What?
Is there such a good thing?
Jiang Changkong's body trembled.
However, all the walls of the house were bare, and even the quilt and bed board were stolen by thieves, leaving only a bed frame, so I couldn't sleep on it.
"This...may not be possible."
Jiang Changkong turned his face, looked at the pretty imperial sister who was very close at hand, and said apologetically.
Sister Yu glanced at the two corpses on the ground and said nervously: "I'm scared alone."
She pulled Jiang Changkong and leaned against Jiang Changkong, her delicate body trembling slightly.
"I don't have a quilt or bed board there," Jiang Changkong said.
"It's okay to sit on the ground!" Sister Yu said without hesitation, "As long as it's not here."
This woman is really scared... Jiang Changkong understood, nodded, and said: "Then... let's go to my side."
"Thank you Changkong."
Sister Yu quickly thanked her.
Put on your shoes, lock your door, and follow Jiang Changkong into Jiang Changkong's home.
Jiang Changkong knew that Yu Niang's quilt could not be taken over. If someone saw it, it would have an impact on Yu Niang's reputation.
The two sat down in the living room.
Yu Niang pulled up a chair and sat down next to Jiang Changkong.
It seems that this is the only way to feel safe.
The two sat in silence.
Sister Yu just sat there, but Jiang Changkong was not idle.
The first thing he did was to enter the sword canon space with his mind and consume the two newly acquired white light points to improve his basic sword skills.
He can improve his cultivation through the special training method of sword swinging.
However, practicing basic swordsmanship requires a long period of accumulation, which is not as fast as improving the practice of Phantom.
On the golden sword book, after swallowing two spots of light, the shadow seemed to have taken a stimulant and kept drawing out the sword, dazzled.
Split, sweep, cross, wipe, tease, chop, cut, block, return, stab...
One sword and one style, extremely standard.
Gradually, Xuying began to connect these simplest sword techniques.
The sword was swung faster and faster, and various basic sword techniques began to be interspersed and combined with each other, becoming more and more proficient and intensive...
Countless insights poured into Jiang Changkong's mind,
While Xu Ying was practicing, all his insights were transformed into his body memory.
It was as if he was practicing day and night.
The sword light became more and more dense, and finally only a dense sword light was seen.
The random combination of swordsmanship is like nature, and the sword light is like flowing clouds and flowing water, swaying freely.
At this moment, basic swordsmanship is complete!
The sword light became denser and faster, and the sword light was like a bright galaxy.
Suddenly, the scene changed.
A flash of sword light fell from the sky, and the bright stars disappeared.
Instead, a sharp sword light cut through the void.
Then, the sword technique changed again, turning into a continuous spring breeze and drizzle. The rain was thick and dense. The rainwater gathered and turned into a long rolling river and turned into a stormy wave.
The whole process was smooth and flawless.
Basic swordsmanship is perfect!
The shadow was still dancing with the sword, and Jiang Changkong and the shadow merged into one.
The sword technique is continuous, like silk like rain, like mist like smoke.
The shadow has merged with the sword, the human sword has become one, and the sword light is endless.
The continuous sword light gathered into a majestic heavy rain, and then transformed into a dazzling sun. After the blazing sun exploded, it turned into a crescent moon... Various sword techniques can be switched at will, and the changes are free and endless.
At this point, the basic swordsmanship is superb!
Countless insights flowed in Jiang Changkong's heart and everywhere in his body, imprinting them deeply into every cell.
Xuying stopped practicing his sword.
Jiang Changkong also woke up from his realization.
Then he stood up.
As soon as he stood up, Yu Niang grabbed his arm and asked nervously: "You, what are you doing?"
"Don't be nervous, I'll go practice swordplay in the yard."
Jiang Changkong said.
Practicing swordplay in the middle of the night?
Yu Niang was stunned, so diligent?
Then let go of him.
Jiang Changkong walked to the yard and started practicing sword practice.
Start practicing with one sword and one stance at the beginning, and then start to combine them with each other.
The sword's light was like a star, gradually turning into a galaxy.
Transformed into a glaring sun...
It turned into heavy rain and turbulent waves.
