Wanwa scales are like a fire dragon, and the sun does not move, and the sweat beads melt.

There is not a single wisp of clouds left in the dark clouds that have accumulated for a long time, and the sun is scorching, as if a little spark can ignite the earth

"Why is it so hot today?"

"Hui Daoye, yesterday was not the twenty-first day of June, today is the twenty-second and twenty-fifth is the great heat, dog days." The villagers guarding outside the courtyard scratched their faces and said.

Jiang Wujian stretched out his hand to block the sun, and the sunlight passed through his fingers, "Dog days......

On such a hot day, the village chief will definitely take a nap.

Before he could reach the ancestral hall, Jiang Wujian first ran into a villager who he had arranged to guard the ancestral hall yesterday.

"Little Daoist, the village chief is looking for you." The man's expression was a little hurried, after all, he didn't dare to be careless about what the village chief had explained.

Jiang Wuxi nodded: "Well, I'm also planning to go over." ”

In the front yard of the ancestral hall, the fire crackled.

The village chief, who was sitting in the shadows of the hall, beckoned to Jiang Wuji.

"Master." Jiang Wujian stepped forward.

The village chief looked at the sun outside, and the wrinkles on his face squirmed slightly, "The summer is not hot, but the dog days of the big heat are ......."

"The disciple is here."

The village chief took off a gourd from his waist and poured a pitch-black pill from it.

"Although this blood coagulation pill cannot cure your illness, it can at least suppress your fever, you can take it, and explain it to you for the teacher."

Jiang Wuji did not hesitate this time, and directly swallowed the Blood Clotting Pill.

The disgusting taste kept coming up from his stomach, but Jiang Wujian still endured it.

The village chief looked at Jiang Wujian and said, "In addition to suppressing your fever, the Blood Coagulation Pill can also improve your perception of Qi Flow, which will help you condense Qi Yuan in the future." ”

"Today, June 22, less than a month before July and a half."

"You are very talented, and the night of the middle of July is the best time for you to condense Qi Yuan, and being a teacher will also help you at that time."

In the middle of July, the mid-year festival condenses Qi Yuan?

Also, after all, it is said that the Midyear Festival is the most yin day of the year.

Jiang Wujian said, "Thank you, Master." ”

The village chief nodded and continued: "From today onwards, every day at noon and before o'clock, you will stay outside the teacher's house, and during these two hours, no matter what happens, no matter who you are, don't disturb the teacher. ”

"Yes!" Jiang Wujian responded.

……

Soon, noon arrived.

There was no movement in the house, and Jiang Wujian outside the house was holding a Taiji sword with a solemn face.

It wasn't unclear that it might be a trap.

After all, Gong Shan's words couldn't be completely believed, and besides, the village chief knew that the matter of seizing the house had been revealed, so how could he deliberately give himself a chance to kill him.

But......

Jiang Wuji's choice.

Regardless of whether Gong Shan's words are true or not, Xiao Yu will definitely not lie to him!

If the village chief has malicious intentions towards him, then sooner or later he will attack!

Rather than sit and wait, it is better to fight to the death!!

The sun was scorching, and it was three o'clock in the afternoon.

Jiang Wujian knocked on the door, "Master." ”

No one responded.

"Master, something happened!" This sentence is shouted.

However, after waiting for a while, there was still no movement in the house.

Jiang Wuji held his breath and condensed, not even blinking the sweat that flowed into his eyes.

The blade of the sword passed through the crack in the door, and then slammed into it! The deadbolt snapped!

"Master! It's a big deal, Master! ”

Jiang Wujian rushed into the house and shouted anxiously.

It wasn't until he saw the village chief on the bed that the panicked look on Jiang Wuji's face gradually put away.

At this time, the village chief was like a corpse, lying flat on the bed.

His face was so dead that he couldn't even breathe.

At first glance, it's really no different from being dead.

Up to now, what Gong Shan said is true......

But even so, Jiang Wujian still tensed his nerves, and he was careful with every step.

From the door to the bed, it took a quarter of an hour.

