From the moment he came in, Wei Fuguang discovered that someone had planted a corpse poison in Jiang Biejie's heart.
Now, the corpse is in a state of necromorphosis.
Judging from years of experience, this is someone artificially refining corpses.
And it’s refining a living corpse!
Refining a living corpse is a method of planting special Gu insects, also called corpse Gu, on living people, and then refining them into combat puppets.
This method is very cruel and cannot be tolerated by heaven.
As far as we know, both the Corpse Refining Sect and the Blood God Sect have similar refining methods.
But whether it was done by the Blood God Sect or the Corpse Refining Sect, I don’t know.
This requires investigation.
Wei Fuguang was angry, but more importantly, he felt heavy.
Both the Blood God Sect and the Corpse Refining Sect are extremely difficult characters to deal with.
Not only is his method cruel and secretive, but more importantly, his sect is powerful and its disciples are scattered.
To capture it not only requires a lot of manpower, but also requires strong strength.
More importantly, no matter whether it is the Corpse Refining Sect or the Blood God Sect, no matter how many conflicts they had with people from the Demon Suppression Department in the past, they would not use people from the Demon Suppression Department to refine corpses.
Now not only were people from the Demon Suppression Department used to refine it, but they were also refined into living corpses!
This move is undoubtedly crazy and extremely provocative.
What made them so bold and willing to go against the entire imperial court was what Wei Fuguang wanted to know.
"Sir, I recently heard that a disciple of the Corpse Refining Sect appeared near Qinghe County. Could this be the work of the Corpse Refining Sect?"
Yue Guangsui said with a solemn expression.
Ji Rong said from the side: "Sir, I think it may be the Blood God Sect. This group of people is not only cruel, but also elusive.
Last month, three deacons of the Purple Blood Pavilion under Lingfeng Hall were assassinated, and then their bodies were stolen. Judging from the traces at the scene, it was someone from the Blood God Sect who did it.
But there has been no further progress in the case so far. This group of people has hidden too deeply. "
Wei Fuguang looked cold and nodded, "Both of them are possible!"
He is the commander of the Demon Town Department in Qinghe County, so he naturally knows these things.
It's just that we don't know much about the details and progress. Many of them are executed by the three copper heavenly guards below.
"The corpse has been refined into someone from the Demon Suppression Department. This matter is not trivial and must be reported..."
Wei Fuguang thought to himself.
"However, before reporting, the cause of Jiang Bieli's death must be investigated."
"But no matter who it is, planting corpse poison on the members of the Demon Suppression Department is a provocation to the Demon Suppression Department and the entire imperial court! In the end, they will surely receive the most severe punishment and the price of blood!"
Wei Fuguang's eyes were fierce.
He took a deep breath and said, "Set up the wood and cremate it immediately!"
Corpse Gu is in the process of transforming into a corpse, and cremating the corpse is the only way to kill it.
"Yes, sir!"
Yue Guangsui and Ji Rong cupped their fists and said.
The two men immediately went out and asked Zhang Hu and others to pile up wood in the courtyard.
After a while, the timber was erected, and Wei Fuguang personally moved Jiang Bielie's body to the timber and lit it.
The fire burned and crackled...
"Farewell, go in peace... I hope you can realize your dreams in the next life."
Wei Fuguang murmured in his heart.
He has two disciples in total.
The eldest disciple had just become the Tongwuwei two years ago and died in the mission.
The second disciple also died before he could become a Bronze Warrior Guard.
Wei Fuguang felt a little sad as he watched Jiang Bielie's body being burned continuously.
Every warrior has a dream of immortality, but unfortunately, for most warriors, this is just a dream.
Even he does.
However, he is still on the way to pursue his dream, while two of his disciples have already dropped out of the competition halfway.
He suddenly felt that he shouldn't accept a disciple.
It was as if he was the nemesis in his disciple's life.
…
…
Wei Fuguang left.
He retained Yue Guangsui and Ji Rong and asked them to fully investigate Jiang Bielie's case.
Jiang Changkong followed Jiang Bielie's last wish and buried his ashes in Nanshan.
In the days that followed, he practiced in the patrol room.
After Wei Fuguang left, Yue Guangsui and Ji Rong also began investigating Jiang Biejie's case.
But these have nothing to do with Jiang Changkong.
