[King Shen] Please enter the urn

Chapter 11 Beauty Head

Shen Lang watched quietly, the young master under the independent moon.

Suddenly remembered a lot.

He remembered the first meeting with Wang Lianhua when Zhu Qiqi got rid of the disguise.The figure of the young master was heard before he could smile, he was dressed in fox fur, his eyebrows were graceful, gentle, friendly and understanding.

Thinking of them being chased by Happy King, Wang Lianhua took up a handful of brook water polluted by poultry manure and drank it in one gulp, talking and laughing freely and calmly.

Thinking of the deep cave in Huashen Temple, he leaned into Wang Lianhua's ear and whispered, his soothing breath gently blowing on his neck.

……

Shen Lang knew that he shouldn't think wildly, especially when facing Wang Lianhua, he couldn't take it lightly at any time.

However, the chaotic thoughts are like catkins flying every now and then, which cannot be cleaned up for a while.

It wasn't until Wang Lianhua raised the fan and the thin thread under her feet cut off with a "buzz", that Shen Lang came back to his senses.

I saw Wang Lianhua's toes pointing, like a kite flying in the air, floating towards the attic behind her.

The street is wide enough to allow four carriages to run side by side without being crowded.If there is no place to rely on, even if Shen Lang's lightness kungfu is superb, he will not be able to fly across.

The person who was busy running away was as swift as a gust of wind, moving like a rabbit.When Shen Lang found another way to chase after him, Wang Lianhua's tricks, who were one step ahead, had disappeared.

Wang Lianhua, who retreated quickly, looked at Shen Lang who was getting farther and farther away, feeling proud, and was about to speak a few words of ridicule.

However, Shen Lang smiled slightly, reached out and took off the tattered hat on his head, with a flick of his wrist, the hat shot out like a shooting star.

At the same time, Shen Lang stood up lightly, his figure was nimble and ethereal, like the wind returning to the snow, like a startled feather falling into the sky.In the blink of an eye, half of the long street has been crossed.

When all the power to vacate was exhausted, the falling momentum had already taken place, mysterious and mysterious, coincident and coincidental, Shen Lang had already caught up with the first-strike bamboo hat.

With a light tap of the toes, there was no trace of the wind, the bamboo hat did not sink in the slightest, and the whole person jumped away again, briskly like a floating cloud pushed by the breeze.

The difference between the two was only one step, and they jumped up to the attic on the opposite side together.

A huge problem was easily solved by Shen Lang, Wang Lianhua should have been surprised.

But since meeting Shen Lang, Shen Lang has brought him too many surprises, and now he is no longer surprised.

Shen Lang reached out with five fingers and reached out to grab the corner of Wang Lianhua's clothes fluttering in the wind.

Wang Lianhua half covered her face with the iron fan, her crescent-like eyes opened slightly, and there were bits and pieces of evil spirit oozing out of her sly smile.

The flexible five fingers danced nimbly, flipping out a dazzling fan shadow.

A piece of black needles as thin as a hair shot out, like a torrential rain, which was inevitable.

Shen Lang stared.

"Tang Sect, Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle!"

Wang Lianhua said: "Hero Shen has good eyesight."

"But it fell into the hands of my Wang Lianhua, so naturally I changed my surname with me."

Wang Lianhua's eyebrows are gentle, but her smile is cruel.

"How much can you withstand the power of this torrential rain?"

Faced with this world-shaking top hidden weapon, Shen Lang was calm and fearless.

He laughed and said, "It depends on your ability of Wang's pear blossom needle, how good is it in Tang Sect?"

As soon as the words fell, the fishing rod in his hand came out suddenly, with a surge of energy, a strong wind blew up.Hold the shaft with the palm of your hand and spin it, turning like the wind.

A fishing rod as long as one person was danced into an impenetrable wind wheel, only a row of aggressive sounds could be heard, and countless slender black needles were blocked by the fishing rod.

Under the torrential rain of black needles, Shen Lang danced his stick in the wind, but none of the needles could get close!

At the same time as the hidden weapon was released, Wang Lianhua's feet were blown by the wind, and she started to retreat at a fast pace.

When Shen Lang swept away all the black needles, he seized the opportunity and escaped dozens of steps.

Shen Lang looked at the figure fleeing farther and farther ahead, smiled and shook his head.

As soon as the right hand fell, the fishing rod hit the ground with a bang.

Stepping on the pole with his left foot, his figure rose gracefully, leaping like a swallow, twirling in mid-air, surpassing Wang Lianhua in the blink of an eye, and landed in front of him.

Wang Lianhua's eyes flashed, and she took a few wrong steps, not only stopped suddenly in the rush, but also turned around in an unreasonable way.

Seeing this situation, Shen Lang, who was about to fall to the ground, hit the ground again with a pole.

The flexible fishing rod bears a huge impact, and sinks into a tense concave arc.

He stepped on the pole with his right foot again, the pole vibrated and bounced him into the air again.

The whole person's feet didn't touch the ground, and he drew a beautiful arc in mid-air, and flew backwards!

The figures in mid-air are dexterous, like white cranes lightly, like snow swallows light and agile, like wings growing from their ribs, using poles as feet, and changing the height, direction and trajectory of the sky arbitrarily in the air without feet touching the ground.

