The hat-bearer did not enter through the city gate, and this appearance was too eye-catching. So he made a detour to the east of the city and entered through the corner gate.

There is no bustling bright market here in Jiaomen, but there is a bustling dark market. It is said that it is a fish market with the smell of fish, but it is actually a dark web, full of all kinds of underground transactions of cultivators.

The hatsman brushed the rain off his body, and at this time, the rain in Tokyo City had gradually subsided, as if he had witnessed an assassination, and he had become well-behaved and interesting.

The people at the fish market removed their doors and sat cross-legged on long benches, watching the people in the shops across the street and the decorations inside. The hat that suddenly broke into the field of vision caught the people here a little off guard.

They also just watched the hat walk alone in the rain, just as they had seen many strange cultivators. Tokyo City is the premier city in the entire Great Song Dynasty, with the strongest cultivators, the most prosperous and lively Fang Market, and naturally the largest black market for smuggling transactions.

But it's not all smuggling, and it can't just be called a black market, it also has a serious name - Jiaomen Fish Market.

Other black markets have big names, but not here. No one person, no force, can dominate one side at the feet of the Son of Heaven. So, under the authoritarian power that is close to high pressure, there is a relative fairness.

The hat-bearer walked indifferently in the gradually converging rain, and the sword was still in his hand.

Except for the fact that he didn't bring an umbrella on a rainy day, he was no different from other cultivators who came here.

A man who sells bream digs out a bean-sized boogie and looks at the boogers and looks at the hats, after the rain and the sunny day, everything will be forgotten.

Out of the corner gate fish market to the ordinary alley, although the people living here are ordinary people, but the degree of grandeur can not be compared with other places, you must know that a small courtyard house in Tokyo City, can rival a restaurant elsewhere.

There are seven alleys and seven verticals, and when you bypass this alley, you will see the tall and distinct property market, which slowly comes to the city and gradually approaches the city. Passing through the city center, to the west, there are gradually thinning high-rise buildings, and slowly there are seven alleys and seven verticals. In this alley, there lives a scholar in his thirties who studies all year round but does not take exams.

The hats walked through the alleys, from the east of the city to the west of the city, which had already made the whole body become more and more hot. Despite the constant rain washing, the heat still envelops the skin, slowly and leisurely.

The hat-bearer stopped before entering the compound.

The yellow and white wooden doors and the long bricks with green moss in the gray and blue indicate that this is a very old courtyard.

He reached out and pushed the door, but it didn't open, and the door was latched.

The hat-taker put his sword through the crack in the door, and with a slight flick of it, the two broken latches slipped to the ground.

Immediately afterward, the door was pushed open, and a long creak was heard from the rain into the house.

There are only two tiled houses in the huge courtyard. One each in the north and south.

When the hat-bearer stepped into the courtyard, he saw a scholar with two eyebrows and a long beard coming out of the north room. The sword qi of the hat man had been dispatched to the maximum, and a sword suddenly flew out and stabbed at the long-haired scholar.

The scholar seems to have been prepared for a long time. As soon as he lowered his head, the crossbow arrow behind him also stabbed out directly, stabbing at the flying long sword.

Hearing the sound of "Cheng", the tip of the sword and the tip of the arrow had already collided together. Both of them have their own sword energy, competing in places that are not yet large in size.

The high-speed spinning energy began to burn in the rain, making a "crackling" sound. Swords and crossbow arrows rolled forward, each not giving way. This is an evenly matched confrontation, and the hats are thought to themselves, the deputy leader of this scholar team is higher than the real leader Yao Jichang.

The long-haired scholar already knew the details of the hat man in front of him, the third-stage Tengyun Realm second-grade priest position.

The hatsman and the scholar exerted their vitality to fight out of thin air, and in an instant, the two of them pushed a large amount of vitality forward at the same time, and the long sword and crossbow arrows had begun to "squeak", and the sound of iron scratches was particularly harsh.

Probably the two blades had reached their maximum endurance, and they passed by and stabbed at their respective opponents.

The hat-bearer and the scholar each leaned back, and after the two blades quickly slashed over their heads, they reflexively returned to the hands of their respective masters.

The scholar didn't think about how such a secret task and such a secret place could be targeted by such a strange person. Looking at the hat man in front of him, his cultivation is not very high, it is said that it is impossible for them to have such an inconspicuous little person in their task, but how could this inconspicuous little person come to the door by himself?

While he was thinking, the hat man had already jumped into the air, and a long sword was wrapped in a large amount of vitality, and slashed at the scholar with a thick sword light.

The scholar hurriedly withdrew the bow and crossbow behind his back, grabbed the horns of the bow with both hands, and resisted with the true yuan on his back with his bow.

There was a "dang" sound, and the long sword slashed on the back of the bow. The scholar looked at the shape of the hat man, and he had to kill himself in the future, even if the two cultivated the same, but they had to be careful in case.

The scholar didn't want to be in love, he had lived in seclusion here for three or four years, collected a lot of information, and could be promoted immediately, or with Yao Jichang's promotion. He didn't want to expose his identity, under this imperial city, once his identity was exposed, there was no hope for promotion, not to mention that he angered the superiors, and he couldn't die a good death.

Scholars want a quick fix.

He mobilized the true essence of his body, and with a single force, he threw the hat man out of Zhangyuan. Then, he used the two fingers wrapped in the true qi to point from the Shenting acupoint on his head to the acupoint on his face, and forcibly opened up the qi gate on his forehead, causing the true qi in the sea of qi to surge, temporarily creating a status quo of raising the grade.

The scholar is now a third-rank fan in the three-stage Tengyun Realm.

The hat-bearer didn't expect the long-haired scholar to use Rashotang's "Rushing Method", which was really scared. The hats know that it is now a grade suppression, three grades against two grades. The only thing he could do now was to delay as much time as possible, because the status quo of grade improvement brought about by the "Rush Method" could not last long, and there would be a maximum of ten moves of effort.

In other words, as long as you resist the ten moves of the hat man, you can completely survive.

The scholar came at a rapid pace, and at the same time opened his crossbow and fired a flying arrow. When the hatsman saw the scholar flying, he hurriedly dodged to the side, but before he could dodge, the scholar shot an arrow, and the arrow was buried in the brick wall. The scholar stepped a little, and immediately threw his bow at the side of the hatholder, who raised his sword and crossed it, and was shocked out and fell to the ground.

The rain began to trickle down, and the breeze blew the drizzle slanted.

The scholar shot another arrow with purple true qi, and the hat-bearer hurriedly rolled backwards, and the arrow shot into the ground and rushed out of a long ditch.

The hatsman took the opportunity to get close to the scholar and wanted to drag him with a long sword, but between the two of them, seven or eight moves went in again, at this time, the scholar flew up and kicked heavily on the lower abdomen of the hatper, and the hatper flew to the wall again.

At this time, a willow leaf slowly drifted into the courtyard. Like a dagger, and like a petal swinging in the wind and rain.

The wind blows the willow flowers and fills the courtyard with incense.

A willow leaf carried a powerful true qi, and it rose and fell across the goose-feather-like curve, and when the scholar's rank was reduced to the second-grade priesthood and he was a little weak, it cut straight into his eyebrows.

The hat-taker patted the mud all over his body, and said in his heart, he shouldn't do it himself this time, his ability is still not enough.

"I don't deserve to die. He said this, walked into the north house, took all the paperwork, and disappeared again into the alley of seven longitudinals.