Touching the newly grown green beard on his chin, Yang Yu was thoughtful.
The one marked with the Ten Capitals, and his recipe. He originally thought that the so-called Ten Capitals, like 'good or bad', was just the Gluttony Cauldron's grade mark for ingredients.
but now……
With thoughts in his mind, Yang Yu entered the Cauldron of Gluttony, glanced at the many progress bars on the cauldron wall, and picked up the ingredients, the Ghost-Headed Sword.
Define and complicated text covers the entire blade, and the "Picture of the Ranks of Ghosts, Gods and Stars in the Ten Capitals" is falling on the handle of the knife.
Corresponding to the Dao Wen, Yang Yu began to analyze the magical secrets on this sword that the four generations of Weihe had never realized.
“I was born extraordinary. I could read a thousand words at the age of three and read hundreds of classics at the age of five. Everyone in my parents’ hometown said I was a child prodigy, and the county magistrate even praised me for being a scholar.”
“But this is not my ambition! It is not my way to learn martial arts and sell my goods to the emperor’s family. My way is to explore the world..."
“Dare you ask God if there are any gods? I will definitely be able to answer the questions of the ancient sages!”
The opening chapter is a self-narration with a strong foreign tone.
"immigrant……"
Yang Prison frowned inwardly.
Tao Wen has naturally been unified with the unification of characters for a long time, but the accents in various places are not unified. Not to mention other places, the accents of the six prefectures of Qingzhou have changed greatly.
This is just Qingzhou. Looking around the world, there are hundreds and thousands of dialects.
The reason why many secret books cannot be picked up and practiced is that apart from the terminology, the biggest problem is the dialect.
For example, there is a species of bird in Shunde Prefecture, which is called ‘Xiao Chong’er’ in Heishan County, and ‘Jia Qiao’er’ and ‘Home Egg’ in other places.
People in other places can recognize the words, but how can they know what they mean?
Next, Yang Yu encountered such a problem.
The self-proclaimed "Fei Deng Taoist"'s narrative was filled with a large number of words that he recognized but did not understand at all, which made him look confused.
In the end, I had no choice but to put down the ghost-headed sword.
…“God knows where this dialect is spoken?”
Yang Yu was speechless.
After finally learning Dao Wen, do you still need to learn dialect?
This is outrageous.
According to storytellers, those who practice after picking up a secret book are extremely lucky to not die from practicing.
“Unifying the language is no less important than unifying the written language...”
Having no choice but to sigh, Yang Yu calmed down and started practicing.
Step, twist, lift, chop...
As the sword was swung, Yang Yu's figure rose and fell, changing erratically.
As the decapitation sword technique reached a bottleneck, he focused more on footwork.
Sword techniques inherently require the coordination of footwork. The rapid advancement of the beheading knife has naturally led to the Zhufeng step.
It's just that it's not very smart to follow the wind step by step.
But he was able to move and dodge under the siege of the Liansheng Cult members, naturally relying on this seemingly inconspicuous footwork.
“The ninth level of swordsmanship is the pinnacle, but what is it like at the tenth level?”
His body moved and the light of the sword spread across the room, but there were still distracting thoughts rising and falling in Yang Yu's heart.
“Li Eryi travels all over the world as a storyteller. Logically speaking, he should know a lot about the dialects of other places, right?”
…
On the high platform, Li Eryi rolled up his sleeves and spoke in a cadence:
“As the saying goes, the luxurious things of the past are gone, and the silver screen and the golden house are in the dream soul. The yellow reeds remain in the evening sky, and the green grass and cold smoke lock the Forbidden City.
The fish lamp oil in the tunnel is about to run out, and the mirror and mirror box on the dressing table are long sealed. Whose words can make everything prosperous and ruinous?
Snapped!
Xingmu took a lot of pictures, and the onlookers in the hall just came back to their senses.
“The luxurious things of the past are all gone, and I have nothing to do but wind and wind! You are truly a great talent!”
Liu Qingqing clapped her thighs and cheered repeatedly.
When he first heard about "The Golden Vase", he refused. The trivial matters in the market could not compare with pleasure and revenge, but as the story unfolded, he couldn't stop it.
After that, whenever Li Eryi starts a show, he will be the first to arrive.
“Good life, good life!”
