Chapter 103 Seven Profound Gate (two in one chapter)
Is there someone on the roof?!
Yang Yu's heart skipped a beat.
His five senses are far beyond those of ordinary people. Even when he was undergoing a blood exchange, he never relaxed his perception of the outside world and even became more alert.
Moreover, even when his qi and blood were breakthrough and his five senses were at their most acute, he could only hear the faintest sound of breathing.
But I couldn't feel his blood and heartbeat.
"The tortoise and the snake hide in winter, and the horse hides in the dark. To be able to control oneself to such an extent, this person's control of the body is far better than mine. He is a great master!"
Suppressing the restlessness in his heart, Yang Yu pretended that nothing happened and put on his clothes one by one.
call!
And the moment he held the knife in his hand, a strong wind suddenly rose outside the house, and the turbulent air flow broke the window bolt and poured in.
Yang Yu held the knife in his backhand and bowed slightly, frightened but not confused, with blood surging and murderous intent hidden inside:
"Who are you?"
The wind is blowing high at night outside.
On a dead branch of an old tree, a faceless figure wearing a gray robe moved with the wind. Even if he saw it with his own eyes, Yang Yu still couldn't detect the man's blood and heartbeat.
My heart couldn't help but tighten.
After practicing martial arts to a certain level, you can control yourself and slow down your heartbeat and breathing, but the breathing of the person in front of you is almost inaudible.
This is probably a strange martial arts such as the Turtle Breath Kung Fu.
This is simply the best assassin.
"Good boy."
There was no movement on the treetops, and an old and deep voice sounded in Yang Yu's ears:
"Such a strong character, such talent. The size of Qingzhou can only be measured in two palms."
"Your Excellency, your martial arts skills are so high, why do you hide your head and show your tail like this? You have lost your magnanimity!"
Yang Yu's mind was solemn, as if he were facing a formidable enemy.
Shocked but not confused.
The inn he chose was very special. It was only two streets away from Liu Men's station. Just a long whistle would surely alarm Liu Men.
"What is magnanimity?"
The man in gray robe shook his head and laughed:
"Boy, when you travel around the world, you want everything. Just these two words, don't ask for them."
Yang Yu looked back with cold eyes and said nothing more, but held the knife a little tighter.
"So vigilant, no wonder the Lord values it so much. He does have the capital."
The man in gray robe sighed slightly:
"Boy, you don't have to be like this. Although you are extremely talented, you have only been practicing martial arts for a few years. If I want to harm you, even if you hold ten steel knives, it will not help."
"That's not necessarily the case."
Yang Yu turned a deaf ear, but was alert in his heart.
The old guy's voice was quite loud, but no one in the inn seemed to hear him.
This is very similar to "transmitting sound into the secret".
"You do not believe?"
The face was invisible under the gray robe, but Yang Yu seemed to see a joking old face.
Whoosh!
Like a blink of an eye.
Just listen to the roar of a crane in your ears, and you can hear the howling of the wind.
Wow!
At this moment, Yang Yu felt as if the air around him had turned into solid water covering his whole body, and his whole movement suddenly stopped.
And a yellow and dry palm that looked like a chicken's claw had already lightly crossed the distance of ten feet and appeared three feet in front of him!
Swift, light, yet as heavy as a mountain!
"So fast!"
Yang Yu's eyes narrowed, but his movements were extremely quick.
I saw that his steps were a little heavier, and the mighty strength surged onto his shoulders and back like a turbulent wave, and his whole body shrank and tightened.
He broke through the airflow that restrained his whole body.
Buzz!
At the same time, the long sword had set off a waterfall of cold swords, slashing from bottom to top towards the old man's withered palm like a chicken's claw.
"Huh?"
In a slightly surprised voice, Yang Yu saw that the visitor's palm suddenly softened, and it was like a cloth belt placed on his extremely fast decapitation knife.
call!
With the strong force, the air flow spread out, and in an instant, many furnishings in the room began to vibrate and sway.
"not good!"
Yang Yu's heart was beating wildly.
I felt the surging inner breath burst out from the arm, wrapping around the blade like a tornado to his arm and whole body.
It seems that I want to bring him up alive!
"snort!"
The warning sign suddenly sounded, and Yang Yu roared without thinking, and the red color spread all over his body.
Kakakka~
The muscles all over his body were roaring and flexing like a horned dragon. His whole body seemed to swell up, and his feet seemed to be taking root, resisting the spiral energy.
At the same time, his left arm suddenly lifted up, his fingers pinched together, and he thrust it forward, like a battering ram being pushed with full force by a dozen people on the battlefield.
Hit the man in gray robe hard!
boom!
There was a dull, low sound.
Yang Yu's expression changed and he jumped into the air. For the first time in the wrestling match, he was at a disadvantage and was knocked out of the window.
boom!
Landed hard.
Just as he was about to have an attack, the man in gray robe had already jumped back to the treetop and waved his hand:
"My old bones can't stand the torture, so let's stop."
Stab~
With a wave of his hand, the gray robe was torn apart in a spiral, revealing a lean, yellow, muscular arm without any fat on it.
"If you want to fight, then fight, if you want to stop, then stop?"
Yang Yu's tone was unkind, but he didn't have another attack.
But it was certain in my heart.
Although this old guy's martial arts were very high, he seemed to have been severely injured, and there were flaws in his inner energy movement, which did not leave him without the ability to fight back.
"He is unforgiving."
The man in gray robe shook his head:
"Boy, do you mind if we change the place to talk?"
"Change somewhere?"
Yang Prison frowned.
After several fights, he had determined that this old guy was not irresistible, but his martial arts was too high. Only a ghost would want to change places to communicate with him when it was dark and windy at night.
"I underestimated you. This exchange was too noisy. I'm afraid the people at Six Doors have noticed it. If you don't change places, I will have no choice but to come back next time."
The man in gray robe said calmly.
Although the exchange between the two was brief, there was a lot of movement. The whole inn was lit up with lights, and there were even curses.
It seemed that someone had already gotten up.
"That's up to you."
Yang Yu didn't bother to talk to him anymore. He took a few steps and used some force on the wall to climb back to his room.
A gentleman will not stand behind a dangerous wall. This old guy's martial arts skills are ruthless and his behavior is sneaky. He would only go out with him when he loses his mind.
"You kid..."
The man in gray robe was so angry that his teeth itched.
But there was nothing he could do. Listening to the sound of strong wind coming from outside the long street, he shook his hand and threw out a piece of paper, and the whole person quietly disappeared into the treetops.
He comes and goes without a trace, like a ghost.
"This old guy..."
Yang Yu's eyelids twitched.
He didn't suffer any loss in this fight, but the old guy obviously had some spare strength, and he was full of energy and blood.
But he just grabbed it with one arm, rolled it up, and knocked it out of the room.
This martial arts can be said to be the best he has ever seen in his life.
Especially this light skill, it was simply outrageous. He saw the night as if it were daytime, and he could see clearly that this old guy had crossed two streets with just a few steps.
Extremely fast and silent.
There was a lot of cursing in the inn, and the shopkeeper and waiter came to the room to inquire. Yang Yu responded casually and took down the piece of paper nailed to the wall.
This piece of paper was fluttering lightly, but it penetrated three-thirds of the wall, and the bluestone was cut open, showing extremely superb hidden weapon skills.
In a short period of time, this old guy has already demonstrated four profound martial arts, especially Qing Gong, which is probably the best martial arts.
I can resist a little or two with my best efforts, but if it uses all its strength, it will be really dangerous.
Thinking in his mind, Yang Yu looked at the note and became fascinated by it.
"Apparition?"
After a long time, Yang Yu just came back to his senses. With a flick of his wrist, he shook the note into powder, his face a little gloomy and uncertain.
There are more than three hundred words on a thin piece of paper.
It is the beginning of a superior martial art called "Ghost Shadow Phantom Step".
Obviously, this is the martial arts of the man in gray robe.
"Who is this old guy? Are people from the four major families here just for this fine gold armor?"
Rubbing his temples, Yang Yu had a headache.
As soon as he entered Qingzhou, trouble came to his door, which he did not expect.
Although superior martial arts were extremely precious, he didn't have to worry about not being able to learn them with the Six Gates and Imperial Guards at his back. After all, according to Wei He, that Dao Fruit was more than enough to exchange for a superior martial arts.
The 'fine gold armor' he is wearing is no accident, and it can also be replaced by a superior martial arts.
Although he was a bit greedy about this light skill, he knew very well that it was probably not a good thing.
Qingzhou may seem prosperous and peaceful, but underneath, there may be turbulent undercurrents.
After standing stunned for a long time, Yang Yu finally came back to his senses.
"With six doors at our back, Jinyiwei, the two largest intelligence organizations in the world, what am I thinking about?"
Shaking his hands and scattering the ashes, Yang Yu didn't bother to clean up the messy room, so he put on his clothes and sat cross-legged with a knife in his hand.
After this incident, the joy of breakthrough disappeared, and urgency arose in my heart.
Even though he possesses great power, his foundation is still too weak to be able to breathe a sigh of relief.
…
…
Whoosh!
In the night wind, the men in gray robes shuttled through the streets and alleys like ghosts.
His speed is extremely fast.
Even if he passes by her as he changes body shape, the night watchman cannot detect him.
Soon, he walked around the city for a few moments and came to an alley in the south of the city. He knocked on the door gently and pushed the door open after receiving a response.
This is a small courtyard, with three rooms and one tree.
It was already dark at this time, and there were still flickering lights in the study.
"come in!"
There was a sound in the study room.
The man in gray robe pushed open the door and walked in. In the small room, an elegant young man in scholar's uniform sat upright, seeming to be flipping through a file.
In front of the desk in front of him, a burly man shrank and trembled.
"Jiang Ba!"
The elegant young man spoke calmly, and the big man was frightened and responded tremblingly: "For betraying the great trust of the Lord, Jiang Ba deserves death!"
If Yang Yu were here, he would be able to recognize that the trembling big man was Jiang Ba of the Golden Sword Sect whom he had captured before.
"In order to save you, the mad dogs from Liumen are searching the city for me right now."
The elegant young man said calmly.
"My lord..."
Jiang Ba's eyes were full of despair.
"My lord."
The man in gray robe bowed and said:
"That boy is extremely vigilant. Even when exchanging blood, he is still on guard. The old slave's Dantian was broken by 'Qin Jinfeng', so he is not completely sure of taking him down...
This kid has excellent bones and is a top martial arts seed. His talent is only inferior to that of Wei Zhengxian back then. Should we try to absorb him?"
"Who would have thought that a big toad crawled out of an ant's nest? Let's talk about the absorption. The most important thing at the moment is to improve the armor."
The elegant young man sighed:
"For this fine gold armor, three elders died in the sect, and only two of the seven great guests were left, and they were almost killed by the Jin Yiwei. I thought that the overall situation was settled, but I didn't expect that they would fall into the hands of such a little thing.
"
Among the many taboos of the Ming Dynasty, fine gold and armor were at the forefront. Outsiders were strictly prohibited from casting fine gold armor. In fact, many forces had methods for refining fine gold.
The method of refining fine gold into armor can only be found in the Great Tomorrow Engineering Institute.
He has been plotting for this armor for several years, who knows...
"Jiang Ba deserves death!"
The man in gray robe said in a low tone: "Everyone from the Golden Sword Sect deserves to die!"
He couldn't help but not be angry.
Because of this armor, he was almost beaten to death by Qin Jinfeng, so he had no choice but to appoint a security guard to send him to Lao Qingzhou. Who knew that this idiot couldn't even handle this little thing?
"Jiang Ba's crime deserves death. I just ask the Lord to spare my life at the Golden Knife Sect..."
Jiang Ba shuddered, and when he saw that the two of them were unmoved, he roared and slapped himself with a palm, exhaled his breath, and died on the spot after his brain collapsed.
"It's so cheap to die."
The man in gray robe is still angry.
"Six gates and Jin Yiwei are all targeting us. Have you not been discovered during this trip?"
The elegant young man asked Jiang Ba calmly without even looking at him.
"Of course not. Although the old slave has hurt his Dantian, there are not many people in Qingzhou who can track me without being discovered by me."
The man in gray robe spoke humbly:
"It's just that the fine gold armor is of great importance. I don't dare to force myself to do it, so I can only promise a bait. Moreover, the boy's talent is too good, and I also want to take him in..."
"If you can get back the fine gold armor, it's up to you whether you accept a disciple or not."
The elegant young man sighed:
"I just hope that the 'Armor Psychic Technique' is really in this fine gold armor. If not, what happened to our Qixuan Sect will really make people laugh."
"Your Majesty will definitely be able to obtain the 'armor psychic skill' and then refine the world-famous Hundred-Step Flying Sword of our Qixuan Sect!"
The man in gray robe spoke with fanaticism.
"How can it be that easy?"
However, the elegant young man's interest was waning and he waved his hand to let him go:
"Go and get some elixirs to heal your wounds."
The man in gray robe closed the door and could faintly hear his sigh:
"The tide has been rising and falling for three thousand years. If it fails, I really won't have any chance..."
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…
Six Gates is located in the outer city of Qingzhou, in the south of the city. It occupies a large area and has a solemn and solemn atmosphere.
At dawn, Yang Yu got up from the inn and went to the station at Liumen to report.
Tiefeng obviously knew that he was coming, and had been waiting for him early. He took him to report, and received clothes, a sword, and the salary promised to him.
"My six-door catchers have a monthly salary of three taels of silver, one Blood-Building Pill and Qi-enhancing Pill each, and the top catchers have a monthly salary of twelve taels, and each have eleven Blood-Building Pills and Qi Pills.
The Bronze Badge head catcher received the best treatment, with a monthly salary of thirty taels of silver, twenty blood-boosting pills and Qi-enhancing pills each, and some gold sore medicine.
However, you have received some from other strongholds before, and there are only seven years left. As for the murderer you captured, the specific value has to wait for the document to be assessed.
But let’s not talk about great merit, but there are small merits.”
Leading Yang Yu to get the ten years' salary promised by the six doors before, this steady man's hands were trembling a little and he couldn't help but be jealous.
It's just money. No one who can join the Six Sects lacks that little salary, but the Blood-Building Pill and Qi-Building Pill are really precious things.
In Qingzhou, it is a hard currency more popular than gold.
What made him even more jealous were the dozens of gangsters captured by Yang Prison. Regardless of their great or minor achievements, they could all be exchanged for more precious elixirs and martial arts.
These gangsters, combined with his previous achievements in quelling the rebellion of the Liansheng Cult on his own, I am afraid that he will even have to make great achievements.
Great job...
"Six Doors is really rich and powerful."
Yang Prison felt a little bit tongue-tied in his heart.
The treatment of Liumen is more than ten times better than that of ordinary policemen and yamen servants.
Of course, along the way, he has gained a fortune of tens of millions and a mediocre salary. The only thing that is really useful to him is the elixir.
The Buxue Dan Yiqi Pill is not only better than the medicinal bath, it is ten times better. He has made this progress and also has the power of the elixir.
As he possesses the Cauldron of Gluttony, the gold and iron residue in the elixir will hardly affect him. He can swallow the elixir much more smoothly than ordinary warriors.
"Our six doors have various places such as the 'Miscellaneous Room', 'Weapon Armor Room', 'Document Room' and 'Crime Detective Room'. Among them, the Miscellaneous Soldier Armor Room is where pills, martial arts, and armor are exchanged.
The mediocre martial arts promised to you by the door is in the utility room, and the document room is where merit is evaluated and contains the most detailed wanted information in the world..."
After telling Yang Yu what he knew in one breath, Tiefeng handed it over and said, "There's nothing else. I'll take my leave now, brother."
"Brother Lao Tie will introduce you."
Thank you Yang Yu.
Although he will know these chores sooner or later, knowing them one day earlier will save him a lot of trouble.
At least, I know where to find the information about the old guy last night.
"Ahem, then, see you later."
Tiefeng turned around reluctantly.
Yang Yu was thinking about something in his mind, and when Tiefeng was about to leave, he remembered something and slipped a bottle of pills over.
"How can this be so embarrassing?"
Tie Feng turned around quickly, held the porcelain bottle, his old face turned red and felt a little ashamed:
"Brother was severely injured a few years ago, and his energy and blood were weak. His condition declined and he needed elixirs to replenish his strength. I'm really ashamed..."
"It's human nature, why be ashamed."
Yang Yu shook his head slightly.
No one should be nice to you for no reason. It is normal to ask for something.
"Thank you."
Tiefeng took a deep breath and saw Yang Yu was about to leave, so he quickly called him and whispered:
"Brother Yang, you got so many pills this time, it's inevitable that some people will be jealous, so you'd better be careful..."
"Thank you for reminding."
Yang Yu nodded. He had been born in two lifetimes, so he didn't understand anything.
After putting away the elixir and salary money, Yang Yu was not in a hurry to receive his martial arts skills. He turned around and walked towards the document room.
The document room was larger and more lively than Yang Yu had imagined.
It was just daybreak, and there were more than ten people in the filing room fetching files, but no one paid attention to them when they saw someone coming.
Yang Prison watched for a while and then came to the old man guarding the place.
“Get it yourself.”
Before Yang Yu could speak, the old man responded coldly and pointed to the hundreds of bookshelves in the scroll room.
Yang Yu shook his head inwardly and followed Tiefeng's warning and handed over a piece of silver knowingly.
The old man glanced at it, and his face suddenly smiled like a daisy:
"Little brother, do you know how to find people or trouble?"
"Looking for someone."
Yang Prison described the figure, voice, and martial arts of the gray-robed man last night.
"The shot is accompanied by the sound of a crane? A spiritual crane with hundreds of claws? A person like a ghost, practicing the light skill of phantom body, wearing a gray robe, and sounding like a crow?"
The old man murmured to himself.
After a while, he turned around and started searching.
Yang Prison was not in a hurry, he casually pulled out a dossier from the bookshelf and started reading.
This wait lasted for more than an hour.
The old man who guarded the case room was very dedicated. He was covered in sweat while looking for it. Yang Yu read a lot of files before he handed a dusty ancient scroll to Yang Yu:
"The Phantom Body Kung Fu is an evil martial art from hundreds of years ago. There were not many people practicing it at that time. Here are some records about this martial art. Take a look."
The old man wiped his sweat and felt a little guilty:
"What you said is too vague. If you can't find it, the old man can't do anything..."
"Is it really an evil martial arts?"
Thinking back to the movement skills of the gray-robed man yesterday, Yang Yu heartily agreed. After opening the ancient scroll, he realized why this martial arts was called evil martial arts.
The ghosts and phantoms were created by the ghost spirits Sanren three hundred years ago.
According to legend, this martial art is extremely cruel. Practitioners must wash their bodies with venom from an early age to stimulate the organs and muscles. Once mastered, they will become ugly and look like ghosts.
In addition, people who have been taking poison since childhood have often made people who practice this martial arts paranoid and crazy. They often like to kill others for fun, and over time it has been called evil martial arts.
Seeing this introduction, Yang Yu suddenly stopped thinking and looked through it one after another, but his heart sank:
"No……"
It is said that the ghost movement has been lost for a long time, and the last person who knew this technique was an abandoned disciple of the Qixuan Sect more than a hundred years ago.
"I want the files of Qixuanmen."
Yang Prison took out another two taels of broken silver.
The old man's eyes lit up and he hurriedly turned around to look for it, but after a moment he turned back with an embarrassed look on his face:
"The files of the Qixuan Sect are locked up by your lord, and only those with a bronze medal or above can access them..."
The files in the filing room are not without thresholds.
Normal messages are just that, anything important has a threshold.
"Bronze medal to catch the head?"
Yang Yu smiled and took out a copper seal from his pocket.
"you……"
The old man was stunned. Of course he didn't believe that someone dared to forge bronze medals at the Liumen stronghold, but this young man, who was only 17 or 18 years old, actually wanted to arrest the head with a bronze medal?
"You, are you Yang Prison?"
The old man cried out
Whoosh!
The dozen or so people who were flipping through the files a moment ago all turned their heads and looked at Yang Yu.
Some are surprised, some curious, some indifferent, but also dissatisfied and scrutinized.
Of course, Yang Yu didn't know that before he arrived in Qingzhou, things about him had been spread among the six gates for a long time.
A small jailer in a remote place, who by chance put down a small rebellion, suddenly became a bronze medal headhunter.
How can this convince them?
In addition, the fact that one of them instigated the overthrow of Dulong Village and escorted hundreds of thieves and prisoners to Qingzhou made the news even more intense.
"Why, is there someone else pretending to be me?"
Yang Yu took back the bronze medal, stretched out his hand and said:
"Now, can you give me the files of Qixuanmen?"
"Yes, yes."
The old man rummaged around slowly and handed the Qixuan Sect's files to him.
Yang Yu opened it casually, his eyes suddenly condensed, and he knew he had found the rightful owner:
In the spring of the seventh year of Qianyuan, Qixuanmen Lu Gang entered the palace of Prince Longyuan at night and stole Prince Longyuan's treasured fine gold armor...