"Apprentice, you're awake."

Dialing out the yellow and rough curtain, Jiang Wujian leaned against the bed, with a splitting headache.

The village chief sat at the table, his hands back and forth, the mottled medicine grinder rustling.

It's back......

What's the matter with the monk Jueming, is he like me, and has also entered this world?

Why! Why did you come back at this time!

No, I'll have to find a way to go back! I'll have to ask!

Monk Jueming, Monk Jueming!!

Jiang Wuji gritted his teeth, his face was hideous, and he didn't pay attention to the village chief for a while.

The village chief raised his eyes, "Apprentice, don't blame the teacher, you don't get rid of the fever for a day, and it will be difficult for the teacher to sleep and eat." ”

"It's also to blame for not taking a good look at the teacher that day, because the teacher thought you were just an ordinary fever, but I didn't expect you to be infected with the plague."

"Hey......"

Jiang Wujian raised his head suddenly, his pupils trembling: "What did you say?" I, I'm infected with the plague?! ”

The village chief shook his head and sighed: "Can you still be deceived as a teacher?" ”

"But don't worry, since you are the founding disciple of my Qingxuanzi, you will naturally not do anything as a teacher."

"Although this plague is incurable, it is not impossible."

Jiang Wuji's brows furrowed.

If it can really be cured, then why don't you, old horseman, cure yourself first?

Do you still enjoy the feeling of tearing the skin off yourself?

Although there were a lot of doubts in his heart, since the village chief did not show malicious intent, Jiang Wujian naturally would not take the initiative to turn his face.

After all, even the strength of the village chief is not clear now, and rashly turning against the water is no different from giving away people's heads.

So, Jiang Wujian asked, "What should the disciple do?" ”

"Practice the sword."

"Sword practice?"

The village chief put down the medicine mill in his hand and looked at Jiang Wuji, "If you have condensed Qi Yuan, then the master will take this opportunity to teach you alchemy, but now you just need to practice your sword well." ”

"Regular practice of Tai Chi Sword can unblock the meridians, and with the method of breathing taught to you by the teacher, you can refine the essence, strengthen the body, and dispel illness and prolong life."

"Or, kill demons and kill people!"

As he spoke, the village chief handed a long sword to Jiang Wuji.

The blade of the sword is sharp, the spine of the sword is solemn, and the middle of the sword grid is inlaid with Taiji, but the strange thing is that this Taiji does not have less yin and less yang, which looks very uncomfortable.

……

The clouds were thick and the sky was dark.

The thunder is rolling, and the wind and rain are coming.

In the courtyard outside the ancestral hall, Jiang Wujian was dancing a sword, and his movements were extremely stiff.

The village chief held a copper coin sword and raised points while demonstrating swordsmanship.

"The virtual collar is strong, the shoulders are heavy and the elbows are attached, the chest is pulled out, and the waist is loose and there is no crotch."

"Meditation, free breathing, and the unity of Qi and sword are for Tai Chi!"

The village chief's movements gradually accelerated, and Jiang Wujian gradually improved from the bluntness at the beginning.

"The sword is continuous!"

"Collect the sword and hide it!"

"Although there is no opponent, it is better than a strong enemy!"

An old man and a young man, a master and apprentice, danced in this courtyard and played a heavy shadow.

At this moment, Qing Xuanzi seemed to be really a good master who taught tirelessly, and Jiang Wuji seemed to be really a good apprentice who respected his teacher.

Qing Xuanzi had no strange thoughts about Jiang Wuji, and Jiang Wuji had no murderous intentions towards Qing Xuanzi.

For the next few days.

Jiang Wujian practiced swords during the day and vomited at night, and almost stayed in the ancestral hall with the village chief.

Xiao Yu took the time to explain, there are no hidden dangers, and now because of his identity as a disciple of the village chief, Xiao Yu has become the "ruler" of the courtyard.

Not to mention the others, even the villagers guarding the courtyard have great respect for Xiaoyu, for fear of annoying her.

Jiang Wuji's only worry is that Xiaoyu Tuna only has an effect during the day, not at night, which is just the opposite of himself.

This is going to have to take a look at the village chief from the side to see what's going on.

As for Gong Shan, although he is not dead, he is almost crippled.

The villagers didn't know why he had offended the village chief, but they all avoided him, and even left the food at his door like feeding the dogs, unwilling to go in.

At last.

The strange power that forcibly controlled the body would only occasionally appear when practicing swords and tuna, causing Jiang Wujian to make rapid progress in both swordsmanship and tuna, causing the village chief to marvel again and again, calling him unequaled Tianjiao.

But during this time, there was no more fever, and no way back to the original world was found.

Although everything seems to be windless and turbulent at the moment, Jiang Wuxi still lives a day of fear, for fear that the village chief will suddenly stab the sword in his hand at him.

At the same time, he is often looking for opportunities, fantasizing about cutting off the head of the village chief with a sword......

……

The seemingly peaceful life was shattered on the eve of the sacrifice.

On this night, the sky seemed to be shattered, accompanied by lightning and thunder, and the torrential rain burst like the embankment of the Tianhe River.

In the ancestral hall, the master and apprentice put on their robes, and tonight's tuna will be temporarily put on hold.

The village chief held a blackened and cracked bamboo tube in his hand and said, "Dawn sacrifice, you come with me, it's time to draw lots tonight." ”

Jiang Wuji tightened his collar and asked, "I don't know how many black sticks Master has prepared tonight?" ”

The village chief glanced at Jiang Wujian and said with a smile: "Tonight, there is no black sign." ”

There is no black sign......

Isn't that who smokes and who dies?

Although Jiang Wujian was silent, he already had a lot of thoughts in his heart.

As if seeing through what Jiang Wuji was thinking, the village chief said: "Don't worry, since Zhiyu is your cousin, then naturally half of my Qingxuanzi disciple." ”

"If you don't feel at ease, it's up to you to designate the lottery tonight."

"Let's go."