It was approaching evening, and the clouds in the sky were as red as fire.
But on the instep-less snow, Yang Yu carried the package on his back, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and walked towards the nearest village.
Although Montenegro is large, there are not many suitable places to occupy it.
Wang Wuji is an old official with rich experience. He has eliminated most of the suspects in half a month and determined the approximate location of the sub-altar of Liansheng Sect City.
At this time, they went down the mountain separately, looking for the experienced hunter to lead the way.
Heavy snow has sealed the mountains, and the traps in the mountains and forests have also been covered. No one is there to lead the way, so we don't dare to act rashly.
"Fifteen people can't share much, but with these ingredients, it won't be a loss!"
Walking alone in the snow, Yang Yu was in a very good mood.
Counting this 'prescription', he has already obtained seven ingredients, and he is only short of the last four ingredients required for the 'recipe'.
"Nine oxen and two tigers, I wonder if it is the nine oxen and two tigers that I thought."
Yang Yu thought to himself and took out a piece of yellowed silk cloth from his arms.
There was really not much money in a cottage, but there was a lot of stolen goods from thieves who had nowhere to sell them, but he didn't get much of it, precisely because of this piece of silk.
On this silk cloth is a prescription for blood transfusion!
And it must be complete and complete, and the text on it must be clear and without errors or omissions, so it is naturally of great value.
According to Wang Wu, this prescription costs at least three thousand taels, which is more valuable than the entire cottage.
If he hadn't agreed to someone else's request to make a copy with money, he might not have been able to get it.
Wow~
Gently unfold the silk cloth, and the slightly scrawled handwriting is clearly visible.
The opening chapter is a self-narration by one person.
"...When I was young, I worked as a farmer. I couldn't distinguish between the grains. I couldn't bear the fatigue, so I started doing business. However, I was fooled by someone, and all my savings over the years were wiped out..."
"...I still refused to give up, so I studied literature. I failed for several years. I felt sad in my heart, but I still refused to give up. I started practicing martial arts again, training hard day and night, and finally ended up with hemiplegia of my lower limbs..."
"Fortunately! After a long illness, he became a good doctor. After years of exploration, his medical skills may have been perfected... After many attempts, he finally found a prescription...
Or can I take it?"
After the self-report, there are the names, weights, and some precautions of many medicinal materials.
Finally, it was another handwriting.
Added some other medicinal materials and refutation.
"I wonder if the 'Xu Yixiao' who wrote the prescription succeeded in blood transfusion?"
Yang Prison looked funny.
According to the bandits, Han Jie did not dare to take it rashly after snatching the prescription. Later, he consulted a famous doctor somewhere and made many additions and deletions.
Later, Han Zhi and the three people who were sworn friends successfully exchanged blood.
As for whether Mr. Xu, who never accomplished anything, is still alive, no one knows.
"Better than nothing."
He stuffed it into his arms, and in the distance, a village was vaguely visible.
Yang Yu quickened his pace, and soon he was approaching the village. But to his surprise, the village was quite deserted.
It was already evening, and there was no smoke.
Just as he was about to enter the village to inquire, he suddenly heard a strange sound of copper bells that seemed to be there but not at all.
"Is there a Taoist Taoist priest?"
Yang Yu's heart tightened and he ducked behind an old tree.
The Liansheng Church has been preaching in the outer city for more than a year. Although he always avoids it, he is not a stranger to it.
He remembered that all the Taoists who preached the scriptures would hang a red bell around their waists. The bells had different sounds.
It sounded like a child crying at night, and he remembered it deeply.
Sure enough, not long after waiting, a Taoist priest wearing white clothes and carrying a bamboo basket came from the other direction.
The black man with a human face was thin and thin. At first glance, he looked like a half-grown child. However, he walked very slowly. After a while, he arrived at the entrance of the village.
With his arrival, the village suddenly became lively.
A large group of villagers arrived at the entrance of the village and respectfully and even humbly invited the man to enter the village.
"As expected, the Lian Sheng Cult has penetrated deeper outside the city!"
Yang Yu's heart skipped a beat, and he followed Wang Wu's instructions to lower the flow of Qi and blood, and followed behind with his breath.
