Chapter 45 Mysterious Fat Man

The warrior was wearing cold armor all over his body, and his face was extremely cold. He patted the horse and rushed by. He didn't look at Bai Lang at all. Only a silver whip roared, and the air kept bursting.

Bai Lang frowned slightly, but remained motionless. He held the teacup in his right hand and raised it with his left hand. A ray of golden light overflowed from his fingertips, which suddenly bounced the silver whip away.

The silver whip in the iron warrior's hand was blown away, and his face changed greatly. With a roar, he suddenly stopped in front of Bai Lang. Soon, a group of iron riders behind him shone coldly and quickly surrounded Bai Lang. Seeing this, passers-by dodged one after another, leaving only Bai Lang in the field for a short time.

"You hit my silver whip!" The iron-clad warrior had a long face and a low voice. At this time, he rode on a green horse and looked high. He questioned Bai Lang coldly.

Bai Lang did not answer, but gently played with the teacup and didn't bother to lift his eyelids. These people were majestic in the eyes of mortals, but in his opinion, they were still vulnerable.

These iron armored men have always been used to ramping. They have never met anyone so arrogant. The iron armored warrior blushed a few times, got cold and shouted, "Take it down!"

Dozens of monks brushed and pulled out their long knives together. The knives were like a rainbow and extremely fierce. They smashed the wooden tables and chairs in the shop in an instant. The corners of the leader-like monk's mouth evoked a sneer, but the smile had not yet unfolded, and it was frozen on the spot.

I saw Bai Lang in the light of the knife, but he was indifferent. Those domineering knives had disappeared before touching Bai Lang's body. He slowly stood up, put down the teacup, and frowned, "It's really boring!" Bai Lang ignored the surprised eyes of the people, as if there was no one, leisurely, and his blue clothes fluttered. He passed through the iron horse and walked far away.

His figure floated up and was obviously in front of him, but he still couldn't see it. Like a long white cloud, step by step, he disappeared under the stunned eyes of everyone.

It was not until Bai Lang left that this group of monks finally came to their senses, sweating profusely and had lingering palpitations, and then a strong sense of oppression fell like a mountain, making them almost breathless.

"Kka!"

Brushed together, the long knives drawn from the hands of more than a dozen armored monks suddenly shattered into pieces and scattered on the ground.

The faces of these monks have changed again!

Two days later, Bai Lang sat on a restaurant in Linjiang, leaned by the window, looked at the flowing water outside the window and drank by himself. He likes this kind of peaceful day very much. He has a peaceful mind and quietly watches the fireworks in the world, which is of great benefit to practice.

This ancient city has been built for hundreds of years and does not belong to any dynasty. It was originally developed by a family of cultivation. The family later attached a big cave in the world and established a sect called Tianyuanzong. Now it is in this city, so this city can also be regarded as the private territory of Tianyuanzong. The team of armored monks that Bai Lang met two days ago belonged to the Tianyuan Sect.

"To wine as a song, life geometry, this little friend drinks by himself, but he is very lonely. Why don't you treat me to a drink!" Bai Lang was meditating and felt that someone suddenly appeared in front of him.

A fat man with a red face, dressed in gorgeous clothes and a long golden fan in his hand stood in front of Bai Lang with a smile, shaking his head, quite elegant. It's just that his small eyes flashed, but it made the originally intimate fat face a little more obscene.

Bai Lang was stunned for a moment, and his consciousness dissipated. He found that although the person in front of him had a light and connotation in his eyes, there was no atmosphere of a practitioner. He was actually a mortal. He looked at the fat man carefully for a moment, raised his eyebrows slightly, and he was a little curious.

"Sit down and I'll buy you three drinks!" Bai Lang said lightly.

Bai Lang stayed in this city for two or three days and also knew that the literary style of this place was prosperous. Many of them were crazy people who were good at chanting the wind and the moon. When he saw this fat man dressed as a literati, although he was a little strange, he didn't care much.

The fat man abandoned the wine glass on the table, called the second child to put on the big wine bowl, poured it full, picked it up and laughed at Bai Lang, "There is no place to find when you break the iron shoes. Where does life meet? Come on, you and I will have a drink together!"

Bai Lang was choked by his nondescript words and was slightly surprised. He thought that this was not a guy who cheated eating and drinking. Thinking of this, Bai Lang couldn't laugh or cry. This man was so eye-catching that he actually deceived himself.

Bai Lang smiled secretly and was bored for a moment. Suddenly, he wanted to tease the fat man, so he also changed a big bowl, filled it with wine, raised the bowl and touched it, laughing, "Drink together!"

The fat man is actually a drinker. A large bowl of good wine, like drinking white water, looks extremely relaxed.

"There is no need to know each other when we meet, and we will meet you again when the flowers fall! Let's have another bowl!" The fat man had a smile on his face, rolled up his sleeves, raised a huge wine bowl, and shouted.

The corners of Bai Lang's mouth were slightly**, and he finally couldn't help laughing. The fat man looked like a rich man, but he had to pretend to be a writer Moshi to play with elegance, roaring poems he didn't know where he heard from. He was messy. His voice was so loud that he made people around him look sideways.

Bai Lang suppressed his smile, raised his glass and touched it. The fat man drank dryly and was quite proud. It seemed that he drank a lot. Bai Lang was slightly surprised. How profound his Taoism was, even if a hundred jars of good wine were in his stomach, so he wanted to drink with the fat man, get him drunk, and make a fool of him. Now it seems that this fat man is not mediocre.

"Oh, raise your glass and invite Mingyue to become three people, little brother, let's have another drink!" The fat man smiled very happily and had put the wine bowl in front of him, staring at the sky, thinking leisurely.

When Bai Lang heard the words, he almost spit out a mouthful of wine. Like today's brilliant light, thousands of miles of clear sky, where did the bright moon come from? The fat man didn't know the ink, bit the words, and pulled out the sentences he didn't know which teacher he heard from. At this time, there were many literati sitting upstairs. They heard a fat man talking nonsense over there. The good ancient famous sayings fell into his mouth, and they all changed their taste and laughed. When a man saw the fat man spraying poems, he really couldn't listen to it anymore. He patted the table fiercely and his beard trembled angrily: "Stupid thing, stupid thing, stupid thing!"

The fat man did not have any stupid consciousness and felt very good about himself. He pulled up his gorgeous clothes a few times, rolled up his long sleeves, raised his glass again, looked out of the window at the surging river, and said, "Ah, the wind is bleak and the water is cold, and the water is full of smoke! Come on, little brother, let's continue drinking!"

Bai Lang hung with a faint smile on the corners of his mouth and drank the wine. At this time, many people heard that there was a wild fat man from the countryside chewing ancient poems on the Wangjiang Building. They all surrounded them one after another, pointed their hands and feet next to him, and laughed sarcastically. When the old man heard such a shocking sentence, the old man was so angry that he couldn't speak, scolded the stupid thing and shook his head.

I don't know whether the fat man drank too much or looked indifferently. At this time, he only cared about talking about ancient and modern poems and drinking with Bai Lang. Unexpectedly, he ignored everything.

The six altar of wine had been drunk unconsciously. The fat man had come to Bai Lang's side, put it on Bai Lang's shoulder, pointed to a long painting hanging on the wall in the distance, with red light, and said, "Little friend, you see that painting is very good!"

As soon as Bai Lang was touched by him, he frowned and wanted to shake it away, but when he heard what he said, he restrained his mana. Listening to continue, the people around him also cheered up and wanted to hear what the fat man had to say.

"Look, how realistic this roast chicken painting is, hehe, ghost... It's amazing, don't you think so!"

The corners of Bai Lang's mouth ** a few times and didn't laugh, but the audience around him suddenly burst into laughter and almost lifted the roof. Several people bent down with a smile and almost couldn't straighten up. On the wall painting, there is clearly a picture of a peacock spreading its wings!

"Little friend...friend, wait for me for a moment. I... go to the hut and come back to drink...drink!" The fat man was so drunk that he stumbled to the back hall. Bai Lang's heart moved slightly and sat down. His consciousness had locked the fat man, and the fat man had no chance to sneak away.

After a long time, Bai Lang suddenly frowned, and the fat man seemed to have been squatting in the hut without rising up.

"Xiao Er, go and see why that uncle hasn't come back yet!" Bai Lang shouted.

"Mr. Guest, that uncle has left after going to the toilet!" Xiao Er replied in surprise.

Bai Lang was stunned, and the color behind him changed. He suddenly understood something and said badly. The breath locked by his consciousness had always been in the hut, but at this time, the fat man was no longer there. There was only one possibility that the fat man hid his breath and sneaked away.

Thinking of this, Bai Lang was even more shocked. How could he be a mortal who could escape from his divine search? Either he used a magic weapon with hidden breath, or his Taoism was much higher than himself. When he thought of this, he sweated coldly and had only one thought in his heart. Who is that fat man?

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