The First Cause of All Realms

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It was almost evening, and the sky was red like fire.

But on the backless snow, Yang Prison carried the package, one foot deep and the other shallow, and walked towards the nearest village.

Although Montenegro is big, there are not many places suitable for entrenching.

Wang Wuji, an old official with rich experience, has already eliminated most of the suspects in half a month, and determined the approximate location of the sub-altar of Liansheng Church.

At this time, they went down the mountain separately, but they were looking for the experienced hunter to lead the way.

The mountains were covered by heavy snow, and the traps in the mountains and forests were also covered. No one led the way, but they dared not act rashly.

"Fifteen people don't share much, but it's not a loss if you have this ingredient!"

Walking alone in the snow, Yang Yu was in a very good mood.

Counting this 'recipe', he has already obtained seven ingredients, and he is only four away from the eleven ingredients required by the 'recipe'.

"Nine bulls and two tigers, I wonder if it's the nine bulls and two tigers I thought."

Yang Yu thought to himself, and took out a yellowed silk cloth from his arms.

There really isn't much silver in a cottage, but there are a lot of stolen goods that can't be sold, but he doesn't share much because of this piece of silk.

On this silk cloth is a prescription for blood exchange!

And all must be full tail, the text on it is clear and there is no error or omission, and it is of great value.

According to Wang Wu, the price of this prescription is at least 3,000 taels, which is more valuable than the entire cottage.

If he hadn't agreed to someone else's request to transcribe a copy with money, he might not have been able to get it.

wow~

Lightly unfolding the silk cloth, the slightly scribbled handwriting is clearly visible.

The beginning is a self-narrative.

"...I was a farmer when I was young, the grains were not divided, and I couldn't bear to get tired, so I started a business, but I was a fool, and my savings for many years were exhausted..."

"...I was still unwilling, but I followed the text. I missed it for a few years, and I felt sad in my heart, but I was still unwilling. I practiced martial arts again, and practiced hard day and night, and finally got hemiplegia of the lower limbs..."

"Fortunately! After a long illness, I have become a good doctor. After many years of exploration, my medical skills may have been mastered... Many attempts have finally become a prescription...

Or is it acceptable? "

After the self-report, are the names, weights, and precautions of many medicinal materials.

In the end, it was another handwriting.

Added some other medicinal materials and refuted it.

"I wonder if the 'Xu Yixiao' who wrote the prescription succeeded in changing blood?"

Yang Prison looked funny.

According to those thieves, Han Lie didn't dare to take this prescription after he grabbed it.

Afterwards, Han Li and the three people who were married to each other successfully exchanged blood.

As for whether this failed Mr. Xu is still alive, no one knows.

"Talking is better than nothing."

He tucked it into his arms, and in the distance, a village could be vaguely seen.

Yang Prison quickened his pace and approached the village not long after, but to his surprise, the village was quite deserted.

It was already evening, and there was no smoke from the cooking.

Just as he was about to enter the village to inquire, he suddenly heard a strange sound of copper bells.

"Do you have Liansheng to teach Taoists?"

Yang Yu's heart tightened, and he flashed behind an old tree.

Lian Shengjiao preached in the outer city for more than a year. Although he avoided it, he was no stranger to it.

He remembered that all the Taoists who taught Liansheng would hang a red bell around their waists. The sound of this bell was different.

It sounded like a child crying at night, he had a deep memory.

Sure enough, it didn't take long before a Taoist priest Liansheng in white clothes and carrying a bamboo basket came from the other direction.

The face of the black man was thin and small. At first glance, he looked like a half-old child, but he walked slowly. After a while, he arrived at the entrance of the village.

With his arrival, the village suddenly became lively.

A large group of villagers came to the entrance of the village, respectfully and even a little humbly, inviting the Taoist to enter the village.

"Lianshengjiao really penetrated deeper outside the city!"

Yang Yu's heart skipped a beat, and according to Wang Wu's instructions, he suppressed the flow of qi and blood, and followed behind with his breath.

jingle bell~

Weird bells rang from time to time.

That Liansheng taught the Daoist to walk in large strides, followed by many villagers, knocking on the door from door to door, collecting salaries.

Those villagers are often pale and thin, but they are afraid but do not dare not pay.

Yang Prison could see clearly that what the villagers handed in was not silver, but black and red pills.

"What it is?"

Yang Yu was even more puzzled.

The Taoist's speed was very fast, and it didn't take long for him to travel all over the village, and the bamboo basket behind him was full.

Yang Yu squeezed the sounding arrow in his arms and was hesitating whether to notify others.

The Taoist put down the full bamboo basket and sneered:

"Which kid, dare to follow Daoist?"

"Found me?"

Yang Yu's heart was shocked, and he held the waist knife.

boom!

In his heart, he was scolding Wang Wujiao that the method of holding his breath was not working, when he heard a muffled sound.

A burly and tall old man stepped on the roof and rushed towards the Taoist man with a red face and angrily roaring:

"Ren Ming, return my son's life!"

bang~

The next moment, the two palms collided.

"what!"

The tall figure screamed in pain and was shaken back by about a zhang.

Yang Yu's eyes narrowed.

The old man was quite burly, and even attacked in a condescending manner, but he was actually shaken back by the Daoist raising his hand.

"It turned out to be your old man."

Ren Ming shook his hand and sneered: "Your son is stupid, you old guy is even more stupid! With so many footprints left at the entrance of the village, you still want to sneak attack on this Daoist?"

"What footprints?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, then roared and rushed up, like a wild lion, beckoning and fighting for his life, pushing his inner qi to the limit.

Footprints?

Yang Yu's heart suddenly jumped in the dark, this footprint should be referring to him, right?

He went down the mountain just to find a hunter to lead the way, and naturally he didn't deal with his own footprints. After all, he didn't have the skills to walk without a trace.

"what!"

In the face of the old man's desperate play, the Taoist man just avoided, waiting for the old man to change his breath, and suddenly exerted his strength.

With just one punch, the old man vomited up blood.

"Ha ha!"

The old man coughed up blood, but laughed wildly, and with the strength of being knocked flying, a probing hand grabbed the bamboo basket:

"Without this basket of 'yang pills' and 'yin pills', I'll see how you die when you go back!"

He had long known that he was not this man's opponent, so his goal at the beginning was the evil medicine in this bamboo basket.

Fighting for life is just confusing.

"Damn old dog!"

The Taoist was completely furious~www.novelmt.com~ with a stern roar, his blood was dyed red all over his body.

Before he could finish speaking, he was already chasing after him.

"What are 'Yang Wan' and 'Yin Dan'?"

Yang Yu pondered in his heart, his hand holding the knife was already tensed.

Phew!

The two ran away one after the other.

After the shadow, Yang Yu waited intently.

His hiding place is the most suitable position to escape. If the old man wants to escape, he will definitely choose this route.

Sure enough, in the air, the two came one after the other, and they were only three or four feet away from him.

"This distance is a little far..."

Between the lightning and flint, Yang Yu suddenly bowed, stepped, and drew his knife.

scoff~

The waist knife swept across, turning into a half-moon of cold light, and slashed straight at the back of the Taoist's neck!

Beheading!

"The rat dares to sneak attack?!"

Covering his body with the cold wind, the Taoist was like a civet cat that blew up a cat, roaring and jumping, trying to avoid the attack behind him.

"what!!!"

A scream resounded through the village.

"what?"

The old man, who was about to escape from the village, turned his head suddenly, only to see a blade of light flashing from the blood mist and then disappearing.

The evil way fell from the air with a miserable howl, and his legs were cut off!

"what!"

The Taoist's face was distorted, his eyes were red as blood, he roared and slapped the ground, bounced up, and rushed towards Yang Prison fiercely:

"I'm going to tear you apart!!"

"Sorry, sorry. Your posture is so good that you couldn't hold back for a while."

Yang Yu avoided in a hurry, backhanded a knife, and slapped this life on the ground with the back of the knife:

"Unfortunately, I have to stay alive, I can't make a head..."

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