Two heavy snowfalls came one after another, making the already poor road even more difficult to walk.
The alleys are icy everywhere, and if you are not careful, you will fall.
Several elderly women were cleaning the courtyard gate, and someone looked at the gray-haired old woman at the door:
"Sister Yang, hasn't your boy come back yet?"
"Nope."
Grandma Yang wiped the sweat on her face and smiled reluctantly.
"Don't worry too much! Those people who are going with you are all very capable."
"Um."
The old woman is taciturn.
I just kept my worries in my heart and carefully cleaned the door to prevent it from freezing again at night.
"Hey? Sister Yang, look, is that your kid? He's carrying all these things!"
The woman who spoke before was startled.
"Mother-in-law..."
Seeing the old woman sweeping away the snow outside the door, Yang Yu felt nervous and hurriedly stepped forward to take the tool from her hand.
"I'm home?"
Rubbing the red circles under her eyes, Granny Yang smiled and held him back:
"You haven't eaten yet, let's eat first."
"Wait while I clear the door."
Yang Yu took the tool and cleared the snow inside and outside.
Looking at the snow-free roof, I felt guilty and distressed.
The old woman didn't care, she was used to it. Instead, she felt sorry for Yang Yu because he had lost weight, and kept picking up food for him.
The old woman talked more than usual, and she held Yang Yu in conversation for a long time. It was late at night before she felt sleepy.
After waiting for his mother-in-law to fall asleep, Yang Yu's heart calmed down.
"Think of danger, think of change, think of retreat..."
He sighed softly, closed the door, returned to his room, and lit the oil lamp.
How could he not understand what Wei He meant?
It's just that I feel unwilling to do so.
Under the bean light, Yang Yu sat upright and in danger.
In front of him were bottles and jars obtained from Wang Wu.
"Yiqi pills, blood-tonifying pills..."
Scanning the two pills, Yang Yu hesitated slightly and took out a few packs of iron beans he had just taken out of his arms.
"Although the first blood transfusion is the most difficult, that's just one thing. You can't take it lightly..."
Yang Yu tried hard to calm down.
According to Wang Wu and Wei He, the first blood transfusion is the most difficult, and then it becomes less difficult. It is not until the third blood transfusion that it becomes dangerous.
But he knew very well that blood transfusion was not simple at all.
A slight change in the blood that runs through the meridians throughout the body will have a huge impact.
Especially him, he is much more dangerous than other warriors.
"Exchange blood..."
Taking out a dark red pill, Yang Yu swallowed it without even looking at it.
call!
It was as if a ball of fire had been swallowed directly into the abdomen, and the burning and stinging sensation instantly spread from the throat to the internal organs, and then spread throughout the body.
Yang Yuteng stood up, and his body unconsciously put on various punches, slowly pushing away the hot airflow in his body.
In his heart, various tips for blood transfusion flowed.
The first blood transfusion generates internal Qi, which is the foundation of martial arts. Only when internal Qi is generated can Qi and blood be transported and the body can be warmed and nourished.
After another blood transfusion, you can choose the focus and selectively strengthen certain parts of the body.
Or limbs, or internal organs.
However, warriors themselves do not have the right to choose. All choices have been determined as early as when they practiced the Qi Subduing Method.
Those who make changes without authorization will often have inner Qi riots, which can range from going crazy to being possessed by evil spirits, to causing a backflow of Qi and blood.
“In the First Qi Jue, the ‘lungs’ should be chosen for the second exchange of blood, while Tan Hong’s ‘breathing method’ chooses the right arm...
but me……"
Distracted thoughts passed by in a flash.
Yang Yu concentrated his mind and caused the inner Qi to flow around the meridians around his body again and again until the Qi and blood became warm and soft.
Only with a thought in his mind, the inner Qi is caused to flow upward, from the abdomen to the chest, passing through the five internal organs, passing through the consequences, and finally reaching the center of the eyebrows.
The "Old Mother Wants You to Conquer Qi Lu" he practices is what he chooses for the second exchange of blood.
It’s Ajna Nidan!
boom!
There seemed to be a yellow bell exploding in my mind.
Yang Yu was in a trance, and the surrounding fog rolled in, lifting him up completely. For a moment, he actually forgot where he was.
I felt like I had turned into a cloud, floating gently, not knowing where it was going.
"No, not good..."
His chest felt hot, and Yang Yu suddenly woke up. When he opened his eyes again, he found that he had actually entered the Cauldron of Gluttony.
On the cauldron wall, a flash of scarlet flashed:
[Lao Mu Xiang Er Fu Qi Lu: The fourth level, you can look inside the meridians of the whole body]
"Inner view?"
Yang Yu was shocked and confused.
But as soon as his thoughts came to his mind, he actually seemed to see an extremely detailed meridian map.
"It's actually true?"
Yang Yu was surprised and happy.
When he first started practicing this method of subduing Qi, he was surprised that it seemed to be no different from other methods of subduing Qi.
Unexpectedly, it was only then that the difference became apparent.
I immediately quit the Cauldron of Gluttony and tried it, and I found a difference after this attempt.
In the past, he usually relied on induction to move the energy and blood, and drove the inner energy to move. It was just an idea.
In the state of inner vision, he can clearly capture the inner energy and adjust the direction at will. Compared with before, it is not only ten times faster?
After gaining inner vision for the first time, Yang Yu couldn't hide the restlessness in his heart. He kept trying and found that practicing martial arts both internally and externally was much faster than before.
It wasn't until daybreak that Yang Yu reluctantly ended the attempt.
"call!"
After exhaling a long breath, Yang Yu stood up, shook his body slightly, and heard the sound of "crackling" muscles and bones rubbing together.
"I have to go to work..."
Yang Yu's eyes flickered.
Of course he doesn't care about the position of a mere jailer, but he has not forgotten the purpose of the Lian Sheng Cult.
Washed, fetched water, lit a fire, cooked, and cleaned the yard inside and out.
Yang Yu then went to work with his sword in hand.
Before going to prison, he also went to the drug store to buy medicine for three blood transfusions.
"No?"
Looking at the helpless shopkeeper with his hands spread out, Yang Yu couldn't help but frowned.
"In the past six months, trade routes have been difficult, and a large amount of medicinal materials have been used. If they are ordinary medicinal materials, that's it. The precious medicinal materials have been sold out by several people in the inner city..."
The shopkeeper sighed:
"Food has also increased several times, but you can still buy food, but the medicinal materials are really gone..."
Hoarding and living together.
Yang Yu felt cold in his heart. He had noticed the increase in prices yesterday, but he didn't expect that medicinal materials could not be bought even if he had money.
After going to other pharmacies and getting the same answer, Yang Yu could only give up his thoughts on buying medicinal materials.
With the elixir given by Wang Wu, he can still hold on for a while.
Compared with a month ago, the prison has not changed much. It is still decayed and lifeless.
The jailers were either gathering together to play cards or sleeping soundly. They were much more relaxed than a month ago.
Yang Prison was a little strange.
Ordinarily, after experiencing a prison robbery, these jailers should not have been on guard for a period of time. How long did it take for them to become like this?
"Good boy, I heard that all those good guys died, but you actually came back alive?"
The old jailer, whom he had met several times, came out of the corner with an oil lamp, looked at Yang Prison up and down, and marveled:
"You are such a good hand after changing your blood. At worst, you should be a prison boss. How can you be a jailer?"
"If you exchange blood, don't you also have to support your family?"
Yang Yu gave a haha.
If it weren't for the things that might exist in prison, there would be no way he would have come back.
"How can you be afraid that you won't be able to support your family after getting a blood transplant?"
Seeing that Yang Yu didn't tell the truth, the old jailer didn't take it seriously. He sighed softly and walked towards the corner:
"These days, things are getting more and more perfect!"
After saying hello to a few familiar jailers, Yang Yu picked up an oil lamp and began to patrol the prison.
In fact, I carefully observed each cell to see the differences.
After the blood transfusion was successful, his various martial arts skills improved and his internal energy also increased greatly.
But the bigger gain is that after the inner Qi settles in the Niwan, the five senses are greatly enhanced, although it is not to the extent of being able to see at night.
But it is also much higher than ordinary people.
But he looked from cell to cell and from corridor to corridor. He walked for most of the day and saw that the time for his shift was almost over.
Still found nothing.
But he also knew that if the thing was so easy to find, it wouldn't be his turn.
"You, you, you are Yang Yu?!"
Suddenly, a weak voice came from the front.
"This sound..."
Yang Prison felt a thrill in his heart. He looked up and saw a disheveled prisoner looking at him excitedly beside the toilet in the cell on his left.
"Who are you?"
Yang Yu walked two steps quickly and looked at the prisoner who was covered in blood and smelly and was so thin that he was almost out of shape and said in disbelief:
"Old Li?!"
"Wow!"
Seemingly seeing Yang Yu recognize him, the disheveled prisoner jumped up, overturned the toilet bucket, and threw himself to the ground.