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Chapter 12 Falling off a cliff and not dying?

Chapter 12 Falling off a cliff and not dying?

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"Medicated bath?"

At the corner of the alley, smelling the faint scent of medicine, the tall and thin man in white frowned:
"Wei He really likes this kid?"

After hesitating for a while, he turned and left.

He was very fast, avoiding pedestrians, passed through a few alleys, turned a corner, and entered the backyard of a large mansion with three entrances.

"How did you come?"

In the courtyard, an old man on crutches who was watering the flowers frowned.

"Yang Baotian!"

The tall, thin man in white glanced at him coldly: "This matter is a mess, and when the deputy helmsman comes back, think about how to explain it."

"Broken?"

Yang Baotian slammed his cane hard, half-believing: "With your means, can't you kill this brat? The outer city is in such chaos now, is there no chance?"

"He moved into the inner city, not far from the alley where Weihe is."

The tall and thin man had no expression on his face, he didn't say anything about the medicated bath, but said:
"Wei He is a ruthless character, I don't want to risk my life with such a brat."

"This matter has a lot to do with it. If you don't care about it, if I can't explain it to the deputy helmsman, can you explain it?"

Yang Baotian became a little irritable, and regretted contacting Lianshengjiao.

In this year, the advantages are not much, but the price is not less.

"That's your business, it has nothing to do with me." The tall and thin man said casually, and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute!"

Yang Baotian called the man in white: "This brat can't move for the time being, so forget it. There are vacancies for jailers in Heishan City, but there are still some."

The tall and thin man frowned when he heard the words: "You guys have negotiated a good goal. If you do this, aren't you afraid that they will settle accounts after the fall?"

"Hehe~"

The crutches leaned heavily on the ground, Yang Baotian sneered again and again:

"Everyone cleans the snow in front of the door. If you can't get through this, how can there be a future? The old man can't care so much?"

"It's okay if you want me to help."

The thin and tall man didn't bother to ask, so he raised his index finger: "Give me another 100 taels, I want it now, no cash, just a bank note!"

"100 taels..."

Yang Baotian twitched, but still gritted his teeth and agreed:
"it is good!"

……

"That's okay too?!"

Yang Ju was both surprised and delighted.

He knew very early on that before the 'Gluttony Cauldron' turned completely black again, he would have no way to absorb the second 'ingredient'.

Although he ate a lot of 'pebbles' in the past few days, refining and refining also required consumption, so he barely maintained a balance.

The appearance of the blood exchange progress bar is naturally a surprise.

This also shows that with the help of the 'Cauldron of Gluttony', he easily crossed the threshold that Hu Wan hadn't crossed for several months.

The existence of the progress bar will not speed up his blood exchange process, but with the progress bar, he can grasp his own progress.

more reasonable arrangements.

What surprised him was the words 'one blood exchange' before the progress bar.

Once, twice, three times...

"How much medicinal material does this cost..."

Yang Ju murmured, feeling a little tingly in his heart.

According to his estimation, even if it is successful once, it will cost more than 200 taels of silver. If it fails once, the medicinal materials consumed for the second time will be several times higher.

And this is just a blood exchange...

"Money, money..."

Yang Jue sighed, raised the broken knife, and began to practice.

After practicing day and night, he has already mastered the sword technique very deeply. Although the progress becomes slower and slower, it is gradually coming to an end.

The refining of the broken knife is about to be completed.

……

"call!"

He exhaled heavily, stepped out of the turbid and cold medicinal liquid, stretched his body casually, and felt abundant energy.

"It seems to be easier and faster than what old man Wei said..."

Yang Qiu half-closed his eyes and thought.

Theoretically speaking, blood exchange is naturally faster as the body becomes stronger. For example, Hu Wan seems to have learned some hard skills from outsiders to speed up the process of blood exchange.

But according to what Old Man Wei said, even so, every time Hu Wan soaked in the medicinal bath, he would wait two or three days. For normal people, once every ten days is normal.

But Yang Ju didn't feel tired or sleepy, and even this feeling was very good, which made him a little intoxicated.

It's just that there is no rejection in the body, and after soaking overnight, the skin really can't bear it.

This is the natural reaction of the human body, and it will be fine after a while.

"Does this mean that I can complete the 'exchange' faster than Hu Wan?"

Yang prison thought in his heart.

"Wipe yourself."

At this time, the old woman who had been watching worriedly all night came over with a distressed face and wrapped the sheet around Yang Qian's body.

