I, the wanderer of the universe, love making friends

Chapter 199: Of course, you have to be patient when doing this kind of thing
It is undeniable.

This is a little slut.

Moreover, Rong Jiaojiao is another disciple of Zhu Yuyan, this was said by Zhu Yuyan herself.

It’s just that this disciple is alienated from Zhu Yuyan.

As my master's teacher, it is not excessive for me to teach Zhu Yuyan a lesson.

Rong Jiaojiao said in a sweet voice, "Oh, Master, you are so mean. Who would steal from someone else as soon as they enter their home?"

"If I wasn't stealing, I wouldn't be here, because there's a code of conduct for thieves." Shen Lang held her waist with one hand, while the other hand was playing tricks on her. "Let's hurry up, or we won't be seen later."

"Oh, Master, why are you so impatient?" Rong Jiaojiao said coquettishly, "You're touching me right after we met. I'm not mentally prepared yet, and we don't know each other that well..."

Shen Lang said behind her ear: "I believe you are ready, and we can get to know each other slowly."

Rong Jiaojiao panted and said, "Then you better hurry up, lest you get discovered later."

Then a few cries and some puffing sounds were heard from the flowers.

After two cups of tea, Rong Jiaojiao endured the discomfort and went back to the living room.

It’s not that Shen Lang surrendered first, but she was worried about being discovered.

As soon as she left, Dong Shu Ni came to the garden stealthily.

With a sweet smile, he asked, "Did you take down that little slut Rong Jiaojiao just now?"

"What do you mean by 'take it down'?" Shen Lang waved his hand. "We are just discussing the doctrine of the mean."

"Then I want to discuss this with you as well." Dong Shuni reached out and pressed a certain spot, smiling, "It seems that little girl isn't that great, yet she can actually make you like this right now."

"So you came at the right time." Shen Lang whispered, "I will now teach you a sword technique."

"What sword technique?"

"This move is called 'Proper Way of Obtaining'." Shen Lang said.

He is a good ball player and a good fisherman.

Not a few times.

Dong Shu Ni's breathing became rapid, her breasts heaved, and her body twisted constantly.

The two of them spent another two cups of tea in the garden.

Doing things like this is always so slow and procrastinating.

Dong Shu Ni came with an empty stomach and left with a full load.

Seeing her return to the hall, Shen Lang also prepared to return.

Suddenly, a figure wearing a black hood and a black nightgown appeared from the wall. The tip of the long sword in his hand turned into a point of brilliance and shot towards Shen Lang in a strange arc at a speed that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.

Although the sword technique was swift and fierce, Shen Lang was not at all panicked, and his right fingers flicked on the opponent's sword.

"Ding!"

There was a crisp sound, like two flames colliding.

The assassin immediately felt as if he had been electrocuted, and the four-foot green sword suddenly changed, turning into seven or eight sword beams, which seemed to be able to attack any vital point of Shen Lang.

Shen Lang sighed: "I hate you assassins the most. You have no technical skills at all."

A bit of silver light popped out and flew out into the air.

The assassin's figure suddenly paused, as if encountering an invisible wall.

There was already a line of blood spurting out from his neck, and after his body staggered, he fell headfirst to the ground.

Shen Lang stepped forward and pulled off his hood.

It turned out to be Yang Xuyan, a shadow assassin with a great reputation in the martial arts world.

I don't know if he wanted to assassinate me because of Rong Jiaojiao or Dong Shuni. Dong Shuni had previously mentioned that she had a close relationship with Yang Xuyan.

Or is it because of the Heshi Bi, or maybe something else.

Anyway, Yang Xuyan is dead now, so there is no way to investigate further.

Shen Lang threw his body deep into the garden and turned away.

Enter the hall.

Just then, Hou Xibai opened his folding fan a little, revealing the image of a beautiful woman jumping out of the fan.

Instantly attract the attention of people around.

