Ever since he absorbed the blood energy of martial arts beggars, Lang Yun felt that his whole aura was somewhat different.
Perhaps because he had tasted the sweetness of this method, or perhaps because someone interrupted his understanding, he suddenly felt that exposing the corpse of a middle-aged man in the wilderness was a waste of resources, so he turned it into his own skill before leaving. part.
If it had been before, Lang Yun would have felt tired after traveling for so long, but since last night's sudden "enlightenment", Lang Yun only felt that he had endless strength, and he felt even more physical when walking. The flying bird is as erratic as a god.
The more he walked, the more excited he became. Unfortunately, he didn't get excited for long before he came to a river, where he had to stop to take a shower and change clothes.
Because Lang Yun used to carry water and chop firewood a lot, he also had a lot of calluses on his hands. But just when he picked up the water and rubbed his hands, he found that the dead skin on his palms began to fall off, making his skin white. Many, just like newborn babies.
Lang Yun secretly thought: Does this technique have the effect of eternal youth? He couldn't wait to jump into the water and get rid of the blood on his body.
But just when he was having a great time washing, he lowered his head and saw a slightly old face staring at him above the water. The hair on his body stood on end. He exclaimed and jumped to the shore.
But he discovered that when he left in surprise, the face in the water actually made the same movement. The only difference was that he didn't make any sound.
Lang Yun checked again and again and found that there was nothing strange in the water. He came to the river with a strange expression and looked above the water. I found that what was reflected in the water was still that old face.
"Why...why...how could this happen?" Lang Yun couldn't believe his eyes at all. He couldn't believe that he would become like this. He frantically picked up water and rubbed it on his face...but even if he rubbed his face His body was red and painful, but the situation has not changed at all.
"I heard that the Jade Pot Sect has extremely strict requirements for its disciples. I look like this now... I'm afraid it will be difficult to enter the Jade Pot Sect..." The more Lang Yun looked at him, the more he felt older, especially between the temples. A few wisps of gray were also lost, not knowing what to do.
While he was frowning, he suddenly felt something approaching him from behind, and he immediately looked over with a fierce look in his eyes. Where his eyes fell, he turned out to be a white ferret with hair as thick as snow.
When Bai Mao met Lang Yu's eyes, he seemed to be greatly frightened. He froze in place and did not dare to move at all.
The ferocious color in Lang Yun's eyes gradually became stronger, and he had already regarded the white ferret in front of him as a delicious meal. But just when he was about to eat the thing alive, he saw a dark figure coming closer, pinching the white ferret in the air with both hands, panting: "Bad thing! I finally caught you!" "
Lang Yun frowned and saw a handsome-looking child appearing in front of him. Although this person was not very old, his clothes were dignified and luxurious. At first glance, he was not an ordinary person.
"Found it! The third young master is over here!" Just as Lang Yun was sizing up the child, suddenly there was a rush of shouting from the side, and then the ground rumbled, and a group of neatly dressed men surrounded the place. stand up.
As soon as the group of people stopped, they saw an old man carrying a bookcase squeezing his way out of the crowd and wiping his sweat with relief. He was just endorsing the child, but how could he have thought that the child would disappear while he was just flipping through the book? Although there were no outsiders and beasts here, the terrain was complicated. Fortunately, there were many of them, and they found the child in a short time.
The old man was so frightened that he calmed down for a while before running over in a hurry: "Oh! My little ancestor! You really... almost killed me..."
As he was talking, he suddenly saw the culprit in the child's arms, and hurriedly stepped forward to snatch it: "Third Young Master! This thing has a very wild temper... Put it down quickly!"
The little guy who was called the Third Young Master hugged the white ferret tighter: "No, no, no! The eldest brother and the second brother don't accompany me! I want him to play with me!"
The old man wanted to say something, but he found a person staring at him with a solemn expression by the river. He took a brief look at the man by the river, and saw that although he was simply dressed, he was very imposing. In addition, his long gray hair was unruly blowing in the wind, which made him look even more immortal.
Although the old man has an ordinary status, he has come into contact with many experts. Naturally, he could tell that this person was unusual, and he hurriedly stepped forward to salute.
"Senior, I'm really sorry... Our young master has a naughty temper and disturbed his rest. I hope he won't take offense..."
Lang Yun was slightly startled when he heard the old man calling his senior in his direction, but when he thought about the river behind him, he suddenly felt that the senior was addressing him, and he also felt a wry smile in his heart. I didn't expect that at such a young age, I would be called "senior" by an old man. It seems that I am indeed a bit old now.
