The night is dark and moonless, and the wind is high and slightly cold.
Deyang Prefecture is located in the extreme south of Qingzhou, and the temperature is slightly higher than that of Shunde Prefecture. Two years of drought have made it even hotter.
Even though it's almost late autumn, it's not that cold at all in the middle of the night and early in the morning.
Gululu~
In a small courtyard in the south of Deyang Prefecture, steam was rising, and in the purple-black wooden barrel, the hot medicinal liquid shimmered like blood. It was because 'magma grass' was added to the medicinal liquid.
This kind of grass is rooted in the crater. When mixed with many medicinal liquids, it can emit extremely high temperatures and dissipate medicinal power faster.
Its value is also extremely high. One grass is enough for an ordinary person to eat and drink for half a year. At this time, the barrel is densely packed with magma grass. I don't know whether it is dozens or hundreds.
"call!"
After soaking in it, Yu Wanghai slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.
As the blood exchange level increases, the vitality of the blood exchange warrior gradually changes, especially after reaching the third or fourth level, it can be said that there are earth-shaking changes compared to ordinary people.
By grasping the Qi and blood carefully and locking in the heat, it is almost immune to cold and heat, and the hot medicinal liquid can only make the skin membrane appear reddish.
Several maids served carefully.
"Back off."
Yu Wanghai closed his eyes and rested his mind, then suddenly opened his mouth and asked the maids to retreat.
Not long after, a middle-aged man with a beard came over, bowed slightly and said:
"Father."
"It's easy to practice in Gongmen, Chuan'er, have you experienced this during the past few days since you've been down the mountain?"
Yu Wanghai asked.
Yu Wanchuan nodded:
"The mountains are pure and bitter. Not to mention the elixirs, daily medicinal baths require a lot of effort and waste too much time."
"Yes, there is not enough time. In a person's life, he is young for ten years and old and weak for ten years. During the fifty years, there is still half a day and half a night. There is not much time for practicing martial arts. What if I get entangled in trivial matters again?
Can you improve?"
Yu Wanghai pointed at his son:
"The old antiques in the family think they are noble, but in fact they are just following the past. How did they belittle my father back then? Now, don't they have to rely on my breath?"
"That's what father said."
Yu Wanchuan nodded.
Learning literature and martial arts is not easy.
Human experience is limited. Although the mountains are quiet and peaceful, how much time does it take to chant sutras, prepare meals, work, collect herbs, boil water, and take medicinal baths every morning?
Three days in the mountains may not be as good as one day in the city.
He is extremely satisfied with this. Being served by others and serving others are naturally two different worlds.
But thinking about what happened in the past few days, I sighed again:
"It's just that the lights of swords and shadows under the mountain, attacking each other, really make people tremble. This Mr. Xu has cruel methods. Do we really want to be his enemy?"
Yu Wanchuan had a headache.
In the past few days, he was frightened by what he saw in the city.
Mr. Xu's methods were too cruel. In ten days, as many as 1,500 officials were killed on the spot after being interrogated by him...
"It's not that we are enemies with him, but he is enemies with us!"
Yu Wanghai opened his eyes, radiant with energy, but how could he look any older?
Yu Wanchuan immediately shut up.
"You have been in the mountains for a long time and do not understand the laws of the world."
Yu Wanghai's eyes darkened:
"Remember, everything in this world needs to be fought for! It can be as small as a penny or as large as a hundred cities. If you don't fight, no one will give it to you for free!
Anyone who teaches others not to fight will become a dog-brained person himself!"
"But Xu Wenji, what is he fighting for? He has nothing to lose, no money to spare, and he is not good at women..."
Yu Wanchuan shook his head.
"You think he won't fight?"
After taking a look at his son who was thirty years old but still a little confused, Yu Wanghai sighed:
"Only those who are not lustful, not greedy for money, not greedy for food and drink, and dedicated to serving the public, are truly terrifying and formidable."
He had some regrets.
In recent years, he has been busy with government affairs and raising his son. He has made great achievements in martial arts, but his worldliness is somewhat unsatisfactory.
But now that things have come to this point, we can only teach slowly.
"Terrible and terrifying..."
Yu Wanchuan seems to understand:
"Perhaps he really is dedicated to the people?"
"Hahaha!"
Yu Wanghai sneered, laughed and shook his head:
"There is no such person in this world."
"Maybe there is?"
Thinking back on what he had seen and heard these days, Yu Wanchuan felt a little dazed.
He had been cultivating in the mountains for many years. Not long after he came down from the mountain, what he saw and heard in Deyang Mansion almost made him sick, and he only recovered after months of cultivation.
He has seen everything Xu Wenji has done these days, and even though he has great hostility towards him, he has to admit it.
That is a good official.
Since coming down the mountain, the only official he has seen is consistent with the Confucian scriptures.
"Then he must be stupid."
Yu Wanghai stretched his muscles and bones, absorbed the power of the medicine, and said calmly:
"Qi Longsheng, is there any news?" Gu
"Father, Jinyiwei is not a trivial matter. What should we do if Qi Longsheng is in trouble?"
Yu Wanchuan was slightly worried:
"Do you want me to bring someone to pick you up?"
"Response to what?"
