It was a banquet, and it seemed that the guests and hosts were having a great time. It was not until evening that Yang Prison left the manor.
It wasn't until he looked at Yang Yu's retreating back that Yang Baotian's expression suddenly darkened: "You little beast, you're not afraid of being stretched to death!"
"I'll make him spit it out sooner or later!"
The fake smile on Yang Qi's face couldn't hold back any longer. He raised his foot and kicked the small tree beside the road, his distressed face distorted:
"This kid is too careful and can't get in... What should we do? How about simply arresting the old woman?"
Who would have thought that at the end of a banquet, this kid would not even get a drop of water. Even though they had prepared everything, they had nowhere to start.
"Let's talk about it when we get back!"
Yang Baotian glanced at his son coldly, turned around and went back to the house.
…
After declining the return of the Yang family's sedan, Yang Prison left with large and small bags.
After walking for several miles and making sure no one was following him, he found a shady bush, sat on the ground, and opened the things he got from the Yang family.
There were three silver notes, three hundred taels, two gold ingots and twenty taels, as well as some unattractive antiques, including pendants, silk, and broken books.
"There's something wrong with the Yang family."
Playing with a few ancient objects at will, Yang Yu became more and more certain in his heart.
A jailer's annual salary is only ten taels. He is now sixteen, and he can barely save five hundred taels without eating or drinking until he is sixty-six.
If you were to become a temporary worker, you would have to go without food or drink for a full two hundred and fifty years!
At the banquet, he was indeed a big talker, but what he didn't expect was that although the Yang family father and son were shaking in pain, they actually agreed.
How can a mere country squire, whose family has been passed down for only seven or eight generations, be willing to spend so much money?
What exactly is there in that prison?
With thoughts swirling in his mind, Yang Yu picked out one item from the many antiques, which was an unattractive bronze tiger pendant.
"With two ingredients, this trip is already worthwhile! What's more, these five hundred taels of silver are almost enough to support my second blood transfusion."
Although he was wary, he was quite satisfied with the results of this trip.
As soon as I thought about it, I already sensed the information about the new ingredients in the Cauldron of Gluttony:
[Bronze Mountain Tiger]
[Level: Yes (upper)]
[Quality: OK (Part 2)]
[Evaluation: It contains internal external skills to capture, among all the external skills, capture is the most fierce.]
[You can get the ‘tiger-shaped grappling hand’ by taking it]
[The Cauldron of Gluttony has insufficient energy storage and cannot be refined]
"It's much more useful than the 'Returning Qi Technique'."
Yang Yu nodded slightly, feeling a little worried in his heart.
The Cauldron of Gluttony needs to refine more and more ingredients, but the energy storage is getting slower and slower, and it seems that even pig iron is not enough.
Do you want me to swallow gold?
Glancing at the two ingots of gold on the ground, Yang Yu thought.
Pig iron can be used, but there is no reason why gold cannot be used. Let’s diverge a little more and think about mercury, bronze, iron, hundred smelting iron, black iron...
"If this continues, I will become a monster."
Rubbing his temples, Yang Yu gave up the idea of trying.
No way, I'm poor.
Old Man Wei, the medicinal materials for the second blood transfusion are not cheap.
After putting away his things, Yang Yu was not busy returning to the city. He found a small forest far away from the official road, lit a bonfire, and began to practice sword skills.
It wasn't until nightfall that it slowly came to an end.
"In a few days, Iron Crotch Kung Fu will also reach the second level."
Wiping away the beads of sweat, Yang Yu had a smile.
The existence of the progress bar does not make it easier for him to practice martial arts, but he can intuitively feel his progress. This feeling is intoxicating.
It feels like I was obsessed with games in my past life.
Therefore, in the past few months, Yang Yu would lose track of time whenever he practiced Kung Fu, and would only give up when he was exhausted.
But not today.
He hid the important things close to his body, dug a hole to hide the less important things, turned around, and headed towards the Yang family manor.
…
Sneaking in the night, running on the grass.
Seeing the Yang family manor with the lights still on from a distance, Yang Yu slowed down, looked for a direction, and groped his way over.
