After removing the yellow and rough curtains, Jiang Wuji leaned on the bed with a splitting headache.
The village chief sat at the table, moving his hands back and forth, making the mottled medicine grinder rustle.
Back again...
Auntie, she... that female corpse with small feet is on my auntie's body?!
Why is this happening? Why come back at this time!
No, I have to go back, I have to find a way to go back! I can't harm my aunt!
At this time, a violent cough attracted Jiang Wuji's attention.
The village chief was seen holding the edge of the table, coughing out mouthfuls of dirty blood, and his face was much paler than before.
Judging from the appearance of the village chief at this time, it is not an exaggeration to say that he has half his foot in the coffin...
Jiang Wuji: "Master, what's wrong with you?"
The village chief shook his head and said with a wry smile: "I fought with the evil spirit in your body last night. I never thought that this ghost would become a powerful thing and become a very dangerous thing."
"My master was afraid of hurting your body, so I was restricted in everything, so I had no choice but to deal with her. Unexpectedly, I fell into her dirty tricks..."
Hearing this, Jiang Wuji's heart went crazy.
Even the village chief can't deal with such a dangerous thing... So what should I do?!
Jiang Wuji: "Master, now you..."
The village chief spat out the blood froth in his mouth, took a sip of tea, and said, "I won't die yet."
"Wuji..."
"The disciple is here."
"This evil has been temporarily suppressed by my master. When I set up the Taoist magic circle, she will be wiped out!"
"It's just..." The village chief hesitated to speak.
Seeing this, Jiang Wuji bowed and said respectfully: "Master, please speak frankly."
The village chief sighed: "My master is late and his mental strength is not enough. If the great disaster is not eliminated one day and my master becomes a disciple, you can go to Tiandao Temple to find your master Wuwei."
Before Jiang Wuji could speak, the village chief continued: "Don't worry about it."
"Three out of ten people are born, and three out of ten people are born into death. As for people's livelihood, and their actions are all in the place of death, there are also three out of ten. Why? It's the way to live."
"I have heard that those who are good at maintaining their health will not avoid tigers when traveling on land, will not be attacked by armored soldiers when entering the army, will have no horns to throw at them, will have no claws to use on tigers, and will be able to use their blades when soldiers are no where. Why? Why is it that there is no place for death?"
"Life is ordinary, death is extraordinary, destiny is destined and cannot be changed."
"Eliminating demons and becoming immortals is the direction of Taoism."
Jiang Wuji could only understand part of what the village chief said, but he could understand the general meaning.
Therefore, Jiang Wuji could only bow and said, "Disciple, please remember this."
The village chief nodded with a smile and said: "I have no children, so if I die, don't bury me, don't be polite, just make a fire and scatter the ashes in Qingyu Village..."
Jiang Wuji took a deep breath: "Disciple, I will obey my master's orders, but...can I help you in any way?"
The village chief was obviously ready to sacrifice himself to exorcise evil spirits.
It is imperative to solve the female corpse with small feet, she has now affected my aunt!
But in the final analysis, this was Jiang Wuji's business, so it was impossible for him to do nothing.
The village chief took a deep look at Jiang Wuji, stood up and said, "Then I'll teach you how to practice swordsmanship."
Jiang Wuji: "Sword practice?"
The village chief nodded and said: "Regular practice of Tai Chi Sword can clear the meridians. Coupled with the breathing and breathing method taught by my teacher, it can temper the essence and strengthen the body."
"It can also suppress evil spirits and kill demons!"
"When he enters the battle, he will be able to defend himself."
As he spoke, the village chief handed a long sword to Jiang Wuji's hand.
The blade of the sword is sharp, the spine of the sword is clanking, and the sword is inlaid with Tai Chi in the middle. But the strange thing is that this Tai Chi does not have Shaoyin and Shaoyang, which makes it look uncomfortable.
…
The sky was dark with dark clouds.
Thunder is rolling and storm is coming.
In the courtyard outside the ancestral hall, Jiang Wuji was dancing with his sword, his movements extremely stiff.
The village chief held a copper coin sword and demonstrated swordsmanship while giving instructions.
"The collar is empty to support strength, the shoulders are lowered and the elbows are attached, the chest is held and the back is straightened, the waist is loose and the hips are missing."
"Be still and concentrate, breathe in and out freely, and combine Qi and sword into one, this is Tai Chi!"
The village chief's movements gradually sped up, and Jiang Wuji gradually improved from being stiff at the beginning.
"The swords are drawn continuously!"
"Sheath your sword and store up your strength!"
"Although I have no opponent, I am victorious against a strong enemy!"
An old man and a young man, a master and a disciple, were dancing in the courtyard.
Next several days in a row.
Jiang Wuji practiced swordplay during the day and breathed out at night, spending most of his time in the ancestral hall with the village chief.
Progress is rapid.
Xiaoyu took the time to explain it, and there was no problem. Now because of his status as the village chief's disciple, Xiaoyu has become the "powerful one" in the courtyard.
Not to mention other people, even the villagers guarding the courtyard respected Xiaoyu extremely, for fear of offending her.
During this period, I didn't get any fever again, but I couldn't find a way to return to my original world.
Although everything seemed calm and calm at the moment, Jiang Wuji was worried about his aunt's safety all the time.
…
The seemingly peaceful life was broken on the eve of the sacrifice.
That night, the sky seemed to be shattered, accompanied by lightning and thunder, and heavy rain like the Tianhe River bursting its banks.
In the ancestral hall, the master and the apprentice put on their raincoats, and tonight's vomiting session will be temporarily put on hold.
The village chief looked at the rain curtain outside the ancestral hall and let out a long breath.
