The Longest Day in Chang’an

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There are eight spiral arms on the outside of this lamp building, and each arm drives three lamp houses. The surface of their poles is painted black. In this way, when the lamp watcher looks at it from a distance, the black arm will be hidden by the night, as if the lamp house is hanging in the air in a trance. For Zhang Xiaojing, this detail virtually increased the difficulty of alignment.

"Wen Wuji, if you think I'm doing right, please bless me."

Zhang Xiaojing prayed silently in his heart, then pinned the knife behind him and jumped out of the lighthouse. He did not wait, nor did hesitate, these two things are now the most luxurious things. Zhang Xiaojing flew into the air, extended his arms to meet the swing arm. He soon found that he had chosen the right direction, but he had miscalculated the speed. Before the arm embraced the swing arm, the whole body had banged hard.

This collision caused Zhang Xiaojing to risk Venus, almost losing his sanity. Fortunately, his limbs were instinctively stretched forward and bent, and he embraced the edge of the big bamboo pole like a monkey, and finally did not fall. The arm made a slight squeak, shuddered a few times, and continued to lift upward.

At this time, nearly one-third of the light wheels of Taishang Xuanyuan Building were lit up, and all of them were very bright. The people of Datang like to watch these fairy scenes the most, and do not hesitate to cheer and applaud. Everyone's eyes are focused on these glorious and exquisite human wonders, and they will never notice that a person trying to save them is climbing towards the sky near the black paint arm.

After a while, Zhang Xiaojing's eyesight recovered slightly. He breathed heavily in his mouth, his muscles hurt so badly, he didn't dare to relax. The whole person was suspended on the swing arm, like a drowning man holding a driftwood. A cold wind blew over, blowing away his loose bun.

He turned his neck hard, and saw the outer wall of the lamp tower in front of him slowly descend, and about ten feet further up, there was a protrusion protruding like the beak of a falcon eagle.

That is his goal.

As long as fifteen fingers or so, the arm can turn to the falcon's beak hole, which is the best time to jump back to the light tower. But at this time Zhang Xiaojing found that his posture was wrong-now this posture can only ensure that he will not be thrown off the arm, but it is difficult for him to get enough leverage to jump in the air.

Zhang Xiaojing moved tightly against the bamboo pole, gradually relaxed his feet, concentrated the pressure on his clasped hands, and almost fell several times in the middle. He finally adjusted his body to the posture of hanging his hands, and began to swing like a swinging scale.

When the distance between the falcon's beak and him finally reached the shortest, Zhang Xiaojing suddenly released his hands, and the whole person broke away from the arm and flew to the light tower. At the sound of "poo", his body slammed the skin into a hole and fell straight into the lamphouse. Zhang Xiaojing took the opportunity to stand upright, turned his right hand to grab the falcon's beak, and hung the whole body to death, before he fell.

The contact channel of this falcon's beak was not damaged. Zhang Xiaojing kicked and kicked several times to reach the edge, and then turned the whole body up. As soon as he went up, Zhang Xiaojing was lying on the ground, gasping for breath.

He knew that time was tight, but the whole person had indeed reached the limit. This series of actions took a short time, but almost exhausted Zhang Xiaojing's physical strength. Especially the right wrist, because of the weight of the whole body just now, there are already signs of muscle spasm.

He raised his head and counted, and the light house had lit up to the tenth room. People in Xingqing Palace Square have mastered the rhythm of burning candles in the headlight building. They will cheer loudly when each lighthouse is unveiled, and then the tone will gradually decrease until another lighthouse lights up. I am afraid that the building of Qinzheng is empty, and all the banquet personnel have embraced the outside high hurdles, watching the beautiful scenery at close range.

"Fifteen, fifteen, as long as the fifteenth light house is lit up before climbing, it is still too late, too late ..." Zhang Xiaojing explained to himself. He couldn't hold it anymore, he had to take a break. But when he stopped, he didn't want to move at all.

Zhang Xiaojing pulled out his knife and severely cut a knife on his wrist. The severe pain was like a red iron cone, which forced the last fierceness in his body. As soon as he gritted his teeth, he forcibly stood up and walked up staggeringly.

It is very close to the Tianshu layer. As Zhang Xiaojing raised his head, he could already see the slowly turning wooden board above his head.

The Tianshu layer is the core of the Taishang Xuanyuan lamp building. Its most obvious sign is that a round and wide round yellow-brown wooden board is nested around the Tianshu. It's as if the floor is turning all the time.