Although it is only a work of ink and wash, it can fully express the stunning beauty of the beauty [her body is as light as snow, and her thin dress is transparent to the creamy skin].

Everyone recognized who the painting belonged to at a glance.

It was Shang Xiufang who was currently surrounded by people like stars.

Shang Xiufang exclaimed in astonishment, "When did Master Hou write 'I' on the fan?' Xiufang, with her delicate figure, feared she would soil your precious fan."

But everyone could see from Shang Xiufang's expression that she was deeply moved by Hou Xibai's painting skills, and in fact, all the men and women at the table were moved by Hou Xibai's unparalleled brushwork.

Yun Yuzhen secretly took out the fan that Shen Lang had just given her and looked at it. She found that their painting skills were comparable, and her heart suddenly felt balanced.

But including Bai Qing'er, all the girls could not help but envy him.

Shen Lang didn't pay any attention at all, and had no interest in going forward to compete with Hou Xibai.

Only those who want to make a big splash or those who need a job will always be ready to prove themselves by killing or using other skills.

Instead of spending all your time proving your abilities to others, it is better to spend your time on meaningful things.

For example, choosing the next opponent to attack.

Let's discuss the Way of Heaven and the Doctrine of the Mean.

Shen Lang didn't pay attention to Hou Xibai's performance.

However, Zheng Shiru was so flustered by the sudden appearance of such a powerful opponent that he was unable to fight back.

Hou Xibai put away his folding fan and murmured softly, "Whose girl is this with the pink bosom and embroidered bosom? Her fragrance plucks the stars and whispers of spring. Miss Fang has a beauty that can captivate the whole country and an art that can captivate everyone. Xibai is in awe."

This man is indeed a man of great literary talent and elegant wording, and which woman would not be moved by him?

Seeing Shen Lang return, Shang Xiufang asked, "I wonder what Brother Shen thinks of Mr. Hou's painting?"

"It's a very good painting." Shen Lang nodded. "Just by looking at it, I can see a beautiful woman who is full of life. Therefore, Shen Lang admires Brother Hou's painting skills."

Shang Xiufang glanced at him and thought to herself: Could it be that this person has such a broad mind that there is not even a trace of jealousy?

She has traveled all over the country and seen all kinds of people.

Many men who are interested in pursuing her always try to show off in front of her, and also try to overwhelm other opponents and prove themselves in various ways in order to attract her attention.

Few people go against the grain like Shen Lang and praise others vigorously.

After comparing the two, the shock Hou Xibai gave her was somewhat reduced.

Seeing that Shang Xiufang was surrounded and admired by others, Shen Lang simply found a place to stay for the time being.

Someone greeted him: "Mr. Shen."

This person was from the Song clan, named Song Lu, and also had the nickname Silver Dragon. Shen Lang had seen him before on Song Yuzhi's boat.

"Mr. Song." Shen Lang returned the greeting and asked, "I wonder if Yu Zhi has arrived?"

Song Lu shook his head and said, "I wonder if Mr. Shen is free right now? I want to talk to you for a few words."

Shen Lang didn't know what he was going to say, so he walked out of the corridor outside the side door.

I heard bursts of noise coming from the direction of the first two halls.

Song Lu stood by the railing, staring at the fish pond for a while, then asked in a deep voice, "What are your plans, Master Shen?"

Shen Lang was stunned for a moment: "What plan? Isn't that what Mr. Song was talking about?"

Song Lu sighed, "Actually, I'm a little confused, because it's all in one place. I've heard a lot from Yu Zhi, like how you're on good terms with the Dongming Sect, the Pegasus Ranch, and even Military Advisor Shen of the Wagang Fort. You should have also killed Li Mi's only son, Li Tianfan, right?"

He looked at Shen Lang with a burning gaze, "Originally, Yuzhi and Li Tianfan were engaged. As long as Li Mi captured Luoyang, she would marry Li Tianfan. Now that Luoyang has not been captured, and Li Tianfan has become a disabled person, this marriage is likely to be annulled."

