Four days later on Saturday

Linhang, Zhejiang Province. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Zhang Liang walked slowly in the bustling night by the West Lake, holding a map bought from an old lady on the side of the road in his left hand, and his right hand straddled his large plastic package, twisting his eyebrows and looking carefully. He felt as if he was lost.

This is not to blame him, he didn't expect Mr. Xiang and Mr. Gan Jiang to be so irresponsible, and left him in Linhang City.

Heaven and earth conscience, Zhang Liang only went to high school in the nearest county town of the village, which was already the most prosperous place he had ever seen. In the blink of an eye, I appeared in the big city that ranks first in all of China - really in the blink of an eye!

The Cayenne was less than an hour out of the village, and the tire fell off when it was welded. The mountain road is potholes and difficult to navigate, and the tires are hastily welded, and if they don't fall, there will be ghosts.

As a result, Mr. Xiang drew a circle on the ground and allowed himself and the cadre to stand up with him. Then in the blink of an eye, they arrived at Linhang. Zhang Jinbao was left there by the cadres and ordered to drive back by himself.

Zhang Liang looked at the cityscape he had never seen before, and stupidly followed Mr. Xiang to a luxurious and excessive hotel. When passing by the fountain in the small square at the entrance of the hotel, Zhang Liang carefully glanced at the line of words inlaid on the marble in the fountain - Huanglong Hotel.

At the time of check-in, Zhang Liang looked at everything in this golden lobby like a curious baby, as well as the waitress who was in charge of receiving the check-in. Zhang Liang felt that the smiles on the faces of these girls were the sweetest he had ever seen, like the charming smile of Erni looking at him at dusk. Thinking of Erni, Zhang Liang couldn't help but be a little stupid, staring at the reception without moving.

The poor receptionist was a little chilled down his spine by the undisguised gaze of the dirt fool hat in front of him with a plastic wrap, and the smile on his face almost froze.

Mr. Xiang discovered the embarrassment of the reception lady in time, and couldn't help laughing in his heart. He coughed and pulled Zhang Liang back from his fugue.

After Zhang Liang woke up, he smiled proudly, and secretly scolded himself in his heart.

Just as he was lying on the soft and luxurious bed, smelling the faint fragrance of the room, and his heart was full of unreality and indescribable excitement, the cadre knocked on his door gently.

"Zhang Liang, I'm really embarrassed." The cadre walked in slowly, with a hint of apology on his face, "Mr. Xiang has something important to leave Linhang immediately, and I will also accompany you, so I can't accompany you to the ceremony of joining the fourth mountain on Saturday." But don't worry, I'll help you book it until Sunday, and I'll give you the address you want to go to. ”

Zhang Liang's head was empty when he heard this, and he looked at the cadre blankly and couldn't speak. The general's face was also a little embarrassed. After all, he also felt a little unkind: he brought someone over, but he ran away temporarily.

The cadre coughed and changed the subject: "Since I left the village, I haven't had time to say anything to you alone. Since I can't accompany you to the entrance ceremony, I have to do something. Since you have melted the Chixiao Sword, then we can be regarded as having some friendship. You don't understand it now, but you will understand it slowly in the future. ”

With that, the cadre stretched out his broad palm and handed over a black crystal, which was as black as ink and boxy. There was also a note pressed under the crystal.

Zhang Liang took it a little dazedly, holding it in his hand and looking at the cadre puzzled.

"Here are some of my thoughts on kendo. When you have time, you can control it like a sword. Hope it helps you somewhat. With sincerity and kindness in his eyes, the cadre looked at the immature "fellow practitioner" in front of him.

Is even Chixiao finally going to be unsheathed? The cadres were full of emotion in their hearts.

"The rest, it's up to you. Come on! ”

Then Zhang Liang was left alone in a strange city.

When he found out that he was really alone, Zhang Liang felt a little panicked. After all, in the past, he only went out for a hundred kilometers at most, but now he ran directly to thousands of kilometers away. The scenery, plants, and even language here will make him feel a little unfamiliar. As a Northeasterner, I feel awkward to hear the people of Linhang speak Mandarin, not to mention that there are quite a few people who speak astronomical dialects.

There are two lines of words written in the note left by the cadre: No. 354, Xiaoxia Lane, Ganjiang. In order to find out the address left by Mr. Ganjiang, Zhang Liang specially bought a map. After comparing the map, Zhang Liang found that the target location seemed to be quite far away, which made him a little depressed. Here the bus lines are completely unfamiliar to him. To be precise, he hadn't done a serious bus in twenty years. The county where I go to school is not big, there are only two bus lines in the whole county, and there is no so-called stop sign, and the trip is waved and stopped, and it is good to get off the bus and shout to the driver.

As for such an extravagant tool for fighting, he didn't even think about it. He only had 6,000 yuan in his pocket, of which 5,000 were given by the people in the village. Zhang Liang didn't know how long he would live in the city, and the confused future made him dare not spend money at all.

