Chapter 263 Old King Long Yuan, the undefeated Tiangang! (Second update)
Buzz~
In the dark cauldron of gluttony, there was a faint light shining.
Many ingredients appear to be arranged in a messy manner, but in fact they are clearly distinct from each other. Some of them revolve around the Nine Cows and Two Tigers recipe, and some of them are clustered together with each other.
The evil-suppressing seal and the purple-gold evil-eating treasure gourd rotate slowly against the Kuixing rank diagram. The Longyuan Sword is inserted upside down in a corner, cold and aloof. The only thing closer to it is the Qinglong Yanyue Sword.
The newly obtained ‘Moyun Order’ shrank in a corner, its light dimmed, and it was very close to the fused gold body that had lost its light after refining.
The rest of the lower-level ingredients are almost all pushed into the corners, as if there is a strict hierarchy among the ingredients.
"Storage energy."
Looking at the dazzling array of ingredients, Yang Yu was thinking about it.
Although the 'mustard seed space' in the right palm is not large, it can still carry a lot of things. During the ten-day pursuit, the pace of accumulating energy of the Cauldron of Gluttony did not stop.
As the golden beans he swallowed were digested, the storage was almost full, and he would be able to refine another ingredient in the middle of the night at the latest.
"I have just broken through the fourth level and have not yet consolidated it. The refining of Nine Bulls and Two Tigers can be slowed down for a while. The same is true for the body refining by melting gold and the Moyun Order..."
Muttering to himself, Yang Yu took hold of the Qinglong Yanyue Sword.
After the fourth level, he can already condense the True Gang. A complete and powerful method of practicing the True Gang is what he needs most at the moment.
After running around these days, there are indeed many ingredients in his hands that contain the Zhen Gang practice method.
The old man Baidu's snake staff, Xiao Qingfeng's long sword, Qi Longsheng's broadsword... and so on, but he is naturally more interested in the Qinglong Yanyue Sword.
The value of this sword can be said to be extremely high. Not only does it have the superior sword technique of the Azure Dragon Nine Kills, the superior hammer forging armor technique, the superior recitation of the "Blue Dragon Sutra", it also has the superior internal refining technique that can realize the "Invincible Tiangang".
Qinglong Zhengang'.
only……
"It's not easy to take advantage of the old Zhang family..."
With thoughts in his mind, Yang Yu opened his eyes and without any delay, he took out the golden beans from the mustard seed space in his palm and began to swallow them.
Buzz~
Not long after, Yang Yu got up from the medicine bath, wiped it clean, put on his clothes, and sat cross-legged on the bed, leaving a thought to summon the living dead to protect him.
A heart sank into the cauldron of gluttony again.
"Refining, Qinglong Yanyue Sword!"
【Do you want to refine the ingredients, Qinglong Yanyue Knife?】
"yes!"
Wow!
During the question and answer, the cauldron of gluttony shone brightly, and the Qinglong Yanyue knife, as silent as a dead thing, suddenly showed its sharp edge, swinging away a large amount of food.
It turned into a peerless sharp edge and slashed towards Yang Yu.
"call!"
Yang Yu's heart was calm and he allowed the sharp edge to reach his body.
The surrounding light and shadow changed again, and the sharp edge was like water, completely submerging him. He watched intently, and saw a lifelike scene rapidly zooming in as the white light jumped.
The sun is bright and the sky is long.
Mountains, dense forests.
Plains, wheat fields.
In an instant, the lights and shadows flickered and fell in front of the wheat field. It was a small village with neatly-shaped houses, roosters crowing, dogs barking, and children playing.
call!
Taking one step is like changing time and space.
Even though this was not his first time refining ingredients, Yang Yu was still a little surprised when he stood in front of the village.
The refining of ingredients is naturally not about traveling through time and space. Everything in front of you is an illusion transformed by the strongest spiritual residue of the previous owner that remains on the ingredients.
The more realistic the illusion, the stronger the spirit of the previous owner of the ingredients.
"so true."
He leaned down and grabbed a handful of soil. Feeling the texture and smell of the soil and vegetation, Yang Yu felt a slight tremor in his heart.
Not any illusion can achieve the same effect as the outside world.
The reality and detail of the wheat field and the village before him were enough to rank among the top three illusions he had experienced over the years, including the nine cows and two tigers.
It is much more real than what was left in Jilong Mountain.
Walking slowly into the village, everything in front of you is real.
Chickens, ducks and birds, pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep, farmers working back and forth, women washing in front of the door, and playful urchins, everything seems to really exist.
And he was like a ghost, a wanderer, observing.
Not long after, Yang Yu stopped. Here, he had almost passed through the village. In front of him, there was a square of yellow mud, which was hundreds of feet wide for the martial arts training ground!
In the field, there is a room, and the weapons rack outside the door contains 18 weapons including swords, guns, swords and halberds.
Looking at this scene, Yang Yu felt a sense of familiarity in his heart.
"Yufengxian's martial arts arena!"
Yang Yu's heart moved.
Isn't this scene in front of me very similar to Yu Fengxian's residence in Qingzhou City?
Thinking in his mind, his eyes fell on the side of the martial arts arena, not far from the house.
There, there was a little girl in red who was boxing. She was very serious, and every punch and kick was planned. She looked like she was only three or four years old, but there was a crisp sound under her fists and kicks.
