Ye Chu accidentally learned this one day. Yu Gang and others called it the Holy River, but the disciples of the Five Holy Mountains called it the Mortal River.
The three words "Mortal River" shocked Ye Chu, and Ye Chu could not calm down. He went to Xiayu just for the Mortal River, but he did not expect that this river was
From the map, we learned that there was holy liquid in the mortal river. But based on Ye Chu's experience of taking four kinds of holy liquid, he couldn't find any breath in it.
If it is like the map, there is a thin spring flowing out and blending into the river. If the villagers living here can have such a magical effect, it is not surprising that each of them can live to be 150 years old.
Because the river water is mixed with holy liquid, it is not surprising that it has any kind of magic. But the problem is that Ye Chu did not feel any trace of the holy liquid.
How could this happen? Is it true that only mortals can feel the medicinal effect of absorbing the holy liquid? We can't. If this is the case, how can we explain the magical effect of river water brewing medicine?
Ye Chu couldn't understand and could only explore the river every day. But day by day, he still found nothing.
During these days, Uncle Yu brewed several bowls of medicinal liquid for him every day, and Ye Chu took care of himself every day. His health was mostly improved, but his complexion was still pale.
Ye Chu has integrated into this simple town these days, and has become familiar with the people of this town. This simple and uncontroversial life is a luxury for Ye Chu, so he is extremely rare, here
The actor is an ordinary person, feeling the warmth here.
But the arrival of the disciples from the Five Holy Mountains who lived a life without fighting against the world was completely shattered. The Five Holy Lands came on horseback with great momentum, and they were so frightened that countless shops were overturned on the streets of the small town, which was full of beautiful things.
Shops were scattered everywhere, trampled and smashed by horse hooves.
These disciples of the Holy Mountain stood on horseback in the center of the street, summoned their strength and shouted to the town: monthly tax, ten kilograms of ointment, get it quickly, anyone missing even one cent will die.
The opponent's voice was arrogant. Ye Chu was holding Xiao Yu'er in the farmhouse at the moment. He frowned slightly when he heard this voice. At this time, Uncle Yu was holding a snakeskin bag and was about to walk out of the house quickly.
When Ye Chu saw it, he couldn't help asking: Uncle Yu, what are you doing?
The disciples from the Holy Mountain have come to collect taxes. They must hand over the ointment quickly, lest he make things difficult for Uncle Yu while he is running and talking.
Ye Chu was confused and asked Xiao Yu'er to stay at home. He also followed Yu Bo out and saw a group of people standing on horseback in the middle of the street. Each farmer's family threw them a snakeskin bag, and they weighed it with their hands.
, then put it away.
Uncle Yu quickly ran to them, bowed and said: Sir, this is the customary tax for this month.
The Holy Mountain disciple finally opened his mouth and nodded, signaling to Uncle Yu that he could leave.
Hearing this, Uncle Yu breathed a sigh of relief and then left.
How dare you bring such a bad product to the rescue? Not long after Yu Bo left, the disciples of the Holy Mountain roared angrily and whipped the villagers who came to hand over the ointment.
Ye Chu was looking at this villager, whom he also knew. He was Old Huangtou from the west end of the town. There were two people in his family. His son was bitten off both legs by a ferocious beast when he went up the mountain last month. He was paralyzed in bed now. The whole family relied on the old man.
Collect herbs from Huangtou Mountain to support people.
Old Huangtou's life was very difficult. He had to feed two people while collecting herbs, take care of his son, and stabilize his son's injury, which cost an astonishing amount of money.
It is precisely because of this that the people in this town take good care of him. Many times, the things given to Lao Huangtou are given half as a gift and half sold. Ye Chu also secretly gives Lao Huangtou something to cook for his son.
Some elixirs were missing from the medicinal materials, which stabilized his son's injury.
But his life was obviously very sad. An old man who was already over a hundred years old had his hunched body whipped and was knocked directly to the ground. There was a deep blood mark on his back, and the blood seeped into his clothes from his back.
His eyes were palpitating, and Old Huangtou screamed.
Ye Chu couldn't help but want to step out. An old man was beaten like this. These people really have no humanity at all.
As soon as Ye Chu took a step, he was pulled by Yu Bo. Yu Bo shook his head and signaled Ye Chu not to be impulsive.
Old guy, I told you a long time ago that the ointment should be as viscous as a stone. What do you mean it's like tofu? As he spoke, he whipped down the whip again, hitting Old Huangtou's face directly, and his face suddenly became numb.
A whip scar appeared, like a bloody snake, very ferocious.
When Ye Chu, who was looking for death, saw it, he couldn't help but want to take action.
Don't be impulsive. Uncle Yu was shocked when he saw that the veins in Ye Chu's fists were flashing. You can't expose your practice. Otherwise, they will know that we are harboring practitioners here and they will definitely wash this town with blood. You
We can keep Old Huangtou at this time, but what will happen after you leave? We will all die." Yu Bo said with a sigh.
This sentence made Ye Chu take a deep breath, and then his fists relaxed. As the disciples of the Holy Mountain whipped Lao Huangtou with whip after whip, Ye Chu's eyes turned blood red.
Old Huangtou was beaten until his whole body was covered in blood, but no one dared to save him. Such a cruel and bloody scene happened in front of them.
Ye Chu took a deep breath, looked at these people coldly, and said silently in his heart: None of you can survive.
Sir, this is my limit. Please give me some mercy, and I will compensate you next month. Old Huangtou begged, kneeling on the ground, and let the whip hit his body again and again, leaving bloody marks.
, the meat pieces were turned out, it was extremely bloody and shocking, and Ye Chu couldn't bear it anymore. For an ordinary old man, this was too cruel.
Hum, old guy, I'll give you twenty pounds next month, otherwise it won't be a whip. The Holy Mountain disciple whipped him once, then he hummed, and continued to collect the ointment from others.
Old Huangtou kowtowed on the ground to express his gratitude. Every time he kowtowed, his blood remained and dyed the ground red.
The ointments that Ye Chu took on Lao Huangtou were not much thinner than those of others. If they continued to soak in the sun, the difference would only be about one or two. But just for one or two, Lao Huangtou was whipped like this, and Ye Chu looked grim.
, full of murderous intent.
A noble cultivator would treat an ordinary old man like this. It would not be an exaggeration to say that these people are crazy.
As these people collected all the ointments, there was another strong wind, overturning countless medicine shops in the town. The cold look on Ye Chu's mouth became even stronger.
After seeing them leaving, Ye Chu said to Yu Gang: Uncle Yu, you go back to Xiao Yu'er first, I have something else to do.
Children, don't be impulsive, they are not people you can mess with. Uncle Yu seemed to know what Ye Chu wanted to do, and said to Ye Chu.
Uncle Yu, don't worry, I have my own sense of discretion. Ye Chu said to Uncle Yu, and left in the opposite direction to the disciples of the Holy Mountain.