The First Cause of All Realms

Phew!

Huhu~

In the bone-chilling cold wind, Yang Yu wore a gray bunt, his sleeves rolled up, his fists and feet trembled, hitting the snow against the wind.

His body undulates, moves with the wind, his footsteps seem to lift and fall, and wherever he passes, a large piece of snow rises and falls, and is extinguished by his claws.

After a long time, he slowly closed his fists, exhaled, sweating profusely.

"Fist, toe and palm are the most fierce to capture! If you don't move, you're done. If you move, you will break people's bones and bones, and grab their internal organs. There are some masters in Qingzhou army. Once they do it, they are like evil tigers.

Wang Wu, whose injuries have improved a lot, put his hands on his side and commented from time to time:

"You have already entered the hall."

Tan Hong looked at it expressionlessly, but he was really envious in his heart.

The sword technique has been superb, and the claw is so well practiced, it really made him feel a little unstable.

"It's just a little progress."

Putting away the air, Yang Yu also had a little smile.

After all, martial arts is the way of fighting. With the experience of fighting in previous battles, his various martial arts have improved by leaps and bounds in the past two weeks.

The tiger-shaped grappling hand has improved a lot, but the biggest improvement is the iron crotch skill.

Wang Wuwai's training skills are far superior to him, so he can naturally give him more pointers. There are some tricks that seem to be simple, but they will never be thought of until they are broken.

Take this iron crotch technique, for example.

In the same way of transporting qi and blood to warm and nourishing, after Wang Wu's instructions, the progress has been accelerated by as much as a few percent.

"Good is good, bad is bad! Since you want to practice martial arts, you should keep your three points of evil spirits. You can't be too evil, and you can't be too good."

Wang Wu said, took out his pocket and threw it to Yang Prison:

"Last night, I went down the mountain and took your reward money! Click a little bit, and see if it's a lot less."

"My lord is righteous."

Yang Yu was in a better mood, he took the money bag and weighed it.

It really started to count.

Let Wang Wu stare at him, and Tan Hong, who also received the reward, smiled wryly.

How can there be a reason to do a face-to-face check?

"The money and the goods are gone, and the old man is not deceived. Don't want more, don't have less."

Yang Prison leaned against a birch tree, and as soon as he opened it, he immediately shouted:

"Is this the wrong weight? Why are there still bottles and jars? Gold sore medicine? Or what?"

"Why, only money?"

Wang Wu cursed angrily:

"Things that have no vision! Let me tell you, what's in these bottles and jars is the real good thing! Warms blood, boosts internal qi, and medicine for internal and external injuries!

There's no way, you won't even want to buy it in your life! "

"Nourishes blood and qi, and boosts inner qi? Sure enough, it is a good practice in the public sect, and there are such good things."

Hearing this, Yang Yu's eyes lit up.

A few days ago, he had already repaired the "Old Mother Wants to Convince Qilu" to the third level, but unfortunately, limited by the level of blood exchange, he could not improve any further.

At this time, what he cared most about was to warm and nourish blood and increase inner qi.

The former determines the height of his internal and external training, and the latter determines the power and durability of his various martial arts.

but……

"Gold sore medicine, you don't need it."

"Um?"

Taking over two bottles of gold sore medicine, Wang Wu raised his eyebrows:

"People are in the rivers and lakes, how can anyone not get a knife? Are you sure you don't?"

"Let's replace it with something that warms and nourishes blood and qi. It's a little bit broken. Where is the medicine worth wasting?"

Putting away the package, Yang Prison is quite eager to try it now.

To make Wang Wuzhen value it, this thing should be useful.

"for you."

Tossed two porcelain vases over.

After the two of them were counted, Wang Wucai nodded, took out another package, and handed it to Yang Yu:

"Here are the pensions of those brothers. You can take them and send them to the city when you return to the city..."

"Sir, are you not going back to the city?"

Tan Hong's expression changed.

Yang Yu was stunned for a moment, and then he thought of something.

"Just now, I went back to the cottage to take a look. As I expected, someone dug a grave and counted the bodies."

Wang Wu was expressionless.

Tan Hong's face was ugly: "Do you think they are looking for our bodies?"

"Yes or no, I can't go back to the city with you this time."

Wang Wu's tone was cold and hard, with a strong voice:

"Even if there is an emergency and I don't show up, no one will dare to touch the two of you."

"Okay."

Taking the package solemnly, Yang Yu asked about Heishan City again.

"Don't believe anyone except Wang Fobao."

Wang Wu said categorically.

"Montenegro has become what it is today, so Wang Fobao can't be blamed, right?"

Tan Hong gritted his teeth.

After this incident, he, who had no good feelings for the Heishan County government, added a bit of disgust.

"As far as the muddy water in Heishan County is concerned, even if Wang Fobao is covered in iron, how many nails can he hit?"

Wang Wu shook his head:

"You underestimate that magistrate too much."

Having said that, his eyes fell on Yang Yu: "Liu Wenpeng is the best at shooting in the six arts of Confucianism. Those who underestimate him are dead."

Yang Yu was shocked.

Before, he really wanted to touch Liu's house in the middle of the night and shave the county magistrate's head and cut his throat.

"People don't fight against officials, remember, remember."

Seeing that Yang Yu didn't speak, Wang Wu gave another warning.

He knew that this kid was not a quiet master.

"I have always obeyed the law, so don't worry, my lord."

Yang Prison smiled.

"Okay, let's go back."

Wang Wu waved his hand and was about to leave.

"etc."

Yang Yu called Wang Wu again and asked him if he had any weapons that he didn't need, or something that was quite old.

"The ones that are not needed will be sold naturally. Who wants to keep so many waste items?"

Wang Wu threw his sleeves impatiently and wanted to leave.

Tan Hong, who had been frowning for a while, raised his head and said solemnly:

"My lord, how much money will it cost if the family relocates to Anding County?"

"Um?"

……

There were more than ten people when we went, and no one saw him off.

When two people came, many people greeted them.

Sitting in the official sedan chair, Yang Yu felt a burst of disgust, and the idea of ​​shaving the head and throat of the 'three-foot' county magistrate became more and more serious.

It was just this thought, when I caught a glimpse of the old man behind Sanchi Liu, all his hair, hair and clothes were all gray and white, he immediately disappeared.

Master!

Yang Yu lowered his head and became vigilant in his heart.

This old man oppressed him even more heavily than Wang Wu.

'This person has a faint odor on his body. Could it be that he is practicing the legendary poison art? ’

Yang Yu had mixed thoughts in his heart.

The county magistrate, a kind of gentle scholar, said apologetically, his two sons were playful, but they killed these people.

He has already reprimanded him a few times.

Yang Yu resisted the urge to cut his throat and listened, it was almost dusk.

The two were about to leave when the county magistrate asked about the packages on their bodies:

"Da Ming Law~www.wuxiaspot.com~ All the stolen goods of the prisoners, thieves and bandits, no matter who captures them, they will be confiscated..."

"Um?"

Yang Prison almost couldn't hold back, his chest heaved for a moment before he offered the package with a smile:

"Naturally, Wang Zhaotou took those belongings away, there are only some clothes here..."

Both of them sneered in their hearts.

Who does not know the name of Sanchi Liu?

Who else dares to come to the door with gold and silver in their arms?

Before entering the city, the two had already hidden their money.

"Where is it?"

He casually flipped through the clothes in the two packages, Liu Wenpeng waved his hands impatiently and let them go back.

"Brother Tan, even if you want to leave, don't leave these days."

After exiting the gate of Liu's residence, Yang Prison said something in a low voice.

Tan Hong nodded solemnly, and he also smelled a more dangerous atmosphere in the city than it was before January.

"Liu Wenpeng..."

Yang Yu let out a deep breath.

With a glance from the corner of his eye, he saw at the gate of the mansion, the old Taoist who seemed to have practiced poison art, seemed to be waiting for someone, and seemed to be watching him.

With an inclination in his heart, he quickened his pace and left.

"What does this kid seem to have guessed?"

Guan Shanshui said lightly.

"A little scoundrel who just changed blood, is it worth caring about?"

Inside the mansion gate, Liu Wenpeng came slowly:

"Brother Guan, you have been walking around the city these few days. If you see Wang Wu, be sure to capture him! If there is any obstruction, kill without mercy!"

Guan Shanshui's eyes flickered: "What if Wang Fobao blocked it?"

"No, he is not Wang Wu."

Liu Wenpeng smiled when he heard the words:

"Our headhunter is very smart."

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