The First Cause of All Realms

The foundation of immortality...

Seeds of supernatural powers.

Until he got home, Yang Yu was still a little surprised.

Folk myths and novels are often spread widely, especially in this world that lacks entertainment.

Naturally, Yang Prison has also heard all kinds of legends in this world.

It's just that legends are just legends. He never thought that he would be associated with legends...

"Level map..."

Without disturbing her mother-in-law, she carefully closed the door. Yang Prison calmed down for a while, then sat down cross-legged and began to practice the iron crotch technique.

Among the many martial arts he knows, Tie Crotch is the slowest in progress, followed by the old mother's convincing record.

Even though the martial arts on the ingredients refined by the Cauldron of Gluttony were incomparable with him, and he practiced every day, it turned out that the time was too short.

The third floor was only halfway through, barely covering his neck.

After a long time, when the energy in his body was exhausted, he blew out the oil lamp, and Yang Yu just lay down on the bed with a knife in his clothes.

Closing his eyes slightly, he entered the cauldron of gluttony.

It was still a dark place with only a few shimmers of light, Yang Prison took advantage of the shimmering light from the progress bar on the wall of the tripod to carefully look at the ghost-headed sword.

"Is this what the Lian Sheng Jiao is looking for? I actually got it long ago?"

Yang Yu thought about it in his heart.

Started to analyze the message on the ghost-headed sword.

He was overwhelmed by too many things in the past few days. Although he learned a lot of uncommon slang from Li Eryi, he still didn't have time to analyze this ghostly sword.

At this time, after careful study and analysis, he really found something strange.

This 'Map of the Ranks of Ghosts, Gods and Kui Stars of the Ten Capitals' is not at all the magic secrets that the ancestors and grandchildren of Wei He thought.

The whole chapter is written in extremely obscure and unfamiliar terms, and there is no record of anything related to martial arts.

"Constructing merits to ascend to immortals, meeting immortals to increase longevity, and disintegrating a corpse into an immortal? This is another Taoist term? I can barely understand the meaning of the first two?"

Yang Prison has some headaches.

Without mentors and guides, it is easier said than done if you want to analyze things left thousands of years ago or even by yourself?

This is like a layman in a previous life who was just beginning to understand Chinese and ink, after reading a few books, he wanted to parse the entire ancient literature written in oracle bone script.

Even if you can read it word by word, it is difficult to understand the specific meaning of these words in that era.

"It's not so much a treasure as a myth, but if what the fat man said is true, then I should be missing something..."

After a long time, Yang Yu let go of the ghost-headed sword, but he had a guess in his heart:

"Perhaps, this mystery can be completely solved only by finding what's in the big prison?"

Except for some incomprehensible terminology, he has roughly finished reading the Kuixi rank map.

This ancient Taoist text records a deity named 'Kui Xing', who slayed demons and eliminated demons, and subdued all kinds of strange deeds.

Bizarre, weird and miraculous.

Yang Yu was a little helpless, but he was not discouraged.

Four generations of Wei He, something that has not been deciphered for more than a hundred years, how could he decipher it in a few days?

The meat is in the pot, and you are afraid that you won't be able to eat it in your mouth?

only……

"It's more reliable to collect the whole recipe..."

Yang Prison scanned the many ingredients in the cauldron.

Counting the iron wrench he just got, there are only three pieces left, and he can collect this recipe, which also has the name of the Ten Capitals.

Nine bulls and two tigers...

Phew!

Holding the knife in his hand, while dancing slowly, Yang Yu gradually let go of his distracting thoughts and practiced the knife in a quiet manner.

Even if there is something in my heart, it is still the same as before, without any slack.

……

Even though he hired someone to do the work, Yang Prison couldn't help but go to the big prison early the next morning.

It's a pity that I searched all over again, but found nothing.

I just found that there are more and more raw faces in the prison.

After leaving the prison, Yang Prison was a little disappointed, but he was not too surprised, so he went to the blacksmith shop on North Street.

In the blacksmith shop, where the smell of fireworks filled the air, a group of big men, with their sturdy upper bodies, kept pounding on the red and hot iron stones.

"Brother Yang is here?"

The tall shopkeeper of the blacksmith shop greeted him with a smile, pointed to a few hemp bags in the corner, and said:

"There are two hundred catties of iron beads, including pig iron, wrought iron, and iron, as well as bronze, brass, red copper, and so on. There are twenty-eight kinds in total."

"It's hard work."

Yang Yu thanked him and paid the money.

Limited by technology, the making of iron beads is much more troublesome than ordinary farm tools and swords, not to mention his requirements.

This shopkeeper is also a kind person.

"You're welcome."

Weighing the silver bag, the shopkeeper's smile became more intense:

"I wonder if my brother wants anything else? I think your waist knife seems to have a gap. Do you need to build one?"

"No need."

Yang Prison refused.

The military armor of the yamen soldiers is considered a good thing that the yamen rarely deducted.

Although this waist knife has some gaps in the curling edge, it is still better than the sword in this blacksmith shop.

Having said that, he picked up the two cloth bags in the corner and turned to leave.

"This little brother is really strong."

A new apprentice was wiping sweat and smacking his tongue.

He had also weighed those two cloth bags before, the weight was probably not about 300 jins, but in Yang Prison's hands, they seemed to have no weight.

"Do your job!"

The shopkeeper glared at him and was about to go back to the house when a few big men who were wrapped tightly walked in.

Snapped!

Before waiting for the shopkeeper to ask questions, a heavy ingot of gold had already been photographed on the table:

"How many swords do you have, how many do I want!"

"Big business!"

The shopkeeper was a little murmured in his heart, but looking at the gold in front of him, his eyes lit up, and he stepped forward with a smile.

……

Back home, Yang Prison rarely went to practice, but chatted with his mother-in-law.

Half a year has passed~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The old woman also recovered, and she was no longer as sullen as before, but it was the headache that gave Yang Prison a headache.

She didn't know who was bewitching her, but she actually had the idea of ​​proposing a marriage for her and starting a family.

"My mother-in-law is getting old, and you are going to start a family after all. The girl at the entrance of the alley is good. Although she is a bit fat, it is better to have a baby when she is fat, right?"

The old woman smiled and held Yang Yu's hand.

"Well, this is still not urgent, right?"

Yang Prison was sitting on the wax for a while, and after a while, he couldn't hold back his mother-in-law's words, so he could only find an excuse to go back to the room.

While practicing the method of obedience, one by one swallowed all kinds of metal beads, feeling the changes in the cauldron of gluttony.

With the increase of ingredients, the shortcoming of the gluttony tripod's slow progress in accumulating energy is still exposed.

Yang Yu had no choice but to taste all kinds of metals.

Pig iron, wrought iron, ferrous iron, bronze, brass, red copper... After trying more than 20 metals one after another, Yang Prison found it a bit of a headache.

The most suitable ones are still gold and silver.

"Where are you the cauldron of gluttony, you are clearly a gold swallowing beast..."

Yang Prison gritted his teeth.

He had some money in his hand, but not to mention daily expenses, the shortage of blood-changing medicinal materials was huge.

There is really no spare money to feed the gluttonous cauldron.

If it was normal, he could have replaced it with other metals, but it was a bit slower, but now the city of Montenegro is getting more and more uneasy.

He also had to prepare.

The ingredients have to be refined, so the recipe doesn't need it?

The cold wind was blowing, and the dark clouds covered the moon. It was when everything was quiet that Yang Yu went out quietly and took advantage of the darkness to touch Liu's residence.

Soon, in an alley, he saw Wang Wu who was waiting.

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