Chapter 75 Three thousand years ago...(first update)
The official road was particularly deserted in the cold wind.
In front of the simple mound, the old servant trembled and kowtowed, his eyes were red and his tears were almost dry.
"Master, please forgive me for not even daring to set up a tombstone for you..."
The old servant kowtowed heavily.
Hearing the sound coming from the carriage beside the road, his expression tightened and he turned around.
In the carriage, Liu Qingqing lay lifeless, his eyes lifeless and lifeless.
"Sir, go and kowtow to the master."
The old slave sighed:
"No matter what, the master never treated the young master badly during his lifetime. You are his only son. No matter what, you must give him a gift..."
He didn't blame Liu Qingqing for throwing away the old man's body, because he saw that Liu Qingqing had already collapsed and was almost crazy at that time. He didn't want to live anymore, so he didn't care about anything else.
"The only son..."
Liu Qingqing's eyes moved: "He also has a son."
"Liu Zuo? That's a beast! As soon as something happened to the master, he took his property and disappeared."
The old slave was shaking with anger.
Liu Wenpeng had a very high self-esteem, and he couldn't care less about the peasant girls in this small county town. He didn't want to touch them, let alone let them have children.
Liu Qingqing is his only son.
"Master, he has always loved you."
Seeing that Liu Qingqing was indifferent, the old slave knelt down and begged, his face full of pleading: "Sir, please send me off..."
Liu Qingqing closed her eyes in pain.
When the old slave sighed in disappointment and held up the horse's reins tremblingly, Liu Qingqing struggled to get up, staggered and almost fell.
"Master?"
The old slave's expression changed: "Then, did the old executioner break up your inner energy?!"
Liu Qingqing pushed away the old slave's supporting hand, staggered into the cold wind, knelt in front of the mound, and remained silent for a long time.
I don’t know how long it lasted.
“What’s the use of having thousands of miles of silver, hundreds of houses, and thousands of acres of fertile land?”
Liu Qingqing looked numb as she kowtowed nine times with tears in her eyes.
I just feel that everything in the world seems to be meaningless.
After bidding farewell to his father, he returned to the carriage. The old slave kowtowed three more times before leading the horse away.
After walking a few steps, he suddenly heard a rustling sound coming from the carriage. He felt a thump in his heart and turned around to look.
Seeing unkempt hair all over the floor, Liu Qingqing used her hand as a knife and pulled out her long hair.
The top of his head was dripping with blood, but a relieved smile appeared on his face.
"Master!"
…
Yang Yu had a long, sweet, and relaxing sleep.
As soon as he stretched slightly, there was a sound like exploding beans from everywhere in his body, and his body was so full of energy that it almost exploded.
"Although the magical power is good, people can't handle it..."
He took a few iron broad beans and swallowed them. Warden Yang took a long breath, but his whole body still hurt, as if he had been trampled by a herd of cattle.
There are no side effects from his magical powers, but compared to King Zhao of the West Prefecture, his body is really fragile, which makes him seem overwhelmed.
After swallowing a lot of iron broad beans, Yang Yu felt better.
"This gourd..."
Opening your palms, you can see that the purple gold gourd, which is the size of a child's fist, is already dim and dull.
Even though he fell asleep, Yang Yu did not let go of his hand. He held the knife tightly in his arms, and naturally no one could break his hand.
"Just for this gourd..."
Looking at this gourd that he didn't know what it was, Yang Yu's mind changed and he sensed the Cauldron of Gluttony.
Sure enough, the purple-gold light shone brightly in the Cauldron of Gluttony.
Many of the ingredients he collected were scattered in all directions by the impact of the light, and they all avoided it.
Only the ghost-headed broadsword and the purple gold gourd were tightly stuck together, circling around each other, and seemed to have some resonance.
"really."
Yang Yu's spirit was slightly shaken and he had entered the cauldron of gluttony.
