Head?
Zhang Hu and Zhao Long suddenly turned their heads and looked into the river.
In the river, a human head with loose hair was seen floating in the water, and its pale but somewhat rotten face could be vaguely seen.
Old Xu Tou from the tea stall also saw this scene.
Even though he had seen this kind of thing many times, his expression darkened and his brows furrowed at this moment.
The water for making tea comes from the Lanshui River. Now that rotten human heads have appeared, the water may not be usable for a few days.
It’s not that I’m afraid of the smell.
The water in Lanshui River is flowing, and even if it has a smell, it will flow away quickly.
What's more, it is common for dead pigs and some dead small animals to be found in the Lanshui River.
It's not unusual for someone to die.
Someone died a month ago near Linghua Street upstream.
I don't know if he was drowned or died of drowning. After the county government came over, the matter was dropped.
Old Xutou didn't care about these things. What he was worried about was that after the matter spread, no one would drink the tea he brewed, which would affect his business.
Although he earns little money from tea, it is the only source of income for him and his wife.
Zhang Hu was shocked when he saw the human head in the river below, and immediately said: "Da Zhuang, go down and fish it out!"
"Huh? Me?" Wang Dazhuang's face twitched and he immediately grimaced.
"It's not you, is it me?"
Zhang Hu clenched his fists, glared and snorted.
Wang Dazhuang winced when he saw Zhang Hu holding a casserole-sized fist with veins popping out.
He was really afraid that this stupid guy would hit his head with his fist. After all, Zhang Hu, a turtle grandson, had done this before.
Wang Dazhuang glanced at Zhao Long, but when he saw Zhao Long's half-smiling face, Wang Dazhuang swallowed his words again.
This guy is not a good guy, he is very insidious!
I, Wang Dazhuang, am the only one who is upright and aboveboard... Sigh~ How could I collude with these two things?
Wang Dazhuang had no choice but to take off his coat and jump into the river wearing only his underpants and swim up to the person's head.
A fishy smell rushed into his nostrils very clearly, almost making him vomit out the tea he just drank.
But thinking that the tea I just drank was probably boiled with water from the Lanshui River, I felt even more disgusted.
"Oh no, I will never drink Lao Xutou's tea again!"
Wang Dazhuang endured his nausea and grabbed the hair of the head and swam towards the shore.
With the arrival of Wang Dazhuang, the fishy smell became even stronger.
The main reason is that the head is severely rotten.
Fortunately, Zhao Long found a piece of blue cloth and asked Wang Dazhuang to wrap the head in the water and then lift it up.
Otherwise, some of the carrion on it may fall from the head.
Although the head is rotten, some features suggest that it is a woman.
However, they can only barely distinguish this. If they go further, such as age, true appearance, etc., then they don't know.
Seeing Wang Dazhuang put on his clothes, Zhang Hu said: "Dazhuang, take your hand and take the head back to the patrol room, and wait for Mr. Ji Rong to come back to investigate."
Wang Dazhuang rolled his eyes, but when he saw Zhang Hu's burly head and thick fists, he let out a sigh of relief.
But Zhang Hu's next words made his unhappiness disappear.
"Come and drink with me tonight to get rid of bad luck."
"Okay!"
Wang Dazhuang happily lifted the head, and the three of them walked quickly towards the patrol room.
…
Patrol room.
In the courtyard, Jiang Changkong was still wielding his sword.
No distractions.
Because at this moment, he felt that he had reached a certain critical moment in swinging his sword.
This feeling is mysterious and mysterious.
...The 496th Sword!
The 497th sword!
The 498th sword!
The 499th sword!
The 500th sword!
Buzz——
As his 500th sword was fully swung, it was as if some kind of shackles had been opened, and a surge of sword intent burst out from his body.
The whole person seems to have turned into a sharp sword, with its edge clearly visible!
Zhang Hu, Zhao Long and Wang Dazhuang, who happened to be back, had just arrived outside the courtyard gate when they felt a sharp edge suddenly erupted in the courtyard.
The three of them felt their bodies being stabbed by countless swords, and they were suddenly frightened, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
Fortunately, this sword intent lasted only a few breaths before disappearing.