The other onlookers also cheered loudly, and before the boy with the basket came down to ask for it, the copper coins had already flowed all over the high platform.
“Thanks to you all for liking me, Mr. Li is very happy.”
Li Eryi smiled and thanked all the parents.
Sweeping the money all over the floor, he felt quite satisfied, but when he saw the ingot of gold that Liu Qingqing rewarded, the corner of his mouth twitched again.
These days, Li Eryi is very generous in giving rewards.
But every time he stepped down, someone came to beg him. Over time, he really hated the old parents in Heishan City.
That’s gold, gold!
With the curtain call, all the spectators dispersed, but Liu Qingqing raised his hand and called Li Eryi: "Sir, don't leave in a hurry!"
“Mr. Liu, what is this?”
Li Eryi turned around in confusion.
“Young master wants to invite you to go to my house and say a few words!”
Some servants have already explained their purpose of coming.
"this……"
Li Eryi was a little hesitant.
He really didn’t want to deal with Mr. Liu, but it was really because of him that he could calmly tell stories without being disturbed.
I can’t help but feel a little hesitant.
“What? You dare not go?”
The servant suddenly started shouting.
“Asshole!”
Liu Qingqing glanced coldly, dismissed the servants, and invited with a smile.
Li Eryi was very hesitant, but still declined:
“To be honest, I’ve finished shaking off this little thing, and I’m going to leave the city today…”
He did not tell lies.
Although the inner city was still barely maintaining peace, he had long been keenly aware of the unusual atmosphere in Black Mountain City.
Had it not been that Li Eryi was really unable to cope with it and wanted to say goodbye to Yang Yu, he would have wanted to leave Heishan County twenty days earlier.
“Sir, are you leaving?”
Liu Qingqing was a little surprised and immediately shook his head:
“What’s the importance of the day tonight? Sir, I’ll have a talk in the afternoon and see you off tomorrow. I’ll give you a good gift myself!”
…”
Li Eryi wanted to tell him that he didn't get a single copper plate from you, but he felt the eager eyes of those servants.
Still gritted his teeth and agreed.
It was already noon at this time. Li Eryi just ate his meal and was taken to Liu's house by the government servants who came to visit him.
“What a ‘good official’…”
Looking at the mansion in front of him, and then thinking about the Yamen he saw when passing by, Li Er felt a little bit sour in his teeth.
Until he was welcomed into a courtyard by his servants, Li Eryi was still feeling nervous. He didn't want to drink tea or sit down.
That little boy was even more restless and anxious.
He thought Liu Qingqing would come soon, but he didn't expect that after waiting for two hours, he didn't even see a person.
Perhaps he drank too much tea, and Li Eryi was a little anxious. Seeing that no one had arrived yet, he asked the yamen waiting next to him to go to the hut.
“A lot of things!”
The yamen servant made a fool of himself and led him away.
The boy naturally went with him.
“Hoo!”
In the latrine, Li Eryi tied up his trousers and was about to go out, when he suddenly heard someone's voice next door.
“…We dug the grave, but we didn’t see the bodies of Wang Wu, Tan Hong, and Yang Yu…”
“Yang Prison?”
Li Er didn't want to listen to anyone in the corner, but when he heard Yang Yu's name, his heart suddenly thumped.
Can't help but stick to the corner.
I heard a rather gentle voice reply nonchalantly:
“It’s just Wang Wu, two little minions can’t kill him? A rabble is a rabble.”
“The Lian Sheng Cult is not a rabble.”
A slightly older voice sounded:
"The sect that was the first to notice the 'surprise change' should not be underestimated. However, there seems to be nothing else in the prison. Perhaps the 'prison' that the Lian Sheng Sect is looking for does not refer to the prison..."
"Yes or no, it doesn't matter at all. I don't care about that..."
The gentle voice doesn’t take it seriously.
“Do these people need help from Pindao?”
The old voice said again.
"It doesn't matter if it doesn't cause any trouble, it doesn't matter whether you live or die."
The gentle voice said, with a slight pause:
“But I didn’t expect an outsider to come to the house today…”
Li Eryi's heart tightened.
Before he could slip away, a "bang" was heard, and the wall in front of him was punched through by people. The bricks and stones were splashed, and large amounts of feces and urine were splashed.