Chapter 378: Bamboo sticks and mango shoes beat horses easily, who is afraid? (Second update)
Exhale in one breath and die.
"A way to die?"
Yang Yujing stood in front of him with a calm expression and did not interfere, letting him retain the last trace of his face and waiting for the purple gold gourd to absorb the scattered fate.
The fate of any warrior who has cultivated to the master level is very important. Talent, bones, energy, and opportunity are all indispensable.
The Canghai Great Sword Master is no exception.
The Hundred-Step Flying Sword, which no one in the Qixuan Sect has understood for four hundred years, was first understood by an outsider. Its own fundamentals are no small matter.
At a glance, Yang Yu caught a glimpse of one of them.
[Weapon Master (Light Red): If you are extremely passionate about the sword, you will use the sword without discipline. If you are obsessed with the sword, you will become a master among them. If you choose one of all kinds of weapons and practice it, you will be successful.]
"Master of Weapons."
Yang Yu's heart moved slightly, he had seen this kind of fate again...
However, you still have to try it slowly to see if it works for you.
boom!
He tapped his foot lightly, and as his strength overflowed, the flying sword that had been submerged in the ground took off and was held in his hand. Counting the one he just got, he had two flying swords.
Of course, this kind of flying sword is not the kind in the legend, but it is also a spiritual sword, comparable to ordinary weapons.
Dead, dead?!
In the alleyway in the distance, Lu Rui poked her little head out, looked at the ruins and corpses, and couldn't help but take a breath.
This is the master!
Canghai Great Swordsman is one of the nine great masters of Longyuan City. Although his reputation is not as good as that of 'Yu Fangzhou', 'Nanshan Ba' and other four commanders of Longyuan Guard who are just a hair away from being promoted to great master, they are still famous.
character.
Even if he is the crown prince, the princess has to give some respect to someone, so he dies like this?
"I'm afraid that the martial arts skills of the Commander-in-Chief are higher than those of the Commander-in-Chief!"
The little maid's eyes were full of awe, and she felt a little incredible in her heart.
She still remembered the time when they first met. At that time, Jun Ma Ye was just a rising star who had just joined the Imperial Guard, and his martial arts skills were not much better than her own.
Counting these three years, I have certainly made some progress, but in comparison...
What was more shocking than her was the leader of a team of government officials who hurried over.
He was a weathered, somewhat swarthy young man with a simple and honest face. At this time, his face was full of shock: "This, this..."
Zhu Shisan's heart was beating like a drum. Looking at the ruins-like ground and his "colleagues" back then, his heart was extremely complicated.
After a few years apart, he had traveled farther and farther, and it was only through his influence that I became a foreman...
"Yang, Yang..."
He wanted to say hello, but for some reason he was a little timid and his voice was much lower.
"Thirteen, did you just come back?"
Yang Yu said hello with a smile. After not seeing each other for several years, Zhu Shisan also lost his immaturity, and as he had hoped, he successfully became a full-time employee.
"Small prison."
Seeing that Yang Prison's attitude had not changed, Zhu Shisan calmed down and smiled: "Yes, I went to Qingzhou to escort prisoners a few years ago, and I just came back..."
Heishan is quite far from Qingzhou City. Without horses to travel, it would take a year to go back and forth. Even if there were dragons and horses, it would take more than a month to travel day and night.
Of course, if a spiritual bird takes the place of travel, it can be greatly shortened.
"This man's martial arts skills are too high, and I couldn't keep my hand. He destroyed many houses. Later, you can help me pay the money back..."
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Yang Prison handed over the banknote.
The Great Swordsman of Canghai was a master-level master after all. Even though he knew a lot about his weaknesses, he had no way of holding back. He just tried his best to move to the deserted area of the outer city where there was no one.
"No need, no need."
Zhu Shisan waved his hands repeatedly.
This place is located in the alleyway that was blocked due to the 'plague' three years ago. Although it was fine afterwards, no one lived there.
"It always costs money to build roads, right?"
Putting the banknote into his hand, Yang Yu had a headache. Across the street, his mother-in-law hurried over, fearing that she had also seen him take action...
"Okay, I'll give the rest of the money to you later."
Zhu Shisan did not refuse anymore. He seemed to have noticed the hurried footsteps and said goodbye.
Yang Yu felt slightly sad.
When they were both government officials, the two of them could not talk about everything, but they could be considered close friends. But now, they are much estranged from each other.
"Little prison!"
In the distance, the old man's voice could be heard.
"Go and help clean up."
After taking a look at the helpless little maid, Yang Yu sighed and stepped forward to greet her.
Dealing with my mother-in-law is no easier than dealing with the sea.
After finally persuading her to go back, Yang Yu almost broke out in a sweat, and the old man didn't feel relaxed either. He was criticized a lot.
"...That's the thing. If someone wants to kill me, I can't sit still and wait for death."
Back in the room, under the old man's repeated questioning, Yang Yu had no choice but to tell him what happened in the past few days, but just skipped a little bit.
The old man paced back and forth, and it took him a long time to finally say one sentence:
"What should we do?"
He's a little numb.
As an authentic veteran, he had seen the greatest official in his life, that is, the county magistrate, and the head of the palace were all big shots who were out of reach.
