There seemed to be a yellow bell ringing in his mind, and after a moment of trance, blurry and jumping light and shadow scenes unfolded before his eyes like a revolving lantern.
Small courtyard, locust tree, old monkey, ghost-headed sword, and an old man and a young man.
Time passed quickly, and in a daze, Yang Yu felt that he was immersed in the scene, as if he had entered the light and shadow.
He raised his eyes and looked around. Although there were slight differences, he still recognized that this small courtyard was the one where Wei He lived.
At this moment, the small courtyard was empty, except for an old man and a young man.
The old man has a skinny skin and white hair, and is very old. The young man is limping, his face is weathered, and he seems to be no longer young.
"That's Old Man Wei?"
Yang Yu recognized the young man kneeling on the ground, who was Wei He in his youth.
The old man said: "Do you have any complaints about calling you back?"
"How can you have any resentment when your father calls you?"
Wei He replied numbly.
"Don't dare? That means yes." The old man was dumbfounded.
Wei He pursed his lips and said nothing.
After returning to the small border town from the prosperous Qingzhou, he had seen the vast world, how could he be willing to come back, even if he was bruised and bruised outside.
"After all these years, have you gained more knowledge and gained anything?"
The old man sat upright, rubbing his hands against the ghost-headed sword in his arms.
Wei He lowered his head, expressionless:
"Qingzhou has a vast territory, rich resources, and endless prosperity. Qingzhou's army is strong and powerful, and there are countless people who have changed their blood. There are countless people who are more talented than me."
"Although the Qingzhou Army is strong, what does it mean?"
The old man suddenly sneered: "Do you know who the Ming Dynasty's system of 'replacing father after death with son' was first formulated by Taizu for whom?"
Wei He's body trembled and he suddenly raised his head: "Jin Yiwei?!"
"good!"
The old man nodded and said: "My father is the Jin Yiwei of the Ming Dynasty stationed in Qingzhou, Shunde Prefecture, and Heishan County!"
"Jinyiwei?!"
Listening to the conversation between father and son, Yang Yu couldn't help but feel shocked.
He naturally knows the name of Jinyiwei.
Li Eryi and even storytellers around the world, whenever the imperial court is mentioned, there must be a shadow of this mysterious violent organization.
According to legend, Jinyiwei was established at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty. It was established by the Taizu of the Ming Dynasty. He once followed him to cut mountains and destroy temples, and ride horses across the world.
But I didn't expect that Wei He was actually a Jin Yiwei?
After being shocked, Yang Yu became more and more curious about the conversation between father and son.
This old man seemed to be dying soon. He told all the matters in detail, without leaving any words, only speaking orally.
Wei He recovered from the shock and did not dare to neglect. He wrote it down carefully. After an unknown amount of time, the old man spat it out in one breath, his face already extremely gloomy.
"The royal guards are replaced by their sons after the father dies. This is passed down from generation to generation. Although my father is about to die, one day, Your Majesty will regain his royal robes..."
Holding on to his strength, the old man handed Wei He the ghost-headed sword in his arms:
"This knife must be kept well. It is not only a status symbol for you and me, but also contains the profound martial arts of a royal guard..."
Wei He took the knife, but before he could take another look, he saw that the old man's breath dropped to the bottom and he became silent.
"Father!"
Amid Wei He's shrill cry, the light and shadow shattered.
In the dim and lightless Cauldron of Gluttony, Yang Yu was in a trance for a while before digesting all the secrets he heard.
Then, he looked at the ghost-headed sword in his hand.
After being completely refined, the red light no longer appeared on the sword, but at a glance, Yang Yu noticed something strange.
Densely packed text is spread across the entire blade like patterns.
"Is this the 'advanced martial arts' that the old man called?"
Yang Yu came closer to take a closer look.
"Ghost? Kui? Position? Picture?"
Yang Yu was confused for a while, what kind of heavenly book is this?
This text was text, but what kind of text it was? He didn't recognize most of the characters at all, and he could only recognize a few of them.
