The first cause of all realms

Chapter 19 The Rules Are Bigger Than Heaven

The autumn wind is bleak, with coolness and yellowing leaves.

Walking on the slightly bleak North Street, Yang Qian couldn't help thinking.

In the past two months, Li Eryi's storytelling caused a great upsurge, and even later, there was no need to go to teahouses or restaurants at all.

I set up a stage by myself, and many people came to see it.

But after trying to get around, only one-third of them fell into the hands.

This is because Liu Qingqing likes to listen to books and comes here from time to time.

Otherwise, it's not just a few little hooligans who are provoking.

"Lao Li is quite willing. There are three or four taels more than expected. Counting what I have, it's almost 100 taels. It should be enough, right?"

Yang Yu was only wearing unlined clothes, but he didn't feel the cold, his heart was burning hot, and he was thinking about the medicinal materials needed for 'exchanging blood'.

There are two prescriptions for changing blood.

One is a medicated bath, and the second is the core of the blood exchange.

Of course old man Wei only gave the first copy.

In fact, he would not teach the core of the blood exchange formula to others at all, only if someone under his sect was close to the threshold of blood exchange.

There is an opportunity to spend money to buy a copy.

The other martial arts gyms in the inner city are not bad, and all of them have harsh conditions and extremely high asking prices.

Thinking in his heart, Yang Jian quickened his pace, crossed a few streets, left North Street, and was going to the small courtyard where Wei He was.

I heard bursts of crying, accompanied by the sound of blowing air, gradually approaching.

"Another person died?"

Yang Jue sighed slightly, stopped to look around, and immediately frowned.

In the almost endless queue, there were as many as 27 coffins that didn't even have any color.

He also recognized quite a few people who were weeping in front of him and accompanying him.

For example, Zhu Shisan, who was wearing sackcloth and filial piety in the team, was crying so much that he almost fainted.

"What happened to the yamen?"

Yang Jue was startled, he quickly walked a few steps closer, and he heard passers-by discussing and sighing.

More than ten days ago, Catcher Wang led people out of the city. In addition to all the policemen, he also dispatched more than a dozen government officials to accompany him to meet the medicinal materials brought in from Shunde Mansion.

This trip lasted more than ten days, but what they brought back was bad news.

Not only the yamen servants and the arresters who went there suffered heavy casualties, but the head arrester Wang Fobao was also seriously injured and was carried back from outside the city.

"There are many things in autumn every year, especially this year. Alas, eventful autumn, eventful autumn."

An old man sighed softly, worried:

"Wang Butou is injured, this year, I'm afraid this year will be very uneven..."

The rest of the people also fell silent.

Wang Fobao's reputation in Heishan City is very famous. In addition to his strict actions, he also has excellent martial arts skills and has captured bandits many times.

Even he was hurt...

"Could it be that he was ambushed?"

Yang Yu was also guessing in his heart.

Heishan City is a prison city, where most of the thieves and prisoners from Shunde Mansion and even several nearby mansions are imprisoned, and there are many extremely vicious people among them.

Although he has not experienced it, he has also heard that every few years, someone will come here to rob the prison.

"Ugh."

Looking at the long funeral procession, Yang prison's heart tightened, and he walked faster, not long after, he arrived outside Weihe's small courtyard.

In the cold courtyard, only Hu Wan was struggling.

He casually tossed the thick stone mill like a straw, and only when he heard the sound of footsteps did he regain his strength.

"Ok?"

Hu Wan didn't care who the person was, but with a casual glance, he couldn't move his eyes away.

After a long time, he threw down the stone mill, half surprised and half doubtful:

"You have come to this point?!"

Li Eryi, who saw the little changes in Yang prison with his own eyes, was quite surprised, not to mention Hu Wan, who hadn't seen him for two months.

"Good guy, good guy!"

Before Yang Jue could answer, Hu Wan had strode over, and under the former's puzzled eyes, he turned around and looked at him for a while.

He was amazed in his mouth, but Hu Wan was only shocked when he smelled the scent of medicine that seemed to be there.

This is clearly because the medicinal bath has soaked into the bone marrow, and it tastes good!
In other words, this kid is about to change his blood!
But it's only been a few days? !

No need to break your fingers, Hu Wan clearly remembered that when he sent him home that time, Yang Jian had never even heard of a blood exchange.

how so fast?
How can it be? !
"master."

Just as Yang Qiu was about to say something, he caught a glimpse of the old man Wei who was smoking a dry cigarette with a "ba da" and "ba da" and hurriedly said hello.

"Ah."

Old man Wei walked over with a sullen face, looked him up and down, and suddenly grabbed Yang Jue's shoulder.

"division…"

Yang Jue's eyelids twitched, and he subconsciously raised his arms to parry, and stepped back with force.

pat!

In the next moment, a thin hand was already grasping his shoulder.

With just a slight shake, Yang Jue felt as if his whole body was falling apart, and he couldn't help being shocked.

"The muscles are long and the bones are strong, especially the bones are heavy enough."

Withdrawing his hand, a smile appeared on Wei He's gloomy face, and he was really surprised in his heart.

Although he didn't put much effort into recruiting disciples, but every time he recruited, he would feel the bones and tendons, and look at the bones.

Although he didn't remember Yang Ju's bone appearance at that time, he thought it was just average, otherwise he wouldn't be able to remember.

Could it be that I really lost my sight?
"What kind of martial arts is this? I felt like my bones were falling apart just now..."