"Although you have no soldiers under your command, you now have the capital to dominate the world, such as the Heshi Bi, and the Pegasus Ranch as your support. If you can rule the north with a southerner, our Song family will definitely support you strongly."

At this point, Song Lu's gaze fell on a cluster of peonies beside the fish pond. He snorted coldly, "The northern 'Lu' clans have always sought to crush our southern gentry of pure blood and culture. People like Yang Jian, while trying to adopt southern influences and restore the orthodoxy of our Han dynasty, aren't they still Hu people at heart?"

Then he shifted his gaze to his face and said in a deep voice, "You must be careful of Wang Bo. He has just hinted to Wang Shichong several times that he wants to snatch the Heshi Bi from you. His methods are truly despicable."

Shen Lang said: "As long as the Heshi Bi is in my hands, even Ning Daoqi can't snatch it away."

"That's good. As I said before, if you decide to compete for the throne, my Song family will definitely support you." Song Lu said seriously, "Let's go back to the hall first."

Shen Lang thought for a moment and asked, "I wonder how Yu Zhi is doing now."

Song Lu said: "It's fine. I'm still happy without Li Tianfan's marriage. But if you want to marry her, you can't just talk about it."

But Shen Lang didn't take his words to heart at all.

Is he the kind of person who would use marriage to bind others?

The hall was filled with noise.

Rong Fengxiang finally came back from his social event.

Dong Shu Ni originally wanted to elope with Shen Lang secretly, but Wang Shichong took her away first and ordered people to keep a close watch on her, perhaps because he knew something big was going to happen.

The convoy drove out of the gate.

Ouyang Xiyi and other masters used horses instead of carriages, and together with more than a hundred guards, they formed an orderly formation to protect Wang Shichong's carriage and left the Rong Mansion, which was still bustling with noise.

Shen Lang also left quietly. He still had to go to the boat to have a night chat with Bai Qing'er, Yun Yuzhen and the others.

I have an appointment at Manqingyuan tomorrow, so time is running out and I can't waste a single moment. I'm walking slowly towards the pier.

On the silent long street, the only sound was the friction between horse hooves and wheels, and the faint pressure before a storm.

Moreover, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and another storm was brewing.

Suddenly, the sound of horses neighing was heard in front, and at the same time, a convoy in front stopped.

Judging from their attire, they are Wang Shichong's troops.

Shen Lang didn't care about Wang Shichong at all. He was only thinking about whether Dong Shu Ni would be hurt.

Because he is a very sentimental person, as long as Dong Shu Ni is under his nose, he can't bear to see her encounter any accident.

So he stopped and watched secretly.

I saw a tall figure standing in the darkness about twenty feet ahead, blocking the road.

The guards of the convoy were stunned for a moment. How could an assassination be so blatant?

You should know that almost all the masters under Wang Shichong's command are concentrated here, not to mention the more than one hundred elite guards. Unless the other party has a stronger force than this, they will probably lose soldiers and generals before they even touch Wang Shichong's carriage.

After a brief silence, the figure let out a long, deafening laugh and said, "Wang Shichong, you're dead today!"

Shen Lang had heard this voice when he went to look for Yang Gong's treasure house. It was the voice of Dugu Feng, the leader of the Dugu clan.

There was no time for people to respond.

Dugu Feng roared again, and spun several times so fast that it was invisible to the naked eye. Then he threw out a spinning black cloud-like object, which instantly crossed a distance of more than twenty feet and flew towards the guards in front.

The whistling sound of metal breaking through the wind resounded throughout the imperial road. In the light of lanterns and torches, what was thrown from Dugu Feng's hand turned out to be a large round iron cymbal with a diameter of five feet.

The edge of the cymbal was covered with sharp teeth. When he threw it with a special technique, it drew a beautiful arc and spun like a gyroscope at an astonishing speed.

Dugu Feng was the leader of a clan, and had been famous in the martial arts world for forty years. With his accumulated strength and all his might, coupled with the rotating nature of the cymbal and its sharp teeth, he was invincible and irresistible.

After Dugu Feng threw the cymbal, he immediately flew backwards because he was exhausted and his true energy was greatly depleted.

Lanterns fell to the ground in front.

The guards hurriedly rolled off their horses to avoid them. Panic spread rapidly like an infectious disease. Everyone dismounted, screaming and scattering in all directions.

Adding to this the feeling of being suddenly swallowed by darkness, and the terrifying feeling of danger and strife in battle intensified.

This striking first move made everyone lose their minds for a moment, and they watched helplessly as the cymbals flew from far away and quickly cut towards the carriage.

When the cymbals were still three feet away from the horses, the people in the team finally reacted.

Some jumped to the ground, and some rode their horses away.

Just when the army was about to be routed, a black shadow fell from the sky and landed on the flying cymbal at an astonishing speed and with terrifying accuracy. The tip of the shadow touched the center of the cymbal, and it flew on the cymbal like an immortal riding on the clouds, which was a breathtaking sight.

Taoist Ke Feng immediately shouted, "There's an assassin!"

Ouyang Xiyi immediately jumped up, hoping to intercept the other party as soon as possible.

But his speed was not as fast as the cymbal thrown by Dugu Feng with all his strength.

"Pong!"

Before everyone's eyes, the round cymbals broke into the carriage roof about half a foot below with ease, and easily scraped off the roof along with the cymbals, turning the carriage into a bizarre open-air carriage.

The four horses pulling the carriage were startled and stood up, then their necks broke and they fell to the ground, dying on the spot.

The assassin's bullet flew a little higher, and he did a somersault, turning upside down and throwing himself into the carriage like a cannonball.

The next moment, a figure rolled out of the car.

The assassin immediately smashed the carriage and began to chase.

The cymbals that had cut off the roof of the carriage continued to move forward, passing between the necks of the two war horses that stood up in shock. Blood spurted out immediately, and the two poor innocent horses fell down, and the guards on the horses also fell to the ground.

Wang Shichong's guards behind the carriage had no choice but to scatter and hide, let alone deal with the enemy.

Chen Changlin and six or seven masters saw someone slipping out from under the car and saw the assassin breaking through the wall to chase him. They jumped off their horses and rushed towards the enemy.

Little did they know that when that person rushed over, he deliberately stirred up a cloud of wood chips in the air, which splashed towards them like a torrential rain. All of them contained a powerful force, which was no different from throwing a hidden weapon.

Shen Lang only took a glance and could tell that this man was very powerful in martial arts. No one in Wang Shichong's convoy could stop him.

Because the lanterns were out and it was late at night and the stars were dim, everyone only knew that the other person was dressed in black. As for what he looked like, no one could see clearly, which added to the mysterious and unpredictable feeling of the person.

Linglongjiao, Wang Xuanying, Ouyang Xiyi, Wang Xuanshu and other masters had already arrived at this time, but they were a little behind in time.

Chen Changlin and the others could only watch helplessly as broken wood and hidden weapons rained down from the sky, while the assassin had already flown over Wang Shichong, who was still rolling on the ground, and pressed down with both palms.

The violent energy, as violent as a storm, pressed down like a wall, and the momentum was extremely terrifying.

Wang Shichong on the ground was beaten so hard that he spit out blood.

"puff!"

Linglongjiao, Wang Xuanying, Wang Xuanshu, Ouyang Xiyi, Kefeng and other masters have arrived above the dilapidated carriage.

Seeing this scene, my heart was broken.

Everyone shouted loudly:

"Father! Father!"

"You actually killed my father!"

"Prince, Prince."

"Brother Shichong..."

When it was about to pounce, there was a whistling sound from above, and hundreds of leaves shot down from the sky like sharp blades, making it impossible to dodge.

