After receiving the instructions of Sa Zhenren, Guangji temporarily settled in the Sihe Courtyard and briefly talked about some Buddhist affairs with Wang Lingguan. Then he walked into the room to rest.

One person and one god are in peace.

The next morning, Guangji walked out of the room after finishing his morning class, greeted Wang Lingguan, then left the courtyard, headed east, and visited the Kaifeng Prefecture, Tokyo.

Kaifeng City is divided into three levels. Not to mention the Da Nei Palace City, the inner city is mainly composed of government offices, mansions, houses and workshops. There are a total of eight wings and one hundred and twenty-one yards. The Sihe Courtyard selected by everyone in Jiuzhou on that day is also in the inner city, close to the palace city.

The densely populated houses are built with mixed houses and alleys like grids. Guangji travels through it, and half a day has passed without realizing it.

Seeing the bright sun in the sky gradually shifting, it was noon, Guangji's heart moved slightly. He knew that the person who had entered his life as Sa Zhenren said was not far from him, so he turned around and turned to the direction where the man was.

Following the Bian River, leaving Hexia Lane, in front of you was the Tianhanzhou Bridge. The Zhou Bridge was opposite the Imperial Road and Danei. The buildings on both sides were towering, people came and went, but they were walking sideways, avoiding a blank space.

In the open space, a man wore a white felt hat on his head, a pair of red tassels sprinkled on it, and a white-collar conscription shirt. He was about seven feet, five or six in height, with a large blue birthmark on his face, and a little red beard on his cheeks.

In his arms, he was holding a slender and straight ring-headed knife, about three feet and three inches. The decoration was quite exquisite and looked very colorful.

It was precisely this image that made all the pedestrians passing by avoid him and exposed a piece of open space in the lively place of Tianhanzhou Bridge.

The man raised his head, frowned, and glanced from time to time. The inside was inexplicable, but he looked down on everyone.

Guangji stood not far away, staring at the other party with a smile. The man felt something, looked back, rushed to the near side a few steps, and said in a deep voice:

"Guest, do you see the knife?"

As he said that, he shook his knife in his arms, revealing the grass marker inserted on it.

When Guangji heard this, he looked at the ring-headed knife. He saw that the blade was straight and narrow, but the back of the knife was extremely thick. There was no trace of welding on the entire knife. It seemed to be forged in one piece, and the decoration was quite exquisite, exuding a coldness throughout.

So he praised:

"What a big ring knife, it can be seen that I have been on the battlefield."

The man showed a faint smile on his indifferent face and explained:

"This treasure sword was left by his ancestors. He had followed his ancestors to fight on the battlefield. If he hadn't been in a tight position, he wouldn't have sold it."

Guangji looked at the other person, and his face showed a perfectly curious look:

"I wonder what you call me?"

The man was stunned and admitted:

"A family is the descendant of the three generations of generals, the grandson of the Five Marquis Yang Linggong, whose surname is Yang and his name is Zhi. Because he was once the commander of the Hall Secretary, everyone called Yang and Zheng Zheng. Because of the birthmark on his face that had been following the mother's womb, there was also a nickname called the Green-faced Beast."

"It turned out to be a descendant of Lao Linggong."

Guangji nodded, getting closer, he could feel an obscure and inexplicable aura from the other party, which was quite similar to the magic star aura recorded in Jiuzhou, so he had no doubts about Yang Zhi's identity.

"I wonder how valuable is this precious sword Yang Zhizhe?"

Yang Zhi said with a stern look:

"Since it was left by ancestors, future generations dared not to shame this knife, so they asked for three thousand guan!"

Guangji sighed, and a teasing voice appeared in his heart, so he shook his head and said:

"Three thousand guan! That's three thousand taels of silver. The sword is too expensive."

Yang Zhi looked at Guangji and saw that the other party was not as good as a false appearance, so he explained sincerely:

"This knife was fought with our ancestors for more than a hundred battles without any damage. To this day, it still has the advantage of blowing hair and cutting hair. It is even more clear and spontaneous hanging on the wall at night. Three thousand slabs are not expensive."