Shaking his numb arms, Yang Jue was quite surprised.

In the past few months, he has practiced martial arts almost day and night, and he has decades of sword practice skills from the old man, and his progress can be said to be rapid.

Those few hooligans who have been fighting on the street all year round, each one can withstand his punches and kicks.

But just now, he had no strength to fight back.

"It's just some small methods of catching. If you recognize your bones, you can do it too."

As soon as Wei He raised his hand, Hu Wanyi trotted over to the big chair and asked him to sit down.

da da~
After casually knocking on the cigarette rod a few times, Wei He just said:

"This time, are you going to change your blood?"

"Exchanging blood?!"

Hu Wan's voice was almost broken, and his rough face was full of shock: "Master, Junior Brother Yang is about to change his blood?!"

He could see that Yang Qiu had made rapid progress during this period of time, but how could he exchange blood in two months?
Doesn't it take half a year or even a year to exchange blood?
"People and people can never be generalized."

After taking a deep look at Hu Wan, the old man Wei said with a little emotion: "In this world, some people are different after all."

"..."

Hu Wanhu's body trembled, and he was speechless for a moment.

These words are too familiar.

If I remember correctly, it was Wei He who told his junior brother when he asked about his progress.

Now, it's my turn?

Glancing at the battered Hu Wan, Yang Jue took out the banknotes and pieces of silver and handed them over:
"The disciple wants a copy of 'Blood Exchange Medicine'."

"Um…"

Wei He pondered for a while, and was about to speak when he heard a hasty knock on the door.

boom!
Boom!

The old wooden door trembled and dust fell.

Old man Wei's eyelids trembled, and he cursed:

"Knocking so urgently, is anyone in your family ready to reincarnate?!"

Yang Ju frowned a little, and walked straight over.

The door opened, and a young policeman in a soap suit strode in. Seeing the gloomy old Wei, he hurriedly smiled and said:

"Master Wei, don't worry, this time, it's a big job!"

Before Wei He could speak, the policeman had already stepped forward, took out the banknote, and handed it over.

"100 taels?!"

Yang Jue's eyelids twitched.

What is the concept of 100 taels, even in the inner city, you can buy two sets of smaller yards.

Up to now, I have exchanged blood by myself, and it has only cost me a little over 100 taels.

Do executioners make money like this? !

"so much?"

Old Wei reached out to take the silver and weighed it. Not only was he not happy, but he frowned:

"Which immortal is going to die and make Sanchi Liu willing to give up so much money?"

"hey-hey."

Glancing at Yang Ju and Hu Wan, the arrester smiled and said nothing.

Yang Jue and Hu Wan looked at each other, and were about to avoid them, when old man Wei called them to stop. To be precise, it was Yang Jue.

"Yang prison, you stay."

Hu Wan's eyes were resentful, but he didn't dare to say anything, he walked away sullenly, and before leaving, he kicked the stone over.

"This is you?"

The young policeman asked cautiously.

"Zhi Bai collects the knife, this is the rule passed down by the ancestors! The old man said to withdraw the knife years ago, there is no reason why it has not been here for a year, so let's take it back?"

The catcher looked at Yang Jian hesitantly: "But if he goes, it's better to let Mr. Hu go..."

"Then go away."

Wei He didn't say a word, and he was about to see off the guests.

"Master Wei..."

The catcher really wanted to go back, but when he saw the bank note that Wei He had stuffed into his sleeve, his face immediately twitched.

Then you will return the silver ticket to me?
"division…"

Yang Ju's eyelids twitched, and he wanted to say something, but Wei He stopped him.

"Well, that's fine."

The arrester hesitantly agreed, and before leaving, he asked Yang prison's address.

"Beheading in previous years has to wait for the imperial court's approval, Qingzhou issued a letter, and then sent a letter to Shunde Mansion, and Heishan City has the right to execute criminals.

This year, it seems a bit late. "

Wei He took a deep breath of dry smoke, his expression was soothed, and he could not refuse:
"After this autumn, you will execute the execution!"

"This…"

Yang prison hesitated.

He doesn't despise the profession of executioner, but he thinks that he is a gentle and elegant person, and he is not suitable for him by beheading people every now and then.

In his vision, he should wear white clothes and wield his sword in the world.

Instead of beheading in the vegetable market wearing a small vest and a red headband.

"Huh~"

Seeing that Yang Qiu didn't answer, old man Wei suddenly sneered:
"I heard that you are very close to a storyteller. Could it be that you don't know the rules of learning art?"

"Know a thing or two..."

Yang Jue took a deep breath, nodded in response:
"I understand."

In addition to the inheritance of father and son, most of the Ming Dynasty's industries are inherited from master to apprentice.

However, if you want to learn the skills of others to settle down, how can there be no price?

There may be different rules in various industries, but most of them are "three years of study, one year of help", and some stricter ones even require "three years of handyman, three years of apprenticeship, and three years of help".

All in all, old man Wei is quite relaxed.

After all, there is no dynasty or generation that beheads every day...

"Money away."

Wei He got up and walked into the house, after a while, he came out with a large bag of medicinal materials and gave it to Yang Jian, and finally, he handed back his banknotes and broken silver.

"This is you?"

Yang Yu was taken aback.

Old man Wei is well known for being greedy for money, and the money that went into his hands has never been turned back.

"One hundred taels, less is fine, more is not."

Wei He knocked on the cigarette bag, turned around slowly and went back to the room:
"After changing your blood, come and find me again."

(End of this chapter)