Chapter 51

Shen Lang got out of bed with the help of Gao Jianli, came to Su Menger and said, "Miss Su, thank you for your help. I have written down this kindness. If Miss Su needs it in the future, you can come to the Shen family in Jiangcheng to find me."

Su Menger nodded and said, "Mr. Shen, Menger wrote it down."

Out of Su Menger's residence, Gao Jianli frowned and asked, "young Lord, why did Su Menger save a stranger for no reason?"

Shen Lang's pale face showed a sneer of disdain: "Su Menger's abacus is quite loud. In fact, she wants to add enemies to the evil spirit cult."

"If I die, no one will know that the evil spirit cult did it, but if I don't die, I will find trouble with the evil spirit cult in the future. If we conflict with the evil spirit cult in the future, it will weaken the strength of the evil spirit cult in disguise."

Hearing Shen Lang's words, Gao Jianli nodded clearly and sighed: "Su Menger has a deep idea."

Shen Lang continued, "but I'm more interested in what the evil spirit cult is looking for."

"The evil spirit cult has mobilized so many people to come to Pingcheng and made such a big noise. That thing must be not simple."

All the way back to the inn, Zhao Qi and Yan Tian saw Shen Lang with a pale face and asked, "young master Shen, are you hurt?"

"Well, I got a little hurt. I should be fine after a two-day rest. Please rest assured, Mr. Zhao and Mr. Yan. We won't be delayed."

Shen Lang said with a smile.

"OK, then go and have a rest quickly, and we won't delay Mr. Shen's healing."

Zhao Qi said slowly.

Looking at Shen Lang's back, Zhao Qi and Yan Tian looked at each other. In fact, they had a lot to ask Shen Lang, but looking at Shen Lang's look, they suppressed their doubts again.

Back in the room, Shen Lang found a pen and paper and began to draw.

Soon, a person's face appeared vividly on the paper.

"Little Lord, who is this man?" Gao Jianli frowned at the portrait and asked suspiciously.

Shen Lang put down his brush and said with a murderous eye: "this man's name is Ying Changkong. He is the only living member of the Ying family. I doubt that the thing the evil cult is looking for should be on this man.

Remember his portrait and go out to look for it now. This man has calculated with me again and again. If you find it, you don't have to keep your hand. Remember that this man has a lot of tricks. If you fight with him, don't be careless. You must be careful. If you can catch him alive, it's best. If you can't catch him alive, bring the body back. "

The three took turns to look at Ying Changkong's portrait and deeply imprinted Ying Changkong's face in their minds.

"We're all out. What do you do, young Lord?" Jing wusheng asked with a frown, embracing the long sword.

"Hehe, it doesn't matter. There are Zhao Qi and Yan Tian. They are still on the same boat with us until they find the place where Changchun Zi can sit. Something really happens. They won't do anything."

Shen Lang said with a smile.

"OK, young Lord, let's go." Gao Jianli saluted with a fist. Then the three withdrew from the room and looked for Ying Changkong..

After the three left, Shen Lang sat cross legged on the bed. After this period of precipitation and fighting, Shen Lang felt that he was not far from the breakthrough, and it was time to break to the peak the day after tomorrow.

Shen Lang is practicing here, but there are many strangers in Pingcheng. These strangers are either holding knives and swords, or they are tough or cold-blooded. Every place they pass by, these people will be vigilant to observe the people around them.

……

In a room, the evil spirit childe Song Yu sat in a chair, closed his eyes and meditated. Like a withered finger "Deng Deng stool" knocking on the desktop, the room was silent, only the knocking sound of fingers and the desktop.

"Step! Step! Step"

Footsteps sounded, and a man in black and a ghost mask came into the room.

The man in black knelt on one knee and said respectfully, "I inform you, young Lord, in a village outside the west gate of Pingcheng, some people say that they seem to have seen Ying Changkong."

When the knocking stopped, Song Yu suddenly opened her eyes, looked at the man in black kneeling on the ground with scarlet eyes, and said coldly, "are you sure about the news?"

"Back to the little Lord, we should make sure that the witness saw the portrait and confirmed that it should be empty."

"OK, let's go." Song Yu waved.

……

"Whoosh, whoosh"

Three empty sounds sounded and Gao Jianli appeared in Shen Lang's room.

"Young master, all the strange Wulin people in the city rushed to Ximen. I doubt they found Ying Changkong." Gao Jianli said with a fist.

"Oh?"

"Let's go and have a look."

Shen Lang exhaled a foul breath, stood up and said.

At this time, Zhao qiyantian and others also set off to rush to the west gate.

……

Guyan village.

Guyan village is located in the west of Pingcheng, two kilometers away from Pingcheng. The village has been fishing for generations. At ordinary times, merchants occasionally come to the village to buy fish and shrimp. For strangers, it is not uncommon for Guyan village to arrive.

But today, there are many strangers in Guyan village. This time, there are more strangers than in the past year.

But to the surprise of the villagers, these strangers are strange people with knives, swords or various weapons. Some knowledgeable fishermen know that these people are legendary Wulin people.

The deeds of Jianghu people have gradually spread in the village. In their eyes, Jianghu people are high-ranking people.

Then the fishermen looked in awe at the Wulin people who came to the village.

……

A rough and crazy man came to a fisherman with a mace in his hand, drank and asked, "Hey, you guys, have you ever seen this man?"

A picture scroll appeared in front of several fishermen.

Several fishermen looked at the man in fear, and then looked at the portrait carefully. When they saw the man in the portrait, the fishermen racked their brains for a moment. One of them shook his head and said, "great Xia, we haven't seen this man."

"What? Haven't you seen it?" the big man shouted angrily. Then he was full of murderous intent and shouted at several fishermen: "haven't you seen it? You want to be so long? Are you kidding me?"

Then he raised his mace and hit the fisherman.

Seeing this scene, several fishermen were scared to death. They knelt down and begged for mercy and said, "great Xia, spare your life. We really haven't seen it."

The martial artists passing by in the distance looked at all this indifferently. In Zhenwu mainland, ordinary people are mole ants in the eyes of martial artists, which are the existence of random fighting and killing. No one will do the courageous thing.

Just as the mace was about to fall on the fisherman's head, there was a sudden sound of breaking the air.

"Boom!"

The mace flew high, and the rough man flew out upside down with his body spinning.

The martial artists who watched the excitement in the distance looked frozen. Looking intently, they saw a dark weapon box inserted quietly in front of the fishermen.

Looking along the direction of the weapon box, four figures came into sight.

The first was a handsome young man. The young man was wearing a snow-white long shirt, sword eyebrows and stars, with a cold face. His clothes were rattled by the wind.

"Those who bully the weak, bully the soft and fear the hard, and are in vain for martial arts, damn it."

"Buzz"

A golden light flashed across the open weapon box, and the man's head flew out.

The golden light disappeared, and the weapon box stood quietly in place, as if nothing had happened just now.

At this time, the young man just came to the weapon box.

A man in a green shirt behind the young man picked up his weapon box when he passed by.

The young man did not look at anyone and drifted away.