With the flow of people off the boat and after completing the customs clearance procedures, Shen Zui and Brandon walked in a carriage for another half day before arriving in front of the gate of Linfeng City.

Shen drunk jumped out of the car, put his luggage on the ground, and after almost ten years, he finally returned here.

The little lion on the stone bridge outside the city gate still looks small in vague memory, and the two ebony gates that can cover the sky are still standing there upright, but there are more wrinkles on the skin.

The urn city seemed to have become smaller, perhaps because it was full of elders dressed in various costumes.

Shen Zui thinks that it would be better if Linfeng City was just a college town, so that atheists like him can walk freely on the road without worrying about being pulled by missionaries of various factions and talking nonsense for a long time.

However, it is also the place where all religions originated, and the common holy city.

According to the regulations, before entering the city, all people's belongings must be checked by the clergy of each sect in turn, so that any blasphemy or Buddha objects are not brought into the city.

Shen Zui knew this rule, and had repeatedly checked his and Brandon's luggage before, so he passed the inspection smoothly.

As they were about to leave the urn city, two warrior monks with sticks came from the opposite side, closed the exit gate, and motioned for them to stop.

Shen Zui and Brandon didn't understand what was going on, and a loud voice behind them said, "Get out of the way." ”

The man who spoke was a six-foot-tall man who was armed with a long gold-sheathed knife, wore a black fur coat, and his brown hair was just over his shoulders. The age is similar to that of Shen Zui, but the appearance of fourteen, with big shoulders and round waist, tendons and flesh, and a fierce aura exuding from his body.

His gaze skimmed over the two drunken ones, and a pair of big eyes stared at the two warrior monks.

A white-haired old man was running over with great difficulty, panting and saying, "Young master, just listen to me... ”

The big man frowned angrily and said, "Since my grandfather passed on my knife, how can I give it to others, I don't care if I break the rules, I will bring the knife into the city no matter what." ”

Shen Zui noticed that the big man had a white jade wrench on his left thumb, which seemed to be densely engraved with two lines of words.

The old man came to him, his body trembled slightly, and he whispered: "Young master, now is not the time to be willful, weapons are not allowed to enter the Holy City, this is a rule of Zen Buddhism for hundreds of years, and it cannot be broken." If you had listened to the old slave and left the knife at home... ”

The big man suddenly raised his foot and stepped the ground, only to hear a bang, and he stepped out of a hole in the stone path.

The old man was so frightened by the sudden shock that he took two steps back, and his body trembled and fell backwards.

Shen Zui hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the old man from behind, the old man's body was very light, and his legs were weak, he didn't recover for a while, and his body was a little paralyzed.

But his gaze never left the big one, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said timidly: "Young master, this place is no better than home... We have to play by the rules. ”

"Shut up for me. The big man pointed at the old man with the hilt of his sword, and said in a loud voice: "Don't say two, even if the warrior monks of the whole city come, they can't stop me." ”

Shen Zui slowly helped the old man to sit on the ground, and suddenly felt a cool wind flashing in his ears.

When he raised his eyes again, there was a young man in white with delicate facial features in front of him, and in his hand was the long knife that should have been in the scabbard.

He smiled, with a pair of slender eyes, clear and bright.

"Old sir, is this knife very valuable, so your son-in-law must have it with you?" he asked, his voice slender, and he should not have reached the age of changing his voice. He is not tall, he is nearly a head shorter than Shen Zui, and he looks very thin.

I saw him put the tip of the long knife on the tip of his right index finger, and while trying to maintain his balance, he said, "It doesn't look special, it's just a pig-killing knife." ”

The old man looked at the young man in white, looking surprised and puzzled.

When the big man heard what he said, he became anxious and said angrily: "What did you say!"

He gritted his teeth, walked forward quickly, and grabbed the back of the neck of the white-clothed young man with one hand.

The boy seemed to have long eyes in the back of his head, and the light side of his head dodged the attack of the big hand.

The young man in white inserted the knife back into the scabbard in the big man's hand, turned around and flashed into his ear and said loudly: "Pig killing knife, pig killing knife, pig killing knife, do you not admit that this is not a pig killing knife?"

The big one was stunned for a moment, and after reacting for a few seconds, he actually replied: "Yes... ？”

The young man in white laughed and said, "So you don't admit that this is not a pig-killing knife." ”

The big one hurriedly corrected: "No, it's not... ”

The young man in white blinked and said, "Then you don't admit that this is a pig-killing knife." ”

"Don't play word games with me! You say it's a pig-killing knife, I'll kill you now." The big man was so angry that he was about to draw his knife, but whoever wanted the young man in white to react faster, and his right foot was pressed on the back of his hand, and the big man's arm couldn't be raised.

The big man was angry, abandoned the knife on the ground, changed his legs to kick, and the young man in white leaned back, dodged the attack while standing upside down with his hands on the ground, stretched out his head and said: "You, Bai Chang is so tall, it's really not good to fight, haha." ”

The big one is annoyed and angry, and he doesn't care about the kung fu routines, he waives his fists and kicks his legs indiscriminately, and he is full of brute strength, but his appearance is extremely funny.

At the other end, the body of the young man in white fluttered like a feather with the flow of air, seemingly limp and weak, but also chic and free.

After a few rounds of juggling with the big one, the young man in white suddenly sped up and ran towards a wall, followed by the big one.

Seeing that the young man in white was cornered, he jumped forward, put his toes on the wall a little, his body rebounded with strength, and flew over grazing the big scalp.

Before the big one had time to brake, the young man in white hit a big temple with his thumb knuckle with his backhand, and the big one immediately had blue tendons on his forehead, and he stumbled, and his shaking body fell face down to the ground before he could fully turn back.

This frightened the white-haired old man on the side, his legs were weak, and he couldn't use his strength, so he hurriedly crawled to the big one, holding the big man's head and wailing: "Ah... Yes... Master... Yes... ”

The young man in white came over to comfort him and said, "Old man, your young master is fine, at most he will sleep for a few days, you can find a few people to carry him away." If he is defeated by me, I will accept this knife first, and when he has the ability to defeat me, I will return it to him. ”

He picked up the troublesome knife from the ground, put it on his shoulder and walked towards the exit monks, bowed to them, and then offered the knife with both hands, and one of the warrior monks took the knife, carefully wrapped it in his own coat, bowed and returned the salute, pushed open the door of the exit and slowly left.

The young man in white put his hands behind his back, swaggered forward and walked forward for a few steps, suddenly thought of something, and turned back.

He walked up to the white-haired old man and said, "I'm sorry, old man, look at my brain, I didn't tell you my name, why will your son-in-law seek revenge on me in the future, haha." As he spoke, he was amused.

When he had laughed enough, he changed his face to a serious face and said seriously: "Listen, I'm from the final city." River. If you want to find me, you come to the Chillo Temple. ”

With that, he tilted his head and smirked and walked into the distance.

Looking at Nan Jianglie's back gradually moving away, Brandon suddenly realized something, and said to Shen Zui, "Ah, this guy is in the same door as you." ”

Shen Zui nodded, sighed silently, and thought: This thing must not be messed with in the future.

Brandon patted him on the shoulder and said sympathetically, "Who made you unwilling to study medicine like me." ”

"What's the solution, only the Wizard Academy teaches history. Shen was drunk and spread his hands out in a helpless manner.

Brandon said with a disgusted face: "I don't understand, isn't history just a little story from the past, and I don't know who wrote it, whether it is true or not." ”

"To read history, we must have a pair of eyes to distinguish between right and wrong, history is the shadow of the future, and those who grasp the principles of history can gain insight into the future... ”

Drunk and serious, Brandon was already far away.

Shen Zui, who stayed in place, was slightly embarrassed, so he had to lift the luggage on the ground and quickly catch up.

Walking out of the urn city, the outside suddenly opened up, and the wide stone road was planted with plane trees on both sides.

Looking at the Changming Pagoda in the distance, which towered into the clouds and illuminated human civilization, Shen Zui scratched his head and said in his heart: "Mom, I'm back." ”