And his son not only killed a state leader, but also offended the prince of the palace who was very likely to succeed to the throne. Such a thing was beyond his imagination.
Yang Yu's expression remained as usual: "At least you can't wait to be killed."
"When you receive favors from others, you have to repay them. However, if you really can't beat them, let's just run away. It won't be embarrassing."
The old man sighed again and again, and his wrinkles became sad. He held Yang Yu's hand, nervous and worried:
"As long as you are fine, we don't want the land god throne anymore..."
"What you're saying is, if we really can't beat him, we'll run away."
The old man's hands were a little cold, so Yang Yu comforted him and talked about the earth god's throne.
"I knew I wouldn't want this thing."
The old man was a little annoyed:
"I originally thought I could help you, but who knew..."
The old man did not hide anything and told the changes one by one after refining the earth god throne. The earth god seat is rooted in the soil. Once the god seat is planted, it is difficult to change.
The conditions are harsh, but the benefits are also great.
As long as he is in the place shrouded by the god, anyone who has murderous intentions towards him will feel it, and he can gather spiritual energy, nourish fertile fields, and cultivate medicinal materials.
"What is 'spiritual energy'? The old man hasn't figured it out yet..."
The old man is a little worried.
"The divine throne must not be discarded!"
Yang Yu looked solemn.
He still can't see the old man's fate, but he can predict that the old man's luck is extremely amazing.
However, the flow of luck will not favor a certain person forever. Based on his research on destiny and luck, he can vaguely guess that once luck is frustrated, it will speed up.
The land god status is of extremely high value and is also connected to the old man's luck. If it is abandoned, it will probably prosper and then decline.
"The old man is not very capable and can't help you with anything..."
The old man looked gloomy, feeling a little self-pity and heartache. For the first time in his life, he secretly resented his lack of ability.
If I had talent, how could my child be bullied like this...
Seeing that the old man was in a low mood, Yang Yu realized that he could no longer put pressure on him, so he pretended to be relaxed and said:
"Things are not that bad. That Mr. Xu and I have half a friendship, at worst we can join him!"
As he said this, he was also moved in his heart. He suddenly remembered Xu Wenji's words when he was leaving. Could this old man have expected today?
At this thought, he suddenly felt that it was possible.
He could clearly see the chaos in Qingzhou and even Longyuandao. It was impossible for a careful person like Xu Wenji not to miss it.
Perhaps, he has some means left?
"Mr. Xu?"
Hearing the name of 'Xu Wenji', the old man felt a little relieved. He was not well-informed, but Qingzhou was adjacent to Yunzhou, and there were many storytellers who talked about the deeds of this veteran of the two dynasties.
"What about the crown prince of King Long Yuan? Mr. Xu is a veteran of two dynasties and a very important person."
Of course Yang Yu knew how to coax the old man. With just a few words, he made the old man relax.
"Yes, Mr. Xu is a rare good official. Let's go and join him."
The old man nodded repeatedly.
"Just be good and that's it. As for the rest, you don't have to worry about it."
Yang Yu comforted the old man, got up and left the house.
"Be careful, if it doesn't work, let's run away."
The old man chased him out, knowing that it was time to say goodbye again, he was a little reluctant and a little sad.
"Don't worry, if my mother-in-law asks, just tell me that I am traveling."
After saying goodbye to the old man and not disturbing his mother-in-law, Yang Yu quietly went out and took the black dog with him, but with a slight thought in his mind, he summoned the living dead.
After many days of rest, the living dead had already returned to its full strength, and the rekindled furnace was full of blood. With his current intention, he could not only fight against the master, but at least be able to fight and retreat.
Leaving the living dead as a precaution, Yang Prison was still a little worried and asked Xiao Wu and the Jin Yiwei who were secretly protecting him to be more alert before they came out of the alleyway.
"Black Mountain City..."
Walking slowly in the streets and alleys, with the sounds of vendors selling in his ears, Yang Yu realized that he had not been shopping like this for a long time.
In the past few years, he has been running around and practicing. When he rarely has free time, he often goes out to buy things with a strong purpose and then returns in a hurry.
There were not many good things to buy and sell in Black Mountain City, but he left with great interest.
In the martial arts hall in Wei He, the old man was still chatting with his disciples. Seeing Yang Yu, his whole face was very radiant. He took him and scolded the disciples.
Yang Yu also let him go. Finally, he left behind his improved beheading sword skills and a few trouble-free martial arts before bidding farewell to Wei He.
At the city gate, Wang Wu, who had only one arm, leaned against the gate. When he saw Yang Yu, he was amazed:
"Good boy, I haven't seen you for a few years, but my martial arts has reached this level. It's really incredible, incredible!"
"What, do you want me to teach you how to do it?"
Yang Yu smiled.
"Get lost! Don't even think about taking advantage of the Fifth Master."
Wang Wu smiled and cursed, and then asked about the story. After hearing Yang Yu's few words, the smile disappeared from his face.
"A noble family, a noble family, the master of a dynasty."
He sighed:
"Aren't you afraid?"
At this time, the sun was setting in the west, the setting sun was like blood, and the clouds on the horizon were burning like fire. Yang Yu looked at it from a distance and suddenly smiled:
"Fifth Master, if we go there, we will really become famous all over the world!"