Xiangyang, a famous historical and cultural city in China, the birthplace of Chu culture, Han culture, and Three Kingdoms culture, and a military important place in all dynasties. It is known as "the first city in China, the iron-clad Xiangyang, and the place where soldiers must fight". Zhao Zhijing looked at the Xiangyang city wall several zhang high, the city wall was covered with traces of swords, which were the marks left on the city wall by years of conquest, and couldn't help but think: "In later generations, there are very few such cities, and some are only used to develop the tourism industry, and the city at that time has no real charm and has lost the heritage that stands in blood and fire." Looking at the Han family flag fluttering in the wind on the city wall, think about the weakness of the Song court, since the Song Dynasty Taizu Zhao Kuangyin Chen Qiao mutiny and the release of military power with a glass of wine, the people of the Song Dynasty do not pay attention to martial arts, what people desire most is the title of the gold list, most of the court officials have lost the blood of the Han nation, and are inclined to cowardice and compromise with the Jin country, how long can the Song court flag on the head of the city float, and how long can the Han family's own court exist? Thinking of all this, Zhao Zhijing felt extremely dull." Then I will do my best to let the people survive in this war-torn era" Thinking of this, Zhao Zhijing patted Xiao Hei and strode into Xiangyang City.

Xiangyang, at this time, there is no invasion of war, the city is full of people, the sound of selling can be heard everywhere, and the people in the city do not know that in the near future, there will be another war here. Zhao Zhijing left Xiao Hei at the inn, and then asked Xiao Er about the place where prey was sold in Xiangyang City, if you want to find the sword mound, you must first find the Persian snake, and the most understanding of the distribution of the Persian snake is probably the hunters on the edge of Xiangyang City. When Zhao Zhijing rushed to the place where the hunters sold their prey, he saw that the platform was full of all kinds of prey, including pheasants, small wild boars, etc., and the hunters were all strong men with ruddy faces and big waists, only one exception, that person was about sixty years old, full of snow-white silver hair, and the prey in front of him was also the most, and several men next to him seemed to respect him very much. Obviously, it can be seen that this person knows the mountains and forests on the edge of Xiangyang City best.

Zhao Zhijing walked forward quickly, "Can this master ask you about something?" With that, he put an ingot of about ten taels of silver in front of the old man. "If this Taoist chief has anything to do, just ask Xiao Lao'er, but this silver is not necessary, we hunters rely on the mountains to eat the mountains, and the money we need is all obtained by ourselves with our own guys" After saying that, he also touched the hunting fork that had been polished and reflective beside him. "You have been seeking a life in the mountains and forests for so many years, and you should not be familiar with the mountains and forests around Xiangyang! Have you ever seen a snake that faintly glows golden light all over its body, has fleshy horns on its head, and walks like the wind, which is extremely difficult to catch?" Speaking of this, Zhao Zhijing saw that the old man's eyes flickered a little, as if he had thought of something, and swept away the previous indifference, obviously he had seen the Persian snake, and heard the old man quickly say, "No, how could the old man have seen such a snake, if he thinks about it, it is not something that ordinary people like us can see." Zhao Zhijing was about to ask, when a man next to him quickly said, "Uncle, how can you deceive people, didn't you tell us that you had seen such a snake, and almost lost your life, or a very big divine bird saved you!" Hearing this, Zhao Zhijing bowed to the old man and said, "Uncle, that snake is very important to me, if you have seen it, please tell me." Under Zhao Zhijing's plea, the old man finally told Zhao Zhijing truthfully about his encounter with the Persian snake, and at the end, he kindly reminded Zhao Zhijing to be extremely careful of the Persian snake, not everyone can save his life when he encounters a sacred bird.

Zhao Zhijing gave the original ingot of silver to the man who said that the old man had seen the Persian snake, and took out a bigger ingot of silver and gave it to the old man, and then turned to leave.

Zhao Zhijing purchased some dry food and some condiments in Xiangyang City, thinking that there are all kinds of birds and beasts in the mountains and forests, and he is a martial arts master who has learned well. Returned to the inn and ordered a table of wine and food to eat by the window alone, at this time naturally I couldn't forget my mount Xiao Hei, and called Xiao Er to send it some fine materials and a jar of good wine, if it weren't for Zhao Zhijing robbing the rich and helping the poor several times along the way, he couldn't support the donkey and himself. Speaking of robbing the rich and helping the poor, the rich are of course those officials and landlords who bully and oppress the people, and as for the poor, it is not the poor Taoist priest himself, who came to Xiangyang in this way. Zhao Zhijing's journey has hurt a lot of "rich people", and he is always worried about when he will be "robbed of the rich and help the poor".

The next day, Zhao Zhijing got up, washed up quickly, had breakfast, and rode his little donkey "Little Black" to embark on the road to find the snake. Seeing that Xiao Hei, whose body is much bigger than the average donkey, is all purchasing things by himself, he can't sleep on the tree at night! He doesn't have the martial arts of the little dragon girl sleeping on the rope! So many things can only be dragged by "Xiao Hei" by himself, and he is such a "noble" owner, it would be great if he had a storage bag or something, and now it should be a exercise!

The trees on the hill near Xiangyang have been cut down, and it is thought that they came to prevent the enemy from attacking the city on the spot. Zhao Zhijing rode Xiao Hei for nearly an hour before coming to the old hunter and said that the spirit of Yang Guo's "Condor Hero" is still very tenacious, and he can still run so far after being cut off by Guo Fu, a brutal young lady, and people who practice martial arts really can't be looked at with common sense.

Walking into the mountains, the huge trees stand in the forest, the crisp birdsong echoes in the ears, after going deep into the mountain forest, Zhao Zhijing chose a place with a water source and a relatively safe place to set up his tent, Xiao Hei wandered around, now Xiao Hei is no longer afraid of ordinary beasts, even if he can't beat it, he can still run away, naturally Zhao Zhijing didn't pay attention to what Xiao Hei was doing, just focused on tidying up his tent, he may have to live in this place for a while.

Looking at the gurgling water flowing in front of his tent, the sound of birdsong echoing in his ears, a natural scene, he couldn't help but relax his spirit, since he came to this world, his nerves were tense like a bowstring, and he tried to force himself to practice martial arts to improve his cultivation. Draw the sword out of the sheath, and show the true swordsmanship of a move, the sword move in his hand is like flowing water, and the sound of the long sword cutting through the air can be heard at the beginning, and gradually there is no sound as if he has stopped wielding the long sword, this is the use of strength to the extreme, and the balance between his own strength and the power of nature is called the "silent sword" You can kill it, it is still a second-rate cultivation, but the lethality has increased by more than one percent, and when he woke up from his understanding, he couldn't help but sigh: "What the ancients said is that speed is not enough, it really makes sense."