Fan Zhixu and Yang Zhi got up one after another to say goodbye, Gao Yu did not mean to recruit Yang Zhi, nor did he say the purpose of looking at the knife today, Yi Xing Shan, ordered someone to reward Yang Zhi with fifty taels of silver. Yang Zhi followed Fan Zhixu out and went to Yujie Road to thank him for his rescue, Fan Zhixu asked Yang Zhi: "Didn't you just release it, how did you offend Gao Dianshuai?"

Yang Zhi smiled bitterly and said: "I don't know, at most, I bought a coffin for the old prisoner who took care of me, Uncle Ji, I'm afraid that I accidentally brushed the tiger's whiskers, and I didn't want to offend Gao Dianshuai." ”

"That's the uncle of the four wolves of Songshan, don't you know, Songshan Yiqimen has a mental method called "Taixuan Sutra", which is said to be immortal, Lin Lingsu and Gao Yu both want to find and dedicate it to the emperor. After all, Fan Zhixu is well-informed, and he knows who Yang Zhi is talking about; Yang Zhi said with a smile: "That valve should have a long life, the elderly are at least two or three hundred years old, according to Uncle Yan's age, it is good to be ranked as a fifth-generation disciple, and the four wolves of Songshan asked him for the "Taixuan Sutra", isn't it too incredible." ”

Fan Zhixu laughed and said, "Yang Zhi, you are also an interesting person. It's just your fate, Cai Jing specifically mentioned your name, and Brother Cai Fu is the eyes and ears of the Cai family, so Gao Dianshuai shrank back, you must be famous, otherwise your great ability would have died in prison. Since we are destined, you can come to me if you have something to do in the future. ”

Fan Zhixu's carriage slowly left, and Yang Zhi subconsciously sighed that Fan Zhixu was not an interesting person. Yang Zhi took the dragon bird knife and carried fifty taels of silver, all the way down the royal street, to the intersection to the west to Xinmen Wazi, and turned south back to the house in Pig Killing Lane. Killing Pig Lane is in the back alley of the wharf, the front of the street is a few small green buildings, and then south is the Longjin Bridge, the east and west sides of the bridge are teaching workshops, and the tea shops at the intersection of the street are lined up, and it is the time when the lights are bright at this moment.

Bright moon, remnant clouds, lone star, gusts of wind, the red lantern in front of the laughing spring building hangs high, the door curtain is half rolled, from time to time there are guests and beauties in and out, all of them are giggling; ”

The body of the blue-faced beast is indeed good, Yang Zhi can hear the slight singing voice from fifty meters away clearly, the woman who sang is like crying, as if she is talking about the queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty who was under house arrest Li Yu, and it seems to be talking about the fate of the woman herself in the Qinglou; Yang Zhihu's body was shocked, he is not Li Yu, he came with modern knowledge, and he is currently a martial arts master, even if he can't save the Great Song Dynasty, at least he can find a way to live for himself, and he can do something for the common people in the world.

Yang Zhi had ambitions, and he couldn't think of what to do for a while, so he turned around and walked into the alley, and entered his own door, where the fourth sister's house was pitch black, presumably he had already rested; Yang Zhi closed the courtyard door, entered the house and walked to the second floor, stood at the window of his house, and looked at the lively sky not far away again, with a trace of tiredness and melancholy in his heart, and an urge to smoke and drink.

During the day, the people are noisy, even the prisoners in the prison and the strangers on the street have such a popular cordiality, but at night, Yang Zhi has the desolation of leaving his hometown. It was in his own small building, which seemed to be no different from in prison, Yang Zhi remembered the small warmth of life before the crossing, and remembered the scenes of those after dinner, mixing in the crowd with a few fox friends and dogs, and walking under the neon lights.

Yang Zhi pressed his temples, let out a long sigh, and simply went back to the middle of the room to sit down, cross-legged and practiced; Yang Zhi's breathing became longer and longer, and after a while, hot air began to rise from his head. Yang Zhi's heart became clear, he only felt that every meridian was moving with his breathing, every pore of his body was stretched, and he soon entered the realm of self-forgetfulness, and the whole person entered a state of obsession.

About a few hours later, when Yang Zhishu woke up, the sky was already bright, every morning someone sent pigs to the pig killing alley, at this moment the downstairs is full of the sound of pigs, the sound of killing pigs, and the sound of butcher shops, people come and go, very lively. Yang Zhi practiced all night, refreshed, walked out of his hut after freshening up, walked out along the stone road of Pig Killing Alley, greeted people he knew from time to time, and walked to Ji Wuliu's noodle restaurant, Yang Zhi walked into the store very naturally.

Ji was in his fifties and thirties, with a sly smile, wearing an apron full of oil stains to greet him: "Yang Daxia, rare guest, what to eat?"

The most famous noodle restaurant of Ji Wuliu is Pian Erchuan, which is the one-sided pork bamboo shoots of snow cabbage in later generations, the meat slices are fresh and tender, the snow cabbage enhances the flavor, the bamboo shoots are refreshing, the noodles are smooth and the soup is thick, it is known as a must in the pig killing alley, and many people in Kaifeng City come to visit. But Yang Zhi stayed in prison for a while, he was interested in big meat, and when he saw half a sheep hanging above the stove, Yang Zhi ordered a bowl of mutton noodles, asked for half a catty of white-cut mutton, poured half a small dish of soy sauce, and sat on the table by the door.

Passers-by shouted for a while, the three masters of Killing Pig Alley, the young Uncle Qian, the wrestler Zhang Erye, and the wealthy Tao Sanye walked side by side, and was about to enter the store to see Yang Zhi, Zhang Erye gave a thumbs up: "Yang Zhi, it's great, I heard that the Seven Buddhas of Nandao Fang can't do anything about you, and the trip to prison is not in vain." ”

Zhang Erye was also one of the five wrestling kings of Bianliang in his early years, the first master of Tengyunmen, but he broke his leg when he competed with the famous head Wang Sheng, and since then he has retired to the rivers and lakes, relying on the pig killing knife to live, fortunately, the prestige still exists, and the apprentices in the past come to help from time to time, Zhang Erye can be regarded as the number one person in the pig killing alley. Yang Zhi smiled and said: "To please the high hall handsome, Fang Qifo just played with me, really do it, I don't have enough people to look at." ”

The three masters were all stunned, what kind of person is the blue-faced beast Yang Zhi, he has been a ruthless character who does not admit defeat since he was a child, how many years, when have he seen such humility, Tao Sanye laughed and said: "Yang Zhi, you have really changed your temperament, congratulations, Ji Wuliu, Yang Zhi's account today is mine, and I will settle it together." ”

Yang Zhi was not hypocritical, and thanked him; Uncle Qian and the three of them arrived inside and took a seat, Ji Wuliu had already sent Yang Zhi's noodles and mutton out, Yang Zhi slowly and methodically ate a large bowl of noodles and half a catty of mutton, and then said hello to Uncle Qian and them, and left the noodle restaurant satisfied. When eating noodles just now, Yang Zhi thought of a friend from the past, named Xie Shi, Yang Zhi had nothing to do, so he went to the cross street downstairs of Panlou, and went north to bypass Zhao Shiwanzhai Street, Dongjilin Lane, Zaozunzi Lane, and arrived at the old Caomen Street, and entered Xie Shi's divination hall.