This is a small dagger about twenty centimeters, or a small sword.

The small sword is dark all over, and there is a decoration at the tail of the sword hilt. Looking closely, it seems that a dragon is carved on it.

It looks like the forging technology today, but rather like the sword used in the Qin Dynasty, which can be seen from the position of the sword hilt.

The hilt of the sword is not like the sword used by some people today. Their swords can protect the hands that make the sword, while the small black sword is a bare hilt.

Just such a small sword made the middle-aged man feel palpitations. When he used his spiritual power to resist, a huge evil aura came from the small sword and rushed straight to his face, forcing him to spit out another mouthful of blood.

Jiang Li took back the small sword, put it back into the cloth bag, and looked at the middle-aged man coldly without saying a word.

The meaning is very clear. If you say it or not, I will threaten you, you can do it yourself.

"No one came except me. I was just passing by and they invited me to deal with you. They said before that you were a Feng Shui master, and I was careless, thinking that you only know Feng Shui to drive away ghosts, but I didn't expect that even my nine corpses would be broken into your hands."

"Okay, you go." Jiang Li stood up, patted the dust on his body, and walked towards the old house.

The middle-aged man was stunned, "Don't you kill me? I took the money to buy your life."

Jiang Li did not pause at all and continued to move forward.

"The Xiangxi Sect has some connections with my master. When you go back this time, don't practice the forbidden technique anymore. The Xiangxi Sect is still suitable for driving corpses. In the future, you will be your corpse-driver and do good deeds and accumulate virtue." Jiang Li changed his tone, "You should do it yourself. If you do evil again, I will not care about the friendship between my ancestors and will also correct you."

Indeed, Jiang Li did not kill him because the Xiangxi Sect and Taiyi Temple had some connection.

When the ancestor of Taiyiguan encountered a bronze armored corpse, he asked Xiangxi Sect for help, which was considered a favor. Therefore, the ancestral teachings say: When encountering a corpse-driver from Xiangxi Sect, one needs to be treated carefully.

Besides, this person is at most a corpse stealing, and he does not use a living person to raise a corpse, and it is not too deep.

The blood on the body of Jiuzi was not human blood. Jiuzi had never killed anyone, so Jiang Li let him go.

What's more, this man was seriously injured by him and his cultivation level was greatly reduced, so he could only go back to drive away the corpse honestly.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist, I will never practice this forbidden technique anymore. As for that amount of money, I will also use it to do good deeds and accumulate virtue."

The middle-aged man stood up tremblingly and left in the opposite direction of Jiangli.

Jiang Li walked forward alone, and a feeling of loneliness suddenly arose in his heart.

For more than ten years, I have been growing up in Taiyiguan, and now I feel a little reluctant to leave.

He took out the little sword he had just now, held it in his palm, and smiled slightly.

Although Taiyi Temple has a long history, a long history of culture, many books, and all the lost Taoist techniques in the world.

But they are very poor, they are really poor.

When Jiang Li was young, he had already searched Taiyiguan all the inside and out. Except for the countless ancient Taoist books in the attic, he could not even get a few decent magic weapons, and may not even be as good as ordinary small sects.

As the successor of Taiyiguan, Jiang Li was able to take advantage of the magic weapon that he could use was just this little sword. This thing was still the treasure of Taiyiguan, which was more important than a plaque.

This thing was passed on to Jiang Li when he was eighteen years old, and he also gave him a Taoist robe.

Although he was given the Taoist robe, he was not allowed to wear it. He said he would not wear it until he was twenty-four years old.

As for the string of copper coins, they were just ordinary ancient coins, with purple cinnabar on the surface, which was used to deal with evil spirits.

Purple cinnabar is hard to come by, so Jiang Li only has seven copper coins coated with purple cinnabar in his hand.

Overall, Taiyi still has poor view.

"I'm so poor. I decided that I want to make money, work hard to make money, and make money with our Taiyiguan!"

Jiang Li hummed the same tune as the old Taoist and headed towards the old house.

When he returned to the old house and was sure that there was no problem with Zhao Ting, and no one attacked him, Jiang Li felt relieved.

After relaxing, Jiang Li didn't want to move at all, so he fell on the soft couch and fell asleep.

In the early morning, cicadas crowed outside the old house, which seemed comfortable and comfortable to others, but Zhao Ting, who was pampered, didn't feel it anymore.

"It's so noisy. Come and catch the cicada for me and disturb me to sleep." Zhao Ting turned over and shouted in dissatisfaction.

No one responded for a while, and Zhao Ting opened his eyes and saw clearly where he was.

Damn it, isn’t this the old house? Where did the maid and servant come from to catch cicadas for him?

Zhao Ting stood up blankly, but fortunately, the servants from the Jialin Sect arrived and finally served him to wash up.

At this time, Zhao Ting discovered that he didn't know where Jiang had left.

Just as I was about to ask the servant where Jiang Le had gone, Jia Lin's third uncle arrived, and Jiang Li stood beside Uncle Jia San.

"Hello, Uncle Third." Zhao Ting shouted obediently.

Uncle Jia San glared at Zhao Ting with an unhappy look on his face.

"Your uncle asked you to follow the Taoist priest to help. You are fine. You have been sleeping until now, so why don't you follow us to the ancestral grave quickly. Look at Taoist Jiang, who is busy getting up so early, and you are still sleeping so soundly. If there wasn't something big today, I'd beat you up."

After Jia Sanshu learned about Jiang Li from the person sent by Jia Lin, he also admired Jiang Li a little.

This child is young and has a profound cultivation level.

The Jia family also made up their minds to establish a good relationship with Jiang Li.

After all, Jiang Li has just entered the world and is not very old, so he is easily attracted to their camp.

Uncle Jia San was so angry that he just wanted to use the soles of his shoes to clean up him.

Jiang Li got up early in the morning to make a lot of preparations for the ancestral tomb, and even screened the people who went to the ancestral tomb together.

And Zhao Ting, how can he sleep until now?

Uncle Jia San looked down on Zhao Ting, the young man, but Zhao Ting's mother was a junior who he loved very much, so he could bear it, otherwise he would have someone to drive him out.

Zhao Ting was also a little cowardly, and nodded quickly, "Yes, Uncle San."

Seeing that Zhao Ting cooperated very much, Uncle Jia San turned around and looked at Jiang Li beside him, and immediately changed his face, and filled with smiles, which was completely different from the way he spoke to Zhao Ting with a stern face just now.

"Master Jiang, look, it's almost time to Si. The black dog blood, Yin and Yang water, incense, candles, money paper, and knife used by the executioner and his beheading are all ready. Are you going to the ancestral grave?"

Zhao Ting opened his mouth and suddenly felt disheartened. Why did his attitude change so much?

If someone who doesn’t know is afraid of thinking that Jiang Li is from their Jia family!

Jiang Li raised his eyes, looked at the sun, confirmed that the time was almost over, and then looked at the things prepared by the Jia family behind him, and then responded.

"Let's go, lead the way."
Chapter completed!