As the torrential rain gradually subsided, Ji Yuan stood with his sword in hand, looking at the fire scene where the hot air was blowing against his face and the ash was swirling.

At his feet was a bloated corpse lying on the ground, with a pale head covered in mud.

Clouds, Yizhuang, locust trees, blood and rain, cloud eagles and flying fish.

If the ghost fairy Shen Haishi, who was good at depicting demons, absurdity and chaos, was still alive,

I will definitely say that this scene can be painted.

"Finishing a matter on my mind."

Ji Yuan exhaled a white breath, silently triggering the roar of the golden bell, and the pores all over his body opened and closed as if breathing in and out.

It drives the muscle and bone membranes to slowly wriggle, repairing internal injuries.

He had blocked a heavy punch from Lin Lu before, seemingly calm and relaxed.

In fact, the internal organs were churning and churning, almost being shaken out of place.

If you think about it carefully, Ji Yuanruo practiced martial arts horizontally and received the double blessing of steel and iron bones.

With a body that is convinced of the first level of Qi, it faces the second level of Tongmai.

It is difficult to seize the opportunity and successfully kill Lin Lu.

The latter's blood and internal energy are deeper, and his movements and movements are infinitely powerful.

If it goes on for a long time, the outcome will be uncertain.

As for fighting head-on, using strong blows, take the initiative to receive the full blow of the Hand Meridian Dacheng.

It’s like an idiot’s dream, and it’s impossible to realize!

"Instructor Wei is right. The test before life and death is not only the level, the strength of martial arts, but also other things.

Lin's character is extremely bad, not to mention his fighting experience. If he wasn't at a higher level than me, there would be no need for him to put in so much effort.

With eight lives added to me, it is difficult for anyone at the same level to be my opponent."

Ji Yuan calmed down slightly, and there was a bit of confidence between his brows.

He breathed softly, as if he had been working for three days and three nights, and his body was almost empty.

It was like a ruthless sword flying across the sky, an angry dragon rising up, almost draining half of the inner energy of the limbs and bones.

Otherwise, how could it be possible to break the Qi meridians and cut into the flesh and blood so easily?

"No matter what, I finally made it! Whoever said that the first level of Qi can't kill the second level of Tongmai!"

A happy smile appeared on Ji Yuan's face. Although Lin Lu was a villain and not a formidable enemy, his life earned him the ability to understand his thoughts.

"Master Baihu, you deserve to die."

His thoughts wandered for a while, and when the energy and strength of the dragon and tiger were refilled into his body, Ji Yuan began the most important task tonight.

Clean up the battlefield and count the harvest.

Killing without licking the bag is absolutely intolerable!

Anyway, it's late at night, with cold wind, cold rain, and loud thunder. In such bad weather, even the watchman doesn't know how to watch the night, and he's not afraid of being discovered.

Besides, Ji Yuan had already sent Old Man An out to look out.

If there is really any movement, the latter will come over and report the news.

"Let me take a look at the Lin Baihu family in Fusi, Beizhen. Lin Papi, who can squeeze oil and water out of stones, what kind of wealth he has."

Ji Yuan kicked away the fat head that was still staring at death and smashed it into the fire.

The Bai Lian Dao in his palm moved left and right, cutting open the rather tough red flying fish suit.

From the belt and arms, I found a money bag, thirty taels of broken silver, a stack of damaged treasure notes, and several copper plates.

There is also a middle-grade martial arts book called "Hunyuan Chui", which is a boxing technique that can be performed vigorously.

"Why do everyone like to carry secrets with them? What's wrong with them?"

Ji Yuan curled his lips, but then thought about it.

Like Mr. Xu Qi, Lin Baihu bullies the weak and fears the strong, and acts like a coward.

They probably don’t believe anyone but themselves.

No matter where you hide your martial arts skills, you will worry about them being stolen, so it is better to keep them close to you.

"It gives me an advantage."

Ji Yuan was not excited.

He now possesses a top-grade martial arts skill called "Tiger Roaring Golden Bell".

Two low-grade martial arts in the fighting formation, the Hundred-step Fist and the Air Splitting Palm, as well as the "Iron Cloth Shirt" which is of little use for the time being.

If you bite off more than you can chew, a few more punches and kicks are meaningless.

Unless it’s the kind of unparalleled magical power or supreme skill, then that’s a different matter.

"Instructor Wei once said that martial arts has four methods: beating, killing, raising, and practicing."

Ji Yuan's eyes flashed and he remembered.

The first two are to distinguish between superior and inferior, and to determine life and death.

The latter two are to nourish qi and blood and train the body.

For example, military strategists are very good at fighting, killing, swords, fists and kicks, focusing on fighting in formations.

The cultivation and training methods of the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism are complex and diverse, and they can be called top-notch.

"The Tiger's Roaring Golden Bell is a training method, the Hundred-step Fist and Splitting Air Palm are fighting methods, and the Hunyuan Hammer is a killing method... If you can add another method to cultivate, you will be able to live together."

Ji Yuan picked up the booklet and pocketed the scattered silver coins as well.

As for the treasures and copper plates, I won’t worry about them anymore.

If he foolishly went to the bank to cash it, he would be doing it to himself.

I still have this sense of vigilance.

Ji Yuan searched patiently for a long time until Lin Lu was scraped clean.

In the end, he did not let his body be exposed in Yizhuang, adhering to the principle of starting well and ending well.

He picked up the headless corpse and threw it into the fire, where it was turned into charcoal and ashes along with dozens or twenty other corpses.

This sudden heavy rain will wipe out all traces of this burned-down charity village.

……

……

By the time we returned to Nanmen Hutong, it was already halfway through the ugly season.

The heavy rain that fell all night finally subsided, and a light white color appeared on the horizon.

Ji Yuan took off his soaked Yunying robe and washed his clothes and boots.

Wearing a Chinese coat, he was sitting on the bed, leaning against the wall, playing with a fiery red token that had an extraordinary aura.

"I wonder how much this thing is worth?"

Lin Lu was struggling desperately before, intending to use this object to sneak attack on him, a fifteen-year-old boy, but he was killed with a knife.

It can be seen that this thing is Lin Baihu’s trump card.

Its value should not be much different.

"By killing Lin Lu, I can neither become famous nor gain wealth and power. I can only solve a trouble in my heart.

I hope this token can bring some unexpected joy."

The most direct way for Ji Yuan to judge the true value of an item now is to stir up the Emperor's Heavenly Dao Diagram.

The mind is sinking slightly, and the light is rippling.

【Item】:【Red Fire Order (Green)】

[Status]:[Cannot be advanced]

【Grade】:【B Upper】

[A Thousand Points of White Tao Yun]

【Invest equal amounts】

[Refining can obtain "Wood Burning Knife Technique"]

"One thousand points...white Tao Yun!"

Ji Yuan's eyes lit up and he smiled silently:

"Lin Baihu is so funny, I forgive you."

He thought very clearly that instead of accumulating Tao Yun, he would learn the martial arts of unknown origin.
To be continued...