Zhang Xiaojing picked up the knife again and walked towards the stairs leading to the upper floor. He lightened his steps, held his breath and tried not to make any noise. But as soon as he stepped on the steps, a cold light suddenly came. Fortunately, Zhang Xiaojing was prepared early, and a wooden sign discarded nearby was used as a shield, reaching ahead.

When Han Guang swept away, the wooden sign was split into two halves at once, and Zhang Xiaojing took the opportunity to jump into the Tianshu layer and cut across the sword. The fish intestine guarding at the staircase can only be used with one arm, but the knife is not enough. It simply rolls after one, avoiding Zhang Xiaojing's sharp edge.

But the strange thing is that the fish intestines did not launch a counterattack, but instead took a few steps back, revealing a relief and cruel expression: "You are really good, I have waited for you for a long time." The hoarse voice accompanied the rumbling between the heaven Noise.

Zhang Xiaojing did not rush forward, he wanted to get some time to recover some physical strength. So the two faced each other, tens of steps away from each other, and fell into a silent confrontation. The floor under the feet of the two people has been slowly turning, making their background change like a horse lantern, the light is always dark, and the expression of the two faces becomes quite subtle.

Zhang Xiaojing suddenly noticed that there was a square wooden table behind the fish intestine, with black paint on the outside, two striking long handles, one indigo and one crimson. That should be the mechanism that controls the initiation of Tianshu. The last step of Xiao Xiao's plan had to be operated by someone, so the fish intestines were left to the end. As long as it is destroyed, this conspiracy is considered a failure.

"Why didn't you tell Xiao Xiao?" Zhang Xiaojing asked.

"It's useless. That guy won't kill you. I'm more at ease with my own hands." The fish gut licked his lips, his eyes full of murderous intent.

"So you didn't report me, but killed Mao Shun?"

"Yes. Mao Shun died and Qilin lost his arm. If you want to solve this matter, you have no choice but to go upstairs to find me. In this way, I can safely operate the organ in the lamphouse and wait by the way. You come to die, I do n’t have to delay two things. "

Zhang Xiaojing frowned: "Do you know that Xiao Gui originally planned to let you die?"

He thought that this sentence would make the fish intestines shocked and angry, and then gave up the fried lamp tower, but the fish intestines answered seriously: "So what? I promised to do ten things for him. Because he will kill me halfway. "

Zhang Xiaojing didn't expect Yuchang to be such a person who respected his promise. The fish intestines reached out and stared at him like a beast, ready to start. Zhang Xiaojing tried to persuade: "You stop the organ first, I promise to go out and fight you."

"No, it's perfect here!"

As soon as the words fell, the fish intestines rushed over like ghosts. His speed is so fast that Zhang Xiaojing can't dodge, but can only wave his barrier knife to confront him head-on. There were dozens of crunchy sounds of metal in the sky.

The attacking method of fish intestines is mainly fast, which is unexpected. So when Zhang Xiaojing settled down and defended with all his strength, Yugu could hardly find any flaws for a while. The fish intestines attacked several times, and at first sight it had no effect, and suddenly withdrew, taking advantage of the body technique to float to the light stand near the Tianshu layer.

The bamboo scaffolds in this area are criss-crossed and denser than the mangmang forest. The fish intestines leaped through it, and Zhang Xiaojing soon lost his trail, looking around, not knowing from what angle the dangerous killer would attack.

Zhang Xiaojing's experience in the battle is very rich, knowing that in this case, he can never be controlled by his opponent. After thinking for a while, he suddenly took a few steps backwards, leaning back against the inner wall of the light tower, pedaling two bamboo knuckles with his feet.

The entire Tianshu layer except the Tianshu itself, the floor keeps rotating slowly. Zhang Xiaojing leaned his back against the inner wall of the light tower, his feet hanging in the air, one could ensure that his back would not meet the enemy; secondly, he would not rotate with the floor, so that only waiting for a moment, the wooden platform that controlled the pivot would turn to the front.

His purpose was never to kill the fish intestines, but to destroy the wooden platform. By adopting such a position, Zhang Xiaojing can take the initiative to change constantly. Yugu either confronted him head-on, or watched the pivotal wooden platform turn to him, and was destroyed.

Sure enough, Zhang Xiaojing stood in such a way that Yuchang understood the situation and realized that he had to show up. He jumped a few times, and suddenly fell from the bamboo frame at an incredible angle. Zhang Xiaojing leaned back against the building wall, it was easy to determine the direction of the attack, and he waved a barrier knife. When the sound was crisp, the sneak attack was blocked again.