The First Cause of All Realms

"The First Cause of All Realms (

In the lobby, Wei He said a lot.

The tricks of the blood exchange, the skills of the knife, and many places to be careful.

"Others, you can experience it slowly."

The bamboo tube poured out beans and told Yang Yu what he knew one by one, and finally, handed a medicinal bath recipe to Yang Yu.

"This recipe has a medicated bath recipe for one to five blood changes, please accept it."

Wei He sighed a little:

"When you are old, your eyesight is not good. I didn't see that you are so talented. Before, it delayed you a lot..."

His mood is complicated.

He had never married a wife and had children in his life, so during these years, he naturally had the intention to choose a person with similar aptitude to inherit the mantle.

At first, he favored Hu Wan.

After Yang Prison emerged, he thought about passing the mantle to Yang Prison.

But he never thought that his disciple's aptitude was incredible. He had only studied martial arts for two years, and he was no longer an opponent.

What else does this say?

Give it...

"What did you say? The disciple has today, thanks to the teacher's teaching."

Yang Yu took the prescription with both hands.

Martial arts are not determined by the number of exchange blood, but the level of exchange blood determines the strength of blood energy and the level of internal and external martial arts.

For example, Tie Crotch Art, which belongs to the subordinate martial art, has only nine levels, but without three blood changes, even a genius of the sky would not be able to cultivate to the seventh level, let alone a great achievement.

Even the martial arts such as swords and swords that Yang Prison originally thought would not be restricted would be restricted by the level of blood exchange at a high level.

Just like Yuchilong's mighty palm, the blood exchange level is not enough, and it is impossible to exert its real power at all.

In a sense, this medicinal bath recipe is much more precious than martial arts.

Wei He gave this recipe to himself, which was regarded as the recognition of himself as the heir of the mantle.

"You are very talented, but you should not underestimate the heroes of the world."

Wei He said sternly:

"Although Liu Wenpeng is a strong man with qi and blood like a tiger, his only middle-class martial art, the "Four Elephant Arrows", is the archery that defends the enemy from the outside, and once he gets close, his combat power will be greatly reduced.

As for Yuchilong..."

Speaking of this, Wei He was also at a loss for words.

At this time, he couldn't figure out how Yang Yu could kill this great master who had cultivated the mighty God in the palm of his hand.

His mighty palm may not be as sharp as the "Four Elephant Arrows", but he doesn't have the same shortcomings as Liu Wenpeng, and he is even good at close-to-body combat.

"I understand what you said."

Seeing that Wei He was speechless, Yang Yu was dumbfounded, but nodded solemnly.

In that battle, although he killed Liu Wenpeng and Yuchilong, the four elephant arrows and the mighty palm also brought him a huge threat, especially the former.

If he hadn't seen Liu Wenpeng shooting arrows before, he would have been careful in his heart, fearing that he would be shot before he got close.

According to his own feeling, neither of these two people have cultivated their respective Zhongcheng martial arts to the peak.

If not, I am afraid that the battle will be ten times more dangerous.

"So, all you need to consider is this 'Dao Fruit'."

Wei He's expression became solemn:

"It's hot."

There are people in a branch of the Liansheng Teaching in Shunde who know the 'Dao Guo', so it is obvious that this is not a secret.

Instead, the news of his own who has lived in a small town for a long time is blocked.

"Although it's hot, the price is also high."

Yang Yu weighed this purple gold gourd, and there was a dim light in his eyes:

"It's not a big problem to sell it at a good price."

He is not an ordinary teenager who has lived in two lifetimes. Of course, he knows how tempting the words 'immortal' and 'longevity' are.

And the higher the position, the more so.

It is the beggar's eyes that are not as good as grass, and the emperor's eyes are peerless treasures.

"You're not greedy for such a baby?"

Wei He's complexion changed several times, and his gaze towards Yang Yu became more serious.

He has lived for more than seventy years, and he can be regarded as countless readers.

But it was the first time he had seen a young man of sixteen or seventeen years old who could weigh the gains and losses to such an extent that he was not greedy for treasures at all.

"If you can't keep the sand, it's better to lift it."

Yang Yu casually threw the gourd to Wei He, smiling nonchalantly:

"What price you can sell depends on how old you are!"

Since the Cauldron of Gluttony has contained its essence, he naturally does not want to keep such a useless and greedy thing in his hands.

Since it is useless, it is natural to find a good seller.

And in this world, what other seller can compare to the one behind Jin Yiwei?

"Be careful!"

Seeing Yang Yu casually throwing it at him, Wei He was taken aback, holding it in both hands, and cold sweat broke out on his face.

Carefully putting away things, the old man wiped his cold sweat:

"If this thing goes wrong, our grandfather is afraid of bad luck... Don't worry, the old man will sell you a good price!"

"Of course I'm relieved that you're always doing business."

Yang Prison rummaged through the sundries, gold, silver, and wealth beside him, and asked:

"How to deal with these things? The ones in the inner city seem to be coming to ask for it."

"Begging?"

Wei He sneered:

"Hoarding and living together, driving up the price of food and medicinal materials, and when people come to Qingzhou, they will all have to raid their homes, and none of them will survive!"

Yang prison nodded.

The laws of the Ming Dynasty were strict, especially for unscrupulous officials and gentry.

