Chapter 945

Qianshan Zhenren had a dissolute personality. If one had to say, he was a playboy Taoist who indulged in wine and lust—the ancestor he recognized before had this temper, indulging in wine, lust, wealth, and anger. This was what it meant to be an immortal; otherwise, what was the point of living forever? Just to live long? Then one only needed to find a way to be a small soldier in the Heavenly Court; after becoming a heavenly soldier, one could live for a thousand years, and the same went for a minor official.

Bai Lang also shook his head. Some people just liked to play with rotten bitches, saying it had a unique flavor, wild and hot. Then he had nothing to say—speaking of which, Bai Lang was also a person who had read LiuBei and watched "Going West." He very much agreed with a sentence said by an old gunner in it, "Playing, don't look for the most beautiful red card..." If the rest was said, this chapter would be sealed...

"Taiyi Golden Immortal..." Bai Lang sighed. This was a rank he still found difficult to reach. His true power was actually only equivalent to the five hundred Arhats who were just making up the numbers. There was still a long distance between him and his thief-match master and this Golden Immortal Junior Uncle in front of him. Since this Golden Immortal had come, it seemed he could play even more slackly.

The imperial court was noisy and could not stop for a moment. After the great defeat, various factions also put forward their own opinions, starting to fight for the vacant official positions. As for what to do in the future? "Recruit and surrender!" someone shouted. At first, it was opposed by others, but in the end, it was passed, preparing to give it a try—the opposition was certainly because of Xiangpang's style; he was digging out the aristocratic families from the roots, and the final passage was because there was temporarily no way to deal with him. Moreover, this was a Celestial expert, and the imperial court would always lack more Celestial experts.

If Xiangpang was willing to be recruited, then the position of a Duke was undoubtedly his. However, Bai Lang knew very well that Xiangpang would absolutely not accept recruitment. He came to be a spark that would eventually burn this world and this society completely, giving birth to a brand-new society from the ruins. The original Xiangpang was probably modified the moment he accepted, becoming a tool man.

Bai Lang was in high spirits because his wounds were all healed—before running to the brothel, Zhou Xianda threw him a pill. So Bai Lang very skillfully used wine to dissolve it, half taken internally and half applied externally. The medicine worked, and the wound disappeared immediately. Even the enemy's true essence that was suppressed in his body was worn away in an instant. "It is indeed a miraculous medicine of a Golden Immortal," he sighed. "Just waiting for those barbarians to lead their troops south."

"Let's say it first, I won't go into battle." The Golden Immortal said with a giggle. "Don't think about letting me learn how to set up a formation in storytelling. At most, I will take out the Broken-Bone Pill for you, and that's it for healing the wounded soldiers." After saying this, the person disappeared again, looking in the direction of the capital to collect scenery. He left behind a large box of Broken-Bone Pills, the same thing Bai Lang used before. A box had at least a few thousand pills.

The efficacy of this thing was terrifying. It seemed that only wounds like Bai Lang's required half a pill internally and half externally. For other ordinary Grandmasters and those below, as long as it was a general external wound, one pill was directly dissolved in a bucket of wine, and just applying it could stop bleeding and grow muscle. Even if one suffered internal injuries, it was just a sip. If one was injured by a high-level expert like a Celestial and survived by luck, then one could talk about the same medical intensity as Bai Lang.

"What did he come in for?" Bai Lang said this in his mouth, but he also knew that this person came in to suppress the situation, which could greatly stabilize the situation so that this world would not collapse immediately upon sinking.

Scouts from the north had already appeared outside the pass—although they often walked this road in the past, they still had to send scouts for war. Everyone also knew that war was inevitable—at this time, saying who was responsible for starting the war was of no use; saying it would only be mocked by the Northern Barbarians. The capital had received the news early. Over the years, they had also transported a lot of money, grain, and equipment to the northern pass, and there were many weapon supplies sent to Long City for Bai Lang to allocate.

However, the support from the imperial court stopped there—since the Jingtai Emperor came to power, the government had been in chaos. He tried to make up for the deficit before, but the effect was not much, and he was met with a unanimous counterattack from the civil officials and nobles. As a result, the Jingtai Emperor simply gave up—anyway, it seemed that the country might not necessarily perish in his hands. Bai Lang was even more open-minded about this. "There is no person in the world who does not die, and there is no country that does not perish. Since this country is going to perish, let it perish magnificently."

The Jingtai Emperor certainly had another name called Frederick IV...

"Real life is still the best training. Look, the eldest brother has been trained, knowing what kind of goods he is." As long as he didn't deal with government affairs, this imperial court wouldn't perish so quickly. Leaving it to those ministers and eunuchs to deal with might be better than him tossing and turning—inertia always existed. Let the broken car of the Da Wu Chao continue to drive. Continuing to toss and turn would only make it fall apart ahead of time, just like the good things the Chongzhen Emperor did.

Bai Lang had also been heartbroken. This Chongzhen Emperor was just messing around. If he had learned from his brother, even if he was far less intelligent than the Jiajing Emperor and could control the government, as long as he hid in the harem to play with women and ignore government affairs, the Ming Dynasty would not have perished so quickly. Maybe it could have lasted for three hundred years—it was really hard to say whether the Ming Dynasty would perish first or the Jurchens would starve to death first.

"Now this eldest brother is doing a good job, just don't learn from Yang Guang." As for those who ran to Long City to secretly tease Bai Lang, saying they hoped he would enter the court to clean up the government, Bai Lang was too lazy to kill such people, just ignoring them was enough.

The main force of the Northern Barbarians had arrived outside the pass, setting up a large camp dozens of miles outside the pass. This time, the Northern Barbarians had at least two hundred thousand troops, almost all cavalry. This time, the Northern Barbarians did not divide their troops—this point was completely different from the past. Bai Lang knew very well that it was because of his existence that the Northern Barbarians dared not divide their troops. Wasn't dividing troops looking for death? They also had no confidence in one or two people facing a guy like Bai Lang. The Fire Virtue Star Lord had already made a name for himself.

And the world's number one flower cavalry, after killing more than one hundred thousand wolf cavalry of the Yeluohe wolf cavalry department, had also stood on the head of this Yeluohe cavalry. Bai Lang replenished a large number of weapons and arrows for the 1,800 Yeluohe cavalry and ordered people to make dry rations for humans and horses out of grain. "When the grain and grass are ready, we will go out of the pass to fight!" There was also a pass above Long City, which was a corridor in the mountains. The corridor was about ten miles long, and there was a pass at the entrance, middle, and exit to lock it.

And this road was a mile wide at its widest, but only three feet wide at its narrowest—that three-foot place was the dangerous pass in the middle. The mountains on both sides were two or three hundred feet high and continuous. Although the mountain was not very dangerous, it was not something that a large-scale cavalry could climb over. ===== CHAPTER 946 =====