He is only at the first level of martial arts, and his strength is too low. He can't do anything to help. He can only look at the door.
But this was what Wei Fuguang ordered before leaving.
Perhaps because of his relationship with his apprentice, he took some care of his apprentice's "nephew".
Jiang Changkong took out nine taels of silver from the pension he received and gave it to Zhang Hu, Zhao Long and Wang Dazhuang respectively as this month's salary.
The three of them received their salaries. Although they were a little greedy for the pension, they did not dare to make mistakes because of Wei Fuguang.
Jiang Changkong first bought a large piece of meat and stewed it. He had a delicious meal to supplement his nutrition.
Then he spent one hundred taels to buy five copies of Zhuangti Powder.
After coming back, I started practicing.
In the courtyard, Jiang Changkong kept waving his sword.
Forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty...
"Huh... sixty-one, one more sword than before."
Jiang Changkong, who was sweating like rain, took a long breath and put away his sword.
At this time, he was exhausted and consumed a lot.
It seems that there is only one more sword than before, but this is based on continuous sword swings, which is equivalent to a breakthrough, and it is still very difficult.
The 61st sword swing was almost supported by will.
Dragging his tired body into the house, he put the Zhuangshen Powder in the bathtub that had been prepared, then took off his clothes and entered.
Running the "Sword Code" technique, the medicinal effect of Zhuang Ti Powder quickly entered his body along with the movement.
The energy-starved cells frantically devoured the medicinal power... It was numb and numb, like the bites of thousands of ants.
But after a while, a refreshing feeling came from inside the body.
When the water in the bathtub became clear and all the medicinal effects disappeared, Jiang Changkong found that his body functions had improved significantly.
Even the fatigue disappeared.
This surprised him greatly.
I didn't expect this Zhuangti Powder to be so effective.
"Twenty taels of silver were not wasted!"
He stood up, put on his clothes and practiced again immediately. He wanted to feel the changes brought about by strengthening his physical body.
A sword was swung out.
One sword, two swords, three swords...
Waves of heat surged through the body.
Soon he surpassed the Sixty-One Sword, and at this time Jiang Changkong felt that he could still continue.
Sixty-two, sixty-three, sixty-four...seventy-six!
Suddenly there were fifteen consecutive sword swings.
This made Jiang Changkong overjoyed.
His current physical body is like a dry river bed, in urgent need of a lot of nutrients.
And under the cultivation according to the "Sword Code", this dry river bed can absorb more nutrients.
Jiang Changkong rested when he was tired, and continued practicing after resting.
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the next day.
Jiang Changkong waved his sword in the yard.
One sword, two swords, three swords...
Seventy swords...eighty swords...ninety swords...ninety-nine swords...one hundred swords!
The goal of swinging the sword a hundred times in a row was finally achieved!
The moment you reach your goal, it feels like some kind of restriction has been lifted, and some kind of accumulation has been achieved.
Buzz~~
A hazy sword suddenly appeared in his mind, and then the sword's heart condensed.
At this time, his understanding of kendo reached a whole new level.
At the same time, you can see through the appearance and the essence of things.
When a sword is swung, he can clearly understand the effect of changes in power and speed on the power of the sword's path.
This allows him to use his power more rationally and exert the maximum effect with the minimum force.
And his eyesight is much stronger than before.
Jiang Changkong was overjoyed.
The sword's heart is clear!
"The effect of Zhuangti Powder is indeed huge!"
To be able to achieve such an achievement so quickly is indispensable to his strong body.
From the previous sixty-one consecutive sword swings to the current one hundred consecutive sword swings, physical strengthening has played a huge role.
"For a warrior, the physical body is indeed the foundation of everything!"
After the physical body was strengthened, his swordsmanship ability was greatly improved, which gave Jiang Changkong a sense of enlightenment.
However, this Zhuangti Powder can only be used once a day, and the current body cannot withstand the continuous impact of the medicine.
…
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
With Zhuang Ti Powder, Jiang Changkong's daily progress can be said to be rapid.
The number of consecutive sword swings increased steadily, reaching the point where he could swing the sword three hundred and fifty times in a row.
After taking a large amount of meat and taking Zhuangshen medicinal bath, his body functions were quickly strengthened.
On the fourth day, after realizing that the medicine was less effective, he simply put two packs of Zhuangti Powder in the bathtub.
