Late at night, Lin Ji sat cross-legged on the bed.
The spiritual energy is constantly flowing through his limbs and bones, and every time it travels for a week, it will become stronger.
What he practices is Jian Tiansi's technique "Hao Qi Jue", which was the training method of the director of Jian Tiansi when the Qin Dynasty was founded.
The first generation leader was selfless and announced this exercise as the public exercise of Supervisor Tiansi. As long as you have made a contribution to Supervisor Tiansi, you can apply to practice it, so that the demons and monsters in the world will not dare to wreak havoc anymore.
It is the stability of the Qin Dynasty.
The reason why Lin Ji happily joined Supervisor Tiansi in the first place was partly to practice Kung Fu.
The first generation leader is a strong man in the eighth realm of Tao Cheng, which means that this Hao Qi Jue can directly point to the eighth realm, which is already a rare and advanced technique.
But precisely because of this, this technique is extremely difficult to practice. Looking at the huge Jian Tiansi, many people would rather choose a weaker technique than the Hao Qi Jue.
Entry is too slow.
But this problem is not a problem for Lin Ji.
Two hours later, Lin Ji finally suppressed the restless aura in his Dantian.
"This practice alone is enough to match my two months of step-by-step progress." Lin Ji thought to himself.
In the past, after the Book of Cause and Effect slayed demons and eliminated demons, there would be progress in cultivation, but it would never be as rapid as this time.
After all, there was no bottleneck in Lin Ji's cultivation, so it was naturally impossible for him to improve his cultivation level out of thin air.
"What on earth did the Taoist priest do..."
Lin Ji knew very well that the people who died in vain at Minghua Tower yesterday were definitely just the tip of the iceberg of Taoist priests' evil deeds. Otherwise, the progress of cultivation this time would not have been so exaggerated.
After thinking for a moment, Lin Ji couldn't figure it out either.
Everyone was dead anyway, so he didn't bother to think about it anymore.
Outside the window, the night has quietly left.
A flash of brightness from the east shrouded Qingyang County.
"If nothing happens, the gift from heaven will appear today. What will it be?"
In a good mood, Lin Ji rarely changed into the clothes of a head catcher, carried a sword, and walked out of his small courtyard.
But this good mood was soon broken.
Lin Ji stood in front of Li's sesame cake shop with a dark face.
"You know I'm in the county, why don't you leave two for me?"
"Please come early tomorrow. The stall is closed today." Lao Li put away the stove and closed the shop door in front of Lin Ji.
Helpless, Lin Ji could only go elsewhere to find some breakfast, and within a few steps he met Lu Cong who was patrolling the street.
In fact, demon hunters don't have to patrol the streets, they can just leave such trivial matters to ordinary policemen like Song Er.
But Lu Cong has a restless temper.
Apart from eating, I love shopping.
Lin Ji had told him several times, but Lu Cong turned a deaf ear and walked on the street on time every day. After a few times, Lin Ji stopped talking.
It's better to hang out than to throw your money in gambling stalls.
"Boss, what shall we have for lunch today?" Lu Cong asked.
"Look up at the sky." Lin Ji looked worried.
Lu Cong looked up and couldn't figure out why. He scratched his head and asked, "There is nothing in the sky."
"Look east."
"There is only the sun in the east."
Lin Ji slapped Lu Cong on the back of the head.
"The sun has just come out and it's not bright yet. Are you thinking about what to eat for lunch?"
"Hehe." Lu Cong smiled sheepishly.
The two of them walked around the county together.
In half an hour, their hands were filled with all kinds of food.
Fruit pastries, meat cakes, tea eggs, etc.
They are all obtained from street vendors.
They didn't even dare to ask for money from the county, and they said that Qingyang was a good place and that the official officials wouldn't bully common people like them.
"Boss, it's a good job to be a police officer." Lu Cong took a bite of meat pie and his mouth was full of oil. "You don't have to pay for food."
"This is nothing to us. Only when you go to other places will you know what it means to be a bad official."
"Dog officer?"
"You can do bad things by eating and taking cards." Lin Ji said casually, "Do you know why Song Da from the Hutou Gang gives us a filial piety of silver every month?"
