Chapter 79: Isn’t Jianghu a place of fighting and killing?
"Master Xu..."
The knight shook his head slightly: "This old man has a bad temper, we'd better not deal with him."
"Temple, place, army, Jianghu. This old man has hurt the interests of too many people. It's okay to be in a temple. Let's put it in a place, hahaha..."
Yuan Jingying slightly squinted her eyes:
"Our opponent is still that crazy woman from Jinyiwei... It's getting late, let's talk about it later when we enter the city."
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"Wearing armor and marching in an orderly manner. Are those people from the military?! Are they here because of the rebellion of the Lisheng Cult? Or..."
In the carriage, Yang Yu was still guessing about the identity of the group of people.
With a startled glance, he felt quite a threat. The knight leading him was probably much more skilled in martial arts than Yu Chilong.
The latter never made him feel such a strong threat even when he struck a decisive blow.
"Master Yang..."
Outside the carriage, a begging voice came: "Can you be kind and walk faster? Otherwise, we will have to sleep in the wilderness..."
In the snow, several thieves and prisoners wearing only single clothes complained incessantly.
After the warriors exchanged blood, they were able to withstand the cold and heat to a certain extent, but their inner energy was dispersed and their bones were penetrated.
It's better during the day, but if I sleep outdoors at night, I'm afraid I'll freeze to death.
"Yes, Master Yang. Just lie down and we will lead the horse for you and we will never let you get tired at all."
The sun was setting in the west, and several prisoners felt the chill.
Guan Shanshui just snorted and closed his eyes.
Although he is not proficient in horizontal martial arts, after five blood exchanges, he can't raise his inner energy and is not afraid of the coldness.
"What? You still want to stay in an inn or restaurant?"
Opening the curtain, Yang Yu sneered.
The rebellion of the Liansheng Cult lasted all night, with fighting everywhere. They could commit numerous murders without being killed. Naturally, these criminals were not economical lamps.
Everyone had their blood changed, and the two drivers had their blood changed even more.
"Even if it's a ruined temple, it will work."
Jiang Du and Zhao Jiu, who were driving the carriage, also begged: "To be honest with you, sir, we still have some treasures outside the city. I would like to give them all to you..."
"Yes, we also have a manor, and we are willing to offer it with both hands."
The other prisoners also begged.
They were really scared.
This 'Yang Beheading' was so evil that he killed a lot of people in one night, and some of them had seen it.
I was afraid that he would freeze to death in the wild.
"Are you bribing me?"
Yang Prison pinched his chin, a little playfully:
"The laws of the Ming Dynasty are strict. Accepting sixty taels of bribes is enough to kill you. You have already reached this point, and you still want to drag me into this?"
"How dare you frame your Excellency? I really can't stand it."
Several prisoners cried out loudly.
"We must stop before it gets dark."
Yang Yu glanced at Guan Shanshui lightly and lowered the curtain.
It's not that he pities these scum, it's just that he doesn't like sleeping in the wilderness.
After receiving the permission, the prisoners immediately cheered up. The two people in front of the car accelerated their horses, and the prisoners behind did not dare to fall behind even half a step.
Through the car curtains blown up by the wind, they could vaguely see the exaggeratedly large fine steel bow.
Yang Yu left Heishan with only a bow, twelve arrows, half a butcher's knife, a few gold and silver bills, and a few taels of broken silver.
The rest are some dry food and medicinal materials. Of course, the largest quantity is all kinds of 'iron broad beans'.
It was not like he did nothing in the days before leaving Montenegro.
He will take no less than he deserves.
call!
Swallowing a handful of iron broad beans, Yang Yu closed his eyes and urged his inner energy to circulate throughout his body, pushing forward the progress of the Iron Crotch Kung Fu bit by bit.
The formation of ribs and ribs not only brings transformation to the body, but also brings huge oppression.
However, it was precisely this pressure that made his external martial arts progress much faster than before.
Buzz~
Doing two things at once, his inner energy wandered around, and Yang Yu also entered the Cauldron of Gluttony.