The glimmer of the words on the tripod wall was covered by the powerful light, but it was still clearly visible.
Before he could take a closer look, Granny Yang, who heard the commotion, came into the house carrying food: "Xiao Jing, let's have something to eat."
The old woman was in very bad spirits and was obviously very frightened.
"Worrying you."
Yang Yu held the purple gourd and hurriedly stepped forward to take the meal.
Physical strength does not arise out of thin air. After fighting all night and not eating water or rice for two days, even if he ate some iron broad beans, he was still very hungry.
He wolfed down all the food, but he was still hungry.
"Eat slowly, don't choke."
The old woman hurriedly went to get another meal, and looked at Yang Yu with a distressed and worried look as he ate more than ten times the usual amount of food.
While eating, the old woman talked about what happened in the past few days.
On the day of the Liansheng Cult's rebellion, the city was in chaos, with burning, killing, and looting everywhere. Hu Wan and a group of butchers hugged each other to protect his wife, children, and children.
After one night, he was carried back by Hu Wan and had been sleeping for a day and a half.
"It's been a day and a half..."
Yang Prison was a little worried, so he ate hastily, then carried a bag of iron broad beans and chewed them on the way.
More than a day has passed, and there is still the smell of gunpowder smoke in the city. There are still fires that have not been extinguished in some places. The streets are miserable and every house has its doors closed.
But there was also unstoppable sobbing.
Yang Yu sighed silently.
His actions are not unpleasant, but sometimes his manpower is exhausted. He can kill the chief culprit to the limit, but he can't care about the whole city.
Sighing in his heart, the words in the Cauldron of Gluttony appeared in the corner of his eyes:
[Quixing Rank Chart]
[Level: Shidu (Extreme)]
[Quality: Extreme (Extreme)]
[Evaluation: A rare treasure created by heaven and earth, a collection of essences, a secret treasure inherited from Shinto.]
[You can get the ‘Top Star of the Ten Capital Ranks’ by taking it]
[Note: To refine this recipe, you need to surrender your heart, perform a ceremony, light up the life map, and refine the level in four steps. If you make the wrong mistake, you will be in great danger]
[The Cauldron of Gluttony has insufficient energy storage and cannot be refined]
"Rank, Kuixing, surrender his heart, hold a ceremony, light up the life chart, refine the rank..."
When he opened his eyes, Yang Yu felt a slight headache.
He knew all these words, but when combined together, it was a bit incomprehensible to him.
However, this also coincided with what he heard from the fat man at the Six Gate Stronghold before, something that Wang Wu thought did not exist.
Now it's in his hands.
"I have to find what Liansheng taught me."
After calming down, Yang Yu temporarily suppressed his thoughts.
After passing through a few streets, we saw a crowd gathering. A group of butchers headed by Hu Wan set up a porridge stall and gave porridge to the people affected by the disaster.
Zhu Shisan led a group of government officials to maintain order.
Seeing Yang Yu, Li Eryi appeared out of nowhere and talked about what happened after he fell asleep.
"Your master is really a character."
Li Eryi clicked his lips.
Although the rebellion of the Liansheng Cult was extinguished, there were still bandits escaping in the city, taking advantage of the fire and looting.
Plus there were fires and corpses everywhere.
Such a troublesome matter can be sorted out in just a day or two, which shows Wei He's methods.
Of course, there are also a lot of people in the middle.
The prison was burned down and there was a serious shortage of manpower. Wei He took decisive action and killed batch after batch of looters who took advantage of the fire.
The ruthless hand scared everyone.
"Where's the master?"
Yang Prison asked.
"It should be at the county government office."
Li Eryi replied: "He has been organizing government affairs at the county government these days, and he also collected the things I collected."
Yang Yu nodded and walked towards the county government office.
After a day or two, word spread about what happened that night. Everyone he met on the way to the county government stepped aside in awe to make way for him.
Many people knelt down and thanked him when they saw him.