Jingle bell bell~
Weird ringtones ring from time to time.
The Taoist priest of Liansheng walked with great strides, followed by many villagers, knocking on the door from door to door, collecting salary money.
The villagers often have sallow faces and thin faces, and they are afraid but dare not refuse to interact with them.
Yang Yu could see clearly that what the villagers handed over was not money, but black and red pills.
"What it is?"
Yang Yu's doubts deepened.
The man was very fast. In a short time, he had covered the entire village, and the bamboo basket he was carrying on his back was already full.
Yang Yu pinched the ringing arrow in his arms and was hesitating whether to notify others.
The Taoist put down the full bamboo basket and sneered:
"Which little brat dares to follow Master Tao?"
"Did you find me?"
Yang Yu's heart was shocked and he held the waist knife.
boom!
In his mind, he was complaining that the breath-holding method of Wang Wujiao was not effective, when he heard a muffled sound.
A tall and burly old man stepped on the roof and rushed towards the man with a red face and an angry roar:
"Let me name you and give my son his life!"
Bang~
The next moment, the two palms collided together.
"ah!"
The tall figure screamed in pain and was knocked back several feet.
Yang Yu's eyes narrowed.
The old man was quite burly, and even attacked with a condescending attitude, but was actually knocked back by the Taoist who raised his hand.
"It turns out it's you, old guy."
Ren Ming shook his hand and sneered: "Your son is stupid, and you old guy is even stupider! You left so many footprints at the entrance of the village, and you still want to sneak attack on me?"
"What footprints?"
The old man was startled for a moment, then roared and rushed forward. He was like a wild lion, fighting for his life, and his inner energy was pushed to the limit.
footprint?
Yang Yu's heart suddenly lurked in the dark. This footprint should be about him, right?
He went down the mountain just to find a hunter to lead the way, and naturally he didn't bother to deal with his own footprints. After all, he didn't have the skills to leave no trace in the snow.
"ah!"
Facing the old man's desperate fighting style, the Taoist just dodged and waited until the old man took a breather and suddenly exerted force.
With just one punch, the old man was beaten until he vomited blood and flew up.
"Ha ha!"
The old man coughed up blood, but laughed wildly. Using the force of being knocked away, he reached out and grabbed the bamboo basket:
"Without this basket of 'Yang Pills' and 'Yin Pills', let's see how you die when you go back!"
He had known that he was no match for this Taoist, so his initial target was the evil medicine in this bamboo basket.
The risk-taking approach is just confusing.
"Damn old dog!"
The Taoist was completely furious and roared, his blood staining his whole body red.
Before he could finish his words, he was already chasing after him like crazy.
“What are ‘Yang pills’ and ‘Yin pills’?”
Yang Prison was thinking in his heart, and the hand holding the knife became tense.
call!
The two of them ran away one after the other.
After the shadow, Yang Yu waited intently.
His hiding place is the most suitable location for escape. If the old man wants to escape, he will definitely choose this route.
Sure enough, as the air flowed, the two people came one after the other, only three to four feet away from him.
"This distance is a little far..."
In the midst of lightning and flint, Yang Yu suddenly bowed, stepped forward, and drew his knife.
Tsk~
The waist knife swept across, turned into a half-moon of cold light, and slashed straight at the back of the Taoist's neck that passed by!
Behead with one knife!
"How dare a rat make a sneak attack?!"
The cold wind enveloped his body, and the man looked like a civet cat that had exploded. He roared and jumped up, trying to avoid the attack behind him.
"ah!!!"
A scream echoed through the village.
"What?"
The old man who was about to escape from the village suddenly turned around and saw a flash of sword light flashing out of the blood mist.
The evil spirit howled miserably and fell from mid-air, having his legs cut off!
"ah!"
The man's face was twisted, his eyes were as red as blood, he roared and slapped the ground, bounced up, and threw himself at Yang Yu with great ferocity:
"I'm going to tear you apart!!"
"Sorry, sorry. Your posture was so good that I couldn't hold it back for a while."
Yang Yu calmly dodged it, and with a backhand knife, he slapped the Taoist to the ground with the back of the knife:
"It's a pity that we have to stay alive and we can't surrender..."