The swordsmanship can be combined at will, like the stroke of an antelope hanging its horns, or like the rolling sea of clouds, the changes are endless.
The sword skills are random and endless.
As he continued to draw his sword, Jiang Changkong felt that all his swordsmanship insights had been imprinted on every cell in his body, and could be easily accessed anytime and anywhere.
I couldn't help but feel overjoyed.
He knows very well that although his realm has not improved at all, his strength is not a little bit stronger than before.
It only takes one sword strike to defeat his previous self.
At this moment, the golden "Sword Code" that had been silent until now suddenly opened a page.
Three large golden characters like sharp swords appeared on it: Sword Drawing Technique.
Then, a torrent of information emerged in Jiang Changkong's mind...
Jiang Changkong's eyes flashed with realization.
The sword-drawing technique requires the understanding of kendo to reach a whole new level.
It is required that the basic swordsmanship must be practiced to the point of perfection, otherwise the essence cannot be understood.
In other words, if you cannot practice basic swordsmanship to a superb stage, you will never be able to trigger this swordsmanship.
"Fortunately, I used the white light point to practice the basic sword technique and practice it to perfection. Otherwise, if I practiced it by myself, it would probably take a long time to trigger this sword technique and miss the earlier opportunity to improve my strength."
"I really have foresight!"
Jiang Changkong's lips curved into a smile.
This trick is not complicated, the important thing is: fast! ruthless! allow!
The sword can be drawn to kill, but the one who returns it to the sheath is dead.
But the requirements for energy and spirit are extremely high.
He tried to start practicing according to the training method given to him by the "Sword Code".
Draw the sword, draw the sword, sheath it...
Eight times in a row.
Jiang Changkong felt as if his whole body had been hollowed out.
However, when drawing the sword, he could clearly feel the terrifying power of the sword drawing technique.
When the sword comes out, it looks like it has the power to penetrate mountains and rivers.
"It's better to improve your realm first."
Jiang Changkong thought.
"As the realm increases, the physical body will become correspondingly stronger, and it will be easier to practice the sword-drawing technique."
However, I had just performed the Sword Drawing Technique eight times in a row, and my body was exhausted, so I had better wait to rest before practicing.
Back in the room, Yu Niang looked at Jiang Changkong with admiration.
"The sky is so powerful!"
Jiang Changkong smiled lightly and sat down next to her.
The beauty was by his side, and the fragrance was astonishing, but he didn't know if he was too tired from practicing the sword-drawing technique. At this time, a sleepiness hit his heart, and it became stronger and stronger, and he fell asleep in the blink of an eye.
When Jiang Changkong woke up, the sky was already slightly bright.
When he found that he was the only one left, he suddenly looked slightly startled.
Where is Yu Niang?
He was about to get up, but at this moment, he found something hard in his arms.
He reached into his arms and took it out. It turned out to be a purple-gold metal plate with patterns engraved on it.
But only half.
There is one word written on it: ancient.
There is a perforation at the top.
What's this?
Pendant?
Jiang Changkong was a little strange.
He doesn't have this thing himself.
Could it be...Yu Niang's?
He picked it up and sniffed it under his nose. There was a vague smell that was the same as when Yu Niang pounced on him last night.
This is basically certain that it belongs to Yu Niang.
But, how could Yu Niang’s things be in his arms?
Jiang Changkong shook his head.
Stand up, climb over the wall and enter Yu Niang's house.
At this time, the bodies of Jiang Yiqiang and his mother were gone in the yard.
The blood stains on the ground also disappeared completely.
this? Did Yu Niang clean it up?
But wasn't she afraid of corpses?
And it was so clean.
Jiang Changkong sensed something fishy and quickly walked into the kitchen and found that the kitchen knife Jiang Yiqiang used last night was neatly placed next to the chopping board.
There are some chicken racks and half a pot of shredded chicken in the pot on the table.
The floor is clean and everything is in order.
Jiang Changkong's eyes flashed slightly, thoughtfully.
He had some vague guesses.
"Let's go to the noodle shop first."
Then he climbed over the wall and entered his home.
He put away the original portraits of his parents, locked the door, and then headed towards Jiang Ji Noodle House.