Yang Yu had a slight headache and walked quickly into the Yamen lobby.
The originally empty lobby was now in a mess, almost full of all kinds of debris. Wei He sat cross-legged on the debris, looking at a yellowed ancient book with a solemn expression.
"Is that thing in your hand?"
Seeing Yang Yu come in, Wei He put down the scroll.
"Master, do you know what this is?"
Yang Yu hesitated for a moment, then opened his palm, revealing the dull purple gold gourd.
The Cauldron of Gluttony has absorbed its essence, and the gourd as a carrier is not of great significance to him.
"According to what this book says, this thing is called the Purple Gold Swallowing Evil Treasure Gourd..."
Wei He shook his head and handed the scroll to Yang Yu, hesitated to speak, and sighed:
"This thing is a bit hot..."
Yang Yu frowned and took the yellowed ancient scroll.
After a brief glance, he realized that this thing was much hotter than he thought.
"Three thousand years ago, Emperor Qin conquered Liuhe and unified the world. He searched all over the world to find the trace of the fairy. Although he failed the most, in a sense, he succeeded..."
Wei He slowly told:
"Later generations call this thing 'Tao Fruit', 'The Foundation of Immortality', 'Meritors', 'Tao Fruit' and 'Rank'... According to legend, it contains the path to immortality and the method of becoming an immortal."
In the past two days, he collected all the things left by Liu Wenpeng and the Liansheng Cult, and compared them with the Jin Yiwei's secret reports, and saw many things that were a bit unbelievable even to him.
At this time, I was also doubtful.
"It's Emperor Qin again..."
Looking at the records in the book, Yang Yu felt as if he were reading a complete collection of myths.
This ancient scroll, which is very thoughtful, records all kinds of bizarre things, and the most important thing among them is the gods.
And these ‘Tao fruits’ are evidence of the existence of gods.
If other people read it, the things in this book are simply false.
But Yang Yu held the Dao Fruit, and many things in this book could explain some terms in the Cauldron of Gluttony, so he had no choice but to believe it.
For example, what is said in the book.
If a person wants to become a god, he needs to find the Taoist Fruit, and it is said that he also has to go through some processes, and this process is the same as the four steps of surrendering one's heart on the Cauldron of Gluttony, performing rituals, lighting up the life map, and refining the rank.
Coincidentally!
"According to what this book says, Emperor Qin called eight hundred alchemists into the palace, and later killed them all in order to preserve the secret. However, one of the alchemists escaped, which eventually became one of the reasons for the downfall of the Qin Dynasty."
Wei He's expression became more and more serious:
"I didn't want to believe this at first, but one of the people mentioned in it made me have to believe it..."
Raising his head, Yang Yu's eyes flashed:
"Lu Chen?"
"good!"
Wei He nodded:
"According to Jin Yiwei's information, this Lu Chen should be the first Martial Saint, and can even be said to be the only Martial Saint!"
Thirteen blood exchanges, five levels of foundation building.
After thirteen blood exchanges and passing through the five levels of Ox, Tiger, Elephant, Dragon and Furnace, the warrior's Qi and blood can reach the heaven and earth. At this point, he will be a Martial Saint.
But in fact, after Lu Chen, there was no second Martial Saint for nearly three thousand years.
It wasn't until four hundred years ago that the second Martial Saint appeared.
In just four hundred years, Martial Saints appeared one after another, and now, there are already twelve Martial Saints in this world.
"Martial Saint..."
Yang Yu's eyes narrowed.
He remembered that during the Liuji Mountain battlefield, Zhang Xuanba seemed to have said that he and Li Yuan were both martial saints.
"This book says that the reason why future generations of warriors cannot become martial saints is because heaven and earth do not allow it..."
Wei He paused slightly:
"And according to what this book says, Martial Saint is also called..."
"call!"
Yang Yu closed the ancient scroll and slowly exhaled a breath: