The night is dark, the moon is pale, and the cold wind is high.
On the wasteland, Zhao Qi and others fought back retching to clean up the battlefield.
After getting along with each other these days, he has seen that this Mr. Yang is not only ruthless in his methods, but also stingy. Not only must everything on the battlefield be restrained.
Moreover, he is not willing to pluck out the hair of a dead person in his eyes.
For example, the third-generation master of the Iron Sword Sect who was starving in the prison car with his chest pressed against his back, or Yuan San who had previously thought about escaping.
He can see clearly.
Mr. Yang doesn't kill prisoners, but he really doesn't care about their lives.
Comparing this man's attitude towards the homeless people on the road, he couldn't help but feel a little sour in his heart. Are the prisoners on death row not human beings?
"awful…"
Cleaning up the battlefield, even if it was a group of people, it was also a murderer who was carrying human lives. He couldn't help but feel scared and his heart beat.
"How much strength this takes..."
Jiang Du made a mental gesture and suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
All the prisoners tidied up the battlefield obediently, and some were unwilling to do so, but looking at the carriage beside the campfire and the big bow, their hearts trembled.
call!
Suddenly, the prisoner's eyes blurred and he couldn't help but rub his eyes.
"What?"
The other prisoner suddenly frowned, his face full of impatience.
"He, his eyes, shine, shine..."
The prisoner staggered back, horrified.
At that moment, he clearly saw two lights shining in the carriage, those were eyes...
The man didn't rest at all, but kept staring at them.
call!
Seeing night as day?
The inner energy traveled from the Niwan to his eyes, and Yang Yu couldn't help but open his eyes. He felt that the carriage was bright, and the plains in the night were clearly visible.
My heart couldn't help but tremble, my inner energy dispersed, and the darkness returned.
"When the blood is like a mud ball, the five senses are clear, and when it enters the eyes, the night is seen as day?"
Yang Yu looked shocked.
After experiencing many things, especially Wei He and Wang Wu's continuous teachings, he no longer knew anything about martial arts.
The five levels of foundation building, Ox, Tiger, Elephant, Dragon, and Furnace, require a total of thirteen exchanges.
In addition to the fact that this blood transfusion will cause the Dantian to generate internal energy, each of the subsequent twelve blood transfusions can select one of the organs in the body to be strengthened.
But that's just strengthening it.
Seeing the night as if it were day, even if it can only be done when the inner energy is activated, is already an extremely incredible thing.
"The grade of this old mother's Qilu must be extremely high. Could it be that she has a medium-level martial arts? But that's not right. To get started with medium-level martial arts, you need to change your blood three times or more..."
Yang Yu's heart was filled with mixed feelings of sadness and joy.
First he looks at his own body, and then sees the night as day. If he can no longer see the specialness of this method of subduing qi, he would be too slow.
It's just that this method of subduing qi is different from ordinary people. It's gratifying. With the blessing of eyes, ears, mouth, nose and body, his five senses will definitely surpass the scope of ordinary people.
But the origin of this method of persuading qi.
"Who is the old woman who raises pigs?"
Taking a deep breath, suppressing the worries in his heart, Yang Yu activated his inner energy, his eyes lit up, and he felt that the world was bright.
Wherever there is a glimmer of light, he can see it like daylight.
For the marksman, this is a huge advantage beyond imagination!
After trying for a long time, Yang Yu finally calmed down and counted the trophies sent by Zhao Qi and others.
There are more than a hundred people in this group of bandits, and there are more than 200 taels of broken silver alone. The sum of the banknotes carried by the several leaders is not much less than that of the Iron Sword Gate.
There are even one or two ingredients.
"There are no corpses in building bridges and roads, and gold belts are used to kill people and set fires... In this kind of world, if I had the slightest mercy, I might have died long ago."
Looking at Yin Huo in front of him, Yang Yu was stunned.
From Montenegro to Pingyang, from here to there, the scenery may change, the prosperity may be different, but what remains the same is that the weak are exposed in the wilderness, while the strong have bags full of gold and silver.
The Hundred-Man Village is already like this, so what should Changliu Mountain look like, which is said to bring together the strong men of Qingzhou Green Forest Road for a reunion?
"Changliu Mountain..."
Muttering to himself, Yang Yu felt urgent in his heart, closed his eyes, and entered the Cauldron of Gluttony again.
Hold the fine iron bow.
not enough,
Far from enough.
…
…
Traveling is difficult.
Traveling is difficult.
Qingzhou has six prefectures and nearly a hundred county towns, but in such a large territory, it becomes even more vast and sparsely populated.
Especially in the middle of winter, there are few merchants and there are not many people on the road.
The bandits and horse thieves who came to harass us from time to time made the journey more and more difficult.
Even though most of the prisoners on death row have had their blood exchanged, their muscles and bones are strong.
But after traveling for several months, both Zhao Qi and Jiang, who were driving horses and chariots, were also tired from the journey and could not hide their tiredness.
Looking at Yang Yu, who is still energetic and even more energetic, the prisoners no longer have the slightest intention of escaping.
The three people from Tiejianmen in the prison car had not spoken a word for more than a month. If they had not continued to eat and drink every day, everyone would have thought they were dead.
At the same time, I couldn't help but marvel, these warriors with blood as strong as an ox, not to mention other things, their vitality alone was indeed far beyond them.
"Heishan, Pingyang, Yuangu, Fengying, Pingcheng... After passing through these seven counties, you have already exceeded the boundaries of Shunde Prefecture. After that, it depends on which way you want to go."
The middle-aged scribe trotted after the carriage and answered in awe.
His name is 'Lan Wenyu', a native of Mingde Mansion in Qingzhou. He was once a scholar, but he didn't have the opportunity and had to join the bandits.
Because he knew a lot about various places in Qingzhou, he was often pulled in by Yang Prison for questioning.
At first, he was still reluctant, until Prisoner Yang killed off the bandits who came one after another to kill them one by one, and added a few more prison cars.
He finally gave in.
"tell me the story."
Yang Yu opened the car curtain and looked into the distance.
Faintly, we can see the continuous mountains, but this is a big mountain. The snow line on the top of the mountain is connected in a straight line, as if a god has split the sky.
He knows how difficult it is to make a journey.
The bitter cold land of Qingzhou is far from prosperous. Not to mention official roads, even in many counties there are few floor tiles and stone slabs. This road is more than just a wrong road?
He had just walked through six counties, and the horseshoes on the horse pulling his cart had already been replaced with a pair of shoes.
"The mountain in front is called 'Nanshan' and the locals call it 'Chaotic Mountain'. This has two meanings. One is that the mountain is full of forests and chaos, and the other is that most of it is green forest. Ahem, there are many bandits entrenched there.
…”
Lan Wenyu gasped slightly.
His martial arts were already ordinary, but his inner energy was dispersed, and his face turned a little red.
"Through this mountain, you can go directly to Delin Mansion, which is only eight or nine hundred miles away from Qingzhou. But if you go around this mountain, you have to pass through the three mansions of 'Mulin', 'Dingyang' and 'Delin'.
It will take another two or three months to go..."
"Nanshan..."
Looking at the outline of the mountains, Yang Yu's eyes were focused.
He knows the map by heart, and he naturally knows about Nanshan. In previous years, Black Mountain City often chose detours when escorting prisoners.
Therefore, even if you dare not stop along the way, it will take nearly a year to go back and forth.
And what made him ponder was...
According to some information he got from the six-door strongholds in various counties along the way, it was very likely that the old man of his family was chased into this mountain by bandits.
Seeing that Yang Yu was silent, Lan Wenyu gritted her teeth slightly:
"...Master Yang, to be honest, I know a few of the villages in this mountain... If you are willing, I can lead the way."
"It seems you still don't give up."
After coming back to his senses, Yang Yu glanced at several prison cars with a sneer. The bandit leaders he captured all looked away.
"It's unjust."
Lan Yushu's heart thumped as he defended himself again and again.
Yang Yu was too lazy to pay attention and ordered Zhao Qi to drive towards Nanshan. The latter looked hesitant but did not dare to say anything. He waved his long whip in the air and drove forward.
Crossing the three prefectures, the size of the Nanshan Mountain is not just talk. Not only does it cross from north to south, but it only crosses from east to west, it is hundreds of miles wide. Even if the mountain road is clear, it will take two or three days to walk.
There are so many peaks and cliffs that they are countless, and there is no map at all.
The six gates had the best information in the world, but they were not as detailed as this. He only knew that his old man might be somewhere in the mountains.
"so close……"
Lan Yushu slowed down his pace, panting heavily, but felt relieved.
Changliu Mountain has repelled Qingzhou's sieges several times and has a great reputation. Most of the villagers are interested in joining the gang, but some of them don't care at all.
There is such a village in Nanshan called Dulong Village.
Dare to disdain to stay in Dulong Village for a long time, naturally not only because of the dangerous road in Nanshan, which is easy to defend but difficult to attack, but also because of their tyrannical strength.
The first one to defeat the government encirclement and suppression was not Changliu Mountain!
…
"Poison Dragon Village?"
Looking through the information obtained from several strongholds in the six gates, Yang Yu frowned and had a slight headache.
He really couldn't understand how the Ming Dynasty's military frontier was so strong, the martial arts was so fierce, and the Qingzhou soldiers, the most powerful army in the world, could be so corrupted.
That’s it for Black Mountain City.
This is the junction of the three prefectures in Nanshan, and there seems to be a silver iron mine. It is even said that there is a rare black iron mine.
How could such a place be taken over by bandits?
Involuntarily, he thought of Daming Pills again.
"Could it be that in the battle of Liujishan, the Ming armies suffered such heavy losses that it would take fifty years to make up for it?"
Having been to the Liujishan battlefield more than ten times, Yang Yu was in awe of the strength of the Ming Dynasty's troops.
But because of this, he really couldn't understand how a place where tigers were entrenched could be infested with snakes and rats...
"The information from the Six Gates is still too obscure, or my position is not enough to get more. But Nanshan, I'm afraid it's not that simple."
Wiping the cross section of the butcher's knife, Yang Yu's eyes were cold.
Along the way, he not only obtained information from the Six Gates stronghold, but also extracted all the pills promised by the Six Gates of Qingzhou.
Whether it is blood exchange or internal energy, external or internal training, or technical martial arts, great progress has been made.
The refining of the fine iron bow has also come to an end.
He has completely mastered Liu Wenpeng's "Four Symbols of Arrow" Zhongcheng martial arts, and even, with the blessing of superhuman five senses, his archery skills have surpassed Liu Wenpeng's.
"Xu~"
While Yang Yun was making calculations in his mind, the carriage slowly stopped.
The car curtain opens.
The long-lost buzz of popularity has begun.
A small town appeared in the distance, quite lively.