But when I arrived at the noodle shop, I found that the door of the noodle shop was locked, and my guess was basically confirmed.
Sister Yu, let’s go!
Don't know how to get there.
I don’t know whether he left on his own or was picked up by someone.
"It's better to go, so as not to be frightened."
Jiang Changkong glanced at the guise of Jiang Ji Noodle House.
Then he walked towards the patrol room.
…
…
Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and Jiang Changkong continued to practice swinging his sword day and night.
He used up all four packets of intermediate body strengthening powder.
Under the diligent and continuous swing of the sword, Jian Yuan continued to temper his body and bones.
Now the strength of the body has reached a very high level.
Jiang Changkong felt that the physical body tempered by Jian Yuan was much stronger than the physical bodies of ordinary warriors like Zhang Hu.
The most direct manifestation is the increase in strength and endurance.
Increased physical strength means more sword swings.
Now at the end of the day, the number of sword swings has reached more than 2,300.
Depending on the tempering conditions of the bones and body in the body, at this rate, it will take up to seven or eight days to break through to the third level of martial arts.
This is a huge improvement.
However, Jiang Changkong felt that this time could be shortened because he still had a bone-strengthening pill that he had not taken.
On the morning of the fourth day, after swinging the sword a thousand times and completely consuming the body-strengthening energy from last night, Jiang Changkong took the bone-strengthening pill that he had prepared.
The elixir exploded in the body.
Then he immediately started to run the "Sword Code" and started swinging the sword.
The surging sword energy tempers the whole body, and the medicinal power continuously penetrates into the bones.
Jiang Changkong felt that his bones were obviously being strengthened.
Swinging the sword again and again, strengthening again and again...
It is worthy of being called the Bone Strengthening Pill. It is dozens of times more effective in tempering bones than the Strengthening Body Powder.
The power of the "Sword Code" technique also emerged at this time.
Under the continuous tempering of the sword essence, the physical body becomes stronger and stronger, and the tempering effect of swinging the sword becomes more and more obvious, forming a virtuous cycle.
At the end of the day, Jiang Changkong's sword swings reached three thousand.
Jiang Changkong was very satisfied with this.
According to the current tempering situation of the body and bones, it is estimated that in three or four days, he will be able to step into the third level of martial arts, and then he can become the official Black Martial Guard of the Demon Suppression Division.
Such rapid progress made Jiang Changkong more and more certain that "Sword Code" was a top-notch technique.
He even suspected that it was an immortal magic.
Otherwise, how could cultivation be so fast?
Put away your sword and wash yourself.
Put on a pair of clean clothes and leave the room.
He glanced at the horizon.
At this time, the sunset has already set, the afterglow of dusk is gradually receding, and the earth is slowly dimming.
Jiang Changkong was a little confused.
Usually at this time, the guard Liu An should have delivered the meal, but so far there has been no movement.
"What the hell is this kid doing?"
Jiang Changkong was about to go to the canteen to have a look in person.
But just as he stepped out the door, the guard Hu Er ran over in a panic.
"My lord, something is wrong! Liu An is dead!"
Um?
Jiang Changkong was stunned.
He was fine at noon, why did he die?
But the next moment, he realized something was wrong.
As Hu Er ran quickly, a faint stench emanated from Hu Er's body.
Jiang Changkong frowned a little.
This stench is somewhat familiar...
His expression suddenly changed, and he remembered that it was the rotten human head brought back by Wang Dazhuang and his three men a few days ago. It smelled like this at the time!
The human head was frozen in the dungeon. Why does Hu Er smell like a human head?
Besides, Hu Er in this kitchen is not on duty in the dungeon.
Jiang Changkong turned his sword and his heart became bright, and he stared at Hu Er who was running towards him.
At this time, under the clear light of the sword's heart, he saw that Hu Er had changed into another person.
It was not the panic look that he saw at all, but his face was numb, his skin was pale and bloodless, and his face was covered in sores, as if it had been rotting for a long time.
A vague shadow was also seen outside Hu Er's body, clinging to Hu Er's body with open teeth and claws.
Jiang Changkong was shocked.
Weird!
Then he slashed out with a sword, and the sword intent instantly attached to it.
