The First Cause of All Realms

After eating the stone for a year, Yang Yu of course knew that if the stone was swallowed, it would be absorbed by the Cauldron of Gluttony, and would not stay in his stomach.

Only a wisp of heat will be left to spread throughout the body to replenish physical strength.

But a stone is a stone in the end, the taste is very bad, and the voice is still snarling, and it is definitely not a person who can like it.

Therefore, in the past, even if he knew that it was to start the cauldron of gluttony, Yang Yu had a lot of resistance in his heart.

But at this moment, lying on the bed, he had a sullen face, as if he was eating fried beans, he quickly ate a bag of stones to the bottom.

After eating, his whole body was hot, and he closed his eyes.

hum~

The light and shadow changed, and Yang Prison came to the dark cauldron again.

Different from the first time, looking at the progress bar on the wall of the tripod, he felt a sense of peace in his heart, and a great sense of security flowed in his heart.

"It seems that the outside world can also affect the progress bar..."

Looking at the decimal point after the progress bar, Yang Yu was thoughtful.

Without delaying, he picked up the only thing in the tripod, broke the knife, and began to wave the knife according to the memory in his mind.

Swing the knife again.

Soon, he was immersed in it, forgetting the passage of time.

Yang Yu found that after he had the foundation, his 'refining' became faster, and he had already woken up overnight.

This also means that his refining of Broken Blade has reached one-fifth.

"The old man really isn't a master..."

Yang Yuyou woke up, looked at the sky that was about to light up, and thought in his heart:

"Old Man Wei is not bad. The essence of swordsmanship is really only 'steady, accurate, and ruthless'. Maybe you need to add a quick word?"

Unhurriedly, he ate another half bag of stones, and then Yang Yu got up, cleaned up a little, then got up to make a fire, wash rice, and cook.

When the sky just came up, I informed my mother-in-law, and got up and went to the inner city.

At the yamen, Yang Prison took a long vacation and got up early, naturally he was going to Old Man Wei's place.

After a night of refining, his spirit is still very good, he has eaten enough stones, and his physical strength is even more abundant. The fly in the ointment is that.

His voice was hoarse.

A stone is a stone, even if it is boiled, it still hurts the throat.

"Little brat, are you here so early?"

Hearing the knock on the door, Wei He scolded and shouted: "Prosperity, open the door!"

"Squeaky~"

The half-white-haired old monkey jumped down from the tree to open the door, and then slapped his teeth and claws at Yang Prison for a while before returning to the tree.

Yang Yu gave a wry smile and entered the door.

Old Man Wei was yawning, and swearing in his clothes, he went out the door. Seeing that it was Yang Yu, it was not surprising. He pointed to the kitchen:

"Go and push the tofu in the kitchen, remember, make it thinner."

"Yes."

Yang Prison responded with a hoarse voice. Although he did not come many times during his one-year apprenticeship, he also pushed tofu.

This is one of the ways to practice 'steadiness'.

Before, he was not happy to do this job, but now that he thinks about it, he feels that he is making a big mistake.

The sword is unstable, even if you practice the sword technique, it is of no use.

"Don't use a kitchen knife."

Old Man Wei suddenly spoke up, pointed to a large knife outside the firewood room, and said, "Use that one."

"what?"

Yang Yu was a little dumbfounded.

The knife was not for chopping wood, but for Hu Wan to train his strength. I'm afraid it might not have to weigh 30 to 50 pounds.

Use this knife to cut tofu?

"What? Are you afraid?"

Wei He glanced at Yang Yu lightly: "The ones you handed in are enough for you to study for a year. After a year, you won't be my disciple anymore..."

There are not many people who come to Weihe to learn martial arts. Compared to other martial arts halls, they can even be said to be deserted.

The reason for this is not only because of his status as an executioner, but also because his fees are very expensive.

Apprentices are more expensive, and disciples are even more expensive.

And it's still a year.

It is precisely because he charges too much, and he only pushes tofu, winter melon, and chopping firewood every day, so Yang Prison will come less and less before.

Paying money for others to do chores, this is a matter of previous life, but it will be hung from the street lamp.

"Okay."

Yang Yu took a deep breath and stepped forward to reach for the big sword.

"It's so heavy, how do you cut tofu?"

Yang Yu's expression changed.

His physique is much stronger than that of teenagers of the same age, so he can't afford to lift the 50-pound knife, but it takes a lot of effort to walk.

How to push tofu?

"Hurry up."

Wei He yawned and urged.

No choice, Yang Yu could only grit his teeth and walk into the kitchen.

Wei He's yard is not very big. Apart from the small martial arts training ground in the main yard, the biggest one is the kitchen.

At this time, on a chopping board like the door panel, there were at least three to five hundred kilograms of tofu.

"It's all cut."

Wei He gave an order and went straight back to the house.

"Huh!"

Putting the big knife down, Yang Yu eased his arm, took a deep breath, and then lifted the big knife horizontally to make it parallel to his forearm.

Start cutting the tofu.

With two knife skills of refining and refining, Yang Yu naturally had no problem pushing tofu, but after cutting ten pieces, he couldn't stand it anymore.

Put down the knife and gasped for a while.

"No, it's too heavy..."

Yang Yu leaned on the big knife and saw that there was no one around. He swallowed a few stones one after another, regained his stamina a little, and started to push again.

In this way, over and over again, when all the tofu was pushed into thin slices, Yang Prison was almost paralyzed on the ground, sweating like pulp.

Swallowing a stone can restore a small amount of physical strength, but this is a stone, not a fairy bean, and muscle soreness will still exist.

After resting for a while, Yang Yu walked out of the kitchen dragging the knife. At this time, there were a few people scattered in the yard.

Hu Wan was among them, and he was recommending Shi Nian to train his strength.

Seeing Yang Prison dragging the knife out of the kitchen, he immediately smiled: "Junior Brother Yang, can I use this knife well?"

Before Yang Prison could answer, Wei He's scolding was already heard in the house:

"What? This gave up?"

Dang bang.

Yang Yu dropped the knife and rubbed his wrist: "It's all cut."

"Finished?"

Wei He jumped out angrily and scolded: "You brat won't ruin this old man's tofu, right?"

While he was talking, he had already entered the kitchen.

Yang Yu looked at it, his eyes lit up slightly, Wei He was in his sixtieth year and limped again, but the speed was very fast and smooth.

"Could it be something like Qinggong?"

Yang Yu forgot the pain in his body and felt a little itchy in his heart.

If there is a martial art that he most wants to learn, it must be Qinggong, but I don't know if there is the kind of Qinggong he imagined.

"You cut this all?!"

When he went out again, Wei He's face sank, and he looked at Hu Wan: "Can you help?"

"No, no, no."

Hu Wan staggered, and Shi Nian almost smashed his face.

"Did you really cut it?"

Wei He's complexion improved, but he was still a little incredulous.

Although pushing tofu is only basic skills, this kid's basic skills are a little too solid.

"Yes."

Yang Yu's heart was slightly tight, but he still nodded.

He didn't have any thoughts of hiding his clumsiness. First, his tricks were nothing in the crowd. Second, his current situation was not suitable for hiding clumsiness.

Only by showing yourself properly can you be valued by others.

"Junior Brother Yang, did you use my knife to push the tofu? Are you finished?"

Hu Wan came back to his senses, put down the stone roller, and went to the kitchen to take a look.

When he looked back at Yang Yu, his eyes changed: "Good boy, I actually missed my eyes..."

With his own knife, Hu Wan certainly knew how difficult it would be to push tofu with this knife.

He has ten years of experience in slaughtering pigs, but it took him three years to push tofu with this knife. After all, Yang Yuman has learned the knife for a year, right?

"not bad."

Seeing that the disciples were all crowding around, Wei He reluctantly commented, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.com turned towards the room: "Come early tomorrow, you don't need to cut tofu."

Yang Prison nodded hurriedly.

Turning his back, Wei He stroked his beard, but his eyes were still a little puzzled.

Why didn't I realize that this kid is still a genius...

The next day, Yang Yudu spent time with Hu Wan and the others, either working hard or practicing swordsmanship, and staying home until the evening.

The small bag of stones that I was carrying has been eaten clean.

That night, Yang Prison was still 'refining' the broken sword.

Perhaps it was because of the foundation, or because it was difficult to get started, but it was easier after that, Yang Prison's refining progress was advancing by leaps and bounds.

Soon, it was more than half.

And because of the crazy eating of stones these days, the cauldron of gluttony did not continue to fade, which made Yang Yu feel relieved.

After a night of silence, Yang Prison was the first to arrive early the next morning.

Although Wei He said he didn't need to cut the tofu, he still went into the kitchen and paid the price of a bag of stones to cut all the hundreds of catties of tofu.

Wei He was holding the old monkey basking in the sun, and when he saw Yang Prison come out, he made a random gesture and motioned him to come over.

"If your hand is steady, your head will be guaranteed."

Wei He swayed the reclining chair, half-squinted his eyes and said, "Last time, what did I say about the third requirement for learning a knife?"

Yang Yu's heart tightened and he replied:

"ruthless."

squeak~

The rocking chair stopped, and Old Man Wei's eyes were faint, with a coolness that made Yang Prison a little hairy:

"Tonight, let the old man take a look at it?"

"what?"

Yang Yu was taken aback.

Old Man Wei slowly got up and paced with his hands behind his back: "This old man is an executioner. If you want to learn the old man's martial arts, of course..."

"Murder!"

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