She was shouting, practicing in a precise manner, and her ponytail was rising and falling.
"Tsk, the commander was quite cute when he was little."
Looking at his boss who was as young as a porcelain doll, Yang Yu felt funny in his heart.
As I slowly approached, I saw a sick old man lying on a rocking chair basking in the sun behind the house.
This old man has a huge frame, but there is not much flesh on his body. He coughs from time to time, indicating that he has been seriously injured.
In the old man's body, he felt old age and old age. Under the huge pain, it was difficult for him to cheer up. This was not an ordinary injury.
It's a pity that Tongyou couldn't use it in the illusion, otherwise, he could have seen what kind of injury the old man had suffered.
"Hey, why did you run out again?"
The old woman who was busy with the meal in the house wiped her hands and ran out, complaining.
"While I still have plenty of time to wake up, I can give some pointers to Little Phoenix Fairy."
The old man said with a smile.
"She is so young, how can you let her go?"
Looking at her little granddaughter who was sweating profusely, the old woman's eyes were filled with distress and her mouth was full of complaints:
"Boss, I'm afraid it won't be long. I pity them siblings for being so young..."
"What a pity, boss, what are you doing to save my old bones?"
The old man's expression was a little gloomy.
"I asked you many times, but you never answered. Who hurt you and the boss? Who is the mantra of Jade Dragon Temple? Is he really capable of this?"
the old woman asked.
"It doesn't actually matter who you are. You won't be any better than me."
The old man coughed and his face became worse and worse:
"It's just that I'm getting more and more sleepy, and I'm afraid that I'll have less and less time to be awake in the future..."
"The imperial doctor is on his way back, old man, please be patient."
The old woman shed tears when she heard the words, and held the old man's withered palm tightly, feeling heartbroken and uncomfortable.
"The imperial doctor is useless, my injury is not an ordinary injury, but an injury caused by supernatural powers..."
The old man waved his hands, not wanting to continue this topic, and explained hoarsely:
"I'm here, everything can be stable. If I don't wake up, I'm afraid Long Yuandao will be troubled. It's a pity that the boss doesn't have much time, and the third brother has no interest in political affairs. If the second brother doesn't die, there will be trouble..."
Listening to these words, Yang Yu's heart was shocked, and his guess was finally confirmed:
"This old man is King Long Yuan!"
Ever since he knew that Yu Fengxian's Qinglong Yanyue Sword contained the Undefeated Tiangang, he had speculated about the identity of the commander. Now after hearing these words, he was finally confirmed.
"You, are you really so cruel?"
After hearing this, the old woman's face turned pale:
"The eldest brother is not well, and the third brother is determined to become a monk. If the second brother is gone, how can I survive..."
"I am the king, and all the people of Longyuan are my sons!"
The old man's eyes were sharp for a moment, but in an instant, they lost their luster. However, he still grabbed the old woman's wrist and said sternly:
"Yes, kill him!"
"I, I agree with you, I agree with you!"
The old woman covered her face and cried, turned around and ran back into the house. After a while, the suppressed crying could be heard.
"My son..."
The old man's hands hung down feebly. He was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to stand up.
Yang Yu stood quietly and listened.
Based on the identity of the person in front of him, the conversation, and some information he knew in reality, he could naturally deduce a lot of things.
During the battle of cutting down mountains and destroying temples, King Longyuan was also severely injured, and it affected his eldest son. Later, his son died, and he himself fell into a state of being half asleep and half awake, like a vegetative state.
"If you want a mother to kill her own son with your own hands..."
Yang Prison shook his head heartily.
Judging from Long Yuandao's current situation, the old woman obviously did not obey the old prince's instructions, but chose to imprison him. Unfortunately...
"Bully grandma, grandpa is bad! Grandpa is bad!"
At this time, the little girl in red ran over, pouting and looking unhappy.
"It's grandpa who is bad, don't be angry."
The old man touched his granddaughter's little face, his eyes full of kindness:
"Your grandma is a crybaby. My little fairy must be strong and not cry casually..."
"I won't cry!"
The little girl puts her hands on her hips.
"That's good, that's good."
The old man stroked his granddaughter's face lovingly.
"Grandpa, when will your illness get better?"
The little girl's face was full of worry. She was confused and knew that her grandfather was in a very bad state at this time.
"As long as little Fengxian works hard and practices, grandpa will get better."
After gently wiping the little girl's nose, the old man shuddered and stood up as if reflecting on his past.
"Here comes the knife!"
He gave a soft drink and heard a roar. The Qinglong Yanyue Sword stuck upside down on the ground more than ten feet away flew up like a blue dragon and was held in his palm.
boom!
Yang Yu felt a strong wind blowing against his face.
His feeling was extremely strong. The moment the old man held the knife, he no longer had any signs of old age and twilight, but instead exuded a frightening aura like a bright sun.
It's impossible to look straight at.
"Old man, I have to look after my granddaughter from now on..."
The old man caressed his beloved knife and put the little girl's hand on the handle:
"Our swordsmanship comes from Grandpa Taizu. Its essence can only be found in eight words. You must write it down and never forget it..."
"What, Grandpa?"
The little girl stroked the handle of the knife back and forth, loving it.