[King Shen] Please enter the urn

In the nick of time, the BMW jumped several times, and it looked relaxed and freehand.The knight on the horseback is even more handsome, unrestrained and unrestrained.Amidst the cheers of the crowd, countless purses and sachets fell on Shen Lang's body.

However, it was hard for Wang Lianhua who was placed horizontally, sandwiched between the horse's head and Shen Lang.

He let out a groan of pain when all four hooves hit the ground, as the horse's spine, arched high by the shock, pressed heavily against his chest and belly.

In the icy wind, Wang Lianhua's complexion was livid and her hair was disheveled. He struggled to grab Shen Lang's clothes, gritted his teeth and said, "Shen Lang, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he was pushed back into his stomach by the ups and downs of the horse's back.

Wang Lianhua hurriedly closed her lips and clenched her teeth, for fear of spitting out the last night's meal.

Lying on the back of the galloping horse, all movements became difficult.He couldn't raise his head, and he could only see Shen Lang's black boots on the stirrups, and his strong thighs and slender calves under the hem of his clothes lifted by the gust of wind.

Just when Wang Lianhua was considering whether to vomit Shen Lang all over, or open his mouth to bite off a piece of his thigh, Shen Lang sighed softly: "This is terrible."

Wang Lianhua's heart tightened, she struggled to turn her head, and her pupils shrank suddenly - straight ahead, six horses were galloping towards each other like off-string arrows, each of them drew their long knives around their waists, and Wang Lianhua's cold eyes made her feel ashamed. For sure, if the two sides passed each other, the other party would not mind taking two or three heads.

Looking back, the man in black clothes who was chasing after them also had a cold face.Seeing Wang Lianhua looking at him, she returned a contemptuous look, dark and mocking.

Seeing that the horse team was getting closer and closer, the front and rear sides had already formed a pincer attack on the two of them, making them nowhere to escape, unless they could escape underground or fly into the sky...

Wang Lianhua's pupils opened slightly - he saw him and Shen Lang flying up!

It turned out that at that very moment, Shen Lang pulled the reins violently, whistled like an eagle howling, the steed was psychic, and its four hooves turned suddenly, as fast as a puff of green smoke, almost floating out of the main street.

Stepping on the white stone railing with both hooves, he jumped in the air, and leaped down the embankment more than ten feet high in a vigorous posture.

There was a loud bang, and the two people on the back of the BMW landed steadily on the shoal by the river bank.

The violent shaking made Wang Lianhua's face turn blue, and his stomach was full of turmoil - he even wanted to die.

The two teams who suddenly lost their pursuit saw that they were about to collide with each other, their eyes widened in horror, and they yanked on the reins.

However, how can a galloping horse stop its pace?

After a violent crash, the crowd turned on their backs, neighing and howling, and the witnesses around couldn't help but grinned and covered their eyes.

The man in black ruthlessly pushed away a disciple who was pressing on him, and staggered up from the ground.

He shuffled to his mount, grabbed the horse's mane awkwardly with his hands and feet, and tried several times before successfully getting on the horse.

Looking at the black-clothed swordsman who rolled all over the ground, he yelled fiercely: "Get up, keep chasing!"

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Shen Lang rode his horse galloping down the shoal under the long embankment.

The vigorous horseshoes are as anxious as afterimages, and the fine white sand is splashed during the running, which is scattered under the moonlight and lights, shining like frost in the air.

The river twists and turns, and surrounds the flower fields with fresh grasses. Among the white sand and crushed stones, there are Qingzhi and Tinglan, which are quiet, elegant and lush.

The bright and bright moon, clear and secluded, sprinkles among the dew-condensed flowers and branches, like frost and hail.

On the white beach, countless young men and beauties are pushing and releasing river lanterns.One by one, each one, carrying infatuation and prayers, was slowly sent to the heart of the river by the gentle current.

Whenever river lanterns collide accidentally, there will be a burst of crisp laughter.

Under the night, the dark water of the river is bright red illuminated by the lights along the banks and in the middle of the river. The magnificent color is as warm as the wine from the Western Regions.

Suddenly, there was an exclamation on the white beach.

It turned out to be a galloping horse, galloping along the shallows, splashing a row of crystal water, and trampled many river lanterns that hadn't had time to let go.

The handsome knight rode his horse and galloped past like a shooting star.With a glance at Yu Jinghong, Wen Sheng said "Sorry!"

That sloppy smile is actually more intoxicating than the mellow wine and the boundless romance.

The girls held the broken river lanterns and looked back, dazed.I don't know how many daughters lost their minds on the back of the horse.

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Before the horse ran to the end of the river bank, several bowstring vibrations suddenly sounded in the wind.

Shen Lang smiled slightly, lowered his head, leaned over the horse's back, and easily pushed down Wang Lianhua who was struggling to raise his head.

The cold arrows flew past their scalps.

After crossing a section of dwarf kudzu vines, the front suddenly opened up.Shen Lang saw with excellent eyes that a staircase appeared on the right side of the road.

As soon as he pulled the rein of the horse, he galloped up and escaped from the archer's sight in an instant.

The man in black spat hard, and he shot the empty arrow basket, throwing away the bow and arrow in his hand.The whip slapped on the horse's buttocks, scraping a bloodstain, the white horse neighed in pain, and ran even faster.

After Shen Langyu made the horse jump out of the stairs, he came to a bustling street.

The pavilions and shops along the street gave Shen Lang a sense of familiarity. After looking closely, he found that it was the Ruixiang Street that he strolled on when he and Panda went to the Lantern Festival.

The street is wide and straight, just like when we first saw it, brightly lit and crowded with people.

Shen Lang rode his horse and galloped, his clear eyes, as bright as a sharp edge, as sharp as a falcon, turned into a goshawk, flew over the colorful lanterns, and the crowds like mountains and seas, straight to the end of the road——

It was an ancient city gate, its gray stone walls were mottled by the wind and frost of the years, and the vermilion lacquered pillars and blue tiles were still magnificent and gorgeous under the brilliant lights.

As long as they leave this gate, he and Wang Lianhua will be able to fly like fishes, and let birds fly in the sky.He has enough means and methods to get rid of this group of lingering black-clothed swordsmen.

Suddenly, thousands of Kongming lanterns rose together in front of them, and at the same time, thousands of trees suddenly burst into fireworks among the vast night sky.

The flames were blown down by the north wind, one after another, mighty and mighty, just like a grand meteor shower, so bright and beautiful that people feel like falling into a dream.

As if shocked by the majestic Kongming lanterns and gorgeous fireworks, Shen Lang was slightly dazed.

Suddenly felt that someone was holding his hand, looking down, Wang Lianhua was looking at him with a smile.

Under the reflection of fireworks and lights, that handsome face was softened.

Shen Lang couldn't tell what it was like, he just felt a flower bloom in his heart.

Wang Lianhua smiled and slammed at Shen Lang.

Shen Lang also smiled and slapped the folding fan.

It seems as if the mind is touching, as if the heart has a tacit understanding.

Shen Lang watched as Wang Lianhua floated backward like a fallen leaf in the breeze with this resistance.

A slight smile—someone is about to run away again.

However, this time he has no regrets and loss in his heart, because he knows——soon, he will catch him.

Seeing Wang Lianhua's figure submerged in the crowd, Shen Lang withdrew his gaze.

At this time, the thousands of Kongming lanterns that had been lifted into the sky suddenly fell from the sky like falling stars.

Shen Lang looked up, and saw a cloud of shadows approaching, a large net was thrown from the roofs on both sides of the street, and he was caught together with the raised sky lanterns.

He tried to move his body, but the more he struggled, the tighter the silk thread of the big net collapsed, and it was strangled into the flesh in a short while.

The man in black led the white horse to walk in front of Shen Lang, ordered the swordsmen to take Shen Lang off the horse, and searched him all over.

Nothing but a pitiful copper plate.

The man in black yelled in a deep voice, "Where's the treasure map?"

Shen Lang shrugged his shoulders, shook his head, and looked at him with a smile.

That calm smile made the man in Xuanyi's chest tight, he raised his right hand, and wanted to whip a whip towards Shen Lang's face.

Suddenly, a person said: "Stop."

Although the voice was light and light, it was like a lingling ice wind, which shocked the expression of the man in black.

He hurriedly got off his horse, knelt down to welcome people, and called respectfully: "Master."

Shen Lang looked at the person who was about 40 years old. He was clearly in his prime, but he was skinny and slightly rickety.

The temples are as pale as snow, and the sickness on the thin cheeks is hard to hide, but from the clear pupils and the deep outline, it is not difficult to see the handsomeness and elegance of this person in the past.

The man waved his hand, motioning for the disciple who was kneeling to meet him to get up.

He walked slowly in front of Shen Lang, and picked up a half-open folding fan from his side—it was the one in Wang Lianhua's hand.

He unfolded the folding fan with a "swish", and Shen Lang's eyes widened slightly involuntarily—on the originally blank fan, at some point, countless lines and small characters appeared, outlining the landscape—it was a detailed and complete picture Treasure Map!

The man looked at the fan quietly for a while, then coughed and handed the folding fan to the man in black standing behind him.

Then, he looked at Shen Lang and said with a smile, "Shen Lang, do you know me?"

Although he had never met Shen Lang before, the man's demeanor and tone were familiar and friendly as if he had known Shen Lang for a long time.

Shen Lang said: "I know, I don't know."

He scolded with a smile: "To know is to know. If you don't know, you don't know. How can there be someone who knows and doesn't know?"

Shen Lang said: "I say I know it because I have admired your honor for a long time. I say I don't know it because I have never seen it before."

"Oh?" The man smiled, "Then tell me who I am?"

Shen Lang smiled slightly, bright as the wind.

"'Iron Brave Lionheart' Zhao Biqiong, Head Zhao, it's a pleasure to meet you!"