Faintly, four or five black shadows fell from the sky along with the rain of leaves.

Those with lesser skills had no choice but to use sword nets and knife shields to try their best to block the attack.

Only Ouyang Xiyi, Kefeng, Linglongjiao and others relied on their body-protecting true qi to speed up and rush towards the assassin, so as to intercept him before he could continue to kill.

In the darkness, there were sounds of shouting and killing.

Hearing that there was no sound from Dong Shu Ni, Shen Lang prepared to leave.

He was not familiar with Wang Shichong, so there was no need for him to lend a helping hand.

Just then, someone shouted, "We got it!"

The assassins withdrew immediately.

The entire assassination process took only a few blinks of an eye, as fast as thunder and lightning, and strong wind blowing leaves.

Shen Lang also left.

Maybe Yun Yuzhen and Bai Qing'er are already waiting for him on the boat, so he can't waste any more time.

Just got back to the boat a while ago.

The first woman to come to him was Yun Yuzhen. Shen Lang pulled her into his arms and asked, "Did you miss me?"

Yun Yuzhen let out a sweet laugh in his arms. "I saw you flirting with Dong Shuni tonight. Did you seduce her? Tell the truth."

"Stop talking nonsense, or I'll punish you severely and make your buttocks bloom." Shen Lang rubbed her buttocks.

Yun Yuzhen raised her beautiful face with a charming look and said in a soft voice, "Bad guy, how do you want me to bloom?"

"Bloom like this." Shen Lang picked her up and tore off her dress.

At this moment, the only way to prove my love is through actions.

After a long conversation.

Yun Yuzhen suddenly lowered his head and said sadly, "Master, please take me away."

"Hmm?" Shen Lang looked at him puzzledly.

Yun Yuzhen said sadly, "The Ju Kun Gang is now dead in name only, and I, Yun Yuzhen, have also suffered retribution. I have been deserted by my friends and family, living like a walking corpse all day long. I even hate myself. I think death is worse than living the rest of my life in this kind of misery. I am a complete failure."

Shen Lang wiped her tears and asked, "What happened?"

"In order to strengthen the Ju Kun Gang, I cooperated with the Baling Gang and attached myself to Xiao Xian, the great-grandson of Emperor Xuan of Xiliang. However, this ended up ruining the entire Ju Kun Gang."

Yun Yuzhen said with a bitter face, "I came to Luoyang this time on his orders to deal with Zheng Shuming, the widow of the former leader of the Yangtze River Alliance, to fight against the Jialuo Kingdom of Zhu Can and his daughter, but I also lost control of the Jukun Gang."

Shen Lang asked casually: "So what are your plans?"

Yun Yuzhen burst into tears and shook her head, saying, "I don't know. I may seem prosperous on the surface, but I have nothing. I don't even dare to think about it. Even speaking a word or thinking about it seems to take all my energy. I am in a daze every day. Just kill me!"

"It seems your situation is indeed very bad." Shen Lang wiped her tears and said, "You can't leave Xiao Xin now."

Yun Yuzhen said, "Xiao Xin isn't scary. Xiang Yushan, the brothel owner, is the real scary one. His martial arts skills aren't great, but when it comes to conspiracy and scheming, he's a master among the best."

Shen Lang disagreed, "Where is he? In the face of such powerful strength, all conspiracies and tricks are in vain."

Hearing this, Yun Yuzhen's face froze: "You want to kill him?"

"What else? Am I going to play some tricks on him?"

Yun Yuzhen shook his head and said, "Xiang Yushan didn't come with me. Otherwise, I could have asked you to kill him. He..."

Before she could finish her words, Shen Lang suddenly covered her mouth.

Yun Yuzhen's eyes were suddenly filled with confusion.

Just a moment later, a woman's voice came from outside.

"Master Shen, the little slut is here..."

(End of this chapter)