Chapter one hundred and eleven The wind
Clothing shops are places where white waves go. This place is quite rare-who let this town in Fufeng Yansui, Shaanxi Province be a poor place? Rich people or poor people here are mostly doing their own clothing shops. It’s probably easier to go to the pawnshop to buy clothes. At least it’s unlucky for the pawnshop to find white waves in the shop. There is no clothes suitable for his height and physique. This guy touched out the broken silver and put it. "Help me measure clothes and cut patterns?" Just gird your waist robe. "
White-shouldered, tall and wide, the measured man didn’t get the energy until he went to the stool. When he measured it, he saw the hat face, white-shouldered, short hair and sideburns. However, he was immediately soft-footed by the dense hanging eyebrow and Shuang Hu, and he dared not say anything. He also fell off the stool. "If it weren’t for a hand to catch you, I’d even drop a few teeth. Didn’t you give the man food?" You see this person is soft. "
White waves have a smile on their lips, but the man is passive. Nuo Nuo dare not say that it’s a man-eating smile. It’s probably just like licking his lips. If this man goes to a white wave, he doesn’t mind whether it’s just killing people, getting dressed to kill them or just killing them. It’s not inconvenient. Now it seems that it’s not difficult to make this kind of clothes. Anyway, it’s a big cloth cut-the cloth in this place is quite bad. It’s just like this day and age. This poor place has less silk.
Whitewater sat in the lobby, one build what didn’t build, drinking weak tea-from the heart, he was looking forward to drinking the long-lost ice … The hat hasn’t been taken yet-Whitewater is a good man, and he didn’t want to get the shopkeeper into trouble, and it doesn’t seem to be a big deal if he doesn’t shave his pig’s tail and have short hair these days-where is the court hand so long?
Among the villagers, the hair is bald and the length of the first half is too long. People are poor and shaved. This kind of heart guy is just waiting for the government to make trouble. What will happen when the government doesn’t come to him? He will also go to the government to make ready-made clothes. It’s only half an hour before the clothes are ready. White waves will make a robe, a belt and a bunch of real men.
He doesn’t go to the inn to prepare to step on the spot directly-this is the white sea where the garrison is stationed, although it is unexpected, but he also wants to see that the world’s force will be like "there won’t be any decent masters here, and the ordinary people’s strength is weak. I think it is not much better to practice martial arts." For many times crossing the white sea, he has mastered the means of evaluating a world’s force-that is, through the vitality of ordinary people.
Whitewater wandered around the city casually, and he didn’t have a weapon in his hand, even if he was tall and big, the catchers didn’t bother him-if he brought a weapon, he had a duty excuse to ask if he didn’t have anything to say or don’t get into trouble. Whitewater wore a hat and those people didn’t see his short hair-everyone could see it, but who was afraid to get into trouble when he walked in the street? It’s not enough for the government to give this money to settle down.
Nobody wants to earn money by burning and burying silver …
Whitewater waved around and saw that it was getting late in Company commanders mansion. An old man came out of the wall from Company commanders mansion. "Flower thief?" Whitewater looked at the old man from the top of his head. He converged his breath. The old man didn’t find that he was born with a superior convergence breath. The average person would turn a blind eye even if he saw it. This old man has martial arts and can-of course, if he doesn’t have martial arts, how can he leap over a high wall of more than two meters?
"The intellectual man fit kung fu is soft and pure, and there is no impatience. Even the authentic sects just don’t know whether it’s Buddhism or martial arts." Whitewater secretly thought that then three figures crossed the wall and chased the old man. These people didn’t make any sound, unlike the flower thieves or chasing the flower thieves. They all didn’t find Whitewater, so Whitewater laughed "Interesting and followed to see."
Wan Li’s solo flying show can directly cross them, but the white waves are hanging behind them like smoke. Soon, the four men ran to a wild ridge outside the city, and the old man stopped, and the three men also stopped. "Can the old hero Lu still recognize the Jiaowen period after ten years?" Whitewater is half a mile away from them. For him, the sound is just like hearing it at close range.
Whitewater so fork to listen to these two people talk "who is JiaoWenQi? Who is the old man surnamed Lu? Who is Luo Xinbei Renlong? Haven’t heard of little fish "whitewater" continue to listen to roughly understand the situation here-this old man named Lu is an anti-Qing righteous man. When he was young, he should have won. This is called Jiao Wen’s thin move, and then this thin man will bear grudges until he knows what the old man is doing, and he will take his own alliance brother and Shaanxi governor’s master to take advantage of the night to get people.
Revenge is far better than business. Whitewater said that this is all death. After these four wastes talked for a few words, they stood by and made two people stand by. It should be the idea of starting first, and the old man Lu was fat and fighting first. Whitewater slowly approached his eyes and looked at the fight. "Well, it’s almost a small Sunday, but the martial arts of the old man Lu should be higher … but the power of kung fu is limited."
During the fight, the two men also joined Whitewater one after another, so they looked at the old man’s pair of three and finally died after being injured. The three men stumbled away. "They became more familiar with each other … but I still can’t remember." Whitewater possessed himself and looked at the three bodies. "Jianfa, hidden weapons … Who is lily as hidden weapons?"
The question of whitewater has not been answered, but it doesn’t prevent him from entering Tatar green camp in the night. This person can’t tell whether he saw the first person killed directly from the door. Now, although Wan Li’s solo flying skill is written in short distance, it is like the martial arts whitewater’s innate support, which directly turned into the wind. Whitewater swept over several soldiers. They didn’t react very much, so they were scratched by whitewater-from the arm, the wind blade directly chopped up the human body and left a pile of dead bodies.
Whitewater soon reached the center of the military camp, which was a perfect sneak-because all the soldiers who met the night patrol were killed all the way. Besides, now there are many people who simply don’t stay at night in green camp. One-third of the military camp is where Whitewater took a deep breath to run Luohan Ren Wang Quan’s magic, and the night storm circle quickly formed and expanded to a quarter of the size of a camp.
The white tiger phantom emerges but it is vague-the world is still suppressed. It seems that the miraculous manifestation is not allowed. The wind is blowing, and the breeze is blowing …
Chapter one hundred and twelve Kill the officer ()
The light wind doesn’t enter the directional wind, which sweeps all the buildings with a radius of 30 feet, and then there is a sudden strong storm wind with a few sharp spirits. In the blink of an eye, these rooms and the people inside are directly smashed to pieces, and the white waves and arms are rotated, and the innate wind kills King Kong’s boxing road, which brings up this strong wind, and then he is struck by lightning.
The sky flashes and winds like a dragon for dozens of miles, and the dragon’s claws explore that this white wave is a thunder. When you go to the white wave, the wind dissipates and the whole person is directly bounced. "Huh? What is the sky? This doesn’t even inspire the different scenes of heaven and earth. "Whitewater vomitted an one mouthful blood and got up from the ground. This thunder hurt Whitewater meridians a little, but that’s all."
"Sure enough … congenital vision is no longer a large-scale ability to kill ordinary people, and it is also strictly limited. This world is indeed private. It is no wonder that this world brought by jade fish is so simple." Whitewater sighed and left the camp that has been turned into hell. At this time, some people ran over from him and shouted. This is indeed a strange thing. Suddenly, a tornado killed more than 100 people. Even the governor will feel trouble.
What’s the key? It says that a strange wind suddenly happened in your governance, killing hundreds of soldiers-is this your fault? Let’s just blend this thing and forget it. Anyway, it’s just a mound to die around.
Is heaven and earth conscious? It seems that there isn’t, but it’s hard to say that Whitewater is not sure whether this world will be the type of reading micro-thatched cottage. After all, writing this guy is also a thief and scholar in Qianlong years. The so-called sven scum is afraid that this is the one, and Whitewater knows that his fame is ruined. If this is the case, the world should allow him to exert his innate magic to affect the astronomical phenomena, but now Whitewater is not sure.