More than 30 pieces of various types of ingredients were thrown around by the impact of the purple-gold light. Yang Yu stretched out his hand and held the purple-gold evil-swallowing treasure gourd in his hand.
These days, he plays with this gourd for a long time almost every day, trying to get something from it.
It's a pity that although this gourd is called the 'Tao Fruit' by the madmen of the Liansheng Cult, its inside and outside are completely blank, with nothing left by its predecessors at all.
There is not even the slightest trace of artificial carving.
It’s just like what the rumors say about ‘the gathering of heaven and earth’ and ‘not the polishing of acquired nature’.
"There is a treasure mountain in the sky, but it is blocked from the door."
After looking over and over for a long time, Yang Yu sighed and let go of the treasure gourd.
Then he looked at another recipe.
Nine bulls and two tigers in refining.
"According to those books, the so-called magical power is the power that can be obtained after refining the 'Tao Fruit' and achieving the 'Rank'...
This King Zhao of Xifu also possesses a Dao Fruit?"
Yang Prison guessed.
After obtaining the divine seed Nine Cows and Two Tigers, the recipe has not disappeared, or in other words, once the recipe is obtained, it will not disappear.
"I still have three chances to enter Liuji Mountain... Once it is exhausted, I need to refill eleven more ingredients before I can open it again."
Yang Prison murmured in his heart, a little eager to try.
What level would I be in that war now?
Can I fight against the King of Zhao of the West Prefecture?
After glancing at dozens of ingredients, Yang Yun decided that just one ingredient would be wasted.
Buzz~
Following his thoughts, Jiu Niu Er Hu's recipes shone brightly, and in the blink of an eye, Yang Prison entered the familiar battlefield of Liuji Mountain.
The setting sun is like blood, and the flags are hunting.
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Whoosh!
In the cold wind, the carriage was speeding along the uneven official road.
The prisoners were trampling on the snow, sweating profusely and breathing heavily. Seeing the dark sky, they all felt anxious.
Suddenly, a person seemed to see something:
"Firelight, there is firelight there!"
It was already dark now, and although the firelight was weak, it was very conspicuous, and everyone was excited.
"call!"
In the carriage, Yang Yu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
This time, he was not as lucky as before. He entered the death camp directly. As soon as the horn sounded, thousands of troops came rushing over and trampled on him.
After a wave of fire, people died much faster than last time, and there was no trace of King Zhao of Xifu.
"Firelight?"
Hearing the noise outside, Yang Yu opened the car curtain and took a look, frowned slightly and stopped everyone:
"Stop!"
"叏lvlv~"
Jiang Du and Zhao Jiu, who were driving the carriage, did not dare to neglect and hurriedly stopped the horses.
"Master Yang?"
All the prisoners looked at him eagerly.
"Rest right here and leave early tomorrow morning."
Ignoring the pleas of all the prisoners, Yang Prison casually tied the horse to a tree beside the road, swept out a snow-free open space with a flick of his sleeves, and sat down cross-legged.
Everyone was dissatisfied, but they didn't dare to object. They could only pick up some dry firewood and start a fire.
Night God, the cold is getting heavier.
All the prisoners' faces were ashen and they had to hug each other close to the fire. Although they felt better, they couldn't even think about sleeping.
"Yang prison..."
Guan Shanshui's eyelids were twitching wildly as he was locked in the prison car and allowed to be beaten by the cold wind.
With his physique, a cold storm blowing all night might not cause any trouble, but it was by no means an easy thing to endure.
"Zhao Jiu, share the dry food."
Yang Yu gave an order.
"Okay, Master Yang."
Zhao Jiu hurriedly agreed and took out a dozen dry biscuits from the carriage, hesitated for a moment, and then put back two more.
First, he flattered Yang Yu and gave him two, one for himself and Jiang, and one for each of the other prisoners.
Although the prisoners were dissatisfied, they did not dare to say anything.
As for Guan Shanshui, who was messy in the cold wind, everyone tacitly forgot about him.
"call!"
Guan Shanshui gritted his teeth in hatred, took a deep breath of cold wind, and closed his eyes.
What if I don’t eat a meal?
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crackle~
Wet wood exploded in the fire.
Under the flickering firelight, the faces of everyone in the Iron Sword Sect were quite ugly.
"It shouldn't be..."
The bandit with a mustache fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment, his expression dull and dull.
"B*tch, is this the only way you said you must go?"
A young man held a sword and glared with a bad tone.
"Yongyan, keep silent!"
The old man with a black beard and white hair and bright eyes shouted in a deep voice:
"If you go to Qingzhou, instead of taking this road, you have to take the January Mountain Road! Just wait patiently. I believe this friend will not want to play tricks on me!"
"That's what my uncle said."
Shi Yongyan was as silent as a cicada.
This old man's name is Yan Jinglue, he is nearly ninety years old, and he is the person with the highest seniority and the highest martial arts in their Iron Sword Sect.
Fifty years ago, he participated in the battle of Liujishan and was a well-known figure in Shunde Mansion. Even the master of the first manor had to give him three cents of face.
"Have all the people in the door been scattered?"
Yan Jinglue asked in a deep voice.
"My great-uncle has dispersed to various places, and the mountain gate has also been set on fire..."
The man who replied was dissatisfied:
"After a fire, our Iron Sword Sect disappeared within the boundaries of Shunde Prefecture..."
"If people are there, they will be there. If you don't take the initiative to abandon the mountain, wait for the six gates, and the Jin Yiwei will find them at the gate, but they won't be able to leave even if they want to."
Yan Jinglue sighed:
"You guys, you take the imperial court too lightly..."
"Uncle Master, look, is there a fire there?"
Shi Yongyan turned his head inadvertently and saw fire lighting up in the distance.
After being reminded by him, everyone else also saw the fire and their spirits were trembled.
"good."
Yan Jinglue frowned slightly.
His eyes suddenly brightened in the night, and after a moment, he stood up:
"The mountains and rivers are there, let's go."
"yes!"
Everyone in the Iron Sword Sect stood up one after another.
Shi Yongyan glanced at the mustache sitting on the ground and frowned slightly: "This person?"
"They're just bandits, they can be killed."
Yan Jingluo didn't even look at it. He flicked his finger and a ball of energy was shot out. The mustache's expression changed drastically, but before he could react, he was beaten to death.
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Under the firelight, Yang Yu swallowed the iron broad beans one after another. Threads of heat spread from his organs to his whole body, warming several arrow wounds.
In the numbness, he flicked the butcher knife, and the buzzing sound came very far in the night:
"Since you're here, why don't you show up?"
"who?!"
All the prisoners were shocked. As they looked left and right, they heard bursts of heroic laughter like a yellow bell:
"Hahaha! You are indeed the 'Yang Beheading' who has become famous recently. Knowing that I was coming, you not only did not run away, but also dared to sit back and wait. I have to admire you!"
"Uncle Yan!"
In the prison car, Guan Shanshui looked excited, and the shackles on his body were clattering.
"I heard that there was a sudden fire at Iron Sword Gate, and people went to Shankong a few days ago. Master Wei's guess is right, you are indeed planning to rob the prisoner."
Yang Yu's eyes narrowed and he looked at the old man who looked like a lion:
"But I didn't expect that you would come in person."
The person who witnessed the battle at Liujishan was famous fifty years ago, and he had naturally heard of Yan Jinglue's name.
However, he disappeared twenty years ago. It was suspected that his vitality and blood had plummeted, and he hid in fear of his enemies seeking revenge.
But he didn't expect that this old guy would come to rob the prisoner himself.
"Since you know who I am, you will save me a lot of trouble."
Ten feet away, Yan Jing held his sword slightly and stopped moving forward, saying calmly:
"Little friend Yang, for my sake, how about letting my nephew live? If you are willing to give up some face, the Iron Sword Sect will definitely accept your friendship."
"Thin noodles? No, no, no..."
Yang Yu gently wiped the blade with a sneer on his lips:
"In Yang's opinion, you are as shameless as the city wall!"