Although the effect of the medicine is small, the dosage is large, and the physical strengthening effect is still good.
It's just a bit expensive.
But Jiang Changkong, who had more than one hundred taels of silver in his hands, didn't care.
As long as you can improve your strength, everything else is secondary.
After practicing for a day, Jiang Changkong, who was exhausted, actually fell asleep under the medicinal bath of Zhuang Ti Powder.
Early the next morning, Jiang Changkong woke up and found that he was sleeping in the bathtub.
"I didn't expect that I fell asleep in the bathtub..."
Jiang Changkong shook his head.
He lowered his head and looked at the water in the tub. At this time, the color of the water in the tub had become very pale, which showed that the potency of the medicine was almost gone.
However, after this night, the fatigue all over his body had long since disappeared, replaced by strong energy.
Moreover, after these few days of taking medicinal baths and eating meat, the muscles on his body have grown. Although the muscles are not as bulging as Zhang Hu's, they have clear lines.
His face was rosy and fleshy, and he looked more handsome.
Get up and put on your clothes.
Go into the kitchen and finish all the uneaten meat that was stewed yesterday.
yard.
Jiang Changkong once again entered into swinging his sword.
One sword, two swords, three swords...
…
When you feel tired, rest for a while, and then continue swinging your sword when you feel better.
Jiang Changkong looked determined, sweating like rain, and persevered.
finally.
After swinging the sword again and again, the goal of 10,000 swords was achieved!
At the moment of achievement, the energy and blood in his body were quickly condensed into sword essence. Jiang Changkong felt that all the energy and blood in his body had turned into swords, and countless swords were shuttled through his body.
The sword essence tempers the physical body, and countless impurities are tempered out, and the physical body transforms.
His cultivation level suddenly broke through, and his physical strength skyrocketed.
Second grade martial arts!
After practicing for a month, Jiang Changkong finally transformed from the body-forging realm of the first-grade martial arts to the bone-forging realm of the second-grade martial arts. The newly condensed sword essence began to temper the bones.
Feeling the flow of qi and blood in his body, Jiang Changkong felt a little emotional.
"You are poor in literature and rich in martial arts, but you are honest and can't be bullied by me!"
"Thanks to Jiang's pension, otherwise I would never have been able to break through to the second level of martial arts in four days."
Feeling the surge of power throughout his body, Jiang Changkong's confidence greatly increased.
He believed that even though he had just broken through, with the aid of 'Sword Heart Transparency', he could definitely defeat Zhang Hu, who had reached the mid-to-late stage of the second level of martial arts.
As for Wang Dazhuang's skinny monkey, I'm afraid he can be killed instantly with just one sword.
This is the strong confidence of a swordsman.
In fact, for a swordsman, the level of cultivation is important, but sword skills are also very important.
But Jiang Changkong is not ready to allocate part of his time to practice other sword skills for the time being.
It's not that he doesn't want to work on other sword skills.
According to the requirements of the "Sword Code", you need to perfect the basic swordsmanship before you can learn other more advanced swordsmanship.
There are eighteen basic sword techniques: point, collapse, tease, split, thrust, hold, twist, cut, press, wipe, cut, belt, sweep, chop, and pick.
But to perfect it will take longer than swinging a sword.
Currently, for Jiang Changkong, improving his realm is more important than practicing sword skills.
If you want to become the Black Martial Guard of the Demon Suppression Division, you must first have a third-level martial arts cultivation realm. This is a hard target.
Therefore, he must first improve his realm in the shortest possible time.
After his realm reaches the third level of martial arts, he will take the time to improve his sword skills.
He knew this sequence very clearly.
"Practice some more and go to Qinghe County tomorrow to apply to become a trainee black guard."
In the courtyard, Jiang Changkong's eyes were firm and calm.
Then he swung his sword again and started practicing diligently.
The sword light on the green steel sword shines in the sun.
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…
South Third Street.
The Lanshui River flows slowly in front of the street.
There is a simple tea shed under the big banyan tree by the river.
Zhang Hu, Zhao Long, and Wang Dazhuang are drinking crude herbal tea here.
"Brother Hu, you said Mr. Jiang is Mr. Jiang to all of us. How could Jiang Changkong take Mr. Jiang's large pension as his own?"