The three of them opened their mouths and kept breathing. The sharpness just now was like a thousand swords piercing the heart, making the three of them almost suffocate.
"What's going on? I saw countless swords!"
Wang Dazhuang stared and said with a pale face, "It's so scary, I feel like I was almost killed!"
Zhang Hu and Zhao Long didn't speak, but the frightened expressions on their faces betrayed them.
They were scared just now.
At this moment, the courtyard door was opened, and Jiang Changkong, holding a sword, stood at the door with a smile.
Just after he understood the sword's intention, he discovered that the range covered by the sword's intention was the range he could 'see'.
The sword intention can be understood as an extension of his will.
It currently has a radius of almost twenty meters.
Within a radius of twenty meters, he can clearly 'see' anyone.
The performance of the three people outside the door just now fell into his 'eyes'.
Seeing Jiang Changkong and feeling the aura of sword intent that had not dissipated from Jiang Changkong's body, no matter how stupid the three of them were, they knew that the extremely sharp edge just now was closely related to Jiang Changkong.
Zhang Hu is the strongest among the three, and his perception is also the strongest among the three.
He could tell at a glance that Jiang Changkong had become different.
Strictly speaking, he discovered that Jiang Changkong had made a breakthrough!
"You... broke through?"
Zhang Hu asked with his eyes widened in disbelief.
He still knew what Jiang Changkong's talent was.
Given Jiang Changkong's martial arts foundation, it would take at least two or three more years of practice to break through.
The first level of martial arts is the first stage of martial arts. It looks simple, but it is the foundation. If the foundation is not strong, there is no way to break through.
But now Jiang Changkong has made a breakthrough in such a short period of time!
Obviously, this should be related to receiving Jiang's separation pension.
With the money, I bought Zhuangti Powder and strengthened my foundation... That's why I broke through to the second level of martial arts so quickly.
But what he didn't expect the most was that Jiang Changkong's achievements in swordsmanship were so terrifying and intimidating!
With his strength at the mid-to-late stage of the second level of martial arts, he just felt like he had no control over his life, as if Jiang Changkong could kill him with just a few moves.
Zhang Hu was both envious and shocked.
Zhao Long and Wang Dazhuang also stared in surprise.
Zhang Hu's inquiry should be consistent, but the two of them were still in disbelief.
Especially Wang Dazhuang, who had just broken through to the second level of martial arts three months ago, and knew how difficult it was to build a solid foundation in the body-forging realm.
Jiang Changkong, who was extremely thin and malnourished, was far inferior to him. How could he break through in such a short period of time?
Wang Dazhuang shook his lips and asked, "Did you really make a breakthrough?"
Jiang Changkong didn't hide anything from the three of them. He smiled slightly, nodded and said, "Not bad, we just broke through."
Hearing that Jiang Changkong personally admitted that he had broken through to the second level of martial arts, although the three of them had guessed it, they still couldn't help but shrink their pupils severely.
really!
He really broke through!
And the strength after the breakthrough is stronger than the average second-level martial arts!
The countless rays of sword intent just now made them feel like they were falling into an ice cellar, feeling that they could be killed by the opponent at any time and at any time.
This is absolutely terrible!
At this moment, the three of them had repositioned Jiang Changkong's status.
In this world, status is always linked to strength.
While several people were talking, the smell of the thing in Wang Dazhuang's hand finally filled the air.
Jiang Changkong's expression suddenly changed, he stepped back a few steps, covered his nose and asked, "It stinks so much? What is it?"
Seeing Jiang Changkong retreating quickly, the three of them came to their senses.
Wang Dazhuang lifted the blue cloth package in his hand and said, "The head... well, it's a bit rotten."
"Would you like to take a look?"
"dont see!"
Jiang Changkong immediately refused.
Yeah, what's there to see in a rotten head? Why did you bring it back? Didn’t you know this thing stinks?
Zhang Hu said to Wang Dazhuang: "Don't make trouble, take it to the dungeon to freeze, and wait for Master Ji to come back to make a decision."
Jiang Bieli died and there was no one to manage Nanping Town. When Wei Fuguang left, he asked Ji Rong to temporarily manage it and became the temporary person in charge of them.
Ji Rong needs to be the judge of everything that happens in Nanping Town.