"Grandma, are you still up?"

Yang Ju came back to his senses.

"I'm getting old, and if I change places, I won't be able to sleep very much. In the morning, the dental staff sent the house deed, and I put it away..."

The old woman brought cornbread and porridge from the house, handed it to Yang Qiu, and told him a news that made him terrified:

"Just now when I went out, I saw a group of people walking towards the outer city. I heard that there might not be a real plague. If we hadn't come out early, we would have been blocked in that alley..."

"So soon?"

Yang Jue felt a 'thump' in his heart, feeling a little scared.

In Heishan City, or the whole of Ming Dynasty, the methods to deal with the plague were very simple and rude. Most of them separated an area and drove all the people who might be infected with the plague into it.

Hearing what Zhu Shisan said yesterday, he was a little worried that he would be blocked in the outer city, but he didn't expect that the government would start taking action today.

Or is it more serious than imagined?

"The inner city is fine. These days, I dare not go to the outer city."

Seeing Yang Jue gnawing on his hair in a daze, the old lady went back to the house after a few words of advice. She didn't sleep all night, she was a little tired.

With the outer city in such a mess, she could only delay the old man's funeral.

"Could this plague be related to the Liansheng Sect?"

Yang prison pondered.

Yesterday, Wang Fobao wanted to move into the inner city by himself, probably not without reason.

"It's time to speed up..."

There is urgency in Yang prison's heart.

Black Mountain City seems to be gradually becoming dangerous. If there is no self-protection power, once the danger comes, the only way to go is to pray.

In the next few days, apart from going out to buy some necessary things, Yang Prison hardly ever left home. During the day, he would spend the day sharpening and practicing knives in the yard, exercising his body.

With the medicated bath time after time, his body, which was not considered thin, became stronger.

At night, don't delay at all, soak in the medicinal bath, and refine the broken knife.

wow~
The scalding hot water was poured into the big vat, and the steam evaporated, and Yang Ju's body already had smooth lines.

"After soaking this time, the medicinal materials will be gone..."

Swallowing the prepared stones, Yang Qian stepped into the water tank, covered his neck, and closed his eyes slightly.

Already entered the 'Ding of Gluttony'.

Without any pause, he raised the broken knife and started chopping. Not long after, the progress bar on the tripod wall jumped again.

The refining of the broken knife has reached perfection.

hum~
Like a bronze bell in a temple being struck heavily.

Yang Ju was agitated, in front of his eyes, there seemed to be multiple lights and shadows flickering, and images like revolving lanterns flowed through his mind.

"That is……"

In a trance, Yang Qiu seemed to have had a dream.

A truly lucid, but intermittently chaotic dream.

In his dream, he saw a taciturn young man who inherited his father's job as a jailer.

He has no other hobbies, but only likes to wield knives and guns. Unfortunately, his family is poor and no one can teach him martial arts.

After several turnovers, I only learned a few superficial skills.

But he practiced day and night, and after a long time, he also practiced some tricks.

Relying on this sword skill, he became a jailer and married a widow in the alley.

Live my own life diligently, poor but peaceful, but sometimes I can't help but regret that I don't have children.

But it's just a pity, until that day.

He saw a beggar outside the city. The beggar was thirteen or fourteen years old, thin and small. He wanted to enter the city, but was beaten out by Mending.

A touch of pity rose in his heart, and somehow he took him down.

They took him into the city, washed him, watched him eat, and even begged the king to take him into the yamen as a yamen servant at the expense of his old face.

It's not bad to have a son.

He thought in his heart, after this trip to escort the prisoner, he resigned from this job, for a good job for this child...

Let him study, let him practice martial arts, let him marry a wife and have children, let him...

everything is fine,
Just don't look like yourself...

The moment he fell off the cliff, his heart was full of disappointment and reluctance.

……

The chaotic memories flow like a revolving lantern, and soon, it is a person's life.

Finally, the picture freezes.

It was a gloomy and dark cave, with only a faint fire flickering. In front of the fire, an old man with disheveled hair was squatting beside a dead bone.

Holding a yellowed booklet in his hand, he read, chanted, and gestured page by page.

"That's the old man?!"

Yang Ju was startled, and wanted to take a closer look, but the picture in front of him suddenly shattered.

At the same time, the progress bar of "Broken Knife" on the cauldron wall also disappeared at the same time.

Yang Ju was a little dazed, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.

"Old man, he fell off the cliff and didn't die. It seems, it seems that he had an adventure?"

(End of this chapter)

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