I just want to practice

In that case

Jiang Wuye considered for a while, looked at the slowly healing wounds all over his body, and suddenly made a decision in his heart.

It's still the same sentence: Only when you live can you output!

"Iron cloth shirt, upgrade!"

As soon as he thought about it, the positive energy suddenly decreased, turning into streams of warm current and pouring into Jiang Wuye's body.

clang clang

In the darkness, it was as if blacksmiths were wielding sledgehammers to forge magic weapons, sparks splashed everywhere, and the sound of collisions like gold and iron horses lasted for a long time.

Disassemble, reassemble, disassemble, reassemble!

In more than ten minutes, Jiang Wuye repeated the inhuman exercise that would kill an ordinary person no less than a hundred times.

until

Buzz!

There were no more sparks in the darkness, a pair of crimson eyes slowly opened, and the viscera in the body hummed and vibrated, as if a war machine was recovering!

Wow

The invisible coercion was released, the dust on the ground spread in a circular shape, and the mosquito nets and window paper rattled.

sizzle

In the body, there was the sound of the liquid rapidly evaporating, turning into puffs of black smoke, spraying out from the pores, and within a minute, it was completely exhausted!

call

It spewed out in one breath, and the wooden wall a few meters away seemed to be scorched by fire, and it was scorched black in the blink of an eye.

He bowed his head and spread his hands to look around.

The skin is no longer black and bright iron, but replaced by a dark red copper color, smooth as a mirror, revealing a thick and indestructible feeling.

The wounds left by the battle with the Scarecrow.After a few breaths, the bleeding and scabs stopped, and with a slight shock, the blood scabs fell off, leaving no scars on the skin.

"The end!"

While feeling the changes in his body, Jiang Wuye called out the final modifier.

Jiang Wuye

Martial Arts: The second level of Dali Brutal Bear Kung Fu cannot be improved

The second layer of the iron cloth shirt, the red copper body cannot be upgraded

Positive energy: four.

The positive energy at twelve o'clock pushed the red copper body to the second floor, Jiang Wuye was not too surprised.

The journey of martial arts is difficult at the beginning, difficult in the middle, and more difficult at the end!

Even with the cheating tool of Final Yan Modifier, Jiang Wuye didn't think too much about the beauty of being full of positive energy no matter what kind of martial arts, no matter what level.

After all, compared to those martial artists who were beaten to death in the difficult era of martial arts, they are still tenaciously groping.

He is very lucky.

Papapa

Outside the yard, there was suddenly the sound of intense and dense footsteps, accompanied by the loud yelling of ignorant children:

"Dead! Dead again!!"

Then the adult yelled angrily: "Go back, if you see you fooling around again, the cane will be cut off for you!"

"Wuye boy? Has Wuye boy woke up?"

Then, there was another nervous cry.

"Get up, what's the matter?!"

Inside the room, Jiang Wuye responded in a confused tone.

In this kind of room, the sound insulation is not good enough for people outside to hear clearly.

"Huh, I was scared to death and hurried to the ancestral hall, alas, I committed a crime"

The sound of moaning and sighing went away.

In the room, Jiang Wuye looked indifferent, neither sad nor happy.

Or rather, numb.

After washing up, Jiang Wuye put on loose clothes to cover his burly body, wearing a felt hat and leather boots to wrap himself tightly, put his hands in his sleeves, and went out.

"It's getting colder today."

Stopping in the courtyard, Jiang Wuye looked at the old peach trees covered with crystal-clear ice cones of different lengths, spewing out hot air like smoke and mist.

The ancestral hall in Qinghe Village is not very particular.

Green bricks and black tiles, once in and out, occupying a small area, at first glance, I thought it was an ordinary courtyard.

The ancestral hall here is not like the previous life, which is exclusive to a certain surname, and others are not allowed to enter easily.

On the contrary, the ancestral hall in Qinghe Village has been highly respected in the past dynasties, and those who have made great contributions to the village can enjoy the incense of their descendants in the ancestral hall after they become immortals.

As for weekdays, it is mostly used for discussion.

When Jiang Wuye arrived, the compound was already full of people. At a glance, the rising white air, moving heads, and

In the open space in the center of the compound, more than a dozen dead bodies were lying silently on straw mats in different ways.

Jiang Wuye glanced at it, his expression suddenly changed.

Joy, anger, worry, thinking, sadness, fear, shock!

There were more than a dozen corpses, and the seven extreme human emotions were vividly written on their faces.

It's not hard to imagine what they went through before they died.

Inexplicably, Jiang Wuye thought of Zhang Caihe's family last night.

The scarecrow could clearly take the lives of the mother and child directly without any effort, but he wanted to do everything possible to create the illusion of a family reunion, so that the mother and child died in the illusion of happiness.

That fox, Qiqing, what on earth is he trying to do?

Why not do it yourself, but hide behind the scenes?

Did the village head who did not show up collude with him, and for what purpose?

For a while, Jiang Wuye's thoughts fluctuated, and various possible guesses emerged in his mind, but were finally dismissed.

Mysteries followed one after another, and the more I thought about it, the more foggy and messy it became.

"Caihe's family did something wrong. The house burned down, and the mother and daughter couldn't even find the ashes. What a pity."

"Hehe, according to this posture, God didn't give him a way out at all. I reckon, we'll be there soon."

"You rotten mouth, you are spraying dung early in the morning, if you can't talk, don't talk!"

The whispers of the villagers interrupted Jiang Wuye's thoughts.

Withdrawing his gaze, Jiang Wuye shrank behind the crowd, tried not to contact people he usually knew well, and quietly watched the progress of the situation without making a sound.

If he came out and said something, the villagers would not believe it or not.

As far as he is now, it is difficult for him to explain clearly.

"Where is You Sheng? For such a big matter, how did he become the village chief, and he didn't come so late?!"

The old but full of spirit voice stopped the villagers from talking more and more sad and desolate, and they would cry if they didn't agree with each other.

The crowd parted, and saw a few gray-haired, hale and hearty old men walking out of the ancestral hall with crutches.

These are the few people with the highest seniority in the village and their virtues are recognized, and their words carry a lot of weight on weekdays.

"Old Chen"

A skinny man scratched his head, came out with a bitter look on his face, and replied with evasive eyes: "When I went to the village chief's house, the door was closed, and no one answered after shouting for a long time. I thought something was wrong, so I climbed over the wall and went in for a while Only then did I confirm that the village chief seems to have disappeared.”

gone?

Behind the crowd, Jiang Wuye narrowed his eyes when he heard the sound.

The village chief is alone, so it would be reasonable to say that he ran away at night in fear.

But what's going on outside the village?

Jiang Wuye doesn't even have the confidence to run again now, can ordinary people run away?

Combined with all the abnormalities before, Jiang Wuye, who was just a little skeptical at first, now has seventy-eight percent confidence in his heart.

It's just that the village head is just a mortal born and bred.

Why did the fox fairy choose him?

This seems to be another problem that is currently difficult to solve.

No.17 A Fire in Winter (Part [-])

Boom!

"Missing? What is missing?

Dead or run away, a big living person, can't leave any trace? "

Old Chen hit the ground heavily with his crutches, his face was ugly, and there was undisguised anger in his voice.

"This..." the bitter-faced man took a few steps back in awe, scratching his head vigorously, and after a while, he said cautiously: "Old Chen, since there are no traces in the village, will the village chief leave the village?"

As soon as these words came out, all kinds of speculation and discussions in the courtyard fell silent.

Jiang Wuye took a glance, and found that many people had flickering eyes and complicated expressions, obviously they all thought about leaving the village.

However, there is no way out.

Everyone knows that going out of the village is a dead end, and the bloody examples of the past few days are in front of them, constantly obliterating the luck in their hearts.

If the village head is really out of the village, I'm afraid

Thinking of this, many people closed their eyes and gritted their teeth, unable to accept this result.

"Oh, Yousheng!"

Beside Mr. Chen, the gray-haired old woman with wrinkled face sighed, stepped forward, knelt down, and stroked a purple-black boy with trembling hands. Her face couldn't hide her sadness, and she said bitterly, "Be careful for most of your life. How did you get confused?

Cough cough God, these children, what did they do wrong? "

Tears fell to the ground.

Sadness slowly spread.

The people present empathized with Qi Qiran, and many of them had red eyes, tears in the corners of their eyes, choked up and sobbed.

Born to be human, remember to be human.

Just like myself, a person who can talk and laugh, can be happy and sad, just like the weeds on the side of the road, silent, separated by yin and yang.

The taste here is full of sorrows, and the wind and rain destroy the flowers. It is hard to say, but it hurts the heart.

Alive.

What a simple and small wish, but at this moment, it feels so unreachable.

Behind the crowd, Jiang Wuye clenched his fists, his heart boiling.

Compared with the confused and wandering villagers in the courtyard, after what happened last night, he can better understand the sense of powerlessness that is so far away.

There is nothing scary about staring into the abyss.

What is really scary is standing in the abyss and looking up at the light that is out of reach.

As long as I don't die!

One day, I will tear your smiling faces apart with my own hands!

Trample your arrogance!

A little, a little!