Guangji was not greedy for this ring-headed sword. Now he talked to Yang Zhi just to take the opportunity to point out the other party and disrupt his original fate.

However, before the opportunity arrived, he was happy to linger here for a while, so he said again:

"The reputation of the Yang family generals is well known to everyone. However, the 'golden sword' among the 'eight guns of a golden sword' is said to be the Yanyue sword, and some to be the nine-ring sword. But I have never heard that Lao Linggong is good at a ring-head sword."

As soon as this statement was made, it seemed to expose Yang Zhi's lies. The other party was stunned and couldn't help but shout:

"You are so unhappy and picky, mother-in-law and mother! I thought you were so kind to speak to you, but I still ambiguity here. Could it be that I was just a family?"

The two of them had already attracted several idle men to watch. At this time, Yang Zhi was angry. The idle men were trembling, and their bodies were cold, and they unconsciously retreated several feet away.

Seeing this, Guangji let out a light exclamation. As he sensed, there was a force in Yang Zhi's body that was very similar to the Wenhua aura wandering around him, flowing endlessly, causing him to touch the threshold of the human immortal, which is the realm of family education in this world.

"The evil spirit of military strategists?"

Guang Ji had some guesses in his heart, and suddenly felt something. His eyes passed over Yang Zhi's shoulders and saw a dark man standing under the eaves from a distance, with an extremely ugly appearance, and he sneered at this side with a strange tooth.

There was a very significant resentment in his eyes, and the target was Yang Zhi in front of Guangji.

Guangji felt suspicious and was about to say something, but Yang Zhi said impatiently:

"Are you buying it or not? If you want to buy a knife, take out three thousand guan, and you and I will pay all the money; if you don't buy it, then leave quickly to avoid delaying the sale of a knife."

Guangji withdrew his gaze, made a plan in his heart, and spoke:

"Three thousand guan is nothing to me, but how can I carry this much money with me?

"You follow me to go home and get the money to pay you."

Yang Zhi looked at Guangji half-believingly for a while, and the long sword in his arms was unsheathed with a "clang" and exposed a piece of the blade:

"Don't lie to me! Mr. Yang's knife is not for sight."

Guang Ji smiled faintly and said nothing.

So Yang Zhi followed him and headed towards the Sihe Courtyard.

Before leaving, Guangji looked under the eaves that he had just watched. The ugly man disappeared at some point, and even he did not notice the other party's departure.

The evil ghost-like appearance left a deep impression on Guangji, making him feel a sense of coldness at noon.

"Why don't you leave again?"

The words in his ears disturbed Guang Ji's thoughts. He looked at Yang Zhi with a suspicious look and said thoughtfully:

"What enemies do the commander have in this Tokyo city?"

Yang Zhi said impatiently:

"A family has only been back in Tokyo for more than a month. What kind of enemies can they have? Not to mention that they were also a military officer and a military officer. Who dared to provoke a family without opening their eyes?"

"Yeah?"

Guang Ji whispered, shook his head, and continued to lead the way ahead. Yang Zhi followed behind, preparing to get the money for selling the knife from Guang Ji, so that he could go to another place as a means of money.

In a low alley behind the two, a black man with a rough appearance and a bad-looking ghost Yasha was standing in it, his eyes were blood red and full of resentment, murmured:

"What a green-faced beast. I just fell in love with your broken knife. You killed me on the bridge in this state. I also got help from a number of neighbors. I didn't even eat a prison meal for a few days. In the future, I will be among the Tiangang and Earth Demons and create a great career!

"Haha, if I hadn't been drunk that day, how could you kill me? How could you kill me!"

At the end of the day, this ugly ghost started to roar at the top of his throat, like a ghost crying.

The pedestrian outside just glanced inside and left in a hurry, fearing that he would offend the famous dilapidated rogue in Tokyo.

The ugly man howled for a while, and suddenly became quiet, as if someone was talking to him, nodding while listening:

"Yes, if I kill the green-faced ghost, eat his heart, and take his fate, I can replace him and become one of the thirty-six Heavenly Gang Gods!

"Whoever dares to stop me, Niu Er, will die!"

The words are sad, the sound is like chirping, lingering in the low alley, and the sound is endless.
Chapter completed!