But Ji Rong and Yue Guangsui left to investigate the cause of Jiang Biele's death.
So, if you have anything to do, you can only wait for him to come back.
"yes."
Wang Dazhuang immediately entered the backyard and went down to the dungeon.
"Where did the head come from?"
Jiang Changkong asked curiously.
"Fetched from Lanshui River." Zhang Hu said.
Perhaps because he saw Jiang Changkong's strength, Zhang Hu also specifically mentioned the previous situation, "That's it, at that time..."
This scene moved Zhao Long's heart.
Zhang Hu would never have been so polite to Jiang Changkong in the past.
Just because he saw Jiang Changkong's strength, his attitude suddenly took a 180-degree turn. This man... is so realistic!
Zhao Long immediately put on a smile, took over Zhang Hu's words and said, "Yes, we were drinking herbal tea at Lao Xutou's place..."
Then he told what happened in detail and vividly.
Jiang Changkong, a man of two generations, could not see the change in the attitude of the three people.
I can't help but sigh in my heart. Sure enough, only those who live at the bottom know how to survive.
All face and self-esteem are bullshit.
For them, survival comes first at all times.
If he hadn't known that he had been recognized by the commander of the Demon Suppression Division, if it hadn't been for the sudden increase in his strength, surpassing them.
It was impossible for him to safely use Jiang Bielie's pension.
He won't even get their respect.
this is the truth.
Jiang Changkong didn't care either.
This is the way of life for people living at the bottom, and it is also human nature. It has nothing to do with right or wrong.
The three people put the heads in the dungeon to freeze and left again.
They all knew that Jiang Changkong still wanted to practice, so no one asked Jiang Changkong to go on patrol together.
Jiang Changkong straightened his clothes, opened the door and left the yard.
…
…
More than half an hour later, Jiang Changkong came back.
He was holding a small bag in his hand, which contained four packages of Zhuangti Powder.
It's just that these four packs of Zhuangti Powder are different from the previous Zhuangti Powder. They are intermediate Zhuangti Powder, and one pack costs fifty taels of silver.
Four packs is two hundred taels.
Jiang Changkong didn't have that much silver at all. After excluding the nine taels of silver from Zhang Hu and the others, as well as the expenses of the past few days, there was only a total of one hundred and eighty-two taels left.
In the end, they bargained and bought four packages for forty-five taels of silver each, which was exactly one hundred and eighty taels.
At this point, his pocket once returned to before liberation, and he became a poor man again.
But Jiang Changkong didn't care either.
After all the gold is gone, as long as the strength is improved, are you still afraid that you will not be able to find a way to get money?
He waved his sword in the courtyard again.
At night, Jiang Changkong, who was exhausted, ate the last large bowl of meat in the pot.
Feeling the flow of Qi and blood in his body, his face was filled with relief.
At the end of the day, he swung his sword nearly 1,500 times. At this speed and based on the tempering condition of his body, he felt that it would only take half a month to break through.
It is even possible that this time will be advanced again.
Because he now has four packs of intermediate Zhuang Body Powder.
As the physical body is strengthened, the number of times the sword can be swung will gradually increase.
As the number of swings of the sword increases, the sword essence in the body is constantly tempering the bones and body, which will make the physical fitness stronger and stronger.
This creates a virtuous cycle.
In the tub.
Jiang Changkong poured the intermediate Zhuang Body Powder and the water turned green.
He took off his clothes, entered the bathtub, and started to use the "Sword Code" technique to absorb the liquid.
The tired body cells are hungry for this energy...
An hour passed in the blink of an eye.
The color of the liquid in the bathtub became lighter, and the energy was basically swallowed up.
With all his fatigue gone, Jiang Changkong stood up happily.
I took a shower and rested immediately.
In cultivation, you also need to pay attention to one moment and one moment of relaxation, so that you can get twice the result with half the effort.
A night of silence.
Jiang Changkong got up early the next morning when it was dark.
After a brief wash, he waved his sword again.
The qi and blood in the body are constantly turning into sword elements, rolling around, tempering the body...
After the sun came up, he stopped.
Went out for breakfast.
After coming back, he said hello to Zhang Hu and the other three, and then rode to the Qinghe County Demon Division.
