The First Cause of All Realms

Chapter 39: rapid progress

"Liu Wenpeng..."

Wang Wu sneered "hehe", almost gritted his teeth.

In his few words, Yang Yu knew what happened when Wang Wu went to meet Liu Wenpeng.

It is nothing more than that the gangsters have no money, no food, and no manpower.

only……

"Why did your lord take on the drudgery of suppressing bandits?"

Yang Yu was a little puzzled.

Daming's control of the local area is only at the county level, and most of the villages under it are autonomous.

The weaker ones mostly hide in the villages. They are people in farming and bandits in their spare time. The difficulty of suppressing bandits is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

In particular, Liu Wenpeng used the pretext of looking for his son, so not only did he have no food, but he also had no pension when he died.

This kind of harsh errand, if there is no way, I am afraid that it will never be continued.

"Do you think the Liansheng Sect only has the power in the outer city?"

Wang Wu sneered:

"The most severely poisoned by the Liansheng Cult are the villages. If the bandits are not solved, once the Liansheng Cult is launched, the Montenegro will be overthrown in an instant!"

"Is it just for Liansheng to teach?"

Yang Yu's eyes flickered and he was suspicious.

To save others by himself, Yang Prison thought to himself, if he was the head of the police, it would be very good not to pick him when he met a county magistrate like Liu Wenpeng.

It's even more impossible to take on this kind of gangster-suppressing work.

In particular, this Wang Wu is not yet the head of Heishan County, and Liu Wenpeng has no right to govern him at all. Such harsh conditions should not have been agreed.

In this world, are there really people who sacrifice themselves for others?

"There are other reasons, of course. But you..."

Wang Wu glanced at Yang Prison, patted his belly, and put up the conversation.

"Other reasons, what could be the reasons?"

Yang Yu thought about it in his heart, but he was a little worried.

Liansheng's teaching is intertwined, and the inner city and outer city are infiltrated. It's just that there are not a few small country gentry like the Yang family who will defect.

Instead, he was most worried about this Lord Liu.

Based on what he's seen and heard over the past year, he doesn't think that Master Liu has any bottom line.

If he also fell to the Liansheng Sect...

Thinking of this, Yang Yu felt a great sense of urgency in his heart, only to feel that the wind and rain were coming, making him a little short of breath.

"Clap~"

Wang Wu slapped his belly: "Why, let's just stand and talk like this?"

"Sir, you must not have eaten yet? Why don't we chat while eating?"

Yang Yu came back to his senses and pointed to a restaurant not far away.

Liu Wenpeng's stinginess is outrageous, it is not easy to give up some melons and fruits, so naturally he will not leave a crowd to eat.

At this time, it was three poles in the sun, and the two were indeed hungry.

As soon as he entered the restaurant, Yang Prison regretted it. He suddenly remembered that Wang Wuchao had a huge appetite.

But by this time, it was naturally too late to regret it, so I had to bite the bullet and order a large table of wine and food.

Just looking at Wang Wufeng like wind and clouds, he swept away the wine and meat that was enough for seven or eight big men to eat.

Still a little tongue-tied.

"The appetite of adults is really amazing."

Yang Yu twitched the corners of his mouth and put down his chopsticks.

It is normal for a martial artist to eat two or three times more than ordinary people, and that's how he himself is.

It's just that this Wang Wu's appetite is ten times larger than his.

"People who practice martial arts naturally have a bigger appetite. A martial artist who changes blood has qi and blood like an ox, and his arms are a thousand jins. If they can't keep up with their food and drink, their blood and qi will be depleted sooner or later."

Taking advantage of the interval between serving dishes, Wang Wu picked his teeth and said:

"The hard work you practice outside is not to increase your strength, but it will lead you to get your blood and energy into your whole body, and you won't laugh at a certain family for eating too much!"

"Qi and blood like a cow?"

Yang Yu's eyes brightened slightly: "Five levels of foundation building?!"

When my mother wanted to convince me of Qi Lu, there was a few words, which seemed to mention that this 'Qi and blood is like a cow' belongs to the so-called 'Five Stages of Building Foundations'.

"Qi and blood are like cows, tigers, elephants, dragons, and furnaces. This is often referred to as the five gates of building a foundation."

Having eaten and drank enough, Wang Wu's mood has improved a lot. While thinking about the issue of suppressing bandits, he casually said:

"The so-called thirteenth blood exchange, five stages of foundation building. Why, your teacher never told you?"

The thirteenth blood exchange, the five stages of foundation building?

It turned out to be such a statement.

Yang Yu's heart moved, but he remembered the recipe in the Cauldron of Gluttony.

He remembered that the name of the recipe seemed to be called 'Nine Bulls and Two Tigers'!

"It's alright, alright. If you don't understand anything, ask your master. A certain family has told you enough."

Seeing that Yang Yu seemed to still have the heart to ask questions, Yang Yu waved his hand impatiently:

"You go back to repair, and after seven days go out of the city to suppress the bandits, don't miss the time."

Suppressing bandits is never easy, especially in a complex place like Montenegro, information, maps, etc., must be prepared properly.

Seven days of preparation time is already very urgent.

"I have to hurry up..."

Saying goodbye to Wang Wu, Yang Yu murmured in his heart.

He didn't go home directly. He turned around and went to the blacksmith's shop. An hour later, he returned home with a large bag.

Seeing that he was in a hurry, Granny Yang was a little worried, and Yang Prison comforted her, and the old woman reluctantly felt relieved and brought the food.

In fact, she also saw the changes in Yang Prison in the past six months.

Not only has he grown taller, but he has also become stronger. His whole person is tall, straight and powerful, giving people a sense of vigor.

It was because of this change that she suppressed her worries and watched Yang Prison soak in the vat every day.

After eating hastily~www.novelmt.com~ Yang Yu returned to his room, closed the doors and windows, and carefully took out a cloth bag from his arms.

"This is a bloodbath..."

Yang Yu's eyes were filled with pain.

With this bag of gold beads, he used up two gold ingots.

If it wasn't for the sudden arrival of the bandits, he wouldn't have been willing to just melt two hard-won gold ingots.

Although gold, silver and bronze can be called, gold, silver and bronze are the most expensive.

One tael of silver is a thousand dollars, this is only the official price, but in fact, due to the proliferation of private casting, the value of copper has depreciated greatly.

Often it takes two or three thousand dollars to exchange for a tael of silver.

Gold also exceeds the official price.

The gold that had just arrived was gone before it was warmed up. How could Yang Yu not feel distressed in his heart?

"I hope it's worthy of my gold."

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, he put the golden beads within reach, then slowly closed his eyes and entered the cauldron of gluttony.

He stretched out his hand and took hold of that ghostly sword.

With his own old man's skill in using knives for decades, and when refining, the decapitation knives are very compatible with himself.

Yang Prison's progress is much faster than refining other ingredients.

It was only because the Ding of Gluttony's lack of energy storage held him back.

According to his estimation, it would take at least two months for him to completely refine this ghost-headed sword based on the iron beads he swallowed every day.

"Seven days..."

For the next seven days, Yang Prison put down all other things and returned to the state of staying at home.

Even the stove fire that boiled the medicinal liquid lasted for seven days.

It wasn't until the bag of golden beads was eaten, and the herbs prepared at home were also eaten. Finally, on the seventh day, Yang Prison completely refined the ghost-headed sword.

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