After a while, Yang Prison put down the ghost-headed sword and looked at the dark cauldron wall:
[Exchange: progress (38/100) second blood exchange]
[My mother wants you to be convinced: Progress (23/100) third level]
[Iron Crotch Skill: Progress (16/100) Second Level]
[Zhufengbu: Progress (39/100) third level]
[Tiger Grappler: Progress (11/100) Second Level]
[Decapitation with Sword Technique: Progress (99/100) Ninth Level]
Practicing martial arts internally and externally is limited by the level of blood exchange. Even if you have already reached the third level of Zhufeng Step, you cannot go any further.
But this 'decapitation' move made him advance all the way to the ninth level by leaps and bounds!
This is not the realm of Wei He, nor the realm of his father or ancestors, but the summary of their three generations’ sword-training experience!
It was the result of Yang Yu standing on their shoulders and swinging his sword countless times.
…
Opening the window, the sky was barely bright, and stars were still visible on the horizon.
Yang Yu held the waist knife, and an indescribable feeling surged into his heart, making him unable to help but tremble.
It's like an old gourmand seeing delicacies, or an evil spirit in wine seeing jade dew and fine nectar.
"Decapitation knife, ninth floor!"
Suppressing the urge to scream, Yang Yu had a touch of satisfaction on his face.
The improvement of his sword skills will not make his strength and body undergo rapid transformation, but the internal improvement seems to be better than the external improvement.
Phew~
The cold wind dropped the yellow leaves on the eaves, drifting down.
Yang Yu squinted his eyes slightly, and without any need to think, objects in all directions appeared in front of him within a foot in front of him.
Even the angle at which to draw the knife, when to draw the knife, what force and speed will be used, and what effect will be achieved.
Everything emerged in his mind.
Yang Yu stood quietly in front of the window, feeling that the scenery he had seen in the past was so vivid and intoxicating.
It wasn't until daybreak and the sound of his mother-in-law's cough coming from next door that he came back to his senses and started lighting a fire, fetching water, and washing rice for cooking.
After everything was done, I spoke to my mother-in-law before going out.
The seven days were up, but the anxiety in Yang Yu's heart dissipated a lot, replaced by eagerness to try.
The city is already bustling with people coming and going.
Yang Yu was walking among the crowd, but he felt uncomfortable all over. Maybe it was the sequelae of rapid refining, or maybe it was the habit of decapitation sword technique.
As he walked, his eyes unconsciously fell on the necks of all the pedestrians who passed by him.
At the same time, various thoughts about how to exert force and how to behead people from various angles naturally emerged in my mind.
Immersed in this weird state, Yang Yu walked across the street and came to the front of the Liu family's mansion.
Wang Wu, who was in much better condition, was talking to a group of "country warriors" about the precautions for this trip out of the city, when his neck suddenly became numb.
Subconsciously, he turned around and saw Yang Yu's eyes, and his heart trembled unconsciously.
This kid...
"What? Boy, do you want to kill a certain family?"
Wang Wu shouted and cursed.
A thought in his mind that made him feel extremely absurd and weird:
You can never turn your back on this kid!
Yang Yu reluctantly withdrew his gaze, turned his head, and looked at another blood-changing warrior.
Naturally, that warrior did not have Wang Wu's level of induction, and he had no idea that the person behind him had decapitated him dozens of times in his mind.
"Be careful when entering the mountain this time. No one can act without my permission!"
With a final warning, Wang Wu turned around and was about to lead a group of people out of the city.
After taking two steps, he seemed to feel something, couldn't help but shudder, and turned to glare at Yang Yu:
"Go in front of me!"
…
The cool breeze blows the fallen leaves.
The courtyard was full of green plants. Liu Wenpeng held the chess piece in his hand and looked at the Taoist with gray beard and hair indifferently opposite:
"Brother Guan Dao, it's your turn."
"No more, no more."
The Taoist Guan gave up and admitted defeat, shaking his head, "Your Excellency is worthy of being skilled in chess and sword, but I, the Taoist, cannot beat you."
"Why admit defeat when the chess game has not yet become irremediable?"
Liu Wenpeng smiled slightly and said:
"Just like Montenegro at this time, you only see it as chaotic as a quagmire, but I see an opportunity to escape from the cage."
"Um?"
Taoist Guan raised his eyebrows and then sighed: "Aren't you afraid that the corruption will get out of hand?"
"Haha~"
Liu Wenpeng dropped the chess pieces in his hand, wiped his palms with a silk scarf, and said leisurely:
"If that's not the case, how can you see my master's methods?"