Yu Wanghai suddenly frowned, and in his tone, he seemed to hate that iron cannot become steel:
"The son of a rich man cannot sit down in court. You are my son, how can you put yourself in danger? Whether Qi Long is born or not, what does it have to do with us?"
"But where is Master Nie?"
Yu Wanchuan hesitated.
"If Qi Long is not born, it does not mean that he will not be able to be a father."
Yu Wanghai smiled faintly:
"Everything must be prepared with both hands. Qi Longsheng ambush Qi Gang is not a perfect strategy, but as a father, I won't count on him!"
At this point, looking at his son who seemed to understand but not understand, he felt really helpless:
"Why did your father leak the manor outside the city to Qi Longsheng and others? Gaining trust is one, and the other is naturally to prepare for him to be counterattacked."
"Could it be that in the manor..."
After Yu Wanchuan was startled, he suddenly realized and admired him in his heart.
"There is no perfect plan in this world, and maybe it won't work? But whether it works or not, you have to remember it. At any time, don't expose it to others, and don't leave any loopholes to others.
As a father, you have no choice but to expose yourself. You should never expose yourself at any time. Whenever you can employ someone, do so. Unless it is a matter of life and death, you must never put yourself at risk!"
Yu Wanghai lowered his tone and looked gloomy:
"My father learned this from Mr. Nie..."
He is not a person who talks a lot.
But the person in front of him was his only son, so he really had to say a few more words, otherwise, he might become a good person after reading a lot of Confucian and Taoist classics.
That would be so sad...
"Master Nie? Hasn't he been..."
Yu Wanchuan was a little surprised. In his impression, Mr. Nie was a man who was obsessed with seeking the truth and did not care about anything. He had long been ignored by his father.
Compared with the resolute Xu Wenji Zhuyu in front of him, he actually looked down on this nominal master in his heart.
"You only think that he was neglected by his father, but you don't want to think that all the dirty work over the years has nothing to do with him..."
Yu Wanghai sighed.
Everyone may look down on Lord Nie, but he is the only one who knows how powerful Lord Nie is.
Qingzhou's official administration is corrupt, aristocratic families control power, bandits are rampant, land is annexed, and taxes are lost. In which case does Nie Wendong not have the great benefit of him?
But the blame lies entirely on himself, and he may also have a big connection.
However, even if someone goes back to the bottom and falls on his head, it is just a lax and ignorant person.
But being stupid will not lead to death...
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call!
Yang Prison followed the wind and landed on a hill that was so desolate that there were only scattered dead trees. Looking from this distance, he could faintly see a villa covering a large area a few miles away.
In these days, those who can independently build villas outside cities, towns, and villages are not ordinary people, especially in this year of great disaster and famine.
The disaster in Deyang Mansion has reached an extremely serious level. Those wandering in the wasteland are not just ordinary people, but also poor warriors at home.
Without enough power, the village would have been destroyed and people would have perished long ago.
In ten days, he traveled to seven places, and all the villas he saw were defended by strong force. Those who chose the wilderness instead of the convenience of the city must have something wrong with them.
In fact, there is no clean force that can accept Mu Huan.
You should know that although the friction between the imperial court and the Liansheng Sect was extremely restrained due to various reasons, colluding with the Liansheng Sect was also a huge taboo.
"This villa..."
Yang Yu stopped on the hill and looked at it from a distance, something strange suddenly occurred in his heart.
The mind's eye is also the sixth sense.
My mother wants you to have a breakthrough in Qilu, which not only greatly improves your five senses, but also allows him to faintly detect dangers targeting him.
At this moment, he smelled the smell of danger.
This manor, which looks ordinary and far inferior to Baishi Villa, is not simple. It is very likely that the person behind Qi Longsheng's actions is there.
"Who could make me aware of the danger?"
Yang Yu thought to himself, and several names caught his eye.
Nowadays, he is no longer a homeless beggar.
In the huge Qingzhou, with seven prefectures, one hundred and two counties, and a population of hundreds of millions, the number of people who could make him feel the danger could only be counted with the palm of his hand.
This is not arrogance, but a clear positioning of one's own strength.
Through Qin Si's magical power, he turned harm into benefit, which was almost equivalent to a quasi-grandmaster of nearly five levels washing his bones and blood with the most essence of his life.
In addition, he swallowed the blood-transforming elixir without any scruples, which he could only swallow again every six months or even a year, and he directly broke through the fourth level.
This is equivalent to jumping from nine blood exchanges to twelve!
We have arrived at the door where we can condense the true power!
call!
Not long after Yang Yu stopped, the living dead who covered themselves in black robes, covered their faces with hoods, and carried big bows with four elephants on their backs also followed.
In the attack that lasted for more than ten days, although the living dead took few shots, the losses were really huge. In addition to the elixirs, a lot of blood and energy that could not be produced independently were also lost.
"It's a pity that Qi Longsheng's blood energy level is not as good as Shang Qidao..."
He found a shady dead tree and sat down to hide his figure. With a thought in his mind, Yang Yu's various blood and energy items captured from the fierce battle in the valley were poured into the body of the living dead through the evil-suppressing seal.
Buzz!
A bright red light flashed away, and Yang Yu closed his eyes. After the living dead shuddered, he opened his eyes: