai Lang and lifted onto the cart just like that.

"Come, come, tell me what's going on?" Bai Lang didn't take this guy seriously at all, and after putting him down, he asked. This person could also be considered a strange person in the martial world. His "Child Skill" could be considered a strange art, and not to mention the full vitality, just this bone-shrinking skill could be called the best in the world. It is precisely because of this underdevelopment and always looking like a child that this person's temperament was quite twisted, and he did a lot of evil things on weekdays.

"Oh, the Holy Maiden asked you to rob and kill me. Sigh, you are not afraid of death. Killing national officials is the same as rebellion! You will be beheaded!" Bai Lang sighed, casually squeezed the Ming Cult demon he was too lazy to ask the name of to death, and threw the corpse on the side of the road to feed the wild dogs. The new scholar was the most murderous, and could be considered a "human Tai Sui." Continuing forward for only one day, he saw a boat on the Fen River, and a woman was singing on the bow.

"Barefoot, wearing this kind of tube skirt and silver ornaments, is this beautiful girl Lan Fenghuang? The one from the Five Poisons Sect?" Bai Lang felt it was also nonsense. A person from the Yunnan Five Poisons Sect dared to run to Shanxi and dress like this? Is she stupid? This girl was throwing winks at Bai Lang. Bai Lang's lust didn't move at all. Although he wasn't afraid of the ridiculous poison of the Five Poisons Sect, it wasn't his hobby to cause trouble for no reason—not to mention that along the way, with his temperament as a peerless fierce general, Bai Lang smelled the smell of war.

"Altan Khan is coming." Bai Lang whistled at Lan Fenghuang and thought about this situation, completely ignoring Lan Fenghuang who might have been angry to death on the boat. Bai Lang just didn't take the bait, and Lan Fenghuang had no choice—she didn't dare to face this new scholar either. The previous group of bandits had already said that this new scholar's martial arts were unfathomable, at least with unparalleled divine power. And she had a good relationship with the Holy Maiden, and the Holy Maiden also said that this person's martial arts were extremely high.

Poisoning from a distance is not easy, and what kind of places did this scholar go to in the city? Was it a place she, a savage, could go to? Therefore, she had to follow from a distance, hoping to find an opportunity to act.

Bai Lang entered Datong, and the local officials and gentry naturally welcomed him. Everyone was a person of the scene, so naturally, it was "you are good, I am good." During this period, most of the civil officials from Datong participated in the banquet. Everyone was a scholar, seniors and juniors. Bai Lang was in Datong for less than three days when an urgent report came from the border. "Altan Khan has invaded." Bai Lang was overjoyed, "Business is coming!"

At the moment, this scholar rushed to the government office and shouted, "Those who dare to fight, follow me!" Datong Commander Qiu Luan was a piece of trash, his official rank was much higher than Bai Lang's, but he faced the person who broke in and treated his guards as if they didn't exist—that group of people was thrown aside by Bai Lang. This piece of trash also knew that the scholar in front of him had high martial arts, and he didn't want to provoke a genuine scholar at all. "Give me two hundred cavalry! I will definitely repel Altan Khan!" Bai Lang looked at Qiu Luan like a tiger.

Having no choice, he had to agree and allocated two hundred old and weak soldiers to follow Bai Lang into battle—thinking that a scholar should not know military affairs, right? Secretly, Qiu Luan sent his confidants to try to bribe Altan Khan not to attack Datong, but to go through Gubeikou to enter the pass. The Ming Dynasty can be said to have low martial virtue until now, and it will take a few more years to reach a small peak of martial virtue—it will have to wait for Grandpa Qi to grow up, and then it will be the Mongols' turn to cry for their fathers and mothers.

Bai Lang directly opened the Datong arsenal—Qiu Luan and the others followed him; it was just a set of armor, a horse, and a few weapons. Bai Lang ordered the craftsmen to urgently forge a long *Pu Dao* and a long spear. As for his subordinates, they could only follow him—anyway, Qiu Luan didn't provide new armor in the name of equipment, and it was good enough to provide them with weapons. Qiu Luan also needed a reason, saying that he also went to battle. At worst, after Bai Lang died in battle, he would say good things and give Bai Lang a posthumous honor.