Hu Er's body was instantly cut in half from head to toe.
Then it quickly turned into a puddle of yellow water.
It can be seen that Hu Er's body is actually gone, it is just a strange condensed thing.
Hu Er died, and a white light point appeared in the sword code space.
He felt that this white light spot seemed a little bigger than the white light spot that killed Jiang Yiqiang last night.
However, this is not the point.
The point is that he has now completely determined that as long as he kills Weird, this kind of energy light spot will appear.
This surprised him greatly.
"This Hu Er's body has the stench of dungeon heads. He has obviously been in the dungeon, and that's why it became weird."
"So are there any other weird things in the patrol room?"
Jiang Changkong's eyes flashed slightly,
Then he picked up his sword and quickly walked towards the cafeteria.
But when I got to the cafeteria, I found that the taste here was normal.
The food is still cooking in the pot, and the aroma is rich.
I didn't see anything weird, and I didn't see Liu An either.
"Is it in the dungeon?"
Jiang Changkong immediately walked quickly towards the dungeon.
The dungeon is in the backyard.
After walking through the long corridor, he turned a corner and soon reached the door of the dungeon.
The dungeon door is closed.
Pushing open the heavy door, a cold breath hit my face, along with the familiar rotten smell just now.
Jiang Changkong frowned slightly.
Even in the cold atmosphere, it still couldn't hide the pungent smell of decay.
Take a step forward and quicken your pace.
When we arrived below, we soon saw two hunched figures, who seemed to have been drained of energy.
Feeling someone coming down, the two slowly turned their heads.
Sure enough, one is Liu An and the other is the dungeon guard.
When the two saw Jiang Changkong, they looked a little panicked, and quickly clasped their fists and saluted: "Master Jiang!"
Jiang Changkong looked at it intently. Under the bright light of the sword's heart, both of them were the same as Hu Er before. Their faces were pale and rotten, without blood, as if they had been soaked in water.
The strong rancid smell emanates from them.
Both of them had faint shadows attached to their bodies, with their teeth and claws showing, like ghosts.
Obviously, the two of them, like Hu Er before them, have become weird.
Jiang Changkong sighed slightly, "It's easy for you two to go."
Then he raised his hand, the sword flashed, and the two of them were cut in half instantly.
The two corpses quickly turned into a puddle of yellow water with a strong rotten smell.
Two light spots appeared in the sword code space.
Jiang Changkong looked around the dungeon and found that the place where the heads had been placed was empty, and he couldn't help but frown.
"In one afternoon, three people became strange. It can be seen that the head has a strange origin. But now the head is missing... Can the head fly away on its own?"
Jiang Changkong looked around with his eyes like swords.
But in the end nothing was found.
He suddenly thought that there was a phantom attached to the three of them with teeth and claws.
"Or... the heads have actually turned into weird shapes and split into three parts, attached to the three of them, but they have been killed by me?"
This possibility...is indeed possible.
But there are also other possibilities.
After all, weirdness itself is inconsistent with common sense, and it is difficult to deduce it using conventional thinking.
Jiang Changkong no longer worries about this.
Turn around and go up.
It stinks here!
The whereabouts of the heads here will be left to Zhang Hu and the others to deal with.
Originally, Wei Fuguang had said that the matter of heads would be left to Ji Rong.
But since Ji Rong and Yue Guangsui went to investigate the cause of Jiang Bieli's death, they haven't come back yet.
Jiang Changkong didn't know if Ji Rong knew about this.
But he didn't care too much. Anyway, Wei Fuguang said that Ji Rong would take over the matter of rotting heads, and he only needed to be responsible for practicing at the base camp of Nanping Town Patrol House.
After returning to the yard, the first thing to do is to consume all three light points to improve the sword drawing skills.
Above the sword canon, phantoms kept drawing swords, drawing swords, and sheathing swords...
The insights of the sword-drawing technique flooded into my heart, and the insights of the sword-drawing technique were received and imprinted on every part of my body.
In the blink of an eye, the phantom training was over.
Jiang Changkong had a smile on his face.
Master the art of drawing swords!
He looked at a huge sword-testing stone ten meters ahead.
