Tips on blood exchange, knife skills, and many other things to be careful about.
"Others, you can slowly understand them."
The bamboo tube told Yang Yu everything he knew, and finally handed Yang Yu a medicinal bath prescription.
"This prescription contains a medicated bath formula for one to five blood transfusions. Please accept it."
Wei He sighed a little:
"As people get older, their eyesight is not good enough. I didn't realize that you are so talented. But before, it delayed you a lot..."
His mood is complicated.
He had never married or had any children in his life. In these years, he naturally had the intention to choose someone with similar qualifications to pass on his mantle.
At first, he was interested in Hu Wan.
After Yang Yu came to prominence, he thought about passing on the mantle to Yang Yu.
But he never expected that his disciple was incredibly talented. He had only been studying martial arts for two years, and he was no longer his opponent.
What else is this being passed on?
Give it away...
"What did you say? I owe this disciple today to the master's teachings."
Yang Yu took the prescription with both hands.
Martial arts does not determine strength based on the number of blood transfusions, but the number of blood transfusions determines the strength of the blood and the level of internal and external martial arts.
For example, Iron Crotch Kung Fu, which is classified as a subordinate martial art, has only nine levels. However, without three blood exchanges, even a genius would not be able to reach the seventh level, let alone achieve great success.
Even martial arts skills such as swords and swords that Yang Yu originally thought would not be restricted will be restricted by the blood exchange level at high levels.
Just like Yuchilong's mighty divine palm, the level of blood exchange is not enough, and it is impossible to exert its true power.
In a sense, this medicinal bath recipe is much more precious than martial arts.
Wei He gifted this recipe to himself, which was regarded as recognizing him as the successor of the mantle.
"You are extremely talented, but you should not underestimate the world's heroes."
Wei He said seriously:
"Although Liu Wenpeng is a strong man with the energy and blood of a tiger, his only medium-level martial art, the 'Four Elephant Arrows', is an archery technique used to defend enemies from outside. Once he gets close, his combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.
As for Yuchilong..."
Speaking of this, Wei He was also a little speechless.
At this point, he still couldn't figure out how Yang Yu could kill this master who practiced the Great Power God Palm.
His powerful divine palm may not be as sharp as the 'Four Elephant Arrows', but he himself does not have the same shortcomings as Liu Wenpeng, and he is even particularly good at close-quarters combat.
"I understand everything you said."
Seeing that Wei He was speechless, Yang Yu was speechless, but he nodded seriously.
In that battle, although he killed Liu Wenpeng and Yuchilong, the four elephant arrows and the mighty divine palm also posed a huge threat to him, especially the former.
If he hadn't seen Liu Wenpeng shooting an arrow before, he would have been cautious, fearing that he would be shot before he could get close.
In his own opinion, neither of them had reached the peak of their respective Zhongcheng martial arts.
If not, the battle would be ten times more dangerous.
"So, all you need to consider is this 'Tao Fruit'."
Wei He's expression became solemn:
"It's hot to the touch."
There are people in a branch of the Liansheng Sect stationed in Shunde who know about the 'Tao Fruit', so it is obvious that this is not a secret.
It's because I've lived in a small town for a long time and I don't have much information.
“Although it’s hot, the price is also high.”
Yang Yu weighed the purple gold gourd with a faint light in his eyes:
"Selling it at a good price shouldn't be a big problem."
Having lived in two lifetimes, he is no ordinary young man. Of course he knows how tempting the words "become an immortal" and "immortal" are.
And the higher the position, the more so.
It is just as grass in the eyes of beggars and peerless treasures in the eyes of emperors.
"Are you not greedy for such a treasure?"
Wei He's expression changed several times, and he looked at Yang Yu more seriously.
He has lived for more than seventy years and has read countless people.
But it was the first time that he had seen a young man who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, who could weigh the gains and losses to such an extent and not be greedy for treasures at all.
"It is better to scatter the sand that cannot be retained."
Yang Yu threw the gourd to Wei He and smiled carelessly:
"The price you can sell it for depends on how old you are!"
Now that the Cauldron of Gluttony has gathered its essence, he naturally doesn't want to keep such a useless and greedy thing in his hands.
Since it is useless, it is natural to find a good seller.
And in this world, is there any seller who can compare to the man behind Jinyiwei?
"Be careful!"
Wei He was startled when he saw Yang Yu throwing it casually, holding it in both hands with cold sweat on his face.
After carefully putting away the things, the old man wiped his cold sweat:
"If something goes wrong with this thing, we may be in serious trouble... Don't worry, I will sell it for you at a good price!"
"Of course I can rest assured that you are always doing things."
Yang Yu casually rummaged through the sundries, gold, silver, and belongings beside him and asked:
"How to deal with these things? It seems that several families in the inner city are coming to ask for them."
"Begging?"
Wei He sneered:
"They are hoarding people together and driving up the price of food and medicinal materials. When people come from Qingzhou, they will all have their homes ransacked and no one will survive!"
Yang Prison nodded.
The laws of the Ming Dynasty were strict, especially for unscrupulous officials and gentry.
"I have promised these things to several caravans to transport grain and medicinal materials to Shunde Prefecture and Qingzhou. The villagers have suffered too serious losses due to this rebellion..."
Wei He looked bad:
"But water from far away can't quench the thirst of near people. For the time being, these properties must be returned to these families in exchange for some food..."
Montenegro has tens of thousands of households and a population of 100,000, not counting other villages.
If Liansheng teaches you such a thing, you won't be able to regain your strength until ten years.
What is more urgent is now.
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, there is nothing to return to and nothing to eat. If no one takes care of it, something big will happen.
It was for this reason that he stood up and used Lei Ting's ruthless tactics.
But he didn't say anything about another deeper reason. He was anxious to deal with these things. What he was guarding against were people from Qingzhou...
"You just have to deal with it. If you need me to come forward, just let me know."
Yang Prison felt a headache after hearing this.
Last time, there were only 200 people in the village that kept them busy. There were more than 20,000 people in Black Mountain City. It would be really fatal for him to handle it.
"Let me go and appease you. More than half of the things here have been captured for you. If they are useful, feel free to take them."
Listening to the noise outside, Old Man Wei's face darkened, he patted his Feiyu clothes and stepped out.
"This flying fish suit is quite beautiful."
Taking a look at the dusty clothes, Yang Yu was envious, but he turned around and looked at the debris piled up in the lobby.
Things that can be received by Wei He in the lobby are naturally screened.
"This is really a big harvest..."
Yang Prison took a deep breath.
Although he felt the strange movement of the Cauldron of Gluttony as soon as he stepped into the lobby, his heartbeat could not help but accelerate at this moment.
This is a total of twenty-six ingredients!
"It turns out that it's not just martial arts that can be recognized as food by the Cauldron of Gluttony..."
Yang Yu shook his head, but he was not too surprised.
After all, calligraphy and painting itself are the items that are most likely to retain the spirit of the predecessors, and swords and the like are niche.
Among these twenty-six ingredients, only eleven are related to martial arts, and many of them are martial arts from several major martial arts schools in the inner city, such as Qi-Qi Technique and other inferior martial arts.
Not many are truly valuable.
The most precious ones are Guo Han's nine-section whip and Guan Taoist's iron sword. As for Yuchilong, he has nothing, and his palm skills have nothing left to express his spirit.
And when the people from Liansheng Cult came, they naturally brought many good things with them.
Except for the prescriptions of 'Yang Pill' and 'Yin Pill'.
"The recipe for refining the blood elixir is so precious, but the recipe is too disgusting..."
Yang Yu hesitated for a moment and then put the prescription away.
Although he won't take this disgusting pill, maybe it will be useful in the future?
Finally, Yang Yu picked up Liu Wenpeng's fine iron bow.
[Fine iron bow]
[Grade: Good (upper)]
[Quality: Excellent (Extreme)]
[Evaluation: Made of black iron and fine steel, with sophisticated arrows in hand, it can kill many enemies]
[You can get the "Four Elephant Arrows" in the middle-mounted archery by taking it]
[Note: Those who have achieved great success in the Four Elephant Arrows have a chance of realizing the superior swordsmanship ‘Four Elephant Arrows of God’s Will’]
[The Cauldron of Gluttony has insufficient energy storage and cannot be refined]
"Excellent martial arts, four arrows of God's will?"
Yang Yu's heart was filled with surprises.
In the mouth of the Wei River, there are only four levels of martial arts in the world. Needless to say, there are only three categories of top, middle and inferior martial arts that are truly suitable for blood-changing warriors.
The difference between these three types of martial arts lies in the threshold.
Only the accumulated blood energy and internal energy after three blood transfusions are enough to practice Zhongcheng martial arts.
As for superior martial arts, there seemed to be only a few schools in Qingzhou, either in the hands of the imperial court or in large sects that had been passed down for many years.
This Liu Wenpeng seems to have a different origin?
"Storage energy, energy storage..."
Putting aside his speculations, Yang Yu sat down cross-legged with a headache, swallowing iron broad beans while flipping through the books he had collected from everywhere.
Doubts flashed through my mind again.
There were no terms such as 'superior', 'medium' or 'inferior' in the previous Cauldron of Gluttony.
It seems that the words it displays are related to one's understanding of the world?
…
I didn't stay in the Yamen lobby for long.
After Wei He finished handling the trivial matters, Yang Yu stood up and said goodbye. When he went out, he did not forget to take Li Eryi with him to the outside of the city.
Huhu~
The shrill north wind carried pieces of paper money drifting.
At the mass graves outside the city, cries were everywhere, many government officials were sweating profusely, and even more people were carrying the corpses with grief on their faces.
"Six thousand four hundred and twenty three people..."
Li Eryi talked about the number of casualties that night with a look of dismay.
After that night, some people lost their parents, some lost their wives and children, and some even lost their entire families.
At this moment, there are more people queuing up at the mass graves in Xishan than at the soup kitchen in the inner city.
awful!
It's too awful!
Even though Yang Yu had seen a lot of dead people on the battlefield of Liuji Mountain, he still felt so sad in his heart that he couldn't bear to look at it anymore when he heard the roaring and lung-splitting bursts of cries.
This is a simple tomb, about 10 feet in circumference, with only a simple stone tablet.
Wang Wu, who lost an arm, had been standing here for an unknown length of time.
Yang Prison and the others did not dare to disturb them and watched from a distance.
"Grandma, the wind and sand have blinded my eyes."
One Arm rubbed his red eyes, Wang Wu looked at Yang Yu and said in a deep voice: