Yang Yu was surprised and happy in his heart. He guided the warm inner energy to sink into his lower abdomen, and then doubts arose:
"What kind of inner energy have I developed? It seems to be..."
Thinking in his mind, he closed his eyes again and looked at the Cauldron of Gluttony. This is the two words on the Cauldron of Gluttony shining brightly:
[One Qi Jue: (0/100)]
[My mother wants you to be convinced (1/100)]
"really…"
Opening his eyes, Yang Yu's eyes flickered.
He had expected to develop the 'Mother's Qi', but why did his mother, who was ten times more complicated, want to be convinced and enter the door?
And there is no introduction to the relatively simple Yi Qi Jue?
Yang Yu was wondering in his heart when old man Wei came over with a pipe in his mouth and his hands behind his back, saying with some approval:
"One meditating session lasts a full day. You are indeed suitable for internal practice. I didn't make any mistakes."
Yang Yu patted the dust on his clothes and was about to say something.
Old Man Wei patted him on the shoulder:
"Although it is relatively easy to get started with Yi Qi Jue, it cannot be mastered in a short time. Don't be anxious and take your time."
"master."
Yang Yu's heart moved and he asked: "Who is the fastest person you have ever seen who gets angry?"
“Don’t aim too high!”
Wei He glanced at him and answered: "If we say the fastest, it must be 'Wei Zhengxian', a captain from the Qingzhou Army where I joined the army."
"This Lieutenant Wei has an excellent foundation. What's especially rare is that the Qi-conquering method he learned, 'Wild Bull Fishing Cicada Jin', is very suitable for him. He developed a sense of Qi in just three days."
"The Qingzhou Army is famous. There are real differences between people..."
As he said that, Wei He felt a little sad. He had spent a full month refining that inner energy, and the difference was seven times as big.
"That's it."
Yang Yu was thoughtful, and the words he wanted to ask directly were swirling in his mouth, and he said: "Isn't there anyone who feels angry all day long?"
"One day? Haha~"
Wei He sneered and almost wanted to walk away. After thinking about it, he calmed down and answered:
"That is no longer something that can be determined by your bones or your understanding. If you want to feel Qi in one day, you will have to hire a master to create a Qi-conquering method based on your physique."
After saying that, Wei He walked away with a rather unhappy tone:
"get out."
"Thank you, Master."
Yang Yun's thoughts were running through his mind, and he was not upset after hearing this. He glanced at the ghost-headed sword on the desk in the room, turned around and went out.
"Maybe I'm not a genius? Is it possible that I was able to get started so quickly because the refining of the Cauldron of Gluttony made this Qi Convincing Method completely fit my physique?"
After walking out of the door, Yang Yu came to a conclusion that made him feel a little uncomfortable.
"But I felt angry one day, either because the exercises fit well or because of my talent. I have yet to try again."
"After all, without proof, maybe I am really a genius?"
Yang Yu gritted his teeth slightly and prepared to go home and try them one by one.
Who doesn't want to be a genius?
…
On the way back, Yang Yu first went to the drug store to buy a batch of medicinal materials, then went to the blacksmith's shop to take away the ordered 'iron beads', and then returned home.
In the evening, he began to try the iron crotch exercise.
Although Iron Crotch Kung Fu is a martial art that exercises the muscles and bones externally, it is not the kind of exercise you imagine where you beat your crotch with heavy objects.
That's not practicing Qigong, that's self-grooming.
The real practice of Iron Crotch Gong is to use the "internal Qi" to transport blood temperature and nourish the crotch, and to supplement it with drugs to achieve a strengthening effect.
This then spreads throughout the body.
Fix your weaknesses first, then strengthen your strengths.
This is the correct way to practice Iron Crotch Kung Fu.
"call!"
The warm air rises from the lower abdomen, travels throughout the body, and guides the blood to flow down to the crotch.
call!
Yang Yu opened his eyes with some embarrassment and looked at the crotch cloth that was pushed up high and his head was covered with black lines.
"Is this Iron Crotch Kung Fu? Not Boy Kung Fu?"
Yang Yu calmed down, tried not to think about the things that made him distracted, and tried again to drain his blood.
The result remains the same.
"What's going on?"
Yang Prison was a little dumbfounded.
He took out the secret book of Iron Crotch Kung Fu and read it for a long time. He got up from the bed and listened to the mother-in-law next door breathing steadily.
Opening the door and entering the yard, I jumped into the medicinal bath wearing only my crotchless pants.
"Hiss, it's so cold."
Yang Prison shuddered.
It's almost late autumn and it's already very cold at night.
Although you can withstand the cold to a certain extent after blood transfusion, you are far from immune to cold and heat. Jumping into cold water like this will naturally be very cold.
Fortunately, he was used to taking medicinal baths every day. If he tried something new, he would jump up and down.
"Soaking cold fruits is really useful."
Soaking in cold water, Yang Yu began to guide his inner energy again.
He endured the numbness in his crotch and stimulated the blood to gather again and again. Gradually, there were fewer distracting thoughts in his heart.
Half asleep and half awake.
It wasn't until a cock crow sounded nearby that he slowly opened his eyes.
"call!"
He let out a long breath, jumped out of the vat, and wiped himself.
Only then did Yang Yu's expression return to normal.
As a matter of course, I didn’t get started with Iron Crotch Kung Fu, but the progress of ‘Feng Qi Lu’ increased by 1%.
"Is it possible that Old Man Wei is right and that I am more suitable for internal refining?"
Wiping the hoarfrost from his hair, Yang Yu did not delay his work as he thought wildly in his mind.
I cooked the meal quickly, told my mother-in-law, and then went out to the Yamen.
Today is the day when Wang Fobao promised to go to the Yamen to work. Now that he has received the benefits, he will naturally have to do things.
However, before going to the Yamen, Yang Yu bought some things and went to Wang Fobao's door.
"Ahem~"
In the room filled with the smell of medicine, Wang Fobao sat cross-legged in silence, looking at Yang Yu who came to the door, slightly surprised:
"Could it be that you don't recognize all the characters?"
Wang Fobao thought to himself that what he had written was extremely detailed, and it made no sense for him to come to inquire after just one day.
"On the way to the Yamen, I stopped by to see the head catcher."
Yang Yu coughed twice, and seeing that Wang Fobao was unmoved, he took out the secret book of 'Iron Crotch Kung Fu', pointed to the unclear ink mark somewhere on it and said:
"Maybe the room is too humid and some places can no longer be seen clearly..."
You can't get into Yi Qi Jue, but my mother, who is ten times more complicated, wants to be convinced by Qi Lu and get in in one day.
Yang Yu guessed that this must be related to the 'refining' of the Cauldron of Gluttony.
This time, I naturally wanted to see if Wang Fobao had the 'original' secret book here.
"You've been studying for a year, but you don't even know how to take good care of the books?"
Wang Fobao's face sank, very unhappy.
According to his previous temper, this kid should be kicked out at this time, but thinking about the unknown life and death of Lao Yangtou, his tone softened.
He casually took out a yellowed ancient book and threw it away:
"Let's compare it and see if something goes wrong again. Stop learning martial arts and go home and farm!"
After that, ignore Yang Yu again.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Wang!"
After catching the ancient book, Yang Yu's eyes lit up, he thanked him and left the room.
Closing his eyes for a moment, he saw an ancient book in the corner of the Cauldron of Gluttony, leaning against the scroll of human skin and the broken knife.
[Ingredients: Yellowed ancient books]
[Level: Yes (upper)]
[Quality: OK (top)]
[Evaluation: The power of the external skills created by the long-standing thief in his later years is acceptable. If it reaches great success, there may be surprises]
[Available through refining: Externally practicing hard kung fu ‘Iron Crotch Kung Fu’]
[Energy storage completed, can be refined]
"The Gluttony Cauldron's judgment of ingredients has nothing to do with the material. The secret book written by Wang Fobao is not recognized as ingredients. Is it because he has never practiced this external skill?"
"Or is it that you didn't put all your effort into it?"
Yang Prison breathed a sigh of relief.
After closing the courtyard door, Yang Yu thought in his mind and kept walking. Before long, he had arrived outside the Yamen.
It has been in disrepair and is dilapidated.
Even though it was not the first time he saw the Yamen, Yang Yu couldn't help but frown.
The hub of a county and the face of a city have become like this. The Ming Dynasty will probably end sooner or later...
Not long after, a middle-aged man wearing jailer's clothes walked out of the county government office.
This middle-aged man had a stocky build and a simple face. He was holding a government uniform and a waist knife. He took a few glances at Yang Yu and walked over.
"Brother Li."
Yang Yu said hello.
The yamen servant's name was Li Chuyi. He had been a yamen servant for several years and he recognized him.
"Put on these clothes."
Li Chuyi was a little cold and threw his clothes and waist knife to Yang Yu and asked him to put it on.
Yang Yu frowned slightly, but without saying anything, he changed his clothes on the street and carried the knife on his shoulder.
After months of hard work, his muscles and bones have not yet changed, but his body shape has become well-proportioned. The jailer uniform is not pretty, but it is still eye-catching.
"When you get a new sword, just throw away the broken one."
Li Chuyi said calmly, turning around and heading towards the east of the city, regardless of whether Yang Yu was listening.
Among the four major districts in the inner city, Nancheng, where the Yamen is located, is the most prosperous, followed by Beicheng, followed by Xicheng, and the most desolate one is Dongcheng.
Because the main prison of Black Mountain City is in the East City.
The two of them walked very slowly, and before long, they could see that there were no other houses around it from a distance.
It was dusty and looked like a gloomy prison.
Unlike the yamen, which has been in disrepair for a long time, the prison in Heishan City has been repaired every year, and is closely guarded by soldiers and jailers inside and outside.
Yang Yu heard from Zhu Shisan that there were many mechanisms in this prison, and there were even powerful crossbows.
If an idler wants to rob the prison, he will be shot through before entering.
Walking into the prison door, there seems to be two worlds in front of and behind the door.
As soon as he walked in, the smell of dampness, decay, stench, blood, feces and urine rushed up, making Yang Yu's eyelids twitch wildly.
Fortunately, it has been more than a year since he traveled through time, and his mild mysophobia has been beaten to death by life.
There was no other reaction besides frowning.
Li Chuyi pointed to the two rows of tables and chairs in front of the prison: "There is nothing to explain in the prison, just stay here and guard."
After that, he turned around and left.
"He seems to have a big opinion against me..."
Yang Yu noticed something strange.
He had also met Li Chuyi. Because of the old man's relationship, although the relationship was not good before, it was not bad either. When they met, they always greeted him with a smile.
This is...
"Are you Old Yangtou's son?"
Yang Prison looked calmly at the dark prison, and an old jailer walked over.
The jailer was probably older than Lao Yangtou. His clothes were in tatters and he had a cigarette pipe in his mouth. His face was so wrinkled that his eyes were so crowded that he couldn't even see it.
"You always?"
Prison Yang pulled out a bench and asked the old jailer to sit down.
"Then it's no wonder that Mr. Li is in a very bad mood."
The old jailer took a puff of cigarette and showed his yellow teeth:
"Dad, he is dead. Do you have any pension for him? How can he not feel bad when he sees you?"
"Because of the old man's pension?"
Yang Prison was startled.
But I didn't expect it to be because of this.
But this, if you want to complain, you have to blame Sanchi Liucai. What does it have to do with yourself?
"It's a pity that this kid doesn't understand anything. He doesn't even think about it. How can there be an immortal in this world who can take money from our Master Liu?"
The old jailer Bang Bang banged his pipe and pot and sneered:
"I'm afraid that the money was paid by Mr. Wang himself, right?!"