After all, the Yang family is just a small country squire. Although this earthen fort is well built, there are not that many people on guard at night.
Not long after, taking advantage of the darkness, Yang Yu had climbed up the earth wall and took a quick look, only a few lights were on here and there.
After a brief recollection, I recognized that it should be the main room where guests were received during the day.
"We're having a dinner tonight?"
Yang Yu's heart moved and he approached cautiously.
He had a good memory and would never forget a place he had visited once. He bypassed the hidden sentry and Minggang he had discovered during the day and approached the main room from the back.
Putting your ear against the wall, you could faintly hear voices coming from you.
…
"It's such an honor for me to have your envoy here."
After a while of drinking and drinking, Yang Baotian put down his wine glass and complimented the man in white sitting above him with a smile.
The man in white was tall and muscular, and his spacious white robe was worn into a tight-fitting garment.
There was no response, the strong man in white was eating meat.
The eyelids of Yang Qi and the others accompanying him were all twitching wildly. The big man was eating like a storm, and no matter whether it was meat, bones, or thorns, he couldn't get in or out.
"Come again!"
Throwing the bowl and chopsticks, the big man seemed not yet satisfied.
Yang Baotian's face changed slightly. Seeing this, he could only clap his hands and let his servants bring wine and meat.
After doing this three times, until Yang Baotian's old face became a little stiff, the big man burped and wiped his hands on Yang Qi.
Then he stuffed the banknotes on the table into his arms and said with satisfaction:
"A bird appeared in my mouth along the way, and now I am alive."
"As long as the envoy is satisfied."
Yang Baotian's smile was a little forced.
This table is enough for an ordinary person to eat for two months.
In the long run, who can bear it?
"What's the matter? Are you dissatisfied?"
The big man glanced coldly and sneered: "What does such a small amount of wine, meat, gold and silver mean? If we occupy Montenegro in the future, what benefits can the Holy Religion do without you?"
"That is, that is."
Yang Baotian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a smile on his face.
"Hmm."
The big man took a few more gulps of wine and asked, "How is the progress of the task assigned to you by the superiors?"
"Go back to the envoy, before the helmsman returns, we will definitely complete the mission."
Yang Qi responded hurriedly.
"Hiccup~"
The big man burped: "So it's not done yet?"
"This this……"
Yang Qi had sweat on his forehead and was speechless.
It was Yang Baotian who came forward to toast and said bitterly:
"Your Majesty, you don't know that Wang Fobao, the general in charge of the internal affairs of Montenegro, is extremely strict in managing the prison. Not only us, but the other families are also helpless."
"Great prison?"
The big man was stunned, as if he hadn't expected the answer.
He was stunned, but Yang Baotian's expression changed drastically, and his old voice became sharp: "You, you are not?!"
Zhengzhengzheng~
Yang Qi and others also sensed something was wrong, shouted loudly, and drew their swords.
At this time, in the night, I also remembered an angry roar:
"Wang Wu, you can't escape!"
"Hahaha! Shi Kai? Are you catching up? So what, what can you do to me?"
The big man burst out laughing, and with a wave of his hand, the eight-person solid wood Eight Immortals table was thrown away, and the food and wine were scattered all over the floor.
Another sweep, knocking down several of the surrounding guards to the ground, and he was out of the gate with just one step.
"Stop him!"
In the night, an angry voice approached quickly.
"Quick, stop him quickly!"
"We can't let him escape!"
Yang Baotian was so angry that he yelled and ordered all the servants and guards to chase him out.
Looking at the mess on the ground and thinking about his gold, silver, wine and meat, Yang Baotian shook himself, spit out a mouthful of blood, and almost fell to the ground:
"Angry, anger makes me angry!"
"My anger hurts me, my anger hurts me."
Sitting on the ground, Yang Baotian was trembling all over.
Someone handed me a gauze towel: "Wipe it."
"Uh-huh?!"
Yang Baotian subconsciously wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then realized something was wrong and raised his head suddenly.
I saw a young man stepping on an overturned chair, carrying a knife on his shoulder, half-lowering his head, looking at himself with a half-smile: