[Shen Wang] Banana deer

Chapter 43

Bai Fuqu watched Shen Lang walk out of the room, his eyes seemed to spew fire.

The fire burned for a while, but then went out, leaving only ashes-like death.

Shen Lang tore off Bai Fuqu's clothes and made a strong rope, using it to climb down the cliff.

He had intentionally taken away her clothes. It would be a good experience if he could look at his own heart when his body was naked.

Bai Fuqu is actually not a heinous villain, and it is understandable to use others to achieve her own goals.

However, Shen Lang really didn't want the ghost gate that Bai Feifei worked so hard to build to be destroyed in her hands.

When Shen Lang returned to the Night Rain Inn, it was dawn.

At that time, the proprietress was sweeping in front of the door.

She was wearing an apron with flakes of soot on it.It was cold in the spring, and her hand holding the broom was exposed, and it was a little red from the cold.

She was originally the daughter of the pampered and proud head of the sect.At this moment, she has almost completely become an ordinary woman from a good family who is busy with making ends meet.

who caused all this

When the proprietress saw him, she asked with a smile, "Did Shen Daxia's trip go well?"

Shen Lang took out a bright red invitation card, shook it and said with a smile: "Fortunately, life is not disgraceful."

At this time, Shen Lang went to take a closer look at the invitation, which was light in his hand but carried a heavy weight in the world.

After looking at it, Shen Lang was shocked again.

I saw that in addition to the time and place of the Gathering in the Storm Castle, there was a large section of densely packed text in the invitation card. After reading it carefully, I found that it was part of the essence of the long-lost "Thousand Gate Sword Art".

Duan Feng used such a method to convince the people of Jiang Hu that he did have the legacy of the Happy King in his hands.

It seems that he has made up his mind to lead those "people he likes" to the desert.

What is he going to do?

When the proprietress searched around, "Why didn't Mr. Wang come back with you?"

Shen Lang frowned and said, "Didn't he come back first?"

The proprietress was startled, and suddenly said: "I heard the neighing of the horse last night." The two hurried to the back door of the inn to see that the horse was no longer there, but a 100 tael silver ticket was nailed to the horse stake.

Shen Lang held the bank note, looking a little disappointed.

The proprietress was surprised and said, "Where did Mr. Wang go? Why didn't he wait for you?"

Shen Lang smiled faintly, "If Wang Lianhua wasn't so unexpected, how could he be that unpredictable young man with thousands of faces? Although he is amazingly talented and intelligent, he still has a bit of childish innocence. Sometimes it's irritating and funny."

The lady proprietress chuckled and sighed intentionally: "Hey, Shen Daxia has never hesitated to praise the prince in front of everyone. It seems that in your heart, he is really a wonderful person in heaven and earth."

Shen Lang said with a smile: "I used to think that if you treat a person as your own, you can't praise them in front of outsiders, and you can only be stricter. It's because I never thought that two different people can really be like this. There is a tacit understanding and the same mind. He never asks me what to do, but he does everything according to what I think in my heart."

Mrs. Shi smiled and said: "You never ask him what he wants to do, because all his thoughts are already in your heart. For example, at this moment he left suddenly, leaving only a bank note, you naturally already know what he wants to do. The profound meaning contained in these 100 taels of silver notes."

Shen Lang laughed and said, "Why do you think he left 100 taels of silver notes?"

The lady proprietress pondered: "100 taels, maybe it means that he is waiting for you a hundred miles away?"

Shen Lang laughed and handed the 100 taels of silver note to the proprietress Shi's hands, "His 100 taels of silver note does not imply where he is, but it is just money for you to buy horses."

"Ah?" The lady boss opened her mouth wide open, as if her jaw was about to drop from shock, "Then where are you going to find him?"

Shen Lang stared at the distant horizon, and said leisurely: "He will definitely wait for me at the next place I must go."

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Where is Shen Lang's next must-go place?

Who knows?

Although you don't know it yet, I certainly know it when I write this article.

So, Shen Lang rode a strong white horse to the edge of the desert alone, and the next road would only be accompanied by the vast yellow sand.

Maybe it was because the days before were too relaxed and happy, even though he was always free and easy, he couldn't help but feel a little lonely and melancholy.

This is a very small market, where many passers-by will replenish and rest, and prepare all kinds of dry food, clean water and other materials necessary for entering the desert.

Shen Lang has already experienced the harshness of the desert.

Of course he had to be fully prepared.

He first went to a restaurant, ready to fill his stomach.

Although the decoration of the restaurant is simple, it is very big inside.It's mealtime now, but there are still quite a few people, about 20 people, all of them are dressed in coarse cloth bunts.

Shen Lang sat down, a little girl came over, his face was very smelly, and his tone of voice was as fierce as if someone owed him hundreds of taels of silver, "What do you want to eat, my lord?"

Of course Shen Lang wouldn't argue with him, and said, "Let's have a bowl of beef noodles first."

Xiao Er still had a stinky face, and said coldly: "No."

Shen Lang said: "Then hot noodle soup."

Xiao Er still said coldly: "No."

Shen Lang was a little helpless, and said lightly: "Then what exactly do you have?"

Xiaoer said: "Steamed buns."

Shen Lang wondered: "Steamed buns are only steamed buns."

Xiaoer said: "Yes, cold steamed buns, whether you like them or not, if you don't eat them now, the next moment, you may not even have to eat cold steamed buns."

Shen Lang said lightly: "Then give me steamed buns."

Xiao Er quickly brought up the steamed buns, and the steamed buns were really cold.

Not only was it cold, but it was as hard as a rock.

Xiao Er was about to leave, but Shen Lang called him, "Why is there only steamed buns in a restaurant? And there are so many people when there are only steamed buns?"

Xiao Er snorted, "Because other than you, other people not only have wine, but also vegetables. But the people who come after you don't even have steamed buns to eat."

Shen Lang was even more surprised, "Why don't you sell me vegetables? Do I look like someone who can't pay the bill?"

Xiaoer said: "Even if you take out a piece of gold, there is nothing to eat."

"why?"

"Because just before you came in, all the wine and dishes were packed by other uncles."

"all?"

"Yes, everything, including the next month. As long as we can sell it, no matter how many dishes or wine, it's already someone else's."

"Are there many of them?"

Xiao Er shook his head, "There are only two."

"Two? Why do two people need so much food and wine?"

"You ask me, who am I going to ask!" The cold-faced Xiaoer coldly dropped this sentence, ignored Shen Lang, and ran downstairs.

"Although they can't eat so much food and wine, they can make others have no food and wine to eat." Although Xiaoer didn't answer Shen Lang, another voice came from the next table.

Shen Lang looked sideways, but saw a young man in Tsing Yi sitting at the table, who had just finished a bowl of beef noodles that smelled delicious.

Shen Lang cupped his hands and said, "Brother, can you tell me who these two are? And why do you want others to have no place to eat?"

This young man has a fair face and handsome eyebrows. Although his expression is gentle, there is an aloof aloofness between his brows. He is dressed in a luxurious silk and satin Tsing Yi with a simple and simple jade pendant on his waist. son.

Young Master Tsing Yi walked to Shen Lang and sat down, "Don't you know the reason?"

Shen Lang murmured: "Could it be because of the Stormwind Castle?"

The young man in Tsing Yi nodded and said, "It's Gale Castle."

Shen Lang looked around the restaurant and wondered: "Could it be that these people are all here for the Gathering in Gale Castle? But there is still a month before the Qingming Festival."

The young man in Tsing Yi said: "Wouldn't it be possible to seize the opportunity if we act earlier?"

Shen Lang said: "Brother, do you know who those two people who bought all the food and drink in the restaurant are?"

The youth in Tsing Yi said: "Yin and Yang are two heroes."

Shen Lang murmured: "Could it be the yin and yang duo of the Taiji Gate that shocked Huainan in the past?"

"Exactly."

"Heaven and earth are full of light, and yin and yang transform into chapters. I heard that the yin and yang heroes of Taijimen are masters in the world. The elder brother who wields Yinyue Sword is called "Jinbo Haoyue" Wu Sangzi, and the younger brother who wields Yangri Dao is called "Silver Dragon Yaori" Wu Be careful. Two people with swords and knives combined can have the power of thunder."

The young man in Tsing Yi nodded and said, "That's right, it's these two people."

Shen Lang said: "I heard that these two people are obsessed with martial arts, and they don't often get involved in Jianghu affairs."

The young man in Tsing Yi smiled slightly, "Eight hundred peerless martial arts secret books, countless gold and silver jewels, such attractive things, except for Yin and Yang who have not been born for a long time, two gangs, five sects, three sects and four families of martial arts in the Central Plains, and even Hengshan, Huashan, Qingcheng, Penglai, the 49 gangs that are not well-known, large, medium and small, inside and outside the customs, all sent the top masters of the gang to the Storm Castle after receiving the invitation from the troupe master."

Shen Lang was moved and said: "Is the scope of Gathering in Stormwind Castle so wide?"

The young man in Tsing Yi nodded.

Shen Lang said: "I haven't asked the young hero Gao's surname and name, who is he and what sect?"

The young man in Tsing Yi stared at Shen Lang, and said calmly: "He is from Xiachu Tower." After a while, he slowly said: "There is no sect, no sect."

Shen Lang smiled and said calmly: "I am Shen Lang."

Hearing this name, people from Chulou suddenly shot two bright lights in their eyes, not only surprised, but also inquiring and puzzled.

It seemed that the name had evoked many emotions in him.

Shen Lang also looked at the young man in Tsing Yi in front of him.

Who is this person?Is Chu Louren his real name?

What information does his eyes reveal?

The moment their eyes met, the two had looked at each other and tried it out.

The Chulou people lowered their eyes, repeated their calmness, and said lightly: "Looking at your demeanor, I know that you are not an ordinary person."

Shen Lang said: "It's just a duckweed in the rivers and lakes."

Chu Lou said humanely: "Could it be that Brother Shen also came here for the legacy?"

Shen Lang said: "The way of martial arts is as vast as a sea of ​​smoke. In just a few decades of life, being able to practice a martial art thoroughly is already a great ability. What's the use of eight hundred books? As for gold and silver, they are nothing more than possessions."

The man from Chulou wondered: "I heard that Shen Lang's martial arts are so high and unfathomable, could it be that brother Shen only knows one martial art?"

Shen Lang said: "My qualifications are dull, so I dare not be greedy for more, just concentrate on practicing family martial arts well, and be able to protect myself, that's enough."

The people from Chulou sighed: "Brother Shen's words are very true. Everyone in the world knows that Wang Lianhua, the son of Luoyang, possesses ninety-nine and 81 kinds of martial arts skills. Brother Shen's hand."

Shen Lang said with a smile: "Wang Lianhua is amazingly talented. He can learn all the things that ten people can learn by himself. But he is happy to see Lie Xin, so he is always one step behind me in martial arts, but ..."

The man from Chulou wondered, "But what?"

Shen Lang just smiled and said nothing.

The man from Chulou said again: "The word self-protection sounds simple, but when you think about it carefully, there are people beyond people and heaven beyond the sky. It is really not easy to protect yourself in this dirty arena. I heard that Brother Shen entered the arena by himself. Since then, have you not lost a single game?"

Shen Lang shook his head and said with a smile, "It's not like I've lost all my battles."

Chu Lou said humanely: "Oh? Brother Shen, can you talk about it?"

Shen Lang said with a smile: "As of today, I have had three defeats in my life. The first defeat was when I was young when I was catching murderers, I was seriously injured by a master of the Tang sect. Saved. The last two times were defeated by the same person."

The people from Chulou asked in surprise: "Who can defeat you twice?"

Shen Lang said: "It is Wang Lianhua, son of Luoyang."

The man from Chulou wondered: "Wang Lianhua can really defeat you twice?"

Shen Lang said: "The first time was when we went to the desert to look for Chai Yuguan in the past, and I was defeated by his clever plan."

The people from Chulou asked, "What about the second time?"

Shen Lang said with a smile: "This is the second time, but don't talk about it."

The people from Chulou smiled and stopped asking.

At this moment, there was a loud crash in the building, and the ground shook.