"Why?"
"Because in other places, in a business like this, there are always arrests and quick investment."
Lin Ji chuckled twice.
"We don't charge money, and Song Da can't make a stable income even if he makes money. Do you think he wants to be filial? He's just afraid."
Lu Cong nodded in confusion, and Lin Ji didn't know if he understood.
This stupid guy has never left Qingyang County in his life, and his world only consists of one-third of an acre in the county town.
Although Lin Ji often laughed at him for being ignorant and not knowing a few big words, this simple life was not a blessing, especially in this chaotic world.
At this time, there was a sudden noise from ahead.
"Go over and have a look." Lin Ji rushed over with Lu Cong.
When I arrived at the scene, I discovered that it was the son of the Qian family who owned a rice shop in the county, and he was arguing with a Taoist priest.
Mr. Qian is holding a big sword in his hand. The scabbard looks extremely luxurious. It is inlaid with gold and jade. It is worth a lot at first glance.
But the broadsword was ordinary, and there was even a little rust on the blade.
The blade doesn't even have a sharp edge.
"You bitch Taoist priest, you defrauded me of my money, and you only got five hundred taels to buy such a broken knife without a sharp edge!" Mr. Qian said angrily.
The Taoist priest who set up the stall stroked his goatee on his chin and said with a smile: "The knife is a little broken, but the scabbard..."
"The scabbard is also fake! The gold is dye and the jade is marble polish! You think I'm so easy to deceive?"
Lu Cong on the side looked at the excitement with a smile and had no idea of stopping it.
Lin Ji's attention was focused on the sword wielded by Mr. Qian.
"The pearl is hidden, this is a demon-slaying knife."
Opening his spiritual eyes, Lin Ji immediately saw through the true appearance of the broadsword.
There are formations carved on the blade, and there is a vague sense of demonic energy flowing around it.
This demonic aura was transformed by the vicious aura of the demons who died under the sword, indicating that many demons had been killed.
"A long-used demon-slaying knife only sells for five hundred taels?"
Just when he thought of this, Lin Ji suddenly reacted.
Could this be a gift from heaven that killed the Taoist priest yesterday?
But he used a sword, and his sword was not of ordinary quality. When he was promoted to the head catcher, the Liangzhou town official Zhan Chengfeng agreed to get it from the Jiantiansi warehouse in Fucheng.
Regardless of whether it is true or not, you have seen it and there is no reason to let it go.
"Mr. Qian, your sword is pretty good," Lin Ji said casually.
"It's Capt. Lin." Mr. Qian's indignation and excitement just disappeared. After saluting respectfully, he smiled and said: "If Capt. Lin likes it, I will go back and find a good knife for you. This knife is too good."
broken."
"No, it's just this one. You don't need to give it as a gift. You'd better buy it with the money."
Lin Ji took the sword without even looking at the scabbard.
Behind him, Lu Cong had already taken out five hundred taels of silver notes and stuffed them into Mr. Qian's hands.
Until then, Mr. Qian also came to his senses.
"Lin Captou, is this knife..."
"The kind you can't use."
"I understand, I understand." Mr. Qian understood, did not dare to ask any more questions, and left quickly.
After sending Mr. Qian away, Lin Ji looked at the goateeted Taoist priest.
Looking over with spiritual eyes, all he could see was that the Taoist priest was weak and skinny, with no sign of his cultivation for a long time.
"Taoist priest, where did you get this knife?"
"It was passed down by the master. The poor Taoist was hungry on the mountain with his chest pressed against his back. In desperation, he had no choice but to sell the master's relics."
While he was talking, the Taoist priest's stomach rumbled.
He showed his hands to Lin Ji in embarrassment.
"If the official has nothing to do, I would like to find a place to fill my stomach."
Lin Ji glanced at the sky and said, "Come on, you are not from Qingyang County, are you? Come with me and treat you to a meal."
Lin Ji felt a little sorry for buying the ancestral demon-slaying knife for five hundred taels.
"The relationship is good and you save money." The goatee Taoist chuckled.