Lift the sword, concentrate, breathe, and charge.

When Qi Liu and the long sword had a strange resonance, Jiang Wujian no longer hesitated and stabbed out!

"Poof!"

The sword body sank into the village chief's heart, and a touch of scarlet splashed on Jiang Wuji's face.

"Cheng, succeeded?"

"I succeeded?"

"Dead, dead? He's dead!!! ”

Hideous, excited, relieved, joyful...... Jiang Wuji's expression kept changing.

But suddenly, an idea woke up Jiang Wuji!

The village chief's death was too simple!

Although he doesn't know the true strength of the village chief, since he can do things such as sending plague gods and alchemy, it must not be easy!

And Tuna, swordsmanship, is indeed taught by him.

He is a lay disciple of the Heavenly Dao Temple, Qing Xuanzi!

As soon as this idea appeared, I could no longer suppress the inexplicable fear.

"Could it be that this body is fake?"

Jiang Wujian slashed a few swords in a row, and only stopped when his eyes turned into a mess.

It's a human body, it's the village chief, yes!

"But if he has all the sacrifices, will he be resurrected?"

Jiang Wujian hurriedly put away his long sword, picked up the candles and fire folds on the table, and lit the curtains, bedding, and straw mats one by one!

After the tongue of fire completely enveloped the village chief's body, Jiang Wujian set fire to all the cabinets, tables, chairs, and stools!

There is no corpse to die, and the body is burned in flames, so you must be dead!

The flames grew stronger and stronger.

After a while, the screams of the villagers were heard outside.

"It's out of the water! Gone out of the water!! ”

The two people in charge of guarding the courtyard door of the ancestral hall were the first to rush in.

When they saw the blood stains on Jiang Wuji's body and the Tai Chi Sword that had been dyed red, they instantly understood everything.

"No, no disease...... You, you killed the village chief?! ”

"Jiang Wuji! You killed the village chief?! ”

Jiang Wujian shrugged his shoulders and laughed, the flames behind him soared into the sky.

The blood remaining on the sword's body fell drop by drop.

"Jiang Wuji! You are crazy! Are you crazy! ”

"Quick, go call someone, quick!!" The villagers screamed in disarray.

Soon, the villagers rushed over.

And when they were about to put out the fire, Jiang Wujian stopped them.

"Folks, listen to me."

"The village chief is actually an evil cultivator! Whatever sent the plague god is a lie to you! ”

"If you don't believe it, go to the back mountain to take a look, it's definitely not a plague god in it, even if there is something in it, it must be a man-eating evil!"

"There is also an elixir, can it be called an elixir? That's with ......."

"Fart!"

A man with a face full of sores like Gong Shan pointed at Jiang Wuji and scolded: "You deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors!" ”

"The village chief treats you well, but you killed him, and you are still here to confuse the public!"

"Something with a wolf's heart and a dog's lungs!"

"Folks, leave him alone! Fight the fire first! ”

Seeing this, Jiang Wujian didn't say much.

After all, ignorance cannot be awakened.

When I came to the entrance of the village, the small fish with the burden was looking around.

Jiang Wuji took his sister's hand and walked out of the village, "The village chief was killed by me, but when those ignorant villagers come to their senses, they will definitely not pass me, go, leave this ghost place." ”

"Brother......" Jiang Zhiyu paused, his face a little pale.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Wujian asked.

Jiang Zhiyu: "Brother... You, when did you kill the village chief? ”

"At three o'clock in the afternoon, I killed it with my own hands and set it on fire, don't worry, he is dead." Jiang Wujian said.

"But ......"

Jiang Zhiyu: "The village chief came to me just now. ”

"What?!"

Jiang Zhiyu, who glanced at the firelight in the sky, and even his lips were already white, continued.

"When the ancestral hall was on fire, the village chief came to me, and he said, let you go to the back mountain to find him......"

"Gollum"

The sound of swallowing saliva sounded.

Jiang Wujian stared in the direction of the back mountain, his scalp tingling.