After Xu Zifan completed a series of verifications, he went directly to the world of Swordsman again that night.
The aura of the real world is coming, and things are changing rapidly every day. Everything is changing, and strange things are coming to the world. He has a sense of urgency and must seize every available time to strengthen himself to face the crises he may face in the future.
It is easy to realize that when the east wind blows, it is always spring with its myriad colors. The gentle breeze blows through the willows and the fragrance of flowers is intoxicating. It is the glorious spring season in the South.
Smiling proudly of the world, it is spring now.
On Ximen Street in Fuzhou Prefecture, Fujian Province, a short-haired young man wearing camouflage uniform, carrying a strange backpack and wearing boots appeared on the street again. People around him did not pay any attention to his sudden appearance, as if he had originally
Right there.
Only after he appeared did the people around him focus their attention.
"Little monk, where are you from? Why are you wearing colorful clothes?" a passerby asked curiously.
"Hello, uncle, I am a wanderer who returned from overseas!" Xu Zifan responded casually.
This young man in camouflage uniform was Xu Zifan. At this time, he came to the world of Xiaoao Jianghu and began his life in this world.
Looking at the earth that is proud of the world in the warm spring weather, and looking up at the endless blue sky with white clouds, the spring breeze blows slowly, which is intoxicating, and Xu Zifan is in a trance.
In the real world, thick fog now covers the earth's surface, and a large black crack stretches across the sky. The future direction of the entire world is unknown. Such thick fog makes people confused, unable to see the direction, and do not know the way forward.
He shook his head, gathered his thoughts, and soon walked around and inquired until he came to a pawn shop.
Looking up, the plaque said "Qian Ji Pawn". After Xu Zifan walked in, he took out a lighter from his backpack and said, "Boss, business is here." After saying that, he put the lighter on the high counter.
The person who received Xu Zifan was a middle-aged man wearing a round cyan hat.
"Excuse me, distinguished guest, what kind of object is this?" He picked it up and looked around. He saw that the body of the object was neither gold nor wood. There were inexplicable words on the outside, some liquid inside, and a bright metal on the head. He intuitively felt it.
This thing is extraordinary.
"This is a lighter, you can use it to make a fire!" As he said that, Xu Zifan pressed the lighter with his thumb, and a cluster of flames appeared out of thin air.
"Ah...is this?" The middle-aged man was stunned. He had lived for more than thirty years and had never seen anything that could make fire out of thin air.
After calming down and Xu Zifan's explanation, the middle-aged store owner pressed the lighter with trembling hands.
"Peng" a bunch of flames appeared out of thin air again.
"Ah..." Even though he was mentally prepared, the middle-aged store owner was still frightened.
"May I ask your distinguished guest, where does this thing come from?" the middle-aged Hakka couldn't help but ask.
"This is brought from overseas!" Xu Zifan responded vaguely.
"What method?" the middle-aged man asked again.
"Damn it!" Xu Zifan said without hesitation.
"How about thirty taels?" the middle-aged shopkeeper asked tentatively.
"One hundred taels, boss, if you don't want it, I'll go to another pawn shop!" Xu Zifan said without hesitation.
... After a final bargaining, the deal was settled at eighty taels.
Then Xu Zifan went to three more pawn shops and sold three lighters and two bottles of liquor, getting a total of five hundred taels.
"I finally got money and can develop my life in this world." Xu Zifan sighed.
Then he bought two sets of good clothes at a clothing store. He had no choice but to do as the locals do, otherwise wearing modern clothes every day would be too eye-catching.
Xu Zifan then inquired about the time and found out that the only son of Lin Zhennan, Mr. Lin's escort chief, had just celebrated his ninth birthday.
Xu Zifan thought about it and found out at the beginning of the original work that it was mentioned that Lin Pingzhi's beloved horse was bought by his grandmother with a lot of money in Luoyang on his seventeenth birthday two years ago, which meant that Lin Pingzhi was nineteen years old at the beginning of the original work.
The current time point is exactly ten years before the main plot begins.
In addition to these, Xu Zifan also found out that it was the Xia Dynasty now, not the Ming Dynasty as he thought. That's right, there was no dynasty written in the original novel of Swordsman.
Later, Xu Zifan spent one hundred taels of silver to buy an exclusive courtyard near Xiangyang Lane in Fuzhou. This courtyard had three houses, which was relatively ordinary. Xu Zifan chose one and lived in it.
His goal is to obtain the evil-fighting sword manual of this world. The evil-fighting sword manual is a famous one. He must see it when he comes to this world.
In this way, about half a month later, Xu Zifan had found the Lin family's old house. It was really hard to find the Lin family's old house, and not many locals in Fuzhou knew about it. In the end, he helped an old man carry water and chatted with him.
I heard about it.
After observing for another half month, he found that the old house had been abandoned and no one had gone there for half a month. Originally, he had thought of spending money to buy a family's house next to the old house for convenience, but after thinking about it, he still didn't buy it for fear of
An abnormality was discovered by a caring person.
That night, the moon was dark and the wind was high, so Xu Zifan decided to take action. At around one o'clock in the morning, he wore dark clothes and a black face towel and walked out gently.
Then he carefully walked to the end of the alley. In front of him was a large house with a black door and white walls. An old vine was coiled on the wall. This was the Lin family's old house.
After climbing into the old house along the old vines, Xu Zifan breathed a sigh of relief, half successful.
Thinking of the description in the original work, Xu Zifan came to the northwest corner of the backyard of the old house and saw a Buddhist temple here.
Then Xu Zifan entered the Buddhist hall, closed the doors and windows, and turned on the flashlight he brought with him.
I saw that the Buddhist hall had not been taken care of for a long time, there were spider webs and dust everywhere, and a layer of dust had fallen on everything.
There is an ink painting hanging in the center of the Buddhist hall, depicting Patriarch Bodhidharma facing the wall. In the painting, Patriarch Bodhidharma's back is facing him, his left hand is placed on his back, as if holding a sword formula, and the index finger of his right hand is pointing to the roof.
Xu Zifan found a wooden stick, pointed it at the point pointed by Bodhidharma's index finger in the picture, and hit it on the roof.
With a loud bang, the sand and dust fell, and a red object fell down from the hole in the roof. It was a red cassock worn by a monk.
Xu Zifan picked up the cassock and stared at it under the light of a flashlight. He saw countless small words written on the cassock. He checked the first sentence again and saw it read: "If you want to practice magic, swing your sword from the palace."
Yes, this is the sword manual to ward off evil. Xu Zifan picked up the red cassock and put it in his clothes, turned off the flashlight, and returned to his residence in the dark.