"These things, I have promised to several caravans, let them go to Shunde Prefecture and Qingzhou to transport food and medicinal materials. This rebellion, the villagers lost too much..."

Wei He's face is not good:

"But far away can't quench the thirst of the near, and this batch of property still has to be returned to these families for the time being to exchange for some food..."

There are tens of thousands of households and a population of 100,000 people in Montenegro, not counting other villages.

Lian Shengjiao did such a thing, and he didn't want to recover his vitality after ten years.

More urgent, or now.

In the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, there is nowhere to go and no food to eat.

He stood up, and Shi Leiting's hot hand was also for this reason.

But he didn't say another deeper reason. He was in a hurry to deal with these things. He was guarding against people from Qingzhou...

"You deal with it. If you need me to come forward, just let me know."

Yang Yu had a headache hearing this.

Last time, the 200 people in the cottage made them very busy, and there were more than 20,000 people in Heishan City. Let him deal with it, but it was really terrible.

"I'm going to appease one or two. More than half of the things here are seized for you. If it's useful, just take it."

Listening to the noise outside, the old man Wei's face sank, he patted the flying fish suit, and stepped out the door.

"This flying fish suit is very beautiful."

Looking at the gray clothes, Yang Yu was not without envy, but turned his head and looked at the clutter full of debris in the lobby.

The things in the lobby that can be received by Wei He are naturally screened.

"This is really a big gain..."

Yang Yu took a deep breath.

Although he stepped into the lobby, he felt the change in the cauldron of gluttony, but this number made his heart beat faster.

This is a full twenty-six ingredients!

"It turns out that it is not only martial arts that will be recognized as ingredients by the gluttony..."

Yang Yu shook his head, but he was not too surprised.

After all, calligraphy and painting itself are the items that are most likely to retain the spirit of the predecessors, and swords and the like are the minority.

Of the twenty-six ingredients, only eleven were related to martial arts, and many of them were inferior martial arts such as martial arts and fuqi techniques from the major martial arts halls in the inner city.

Not many are really valuable.

The most precious ones are Guo Han's nine-section whip and Guan Daoren's iron sword. As for Yuchilong, he has nothing long, and his palms have nothing left to hold his spirit.

And this group of people taught by Liansheng came instead, and naturally brought many good things.

Except for the prescription of 'Yang Pill' and 'Yin Dan'.

"The recipe for refining blood elixir is so precious, but the recipe is too disgusting..."

Yang Yu hesitated for a while, but put the recipe away.

Although he won't eat this disgusting medicine pill, maybe it will be useful someday?

In the end, Yang Yu picked up Liu Wenpeng's fine iron bow.

【Refined Iron Bow】

[Level: Good (Top)]

[Quality: Excellent (Extreme)]

[Evaluation: Made of black iron and fine steel, with deep arrows in hand to kill many enemies]

[Take the 'Four Elephant Arrows' of the Zhongcheng Archery Technique]

[Note: The great success of the Four Elephants and Arrows has a chance to realize the superior swordsmanship ‘God’s Will Four Elephants Arrows’]

[The cauldron of gluttony has insufficient energy storage and cannot be refined]

"Superior martial arts, Heaven's Will Four Elephant Arrows?"

Yang Yu's heart was mixed with surprises.

In Weihekou, there are only four classes of martial arts in the world. Not to mention, there are only three categories that are really suitable for blood-changing warriors.

The difference between these three types of martial arts lies in the threshold.

Only the blood energy and internal energy accumulated by the three exchange of blood are enough to practice the middle class martial arts~www.novelmt.com~ and the superior martial arts, there seem to be few in the entire Qingzhou, either in the hands of the imperial court, or in the sects that have been passed down for many years.

This Liu Wenpeng seems to have a different origin?

"Energy storage, storage energy..."

Putting down his guesses, Yang Prison sat down with a headache, and while swallowing iron broad beans, he flipped through the books he had found from all over the place.

Doubt flashed in my mind.

The previous Gluttony Cauldron did not have the words "superior", "middle" and "inferior".

It seems that the text it shows is related to its own cognition of the world?

...

I didn't stay long in the yamen lobby.

After Wei He was done with the trivial matters, Yang Yu got up and said goodbye.

Huhu~

The mournful North Wind fluttered with pieces of paper money.

On the mass burial mound outside the city, there were cries everywhere, many yamen servants were sweating profusely, and more people carried the corpses with sad faces.

"Six thousand four hundred and twenty-three..."

Li Eryi said the number of casualties that night with an unbearable expression.

After that night, some people lost their parents, some lost their wives and children, and some people lost their families.

At this moment, there are more people queuing up to make porridge in the Xishan Mass Burial Mound than in the inner city.

awful!

It's too awful!

Rao is that Yang Prison saw many dead people in the Liuji Mountain battlefield, but listening to the bursts of crying with hiss and lungs, his heart was still sour and he couldn't bear to look again.

This is a simple tomb, with a circle around it, and only a simple stone tablet.

Wang Wu, who lost his arm, has been standing here for a long time.

Yang Prison did not dare to disturb them and watched from a distance.

"Grandma's, the wind and sand are fascinated."

Rubbing his red eyes with one arm, Wang Wu looked at Yang Yu and said solemnly:

"Boy, how are you thinking?"