Eating was also a problem for him. Zhang Liang had entered a fast-food restaurant with simple and clean decoration, and the price on the menu board at the door made him look bitter, and finally gritted his teeth - he turned his head and left!

"It's so expensive!" Zhang Liang thought. So he went into a convenience store and bought several generations of bags of instant noodles and mineral water, and went back to his room under the strange gaze of the hotel lobby staff.

In fact, there are a lot of food in the refrigerator in the room, and Zhang Liang is not sure if these will cost money. He hadn't asked the question, and his inexplicable sense of self-esteem made him feel a little embarrassed to ask such a question.

If you want money, it's definitely more expensive than a fast food restaurant outside! Zhang Liang was thinking about it while eating instant noodles.

He suddenly discovered something particularly interesting. When he was still studying in the county seat, it was a special luxury for a classmate to go to a small store to buy a bucket of braised beef noodles to eat, after all, a boxed lunch in the school cafeteria was less than two yuan. Now I am squatting in my room and eating this braised beef noodle because I think it's cheap!

In this way, Zhang Liang stayed up in the room for three whole days.

When he had nothing to do, Zhang Liang began to study the inexplicable extra ancient sword in his body. He could clearly feel that the Chixiao Sword had shrunk into a small ball and was lying quietly in his lower abdomen, but he didn't know how to manipulate him. Last night's thrilling counter-killing was completely like a ghost.

Zhang Liang recalled the plots in several martial arts novels he had read, so he slowly closed his eyes and carefully felt the Chixiao Sword. He condensed the strength of his whole body in his lower abdomen, tightly locked his brows and gritted his teeth.

"Come!" Zhang Liang roared in his heart.

There was a "poof", and a clear and loud fart sound came from the room.

Zhang Liang looked embarrassed and scratched his head stupidly. He suddenly remembered the thing that Mr. Cadre had given him when he was leaving, and immediately turned up his pocket.

Zhang Liang solemnly put the black crystal in his right palm, opened his mouth and bit the index finger of his left hand to drip blood. The blood fell on the ink-like crystals, and there were faint ripples, liquefiing from the inside out. The liquefied crystal immediately burrowed into Zhang Liang's palm and disappeared, and then there was an extra memory in his head that he didn't have originally.

Zhang Liang didn't have time to sigh at the magic of Mr. Ganjun's skills, so he sank his mind into this memory.

"Instrument cultivators, parasitic gods, heaven and man are one. The man who is a swordman, the cover is repaired, and it is very powerful. Therefore, the years have been long for thousands of years, and the sword-bearers are bustling like a city, and there are only a few people who join the sword. ”

Although the words in his memory were a little profound, Zhang Liang still realized it without hindrance. After all, this is already a memory that belongs to him.

"Ge Jianli, Ming Sword Intent, Enlighten the Way of the Sword, and Combine the Sword Body. So the sword is like my body, like an arm to a finger。。。。。。 ”

Zhang Liang imitated while recalling, and the still Chixiao Sword suddenly came to life, although it was a little green, but it still slowly circulated in various positions in the body.

Zhang Liang's face was excited, and he suddenly stretched out his right palm, held it flat and pushed it forward, and grinned and shouted: "Wow!" ”

The Moon-White Red Sky Sword shot out of his palm with a red glow, piercing into the marble-paved wall in the blink of an eye, revealing only the thin hilt. Zhang Liang laughed proudly. But as soon as his mouth opened, he suddenly turned pale after only three seconds.

"It's over, digging such a deep hole in the wall of the house. How much do you have to lose! ”

He hurriedly ran to the wall, and quickly reached out and pulled Chixiao out and put it inside his body. It was also miraculous to say that the deep and tight ancient sword embedded in it easily broke away from the wall with a casual pull.

Zhang Liang's cold sweat came down. Looking at the decoration and scale of the hotel, he estimated that the 6,000 yuan in his pocket would definitely not be enough to compensate. "Alas! It's a big deal to ask the boss for a favor, and when I finish this matter of Haishan, come back and compensate him! Zhang Liang sighed secretly, and sat on the soft sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window with a sad face. He once again sank his mind into the memory given by the cadre.

"Yu held the sword for thirteen years, and then he got his heart, so he closed the sword into the body. Alternating between cold and summer, the white horse is in a hurry. Serving the sword for thirty over two, the final condensation of the sword soul, a slight success. There are eight moves, and there are eight more than its 'Biluo Eight Styles'. Although there are strong and weak, each has its own strengths. ”

Zhang Liang mentally recited so far, but he couldn't read it anymore. There were obviously still remaining memories in the back, but he felt vague at this time, as plausible as a dream he had recalled, but he couldn't clearly understand what the eight swordsmanship that the clear commander was talking about.

This is not to blame Zhang Liang. In fact, as an authentic sword cultivator, the ability of the cadre is all cultivated step by step. If you want to be able to comprehend these eight moves thoroughly, you must have your own sword intent and swordsmanship. And Zhang Liang was a wild sword cultivator, and by chance, he reluctantly fused Chixiao into his body with the blood spirit array and the usurping sword soul. It is already good that he can drive the ancient sword freely, and it is impossible to understand this "Biluo Eight Style" without his own understanding of the sword.

Zhang Liang has a free and easy personality, and since he can't think about it clearly, he simply doesn't think about it. For the remaining three days, in addition to eating and sleeping, he was almost excitedly practicing sword driving skills, and he never got tired of it.

In the past three days, there have been room staff who have signaled whether they want to help clean up the room, but he politely declined on the phone. He hadn't figured out how to explain the pit he had opened in the wall. When it was finally time to leave, Zhang Liang nervously signaled to the lobby lobby that he would not stay anymore, but the front desk staff smiled directly and signaled him to leave.

"The room you are staying in is one of the long-stay contracts signed by Mr. Xiang. You will not have to settle any consumption or loss. It seemed that Zhang Liang's embarrassment and incomprehension were seen, and the staff patiently explained.

Zhang Liang's anxious heart finally landed. At the same time, he also sighed at Mr. Xiang's identity and goodwill. "I can't thank you enough. Mr. Xiang and Mr. Gan Jiang have supported everywhere along the way, and when I save Xiaoyong, I will desperately repay him. Zhang swore silently in his conscience.

Out of the hotel, Zhang Liang took out the map to identify the direction and started a new trip.

This journey has been farther than Zhang Liang imagined. Fortunately, it is late autumn, and the weather in Linhang is no longer hot, and the gusts of fresh wind blow on his body make him not so tired.

Almost half an hour away, he would hold a map and compare it for five minutes until it was dark. Zhang Liang felt that he had finally lost his way by this prestigious West Lake.

This made him a little anxious, and he didn't know if he would cause any problems if he missed the day that Mr. Xiang told him. He had been a little resistant to this strange city, and finally gritted his teeth and prepared to ask for directions.

His clear eyes scanned around to find a suitable target for directions, when suddenly a young monk not far away caught his attention.

The little monk seemed to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, and his handsome face was dignified.

The monks are always compassionate. Zhang Liang decided to go up and ask for directions.

Zhang Liang walked quickly to the little monk, picked up the map and greeted him kindly: "Hello little master, how should I go to No. 354 Xiaoxia Lane?" ”

The little monk turned a deaf ear with a solemn face, and didn't seem to see Zhang Liang in front of him, walking straight forward.

In Zhang Liang's stunned expression, the little monk suddenly crashed into Zhang Liang's arms.

Zhang Liang staggered a few steps and almost fell to the ground, but the little monk did not move.

The little monk saw the big living person in front of him as if he had just woken up from a dream, and his expression was tight, and he hurriedly stretched out his hand to support him, and said again and again: "Amitabha, this benefactor is really sorry!" The little monk was restless and bumped into you, may I ask what you just wanted? ”

Zhang Liang secretly said in his heart that he was unlucky, this monk was too confused! At this time, I was embarrassed to worry too much about asking for directions, so I waved my hand again and again to say that it was okay, and then repeated the question again.

The little monk's face changed slightly after he understood Zhang Liang's address, and he replied with a hint of closeness and respect in his expression: "Little, the little monk knows." Because, because the little monk is also about to dare to go there. ”

"Gah?" Zhang Liang was a little incredulous.

The little monk misunderstood what Zhang Liang meant, and suddenly felt a little shy, but immediately his eyes became firm again, and his slightly trembling tone was resolute: "No, that's right!" The little monk knows that he is shallow and shallow, and his strength is young. But since the master has chosen me to come to the fourth mountain, I have to fulfill my master's order. Please, please don't laugh at me... ”

As he spoke, the little monk's voice lowered unconfidently.

Zhang Liang immediately reacted that the little monk would be mistaken, and hurriedly explained with a wry smile: "No, no, no, I didn't doubt your ability, little master, I just didn't expect that someone would go there like me." ”

Now it was the little monk's turn to be puzzled: "Today is the day when the fourth mountain admits a new batch of Haishanzi, and there must be no shortage of people who go to Xiaoxia to get this mountain gate, how could the donor say that he didn't expect someone to have the same destination as you." ”

After that, the little monk's expression suddenly became nervous, and he grabbed Zhang Liang's arm and walked quickly: "Oh no, patronizing and talking to the donor, if we don't hurry up, it will be miserable if the mountain gate is closed!" ”

Zhang Liang hurriedly followed the little monk and walked quickly, and at the same time, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

He came to several conclusions in an instant from the words of the little monk: First of all, he was not the only one who was going to Xiaoxia Lane, and many people were estimated to have arrived there now. Secondly, it seems that this fourth mountain is not something that you can enter when you arrive, and you don't know what kind of assessment there will be, and you don't know anything about it. Moreover, there should be more than one entrance to a mountain gate like Xiaoxia Lane, so the number of people waiting for the assessment should be more than expected. In the end, I have to hold on tightly, I have been lost and wandering for a long time, but I can't even get through the door!