Wang Dazhuang stared with bloodshot eyes and said, his thin face full of dissatisfaction.
Zhao Long took a sip of herbal tea, glanced at him, and said lightly: "I called him Second Uncle."
"I can also call you Second Uncle!" Wang Dazhuang frowned and said unconvinced, "Don't call me Second Uncle, you can call me Dad!"
They have inquired about the death of the Demon Suppressor Heiwuwei, and he will receive at least a few hundred taels of pension!
Such a high pension is enough for them to live frugally for ten or twenty years!
But now, all the pensions have been taken away by Jiang Changkong alone. This is so jealous that it is beyond recognition!
"Brother Hu, I, Wang Dazhuang, have nothing to say if you take Mr. Jiang's pension.
Regardless of strength or merit, Brother Hu is the strongest in our patrol team.
But when Jiang Changkong took it away, my king Dazhuang refused to accept it! A hundred dissatisfactions! "
Zhang Hu's face trembled.
Why isn't he jealous? A few hundred taels of silver!
But Jiang Changkong is so awesome! He unexpectedly thought of calling the other person his second uncle before Jiang Bieli died, so that he could inherit this huge inheritance as a matter of course.
He wanted to take this inheritance away, but he didn't dare.
Because he heard that the money was given to Jiang Changkong personally by the commander-in-chief.
I'm afraid that if I capture it, I will lose my life.
He glared at Wang Dazhuang and hummed: "Huh, don't think about these all day long. I called my second uncle and buried Mr. Jiang in Nanshan, fulfilling my promise.
Jiang Changkong deserves this money, so don't worry about it. "
Zhao Long glanced at this tough-headed guy in surprise. He didn't expect that this guy was not stupid.
They are in the patrol team of Nanping Town. They sound famous, but in fact they are just temporary workers and nothing more.
Jiang Changkong happened to be favored by Jiang Bieji. No matter what the purpose of both parties was, it was enough to finally get the approval of the Demon Suppression Division.
To move Jiang Changkong is equivalent to confronting the Demon Suppressing Division, and no one with any brain would do such a thing.
Fortunately, Zhang Hu was still sober and was not instigated by Wang Dazhuang.
"...I'm just complaining for you, Brother Hu."
Wang Dazhuang muttered.
Although he encouraged Zhang Hu, he didn't really understand anything. No matter whether he succeeded or not, he would still be flattered.
After all, he still expected to follow Zhang Hu in Nanping Town.
"Ha, complain for me... Just in time, I'm having a drink with some buddies from Hongxing Martial Arts School tonight, and you can go on patrol tonight."
Zhang Hu stared and curled his lips.
drink wine?
Wang Dazhuang's eyes lit up, "Brother Hu, do you have any girls?"
Girl?
Zhao Long glanced at Wang Dazhuang's thin body, with a hint of disdain on his lips.
This boy's real name is Wang Dazhuang, but his nickname is Wang Houhou.
He wasn't so thin before, but since he fell in love with Widow Wang from Xichang Street, his body has become thinner day by day.
So the nickname "King Monkey" became popular.
Of course, this is only done in the entertainment circle, and ordinary people still don’t dare to scream.
Even if he is a temporary worker in the patrol room, he is still under the command of the Demon Suppression Division. He is in charge of public security. To ordinary people, he is also an "official master". This authority is not just talk.
"You think about girls all day long."
The burly Zhang Hu looked at Wang Dazhuang with contempt.
"There is no plowed land, only exhausted cows! If this continues, sooner or later you will die on the belly of the King's Widow."
"That's better than dying outside!" Wang Dazhuang blurted out with a nonchalant expression.
Zhang Hu and Zhao Long's expressions changed. This unbridled bitch actually alluded to Jiang Bieli.
"You bitch! Shut up!" Zhang Hu yelled.
Wang Dazhuang shrank his head and muttered: "I didn't say anything, just..."
Zhang Hu was afraid that this bitch would say something treacherous again, so he pointed at his nose and said angrily: "If you dare to say another word, believe it or not, I will throw you into the Lanshui River..."
Wang Dazhuang shrank his neck and subconsciously glanced at Lanshui River next to him.
Zhang Hu is a very cool guy, but he can do what he says.
But this didn't seem to matter, but he glared and said hurriedly:
"Look, there's a head there!"