"Forget it, anyway, it doesn’t affect my fighting capacity. This thief can do whatever God likes. He can shelter this thief in the Tatar court … bah!" White waves are angry, but there is nothing to be dissatisfied with-anyway, it is to reduce the killing efficiency. He has to do it himself. "It’s just that Bai Shaobao is on the line again. Go find weapons!" Nandou Shengquan is different from pike spurge, but its weapon is simple after all.
Whitewater tried this skill in vitro, just like he did once in jade fish. Even the innate force is so fast. The innate force has a little advantage. Once you go out, a certain range almost decays and disappears immediately. "This range is … almost seven feet." Whitewater smiled. "Seven-foot congenital master" Of course, the arm, wrist and palm split out a really messy blade. It is still a bit unsatisfactory that the tornado is limited to seven feet.
Is it really playing arcade KOF if the diameter of a tornado is more than one foot and seven feet away? Whitewater is also prepared for what it is like to practice King Luohan Ren’s boxing, but he is more powerful than that one-the priest robe is absolutely not going to wear the general robe, and now it is the girl’s trick with Zhenbo … Really want to learn? Nandou Shengquan evolved?
"I’m still dancing around. Well, at least I have Tiger Claw Kung Fu." Whitewater killed hundreds of people tonight. It’s not bad, but it’s a little lacking. It’s still a little unsatisfied with flesh and blood. In other words, it’s not enough to kill blood at close range. Now it seems that this thief God has forbidden his innate "field" to kill people, which seems to satisfy the desire of the beast in his heart
Whitewater crossed the city and entered this time, so I took a look at it very casually. After the rich people went in, they went to sleep by themselves. He made the most measured moves. Those people were dizzy for one night. Such people would not kill Whitewater. Naturally, they would find Manchu immortal to kill it-for example, Shaanxi governor, this official position is mainly for Manchu, and this Shaanxi governor is Manchu etiquette Zhong Yin.
Whitewater decided to kill him after waking up. Anyway, Whitewater thought it was too much trouble to rebel but rebelled against the official. Anyway, most anti-Qing gangs in this world took the road of assassinating Manchu ministers and rebelling against Han ministers-this road was a "revolutionary party" until the end of the Qing Dynasty. Whitewater treated Manchu equally. Anyway, when he became a Tatar official, he would die together.
On the second day, Whitewater had finished eating his food early, and he was ready to go to Xi ‘an to kill the old man named Lu. He didn’t know who it was now, but he didn’t think about the martial arts in this world carefully. It seems that this is the case. That old man Lu should be a master. Whitewater felt that he should be an enemy in all directions. "It’s just as cold as fire. Now it’s a good thing to climb into the world. It’s a good thing that there was a big contrast when Bai Shaobao was relatively worthy of being a shrimp in the Jianghu. I’m not crazy."
It’s all a matter of mentality. It’s good to keep a healthy mentality. Whitewater just has to cultivate his own flying skills. Wan Li walks alone to go on his way. It’s just that this place has traveled to Xi’ an for about 200 miles. Whitewater feels that he can exert his innate power to drive Wan Li to walk alone, even in half a day. The key is that he hasn’t tried it. It can be an estimate.
The fact is better than he thought. Once Wan Li walked alone, he felt that he had turned into a rolling wolf’s smoke and sped along the road-this is not very Lou than running, but gliding forward at a little toe. Naturally, the qi circulates in vitro into a certain shape to hold him up, which is different from the short-distance running before whitewater.
It is this flying skill that is not very high when running for a long distance. The foundation is to stick to the ground, which is elegant and natural. That is not enough speed. It is really fast. The long distance is much faster than grass. The whitewater walks in a straight line and does not take the official road. However, in less than an hour, Xi’ an City looks at the gods along the way. Some villagers even kneel and kowtow after seeing it.
Whitewater stopped and patted the dust and walked to the city gate. The soldiers wanted to earn money from the city. Whitewater was not interested in such people. After losing a few large sums of money, he went to the city to directly visit the governor’s office. Xi ‘an City is full of cities, and the governor’s office is of course close to the city. "Do you want to hang the anti-Qing flag?" Bai Lang also thought, "Or do you shout against the Qing Dynasty when you start work?"