Before coming, Cheng Jingling's plan was to go to Wubeitang to get the Cloud Slashing Sword first, and then come to Wutang to thank Gu Jin.

But after arriving at the Wuwei, he found that he couldn't find anyone to ask for directions, so he could only come to ask Wutang first, and was ready to thank him for asking for directions after coming from ancient and modern times, and then go to Wubeitang to get a knife after asking for a clear way.

Now looking at the ancient and modern people who are lying on the table and falling asleep, it must be no fun to ask for directions.

Cheng Jingling could only shake his head helplessly, and helped Gu Jinlai into the house to the bed and settled him to sleep.

Then I thought I'd go home first and come back tomorrow.

Suddenly, a wave of fatigue swelled up, Cheng Jingling felt very sore and tired, so he sat on the chair next to him and prepared to rest for a while before leaving.

But when he sat down, he fell into a deep sleep.

Therefore, no amount of preparation, planning, or planning can compare to the imminent change.

Coming together this morning, Cheng Jingling secretly vowed never to drink again!

The result?

Before noon, he was drunk and unconscious again.

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By the time Cheng Jingling regained his senses, it was already afternoon, and the sun was about to set outside.

glanced at the bed next to him, he was still asleep in ancient and modern times, and his snort was like thunder.

Cheng Jingling shook his head, "Alas...... I really can't drink anymore and delay things. ”

Rubbing his temples gently, Cheng Jingling stood up, first covered the futon for the past and the present, poured a cup of tea and put it on the chair next to the bed, and then went out of the house.

After cleaning up the cups and plates on the table in the outer courtyard, he left the Wenwu Hall.

In the afternoon, there were obviously more people looking for martial guards, and Cheng Jingling casually asked about the location of the Wubei Hall.

Wubei Hall is not far from Wenwu Hall, and if you walk slowly, you only need half a cup of tea to arrive.

The courtyard of the Wubei Hall is much larger than the Wenwu Hall, but it is as deserted as the Wenwu Hall, and there is no human figure in sight.

The gate of the courtyard was open, and when you entered, you could see that most of the rooms in the courtyard were closed, except for one room facing the courtyard gate.

Through the door, you can see that behind the two tables in the room, there are two scribes.

The two men were not very old, both young men in their early twenties, the older one was drowsy, and the younger one was lying on the table and secretly watching something.

Sensing that someone was entering, the sleepy man raised his eyelids slightly, and then closed them again, as if he was not ready to deal with people.

The one who was secretly looking at things hurriedly stuffed the books under the table, and then looked up and asked Cheng Jingling, "What's the matter?" ”

"The silver seventh team of the iron third squad, the newly recruited cloth-clothed guard Cheng Jingling, is here to receive the saber." After Cheng Jingling arched his hand towards the two, he untied the waist card from his waist and handed it over.

When the scribe heard this, his expression was obviously a lot more enthusiastic, and after taking the waist card with both hands, he said politely: "It turned out to be a newly recruited brother, and the king sent you the clothes waist card yesterday, right?" I heard what Wang Jicha said, you are his younger brother. If it weren't for the rules of the guard, I would have asked Wang Jicha to bring you back the knife yesterday, so why bother you with an extra trip! ”

Another scribe who was pretending to be asleep finally opened his eyes at this time, and after carefully looking Cheng Xiaomeng up and down, he closed his eyes again.

"No trouble, no trouble! Since there are rules in the guard, we should follow the rules. Cheng Jingling smiled politely.

The scribe took the waist card, just glanced at it casually, then turned sideways to find a volume of documents, took out one of the papers and recorded something, stamped it again, and then smiled at Cheng Jingling: "No problem, Cheng Jiwei." Welcome to join the anti-military guard, and wish you good luck. ”

"Thank you." Cheng Xiaomeng also returned the salute.

After the two finished speaking, the young scribe saw that the scribe next to him was still pretending to sleep and did not make any moves, so he smiled at Cheng Xiaomeng with a slight embarrassment, and could only get up and go to the side of the warehouse.

After a while, the young scribe took out the knife, handed it to Cheng Jingling, and explained, "Cheng Jiwei, this is your cloud cutting knife." I don't know if Wang Jicha told you yesterday that I still have to say a few more words according to the charter, so you can listen patiently. The Cloud Chopping Knife is the standard weapon of our anti-military guard, and if you encounter a situation where you don't have a waist card outside, the Cloud Chopping Knife can also be used as a proof of identity. The gauntlets of each knife are branded with special marks and codes, one person and one yard, not allowed to be bought and sold, and those who buy and sell cloud cutting knives are very serious! Suspension at the least, or death with a cane! Therefore, Cheng Jiwei, if there is any damage or loss of the Cloud Chopping Knife in the future, you must report it in time! Do you understand? ”

After Cheng Jingling took the cloud cutting knife, he completely pulled out the knife, looked it up and down carefully, and saw that there was no problem, and then returned the knife to the warehouse.

Tying the knife around his waist, he bowed his hand to the young scribe again, "Okay, I remember!" Sorry for the trouble, thanks! Then there was nothing else to do, so I went first. ”

After saying goodbye to the young scribe, Cheng Jingling took one last deep look at the scribe who was still sleeping next to him, and turned around and left the Wubei Hall.

Wearing the Cloud Cutting Knife, Cheng Jingling's outfit can be considered complete, and the whole person looks even more heroic than before!

With his right hand on his waist, his fingers constantly rubbing the scabbard of the Cloud Chopping Knife, the corners of Cheng Jingling's mouth unconsciously brought a smile.

If it weren't for the fact that he was still in the martial guard, Cheng Jingling couldn't wait to play the Demon Suppression Evil Sword immediately!

In the Arrest Guard, the Cloud Chopping Knife held by the cloth guards is only an ordinary-level weapon, but even if it is also an ordinary level, it is much sharper and stronger than the ordinary weapons on the rivers and lakes.

After that, the cloud-cutting knife used by the iron-clad messenger is a fine iron-level weapon, with short hair and iron like mud.

Above the refined iron level, there are also 100-level weapons, and if you hit it hard, you can easily cut off the refined iron weapons without losing a single bit.

Even if the Gang Breaking Realm Grandmaster had a gang coat to protect himself, he didn't dare to easily take the slash of a hundred refining level weapons.

And the Cloud Chopping Knife of the Hundred Refining Level needs to be exchanged for meritorious service.

For a warrior, weapons are the second life. There are many weapon demons on the rivers and lakes, and they even regard the weapons in their hands as more important than their own lives!

usually takes care of the sword in his hand, and is more gentle and careful than his wife.

Cheng Jingling is not so sickly, but he also loves his first weapon very much. Although the Cloud Slashing Sword he was holding now was just an ordinary level sword soldier and could not be put on the table, it still made him love it.

It's like someone who just got a driver's license and bought a Magotan car, and the mood for this Magotan can't be replaced by him driving a Maybach in the future.

Xu was in a good mood just after getting the knife, maybe he wanted to walk more on the streets at dusk, or maybe he just wanted to show off his knife, Cheng Jingling didn't take the car today, but chose to walk home.

By the time he returned to West Eighth Street, the sunset had exhausted the last rays of afterglow, giving way to the night.

Lanterns and candles were hung up in every shop on the street, reflecting the warm light on the street.

Cheng Jingling's footsteps stopped in front of the door of the "Blank Garment Shop", took a peek in, and after seeing Bai Qianqian's figure inside, he stepped in.