I don't know if it's a habit that has existed for a long time, or if it's a rule set by the Zichuan family after taking control of the county, anyway, when Zhang Zhongjun entered the dormitory and asked for a rest, the shopkeeper came to ask Zhang Zhongjun about his origin and registered his name.

Although he did not check Zhang Zhongjun's identity certificate and the certificate of custody obtained by following the caravan all the way, he also carefully inquired about Zhang Zhongjun's origin and intentions, but this is also estimated to be because Zhang Zhongjun said that he wanted to serve the Zichuan family, so the shopkeeper asked in such detail. Needless to say, the owner of the ryokan in Joshita must have something to do with the intelligence department of the local samurai.

Zhang Zhongjun was calm in his heart, and after answering the question, he ordered some food and drink, and then rested peacefully. As for the information report, that's none of his business.

When Zhang Zhongjun was sleeping, he suddenly woke up and instantly noticed that there were people in the room, but he didn't move, he didn't pause his breathing, and his eyelids didn't shake, he just relied on his own feelings to sense what the person in the room was doing.

In the induction, this person was quietly checking all kinds of documents in his package, Zhang Zhongjun couldn't help but be secretly complacent, when he was sleeping, he took out Kurokawa Zhengde's coming-of-age ceremony documents from the storage ring and put them in the package, as for the Kurokawa family's black chrysanthemum pills, they were directly close to his body. After all, I was born as a samurai, so it should be a habit to carry weapons with me, and it's not decent to overdo it.

The man checked Zhang Zhongjun's paperwork and put it back in its original state. I don't know how the other party can read the words in this darkness, maybe there is a black cloth lantern specially used to peep at the information at night? Well, these don't need to be explored, no matter what age it is, this kind of thing will definitely not be lacking.

Then this person came to Zhang Zhongjun's side again, and cautiously peeked at Zhang Zhongjun's sleeping knife, without touching it, but peeking at it from a safe distance that ordinary people would not wake up.

Then the man left quietly.

Zhang Zhongjun was not surprised at the appearance of this person, and joked that a samurai who controlled a prefecture would definitely place people in the yakuya tavern in the castle town to monitor and collect intelligence.

And when a strange samurai like himself appears, it's strange that they don't send someone to investigate. Especially when he said that he was going to come to the Zichuan family, he had to check this even more.

After thinking about it in his head, Zhang Zhongjun fell into a deep sleep again, and when he fell asleep, Zhang Zhongjun couldn't help but scold in his heart: "Damn, it's really a big world, the strength of his black iron knight is so much stronger than ordinary people in this world, and it is conceivable that he can't even control his sleepiness!"

Zhang Zhongjun got up at dawn, because there were already noisy voices on the street, indicating that the shops on the street had opened and pedestrians had appeared.

Zhang Zhongjun naturally got up immediately to freshen up, then came to the courtyard behind the dormitory, found a corner, pulled out the black chrysanthemum pill, and began to conduct simple air splitting training.

Zhang Zhongjun, who was slashing at the air, paid attention to the surroundings, he vaguely noticed that someone was peeping at him, needless to say, it should be the secret agent of the Zichuan family who was monitoring, and he didn't need to care.

However, what made Zhang Zhongjun strange was that when he was staying yesterday, he didn't often see men dressed as warriors coming in and out of this dormitory, why was there no one to cultivate except himself early in the morning?

It's not that you have to practice any special combat skills and tricks, all martial arts are only basic tricks, such as this katana, he doesn't need any other tricks, just a move, as long as you practice to the extreme, you can sweep all the way.

And the reason why Zhang Zhongjun began to practice this kind of slashing is because this black iron knight is only a little stronger than ordinary people, and he doesn't even have the so-called nine-rank samurai qualifications.

Moreover, the will of this world is different, unmatched, and the spells that I have mastered cannot be cast at all, and I am afraid that I have to cater to the rules of this world's consciousness before I can recast the spells. As for the combat skills, they can only be performed with physical strength as the foundation.

With this physical quality that is a little stronger than ordinary people, you don't need to think so much, it's better to be an ordinary samurai obediently.

Although Zhang Zhongjun didn't believe that he would be unlucky enough to kill others, in order to grasp his future, it was better to start cultivating again.

At least this nine-tailed fox world is one level higher than the Holy Grace Great World, and the spell skills of the Holy Grace Great World cannot be used in this world, but the spell combat skills learned in this nine-tailed fox world can definitely be used in the Holy Grace Continent. Therefore, re-cultivating here will only be beneficial to oneself, and there will be no harm in it.

I was thinking about these things in my head, but my body was slashing in the air.

The sweat slowly flowed down, but the action of the air chop did not shift in the slightest, it was always like this, and then quickly chop, then retract the knife, and then quickly chop.

has been practicing like this, Zhang Zhongjun naturally made his mind blank, didn't think about anything, just chopping mechanically and singlely.

For a moment, Zhang Zhongjun suddenly noticed that the power of his whole body poured into his hands uncontrollably, and then spread to the blade through his hands, and then with the action of a split, the energy flew out from the blade, and the wall separated by several meters away was a crack more than a meter long.

After splitting this knife, Zhang Zhongjun directly knelt on the ground with soft feet, and the blade was also inserted into the ground, and the panting Zhang Zhongjun looked up at the knife marks on the wall a few meters away, and couldn't help grinning, muttering: "He meowed, and finally mastered the knife qi again, but the consumption of his meow is really dead! His physical strength and mental energy are all used up by him!"

As he spoke, he threw a physical strength pill and an energy pill into his mouth, and then instantly felt that half of his physical strength had recovered, but his mental strength had only recovered one-third. It seems that the Stamina Pill and the Energy Pill are not as effective as I thought.

Zhang Zhongjun took two physical strength pills and energy pills in a row again, and finally recovered completely, but the sweat would not disappear, so Zhang Zhongjun just pulled out the black chrysanthemum pill that was completely inserted into the ground, wiped the blade casually, inserted the scabbard, and took a few steps forward to check the knife marks on the wall.

Zhang Zhongjun didn't know what was being written on a scroll of paper by the person who was monitoring Zhang Zhongjun, the one in front had been rolled up, and the paragraph that was being written was: "The target breaks through temporarily, emits a sword qi, and the distance of three meters can be chopped into the rock, reaching the strength of the quasi-nine-rank samurai, with the will and persistence of the target, it is a matter of time before the nine-rank samurai is achieved." ”