No matter how Wang Lianhua dodges and evades, Shen Lang can accurately and quickly land on his forward route, like a falcon playing with its prey, which makes Wang Lianhua secretly hate it.

When Shen Lang threw another pole in front of Wang Lianhua.

He smiled and said, "Tired?"

Wang Lianhua was slightly out of breath: "Tired."

Shen Lang said: "Surrender?"

Wang Lianhua sighed: "Is there a second way for me?"

Shen Lang said: "Then you..."

Before the words finished, Wang Lianhua suddenly turned her wrist.

Spreading his palms forward, Senli's iron fan spun like the wind in his palm, and the afterimage of the fan blade unfolded like a lotus, and he slashed straight at the fishing rod.

Shen Lang smiled helplessly. He stepped on the fishing rod and flipped in the air as expected, and the long pole flew into the air together with the people.The iron fan spinning in Wang Lianhua's hand only had time to twist Shen Lang's fluttering hair.In the lingling night wind, a strand of black hair scattered in all directions.

Shen Lang turned around and fell, just as soon as he stood still, he shot out with a surprise attack.

In an instant, the wind blew up, and the shadow of the dragon appeared——

This wild dragon coming like a cloud breaks like a white whale chasing waves, and the sound of hunting wind seems to echo it.

In Wang Lianhua's pupils shrunk suddenly, the thunder shot through the fan.When it was about to pierce his head, it stopped suddenly, and the huge wind and waves violently lifted up a tall bundle of ink hair, like snow and ink.

The sharpened tip of the fishing rod was tremblingly placed on the tip of Wang Lianhua's nose.

Wang Lianhua felt that she stopped breathing for a moment, and the picture was frozen under the lonely moon in the high sky, the moonlight was gurgling, the shadows of the trees were swaying, and the fallen red and fallen leaves all over the street danced into a huge vortex in the wind.

The long wind blows over the breasts, and the autumn chill kills.

Shen Lang's handsome silhouette was deeply silhouetted in the bleak autumn wind, as quiet and beautiful as a stone statue.

Wang Lianhua suddenly wanted to drink.

Drink the strongest and hottest wine, accompanied by rustling tung leaves, autumn is scattered.

He felt that Shen Lang at the moment was so good-looking that he could serve as an appetizer.

I don't know if Shen Lang is willing to drink with him all night.

"Meimeimei!" After three beautiful words in succession, Wang Lianhua clapped her hands and smiled.

He sighed: "It's really beautiful."

Shen Lang laughed and said, "Are you talking about this month, this night, or this rod?"

Wang Lianhua said: "There are all of them."

"But you missed one thing."

Shen Lang said: "Which one?"

Wang Lianhua smiled and said: "There is this person."

Shen Lang was slightly taken aback, he laughed and said, "Who are you talking about?"

Wang Lianhua smiled and said, "Who else could it be?"

"It's either you or me."

When she said this, Wang Lianhua's dark jade-like pupils curved slightly, as if the crescent moon in the sky was embedded in his face, which was indescribably gentle and touching.

Shen Lang was a little relieved for a moment.

He opened his mouth and was about to say something.

Suddenly, a sharp howl of wind sounded in the sky, like the whistle of a huge falcon flying through the air.

A huge strange bird came through the clouds.

The outstretched wings of that strange bird were more than three meters long, and its whole body was glowing with a bronze-colored gloomy cold light.It flies at an extremely fast speed, and the wind that splits its wings makes a piercing scream.

Upon closer inspection, this strange bird turned out to be made of pig iron.

When it broke through the clouds, it rolled up thousands of feet of clouds, which was extremely awe-inspiring and shocking!

Shen Lang used his arms to shield the wind from the strange bird, and murmured, "The iron-winged kite of grandson Tzu-chung of 'Miaoshou'!"

His heart trembled, and he reached out to grab Wang Lianhua.

Unexpectedly, a sack hit him head-on.

Shen Lang subconsciously reached out and caught the pocket.

Wang Lianhua, who was already standing on the edge of the roof, smiled slyly and cleverly.

He said: "A beauty deserves a hero, this one is for Hero Shen."

Then he stepped on the air and jumped off the roof.

The huge iron-winged kite swooped down and rose again, carrying Wang Lianhua and disappearing into the vast night sky.

Shen Lang watched Tie Yiyuan go away, and stood quietly for a while.

He untied the rope from the leather bag and pulled it open.

Slightly startled.

The cold night wind scooped up the peach blossoms in the pockets, flying like butterflies, like frost like hail.

The peach blossoms flew away, revealing a beautiful wooden head.

It was carved from freshly felled peach wood, and the outer skin was peeled off, leaving only the tenderest inner core.The ingenious carving made this wooden statue, which was carved after the face of Chu Qiuci, as lifelike as the head of a living beauty, and even the cheeks seemed to have the blush of a girl.

Shen Lang couldn't help laughing.

Laughter is like the rustling of the wind blowing through the bamboo forest.

Still lazy and unrestrained, but a little more joyful and carefree.

He took the carved wooden head to Zhang's house.

Once again, he was treated as a troublemaker and kicked out.

After he put the wooden statue at the gate of Zhang's house, he walked away.

It is said that when Chu Qiuci was buried, there was a lifelike beautiful head carved from wood.

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