He was about to speak, but suddenly he felt something was wrong. He waved his hand casually and replied in a low voice, "It doesn't matter..."
When the old man saw the delicate hands of this man by the river, he felt that this man was unfathomable. He thought he had practiced some kind of rejuvenation technique, and his attitude became more respectful: "I wonder where this senior is going? The front is not far away. It’s Yangdu. If you don’t mind it, can you come over and be a guest..."
Lang Yun was shocked when he heard this. He didn't expect that his speed was so terrifying, that he could cover such a long distance in such a short period of time!
"Senior...Senior?" When the old man saw that Lang Yun was silent, he also asked cautiously.
Although Lang Yun could see that the other party regarded him as an outsider, he still hadn't figured out what happened to him. He was worried that this would cause trouble, so he chose to act cautiously.
"No need to bother, I still have important things to attend to, so you can just leave..."
When the old man saw that the man had finished speaking, he turned his back and ignored him. He said goodbye again, then greeted everyone and left quietly.
After everyone left, Lang Yun's calm expression became solemn again. After all, his current ability was promoted by Zhu Kun. If he failed to join the Jade Pot Sect and get the whereabouts of the treasure, he would inevitably die in the end.
While it was still quiet now, Lang Yun also ran the technique, trying to find out what went wrong. But having said that, Lang Yun's skill was not based on his own ability after all, so how could he know what was wrong? Trying for a long time only added to the headache, and in the end he could only put it aside temporarily.
The wolf-catcher woke up early and ran around, feeling empty in his belly. Although the water in front of me was quite clear, it was a pity that it was tasteless. I had just taken a few sips to fill my stomach a moment ago, but soon it turned into a yellow soup.
"By the way...since those people just said that this place is not far from Yangtze River, and we will pass by it sooner or later, why don't I go there first and then make plans..."
It was a good season at this time, and the city of Yangdu was bustling with people coming and going. The wolf caught a steamed bun in the chaos and ran away. Although this stuff was also tasteless, fortunately it would not turn into yellow soup and flow away, so there was no need to worry about fainting from hunger.
But the bursts of fragrance floating in the air were like fairy gauze, teasing Lang Yun's heartstrings from time to time.
Lang Yun had often done some sneaky things in the past, but it was only because he met Chun Ya that he restrained himself a lot. At this time, he suddenly had a skill at hand, and his mind couldn't help but become active again. Especially the cheers that came from time to time from the casino not far away made his hands start to itch and he couldn't bear it anymore.
Lang Yun looked around, then understood the movements around him, and walked forward.
"In Yangdu City, you go and ask around. I, Mr. Zhuang, who doesn't know who doesn't know about me?" In front of the stall, a fat-headed man was pointing at a person and yelling, "It's only a few copper coins short, so you have the nerve to talk to me." Careful about everything?"
"Uncle Zhuang... We only earn a few copper coins from our small business. If you do this... aren't you going to make it impossible for me to continue my business..." The hawker opposite looked sad and aggrieved.
"Can't do it? Then don't do it!" Uncle Zhuang put his fingers that were a few thicker than ordinary people on the table and was about to lift the stall.
But just as he raised his elbow, he knocked the man behind him staggering and almost fell over.
However, Uncle Zhuang had no intention of apologizing at all. Instead, his face was full of fat, and he cursed: "Which guy without eyesight walks around? Dare to bump into your Uncle Zhuang?" He looked back and saw When someone hunched over and squeezed out of the crowd, he sneered disdainfully: "It's okay to be afraid! Remember to walk on four legs in front of your Uncle Zhuang from now on! Hahaha..."
Uncle Zhuang was in a good mood to show off his power, but he did not continue to stir up trouble: "Boy! Uncle Zhuang, I am in a good mood today, so I won't argue with you about these stinky coins!" As he said that, he touched his waist, But as he touched it, the smile on Uncle Zhuang's face gradually faded, and his fat face turned the color of pig liver.
"Where's the money bag? Where's my money bag?" Uncle Zhuang walked around in circles a few times, extremely anxious, and then suddenly exclaimed: "You bastard! You dare to steal Uncle Zhuang's things, don't let me catch you. your turn!"
While he was cursing, he used his memory to chase the person who had just escaped behind him, ignoring the laughter behind him.
"Uncle Zhuang is really well-deserved... He can really pretend..." Behind a certain room, Lang Yun weighed a few taels of silver in his hand and sneered. It was Lang Yun who had just stolen Uncle Zhuang's money bag. Although he had not done this kind of business for a long time, he was already familiar with making the same mistakes now.
When he saw no one around, he threw the money bag on the ground, turned around and walked towards the casino next to him...
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