Holding the hilt of the sword, the sword intention surged in his body.
Draw the sword!
Clang!
There was a sound of sword sound.
There was a flash of sword light, and the green steel sword was turned back into its sheath.
But a piece of the sword-testing stone was chopped off, and the cut was as smooth as a mirror.
Because the speed was so fast, it was almost impossible to see that he was drawing the sword during the whole process, but the power was very obvious.
Jiang Changkong was overjoyed.
Although he had just broken through to the third level of martial arts, he felt confident to fight against the fourth level of martial arts with his small sword drawing skills and entry-level sword intention.
There is even a chance to kill the opponent with one move.
This is the strong self-confidence that comes with improved strength.
Wash your hands and go to the cafeteria to eat.
Just after finishing eating, Zhang Hu and the others happened to come back.
As soon as the three came back, Jiang Changkong smelled the smell of alcohol on the three of them.
"You three are so happy. Have you gone drinking?"
Jiang Changkong put down his bowls and chopsticks and said with a smile.
"A few friends from the martial arts school insisted on having a drink together, and they couldn't refuse. So we had a few drinks."
Zhang Hu said with an embarrassed smile.
"By the way, sir, why are you here alone?"
As he spoke, he looked around.
"Where are Hu Er and Liu An?"
"died."
Jiang Changkong stood up, wiped his mouth, and said lightly.
"Dead?" Zhang Hu was stunned, "Sir... Jiang, are you kidding me?"
Zhao Long and Wang Dazhuang also looked at Jiang Changkong in surprise.
Especially Wang Dazhuang.
Liu An was introduced by him, and he was also a distant cousin of his.
If something happens, it will be difficult to explain to the family later.
Jiang Changkong looked at the three of them and said, "I killed all three of them myself. How can this be false?"
Killed three people!
Zhang Hu, Zhao Long, and Wang Dazhuang saw that Jiang Changkong looked serious, and it didn't look like he was joking.
Only then did I realize that it was true, and my heart suddenly sank.
"Sir, what's going on?"
Wang Dazhuang asked hurriedly.
It concerns Liu An and himself. He is more anxious than anyone else.
Jiang Changkong told what happened.
"That head is... weird!!!"
All three were shocked.
Especially Wang Dazhuang, his face turned pale with fright.
He found the head, he fished it out from the water, he brought it back to the patrol house, and he sent it to the dungeon.
He was alone and intimate throughout the whole process.
Now, Hu Er, Liu An and the dungeon guard who had been in contact with the human head all turned into strange things, but now the human head was missing. He always felt that bad luck was about to befall him.
"Sir, will this weird thing attack me?"
Wang Dazhuang looked horrified and said with trembling lips.
Jiang Changkong looked at him looking like he was hollowed out, smiled and comforted: "You don't even have any flesh on your body, so it shouldn't be possible.
Besides, I have killed the three of them into weird creatures, and their heads are gone, which means that the weird thing about human heads has disappeared. Don't scare yourself. "
"Okay, Zhang Hu, you can find a few more people to take their positions tomorrow. The patrol room cannot be short of people."
"Yes, sir."
Zhang Hu responded with cupped fists.
Jiang Changkong stood up and left.
Wang Dazhuang did not feel relaxed as Jiang Changkong comforted him.
He looked at Zhang Hu and Zhao Long and said fearfully: "Do you think... will this weirdo like me?"
"What do you like about you? Are you stupid?"
Zhang Hu looked disdainful and sneered, "Master Jiang is right, it's just the bean sprouts you have, so don't be too sentimental to scare yourself."
If it were normal times, Wang Dazhuang would definitely turn his face and refute it.
It's a matter of a man's face, being called a bean sprout...can you bear this?
But now, he suddenly felt that the bean sprouts seemed good. For the first time, he felt that the bean sprouts seemed safe.
He turned to look at Zhao Long, "Old Zhao... do you think so too?"
Zhao Long's face twitched slightly, he suppressed a smile, nodded and said seriously: "I think so."
"call--"
Wang Dazhuang let out a sigh of relief.
"That's good!"
All three of them confirmed that he would be fine, so... he would probably be fine.
Only then did he relax.
