Yang Yu twirled his wine glass and pondered in silence.
Whether the Meteor Immortal Powder can have an effect on the old witch is still unknown, and even if it can have an effect...
These methods may threaten the Martial Saint, but they are obviously not enough to face that old monster that has been immortal for three thousand years.
However, in order to convince him, Feng Wushuang obviously prepared for a long time.
"The tide is coming..."
Yang Prison read through the thick book page by page, chewing it in his heart.
In the booklet, there were many things that he had heard or speculated about, such as 'eating people can prolong life'. However, that old woman did not eat everyone...
The contemporary great saint of the Liansheng Cult in front of me knew much more about the old woman than the slovenly Taoist.
Many of the records made him even more moved.
'In the first year of Qianheng's reign, my mother was hungry, so she ate 'meat and poultry' for twelve or three years. I collected the bones of the corpse, and all the skeletons were shining brightly, and it was clear that I was close to the Martial Saint...'
"I did not collect this book by myself. Many of them were left behind by my predecessors. The birds in the book are pure warriors, and the beasts must possess Dao Fruit..."
Feng Wushuang lowered her eyes:
"A few days ago, Zhang Xuanba, the king of Zhao in the Xifu, broke into the mountains and robbed all the birds and beasts in the courtyard. Therefore, these days, she is extremely eager to 'eat blood'..."
"This old witch only eats warriors above the Grand Master, and those with Taoist fruits will be given priority..."
With thoughts swirling in his mind, Yang Yu raised his eyebrows. Under the bright moonlight, the girl dressed in men's clothing pursed her lips, and her heroic face showed a rare heaviness:
"Everything depends on man and God, and the tide is coming. If we don't want her to eat us up after she comes out of seclusion, then we have no choice but to give it a try!"
As she spoke, she held her head high:
"So what if there is no chance of winning? It is not the style of warriors like us to just wait for the kill. Even if I die, this girl will have to lose all her old teeth!"
After thinking for a while, Yang Yu said:
"If I want to kill her, I'm afraid you won't be enough..."
"Um?"
Feng Wu's eyes darkened slightly, but then he saw the eyes on the opposite side light up again:
"How do you get the Sun-shooting Dao Fruit?"
"There is a way!"
Hearing these words, Feng Wushuang couldn't help but feel relieved.
Yang Yu is not the first foreign aid he has found, but he is currently the one he values the most.
Not only does he possess astonishing magical powers, but his martial arts talent is also unparalleled in the world. Among the people she knows, he is the peer who is most likely to step into the threshold of a martial saint.
Seeing that he agreed, she couldn't help but be happy, but before mentioning the sun-shooting path fruit, she said something else.
"Swallow blood?"
Yang Yu couldn't help but narrowed his eyes.
There are only nine great elders in the sect at one time, but that does not mean that all the nine great elders before them are dead...
This swallow blood is one of them.
According to Feng Wushuang's words, even the old witch was reluctant to eat...
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When Yang Yu walked out of the 'ninth floor', there were two more maids beside him, and at this moment, the sky was about to light up.
Seeing him coming out, there were many scouts watching from a distance, and the spies left quietly.
"Sir, do you want it?"
The pink-clothed girl Yinglier lowered her head slightly.
"No need."
Yang Prison didn't take it seriously.
His arrival was naturally beyond the expectations of the wealthy gentry in the city, and there were more than two families watching him at this moment.
"You want to confuse them?"
That night, Yu Lingxian's heart was very complicated. At this moment, she calmed down a little and asked guessingly.
"How can I care what they think of me?"
Yang Yu played with the 'Blood Escape Pearl' obtained from Ma Long Tu. Compared with the gentry and gentry in the city, he was more interested in this exotic pearl that absorbed blood.
The core of any magical weapon is the divine seed. This is Yang Yu's understanding of the legendary 'magical weapon' and 'magic weapon'.
And this bead confirms this.
【Blood Escape Bead】
[Core: Divine Seed ‘Blood Escape’]
[It can purify foreign blood gas, and it can contain the blood gas to explode at critical moments. The greater the accumulation, the farther the distance you can escape, the limit is one hundred and thirty miles]
This orb is naturally far inferior to those legendary magic weapons, but for Yang Yu, it is already precious enough.
One hundred and thirty miles away, although he couldn't escape from the 'Thousand Miles Soul Lock', with the method of concealing his body and energy, he had a 30% chance of avoiding even if the Martial Saint was chasing him.
If you are in the area covered by the Hades Book, this certainty can even reach 70-80%.
Of course, the Martial Saint he is really familiar with is Zhang Xuanba, King of Zhao of the Xifu who is about to break through in the illusion of Liuji Mountain...
When we got out of the ninth floor, it was getting dark, and smoke was rising from all over the city. The turmoil in the past three days had many aristocratic families on tenterhooks, but the impact on ordinary people was not great.
Except for some rotten scholars, the vast majority of the people did not care whether the big character on the flag at the top of the city was 'Zhang' or 'Yang'.
If they distribute some food, they would rather be 'Yang'.
Walking slowly in the city, Yang Yu calmed down his breath, and the two women beside him also restrained themselves. There had been no snow for several days. Although there was still snow in the city, it was also becoming lively.
As soon as the sun came out, all kinds of breakfast shops opened their doors.
Yang Yu ate a little from each stall, walking from this street to that street, until he walked to the warehouse where the grain was stored.
In a year of great disaster, the only people who have no food and clothing are the refugees, and the only people who are hungry and well fed are ordinary people. Naturally, the Northwest Palace has no shortage of food.
As the largest producer in the Northwest Road, there are eight large granaries in the city. In order to cope with the siege of the city by the rebels, the granaries are all full at the moment.
Even if it is opened to eat, it will be enough to feed the people of the city for more than a year.
So many tens of thousands of victims are nothing.
However, there is also something to be said for providing relief, and it is not just about giving out food, and the big boss knows this better than he does.
This wealthy businessman in the world seemed to have a chamber of commerce in every big city. With one order, he summoned thousands of people, many of whom had been educated and literate.
This is quite extraordinary.
As far as Yang Yu knows, even in this northwest Daocheng, there are actually less than one in ten people who can read and digitize, and those who are proficient in calculations are only one in a hundred!
And most of them are gentry and big families. When it comes to ordinary people, this number will be greatly reduced.
The reason why Xu Wenji is so popular is that throughout his life, he devoted himself to establishing schools to provide education for poor students.
This happened year after year, year after year, when Jiazi passed by, the number of people who recognized him as their teacher was beyond anyone's imagination.
You need to know that disciples have disciples and grandsons, and disciples and grandsons have disciples...
"Xue Val..."
Looking at the large number of Confucian scholars who walked out of the crowd and prostrated themselves in front of him, Yang Yu truly realized the weight of 'Xu Wenji's disciples'.
Even if he was ruthless, even if he was wanted on his back, even if he suppressed the Northwest King in full view of the public.
This group of people still prostrated themselves in front of him. Unlike the other Confucian scholars who scolded and reprimanded him, they respectfully addressed him as "teacher."
But what they worshiped was actually Xu Wenji.
"Sir..."
Suppressing the complicated emotions in his heart, Yang Yu raised his hand to help everyone.
As usual, use Tongyou to scan through the secluded areas to gain insight into their lives, and then find the best among them to serve for them and share the city's affairs.
He had done similar things more than once in the past few days, and he was already familiar with it.
Of course, he also picked out the black sheep hidden among them one by one, and used Tongyou to urge them very frequently.
Without disturbing the relief team, Yang Yu stood up and left. He visited eight granaries in succession before slowly leaving.
His appearance is a warning.
He warned the wealthy gentry in the city who had no time to deal with it temporarily not to plan for the granary. He believed that these smart people would not be stupid enough to offend him.
The four major families in Qingzhou dared to burn the granaries because Xu Wenji, who was confident in erasing the whole situation and acting in accordance with royal laws, could not touch them without evidence.
But Yang Prison...
The originally empty palace was filled with many victims of the disaster in ragged clothes. They looked at everything around them anxiously, with trepidation and caution.
Large pots were set up in the courtyards to make temporary porridge sheds.
Zhang Xuanyi, who was trapped in a small courtyard, could not suppress the evil fire in his heart countless times while smelling the smell coming from his mouth and nose.
His palace was actually occupied by this group of despicable people...
But after the anger, there is sadness.
Three days passed, and none of his subordinates or descendants came to rescue him. This was a huge blow to him.
Over the years, he has asked himself whether he treats others badly, and his descendants, whether he is a direct descendant or a concubine, have never treated him badly.
However……
"Yang prison..."
At a certain moment, Zhang Xuan raised his head hoarsely, and Yang Yu who pushed the door in was reflected in his red eyes, with unwillingness and ferociousness:
"I, the Zhang family from the northwest, could it be that I have been killed by you?!"
"Kill?"
Yang Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, guessing what he was thinking, and couldn't help but sneer:
"Are you curious why no one came to save you? In fact, it wasn't me who stopped me, but it really didn't happen!"
"impossible!"
Henry Zhang's hair and beard were bulging, and his eyes were completely red. If he hadn't been blocked by all the apertures and meridians, he would probably explode again.
"If you want to blame it, it's because you gave birth to too many babies."
Yang Yu replied.
What is the reason for the weak family ties in the princely family?
Huge benefits are one, and Zhang Xuanyi is the other. He has given birth to too many children, hundreds of thousands of children and grandchildren. Not to mention cultivating feelings, I am afraid that I may not even remember all their names.
And because he was exposed to both rain and dew, in the past few decades, many princes, princes, and grandsons have criticized each other, and they have been beaten out of their wits.
There is deep hatred between each other. How can there be no resentment in the heart towards the instigator?
"Too much."
Henry Zhang was struck by thunder and fell to the ground. After a long while, he raised his head:
"I can hand over the secret treasury to you, and give you all the property I have accumulated over the years. I just ask you to let me go!
I can swear to God that I will never set foot on the Northwest Road again for the rest of my life!"
Hearing this, Yang Yu was unmoved and turned to ask, "Do you still think it's a coincidence that I left you in this yard?"
"Um?!"
Hearing these words, Henry Zhang's eyes flashed with uncontrollable horror: "Impossible! I will kill everyone who knows the location of the secret vault.
How could you possibly know?!"
He roared madly and rushed towards him, but was stopped by Yang Yu with a finger. Immediately, he was caught in the former's violent and ferocious eyes.
Yang Yu was familiar with the road, opened the mechanism in the courtyard, and opened the 'secret vault' that Zhang Xuan regarded as life and wanted to trade with it.