The heavy rain for several days finally passed, and Chang'an City was rarely sunny.

Walking in the alleys, some stagnant water can still be seen on the slightly slippery ground, the footprints of pedestrians are imprinted on the bluestone slabs, and the smell of rain still remains in the wind.

There is a blacksmith shop in Chang'an, which is a century-old brand. It is said that their ancestors have been striking iron for a living for generations, and since King Qin ruled the world, this ancestor began to strike iron, which has been passed down to this day without interruption.

Now the owner of the blacksmith shop was a tall man, with a very dark face, and a mouth full of stubble. He was dressed in tattered coarse clothes, with a hammer in his hand, and the shop made a clanging sound.

According to Chang Sheng, this blacksmith shop has a good reputation in Chang'an, and the quality of the things it makes is also very good, of course, it is naturally not as good as the official munitions

The boy lingered outside the door for a long time, until the blacksmith put down the sledgehammer in his hand, grabbed the gourd and poured it a few times, and then walked in softly.

The blacksmith turned around and caught a glimpse of the young man in Confucian robes.

There are many scholars in Chang'an dressed in Confucian clothes, but there are few who can be printed with the logo of Guozijian.

"Strike the iron?" asked the blacksmith in a strong voice.

"It's not. Ling Jiang shook his head, took out a cyan flying sword and handed it forward: "Make a scabbard." ”

The blacksmith glanced at the cyan flying sword in Ling Jiang's hand and said softly, "You should go to the carpenter for this job." ”

The young man said: "I heard from my classmates that you have this craft in Chang'an City, and other carpenters are not fine enough." ”

Knowing what to do, the blacksmith casts the sword all day long, and naturally knows more about the sword than the carpenter. Although the scabbard is dispensable for the flying sword, it requires a monk of the Five Realms to drive the flying sword, and now Ling Jiang can only use the flying sword as a sword.

"Let it go, I will charge you 500 wen, and I will take it in two days. The blacksmith glanced at the flying sword in the young man's hand and said softly.

Ling Jiang nodded, put the half-hung copper coin and the flying sword on the table, turned around and was about to leave, but heard the blacksmith behind him ask intentionally or unintentionally: "Don't you need a scabbard for the sword on your body?"

As soon as these words came out, Ling Jiang suddenly stopped his pace, and even ...... Murderous intent is rising.

He knew what kind of trouble it would cause to kill people in Chang'an City, but right now, this person recognized the sword left by Uncle Jiu at a glance, so there were only two ends: kill or be killed.

Ling Jiang hurriedly turned around, his eyes fixed on the blacksmith's hands, and if something changed, he only had to take a single step to grasp the hilt of the sword on the table with one hand.

"Don't get excited. The blacksmith laughed dryly, "I'm sensitive to swords, and if I say something I shouldn't say, I don't hear it." ”

Ling Jiang looked at the blacksmith with suspicion for a while before leaving.

This middle-aged blacksmith, there is a problem!

But Ling Jiang also knew that now was not the time to tear his face, maybe the other party was just tempting, or he was thinking about something else, at least he wouldn't act rashly now.

Walking through the crowd, Ling Jiang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It is said that the water depth of Chang'an is really extraordinary. Now the reason why he chose to stay in Chang'an with Ya'er is that in addition to studying in Guozijian, the more important thing is that he has been thinking about the letter from his father in his heart.

He knew where the Chang'an Dart Bureau was, and he had already memorized the route in his heart, but he didn't dare to take a step towards that place from beginning to end. A threat from a warrior from the Five Mountains tells him that if he goes, he will die.

Today is Guozijian's day off, as a scholar of Guozijian, there are only two days off every month, once in the middle of the month and once at the end of the month. Ling Jiang was thinking about where to change for a while, when a sudden hat crashed into his field of vision.

Ling Jiang didn't know why he cared so much about this hat, under which was a man in a gray robe, who lowered his head and pressed the edge of the hat with one hand.

Ling Jiang saw that there was a very conspicuous scar on the outside of his palm.

The man ran straight forward through the crowd, getting closer and closer to Ling Jiang.

Ling Jiang panicked, looked left and right, and immediately turned his pace and walked into a deep alley next to him. There are many such deep alleys in Chang'an City, and the further you go, the more you will find that the scene inside is out of place with this magnificent Chang'an.

The people who live here are all poor families living in Chang'an City. The sun's brilliance always obscures the stars, and so do they. Thousands of miles away in the starry sky, the humble twinkling starlight, no one will see, and no one wants to know.

Such a deep alley is also nicknamed by Chang'an people: labyrinth.

Once inside, it is impossible to get out of it for a quarter or two of an hour or two unless you return the way you came, because these deep alleys may also be connected to the underground ......

There were not many people in the deep alley, Ling Jiang turned left and right, and soon walked into a rugged path where there were no people in front of and behind.

He began to chant the incantation in his mouth, and pinched the mantra in his right hand.

As the pace continued to move forward, the surrounding scene gradually changed, from the original still bright alley, gradually to a dark corridor, in front of the corridor, is a dilapidated long street.

The boy stepped into the yin and yang road of Chang'an City.

For those who walk yin and yang all year round, this operation is just commonplace.

But Ling Jiang was still sweating profusely, and even the clothes on his back were almost wet with sweat.

Although he practiced the Taoist techniques left by Dabai in Anxing Fang every day, his Taoism was too shallow to deal with easily.

When the young man saw this dilapidated alley in his sight, his tense mind gradually eased, and he knew that he had escaped. But soon he realized that he was wrong, because a clear footstep followed the moment he stepped into the Yin and Yang Road, and it came to his ears.

He subconsciously glanced back, it was a gray-clothed man wearing a hat, not holding a sword in both hands, but exuding a cold momentum on his body.

"How could it be?" This was simply beyond Ling Jiang's cognition, how did a martial artist know the way to enter the Yin and Yang Road, or did he follow his own steps and walk in?

Ling Jiang recalled the scene when he stepped into the Yin-Yang Road with Da Bai that day, if that person was fast enough, he was indeed sure that Ling Jiang would follow him into the Yin-Yang Road without Ling Jiang noticing.

Ling Jiang panicked, he knew that he couldn't sit still, so he subconsciously sped up his speed and ran.

As long as he pulled away from the distance, he rushed out of the yin and yang road as fast as he could.

Syllable!

The boy ran a few steps forward, and suddenly he was hit hard by something in his back, and the whole person fell to the ground. Before he could roll over and get up, a large hand followed his head and made him unable to move.

"Who are you, why are you following me?" Ling Jiang asked in a low voice.

"Hand over the letter, and I'll let you go. The man in the hat behind him said in a deep voice;

"What letter?" Ling Jiang said deliberately pretending to be stupid.

But that person didn't seem to be delaying time with Ling Jiang, and his palm began to exert force, as if he was going to pinch the young man's head!

Feeling the incomparably intense pain, the five fingers were like spikes, and with a little force, it could poke five holes in its head. He hurriedly arrived: "You let me go first!"

As soon as these words came out, the man did so, letting go of the big hand that was pressing his head, but he didn't let Ling Jiang get up.

Ling Jiang couldn't help but gasp for breath, his fingertips moved lightly in front of the storage bag, moving slightly.

A yellow piece of paper floated out of thin air, and it looked like a yellow letter.

The man in the hat quickly snatched the piece of yellow paper, and Ling Jiang immediately recited a mantra: "Heaven and earth are infinite, Qiankun borrows the law, pardons, and thunder spells!"

Crash!

The yellow paper suddenly ignited in the man's hand, and a flash of lightning flashed out of thin air. The young man took advantage of this gap to roll over and roll a few times, hurriedly got up, and crashed into a dilapidated house next to him.

He was about to step forward and close the door, but his mouth was immediately covered by a cold palm, and the cold feeling made his heart chill suddenly.

"Shhhh

This thunder spell alone could not severely damage a five-fold mountain warrior, but despite this, the man in the hat still exuded a hint of burning.

He looked around, but he couldn't see the young man lying on the ground inside the open door on his left.

"Rest assured, he can't see us. The voice behind him continued: "The martial artist is just a blind man in the Yin Yang Road. If you weren't a half-ass, you wouldn't have been chased so badly by him. But, as soon as you say it, he'll find our place right away, do you know who he is?"

The voice paused, and then whispered: "There is no sword in his hand, and there is no way to kill, his name is Wu Jian." ”