Until he returned home, Yang Yu was still a little confused.
Folk myths and story-telling novels are often widely spread, especially in this world lacking entertainment.
Yang Yu has naturally heard of various legends about this world.
However, the legend is just a legend. He never thought that he would be connected with the legend...
"Rank map..."
Without disturbing her mother-in-law, she carefully closed the door. After Yang Yu calmed down for a while, he sat down cross-legged and began to practice Iron Crotch Kung Fu.
Among the many martial arts he knows, Iron Crotch Kung Fu is the slowest in progress, followed by Lao Mu Fu Qi Lu.
Even though the martial arts of the ingredients refined through the Cauldron of Gluttony were extremely consistent with his own, he practiced every day, but in the end the time was too short.
The third layer was only halfway gone, barely covering the neck.
After a long time, when the inner energy was exhausted and the oil lamp was blown out, Yang Yu finally put on his clothes and lay down on the bed with a knife in his hand.
Close your eyes slightly and enter the cauldron of gluttony.
It was still a dark place with only a few rays of light. Yang Yu took advantage of the dim light cast by the progress bar on the cauldron wall to carefully examine the ghost head sword.
"Is this the ghost-headed sword that the Liansheng Cult is looking for? I actually got it a long time ago?"
Yang Yu had thoughts swirling in his mind.
Start analyzing the message on this ghost-headed sword.
There were so many things going on these days that he was overwhelmed. Although he learned a lot of uncommon slang from Li Eryi, he still didn't have time to analyze the ghost-headed sword.
But at this time, after careful study and analysis, he discovered something strange.
This 'Picture of the Ranking of Ghosts, Gods and Stars in the Ten Capitals' is not at all the magical secret book that the four generations of Weihe's ancestors thought it was.
The entire article is written in extremely obscure and unfamiliar terms, and there is no record related to martial arts.
"Performing meritorious deeds to increase immortality, meeting immortals to increase longevity, and turning corpses into immortals? Is this another Taoist term? I can barely understand it. What do the first two mean?"
Yang Prison had a headache.
Without a teacher or a guide, how easy is it to analyze things left thousands of years ago or even longer by yourself?
This is like a layman who was new to writing and writing in his previous life and wanted to analyze an ancient document written entirely in oracle bone inscriptions after reading a few books.
Even if you can understand it word for word, it is difficult to understand that these words had a unique and specific meaning in that era.
"This is not so much a treasure as it is a myth. However, if what Fatty Zhang said is true, then I should be missing something..."
After a long time, Yang Yu let go of the ghost-headed sword, but he had a guess in his mind:
"Maybe only by finding the things in the prison can this mystery be completely solved?"
Except for some terms that he couldn't understand, he had basically finished reading the Kuixing Ranking Chart.
This ancient Taoist text records the deeds of a god named Kuixing who killed demons and subdued all kinds of strange things.
Bizarre, strange and magical.
Yang Prison was a little helpless, but he was not discouraged.
How could he decipher something that the four generations of Weihe had not deciphered for more than a hundred years in just a few days?
The meat is in the pot, but are you afraid that you won’t be able to eat it in your mouth?
only……
"It's more reliable to collect all the recipes..."
Yang Yu swept through the many ingredients in the cauldron.
Counting the iron wrench he just got, there are only three pieces left before he can complete this recipe that also has the name of the Ten Capitals.
Nine cows and two tigers...
call!
Holding the sword in his hand and dancing slowly, Yang Yu gradually put aside his distracting thoughts and practiced the sword calmly and calmly.
Even though I have something on my mind, I still don't slack off as before.
…
Although he found someone to do the work for him, Yang Yu couldn't help but go to the prison early the next morning.
Unfortunately, I searched everywhere and found nothing.
I just found that there were more and more new faces in the prison.
After leaving the prison, Yang Prison was a little disappointed, but not too surprised. He went to the blacksmith shop on North Street instead.
In the blacksmith shop, which was filled with the smell of fireworks, a group of strong men, with their bare upper bodies, kept hammering on the red and hot iron stones.
"Brother Yang is here?"
The tall blacksmith shop owner came up to him with a smile, pointed to a few mabu bags in the corner, and said:
"Two hundred catties of iron beads, including pig iron, wrought iron, wrought iron, bronze, brass, red copper, etc., a total of twenty-eight kinds."
"It's worth the trouble."
Yang Yu cupped his hands to thank him and paid the money.
Limited by technology, making iron beads is much more troublesome than ordinary farm tools and swords, not to mention the many requirements.
This shopkeeper can be considered a kind person.
"You're welcome."
Weighing the money bag, the shopkeeper's smile became more intense:
"I wonder if I want anything else, brother? I think your waist knife seems to have a chip. Do you need to make one?"
"No need."
Yang Yu refused.
The armor of the yamen servants was one of the few good things that the yamen did not withhold.
Although this waist knife has some chipped edges, it is still better than the swords in the blacksmith shop.
After that, he picked up the two bags in the corner, turned around and left.
"This little brother is so strong."
There were new apprentices wiping their sweat and smacking their lips.
He had weighed the two bags before, and they probably weighed about three hundred kilograms, but they seemed to have no weight in Yang Yu's hands.
"Do your job!"
The shopkeeper glared at him, and just as he was about to go back to the house, several more heavily wrapped men walked in.
Snapped!
Without waiting for the shopkeeper to ask questions, a huge ingot of gold was slapped onto the table:
"I want as many swords as you have!"
"Big business!"
The shopkeeper murmured a little in his heart, but looking at the gold in front of him, his eyes lit up and he stepped forward with a smile.
…
When he returned home, Yang Yu rarely went to practice martial arts, but chatted with his mother-in-law.
Half a year later, the old woman also recovered and was no longer as gloomy as before. What just gave Yang Yu a headache.
She didn't know who she listened to, and actually had the idea of proposing a marriage for herself and starting a family.
"My mother-in-law is getting older, and you will eventually have a family. The girl in the house at the alley is pretty good. Although she is a little fatter, it is better to have children if she is fat, right?"
The old woman smiled and held Yang Yu's hand.
"This, it's better not to rush this, right?"
Yang Yu was a little confused. After a while, he couldn't stand his mother-in-law talking like this, so he could only find an excuse to go back to the room.
While practicing the method of swallowing qi, he swallowed various metal beads one by one, feeling the changes in the Cauldron of Gluttony.
As the amount of ingredients increased, the shortcoming of the Cauldron of Gluttony's slow energy storage was exposed.
Yang Yu had no choice but to taste various metals.
Pig iron, wrought iron, iron, bronze, brass, copper... After trying more than twenty kinds of metals in succession, Yang Yu discovered something that gave him a headache.
The most suitable ones are actually gold and silver.
"You are not the Cauldron of Gluttony, you are clearly a gold-swallowing beast..."
Yang Yu gritted his teeth.
He does have some money on hand, but not counting daily expenses, the gap in transfusion medicine is huge.
I really don’t have any spare money to feed the Cauldron of Gluttony.
Normally, he could have used other metals instead, but it would be a little slower, but now Black Mountain City is becoming increasingly unstable.
He also had to make preparations.
Ingredients must be refined, doesn’t the recipe require them?
The cold wind was blowing, dark clouds were covering the moon, and it was when everything was quiet that Yang Yu quietly went out and took advantage of the night to visit Liu's house.