It was approaching dusk, and the shadow cast by the remaining sun shrouded the entire street.
Perhaps because of several consecutive heavy snowfalls, the inner city was much deserted than a month ago. It was still dark, and there were already few people on the streets.
There were only a few scattered vendors packing up their things.
"Qian Wu, Zhao Yan, Jiang Chuliu..."
With the name of the dead Xiangyong in his mouth, Yang Yu walked out of the alley as if there was a big stone pressing on his heart, making him depressed and irritable.
The screams and cries of the wives, children, and children seemed to be echoing in my ears.
At this moment, he understood what it means to be a county magistrate who destroys a family, and a magistrate who destroys a family.
He holds the power of life and death with his hands clean, but he has ruined more than ten families.
Moreover, if Wang Wu was not from the sixth family, most of these people would not even have pensions.
As his thoughts turned, Yang Yu stopped.
In the small courtyard separated by a wall, he heard a familiar voice.
Pushing the door open, Wei He, wearing a cotton robe and hood, was chatting. On the flat ground, five or six teenagers were shivering with cold.
Seeing Yang Yu come in, Wei He asked the young men to disperse.
"Why don't you want to come and see me before leaving the city?"
Wei He put his hands in his sleeves and glared at him angrily, before his expression became a little better:
"The muscles have grown and the bones have grown strong, which is a big gain! Is this going to require a second blood transfusion?"
Wei He didn't want to talk to Yang Yu at first, but when he saw the light in his eyes and the steady ups and downs in his steps, he was quite surprised.
This is obviously a result of martial arts training!
How long has it been since then to make such progress?
"The master's guidance is correct."
Yang Yu turned his wrist and took out several bottles and cans:
"These are some elixirs that replenish qi and blood. I hope the master will accept them."
"Yi Qi Pills, Blood Replenishing Pills? That boy is so generous, he is willing to give these to you."
Wei He was slightly moved. He took it and looked at it for a few times, then threw it back with regret:
"A small amount of quality is of no use to me."
"Master Wei also knows about elixirs?"
Yang Yu took the elixir back and pretended to be curious.
Knowing that his master was born in Jinyiwei, his mind naturally became much more active.
Jin Yiwei's intelligence is world-famous.
"That's natural."
Wei He felt a little proud: "Back when I was in the army in Qingzhou, I also took the 'Bing Class' 'Tongxue Pill'."
"Blood Tongxing Dan?"
Yang Yu's heart couldn't help but move.
He knew very little about elixirs, he had only heard some from Li Er, but could he believe what the storyteller said?
However, compared to Wei He, at least the four levels of 'A, B, C, and D' should be real.
"Do you know the Three Forbidden Rules of the Ming Dynasty?"
Wei He smoothed his long beard and asked calmly.
Yang Prison didn't hesitate: "Crossbow armor?"
He is also a person who has read books.
Naturally, we know that the Ming Dynasty did not prohibit hundreds of soldiers, salt and iron, or mineral veins, but it did not allow private possession. The only things it possessed were bows, crossbows, and armor.
It's okay to walk in a busy city with a sword across your body, but it's a death penalty to hide an armor, bow and crossbow in your home!
"Actually, there is another prohibition, which is elixir. All elixirs and elixirs are strictly prohibited. Anyone who practices them privately is guilty of conspiracy."
Wei He said calmly:
"Whenever storytellers mention heroes, they always talk about various kinds of pills, just like when beef was forbidden in the previous dynasty, all heroes would eat beef.
It’s just a gimmick!”
Wei He shook his head.
Since returning to Heishan County, he has not seen a pill in decades.
"Is this banned? You can buy medicinal materials at will..."
Yang Prison had never heard of this ban.
It’s just that the elixir is made from medicinal materials. If you can’t ban the medicinal materials, can you ban the elixir?
"What do you think an elixir is? Boil the medicinal materials, dry them and knead them into pills? That thing can only be called an ointment, how dare you call it an elixir?"
Wei He smiled with tears welling up in the corners of his eyes, and after a while he said:
"The origin of the word elixir cannot be determined, but it is an elixir, not a medicine, and refining elixir requires more than just plants and trees.
For example, the blood-tonifying pill I once took contained hardware, was coated with sausage casings, and was boiled with the blood of hundreds of animals for three years before it was ready.
It's a pity that the one I took was just a useless pill..."
"This, this is Dan?"
Yang Yu was a little dumbfounded. This elixir didn't sound serious...
It's nothing more than hardware, and it was boiled in blood for three years. This is even more exaggerated than what Li Eryi said.
If this is cooked, can it be eaten?
"Why do you think the imperial court banned elixirs? It's just because ordinary people will die if they eat them."
Wei He was aroused by the elixir and started talking:
"The elixirs of the lower class Ding are barely considered elixirs, but even so, if you take them, you can speed up the transportation of qi and blood. If an ordinary person takes them, the qi and blood will flow backwards, flooding the brain and causing death."
"Is it so dangerous?"
Yang Yu was shocked.
This is more powerful than poison, no wonder it is banned.
"Okay, if you have something to say, hurry up and get out! I'm going to bed."
Wei He said, wanting to drive people away:
"With this blood replenishing pill, your second blood transfusion won't be a problem."
Yang Prison did not dare to neglect, carefully choosing his words, and told the story of the bandit suppression one by one, but he just concealed some bad guesses.
Emphasis on the matter of the Liansheng Cult refining the ‘Yang Pill’ and ‘Yin Pill’.
"We are just executioners. What's the point of saying this? Damn it, no one can be saved."
Wei He had no expression on his face and waved his hand to go back to the room.
Seeing that he didn't respond, Yang Yu was not disappointed. After giving a salute, he prepared to retreat.
But he didn't believe that Wei He would not respond.
There are only superiors in Jinyiwei, so if they stay dormant for a few decades, it is just normal. If there is no big event, they can stay dormant as usual for three or five generations.
And what's the big deal?
Conspiracy counts as one, and brewing evil elixir counts as one!
"correct."
Yang Yu was about to go out when he heard Wei He's voice again.
Looking up, he saw old man Wei's eyes were dark, a little catchy, and there was a warning:
"Although you have great skills, there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world. But you still have to think twice before doing anything.
Think of danger, think of change, but also think of retreat!"
Yang Yu was slightly startled, but nodded in agreement.
He turned around and left, and didn't stop until he was out of the alley.
Looking at the street that was still half covered with snow, I couldn't tell how I felt.
Wei He is worthy of being a royal guard. He probably knows everything he said and even guessed what he was thinking before.
Advise him to give up his thoughts.
Could it be that the official’s neck can’t be wiped?!
Yang Yu's face was uncertain, but he finally turned around and went back.
I've been away for a month. I'm afraid my mother-in-law has been worried for a long time, right?
…
The old monkey squeaked and closed the door, then scratched the door that was closed by Wei He in dissatisfaction.
A dark and lightless room.
Wei He walked slowly and walked to the case where the Ghost Head Sword was placed. He raised his hand and opened the hidden compartment on the wall in front of him.
This secret compartment is still covered in dust and is airtight. It seems to be sealed with a special potion, without even the slightest trace of decay.
In the hidden compartment, there is a silver-white shirt hanging.
The silver shirt seemed to be woven with silver thread, and the background color was that of an unknown beast with wings similar to a dragon's head, a fish's body.
Wei He looked dull.
After staring for a long time, he raised his hand and closed the secret compartment.
"Just such a shabby piece of clothing will cost me four generations of dormancy and more than a hundred years..."