The first cause of all realms

Chapter 2 The Cauldron of Gluttony!

Life is between heaven and earth; if there is a gap between white horses; it's just a sudden.

But people take pictures, geese leave traces, after all, there are people who can leave their own traces in the world.

Some people use scrolls as the carrier, and thousands of years have passed, and the words are still visible.

Some people entrust their thoughts to future generations, and despite the vicissitudes of life, they still have the will to pass on.

This knife is similar to this carrier.

All is silent!

The moment he grasped the broken knife, Yang Ju could no longer hear any sound, and a frenzy of memories flooded in.

Scattered and chaotic, unclear.

The chaotic memories flowed like a revolving lantern, and it took a while before they were gradually sorted out into words and forms that he could understand, and presented before his eyes.

【Obtain ingredients】

【Ingredients: Broken Knife】

[Level: Inferior]

[Quality: Yes]

[Evaluation: Ordinary, unremarkable, maybe with a little surprise]

[You can get some micro-knife skills when you eat]

[Current refining progress (0/100)]

[Do you want to start refining? 】

Finally, is it on?
Yang Jue was in a trance, but he was more disappointed than the surprise of the opening of the "Gluttony Cauldron".

Thinking of the old man who had only met once, but pulled himself back from frequent deaths, and the old lady who greeted him like a son.

There are mixed feelings in my heart for a while.

After a long while, after completely digesting the memories in his mind, Yang Jue barely calmed down, and his attention fell on the 'Cauldron of Gluttony' that he could only see.

In the black cauldron, a broken knife can be seen faintly.

"Refining? Do you mean this broken knife? After refining this knife, you can get some of the old man's knife skills?"

Looking at the long knife in his hand, Yang Ju felt a little unbelievable.

The knowledge and skills that a person has learned have always been accumulated day and night, bit by bit, and they only need to be refined to obtain them?
give it a try?
Yang Ju took a deep breath, put the broken knife away, sat back on his seat, and read the book for a while.

It wasn't until the mind completely calmed down that he gathered his energy to the chest, which had turned from green to black on the 'Gluttony Cauldron'.

"Refining!"

……

boom!
The light and shadow in front of him changed, and in the blink of an eye, it seemed that the world had changed.

Yang Ju shook his head, looking around in darkness, the only light was in his hand, which was a broken knife.

and many more……

Yang Ju returned to his senses in a trance, looked at the space around him that looked like a tripod wall, and then looked at the broken knife in his hand.

A thought came to him involuntarily: "This, this so-called refinement, wouldn't it mean that I am here to practice swords?"

"That's not right..."

Yang Ju was dumbfounded, it was completely different from what he thought.

If, as he thought, this broken knife is the result of the old man's experience in using a knife, then how long will he be able to practice this way?

But no matter how Yang Prison shouted, he didn't get any response.

He had no choice but to raise the knife and start practicing.

When he moved the knife, he found something strange. As he swung the broken knife, similar memories and skills would appear in his mind.

Let him use it for comparison.

At the same time, a ray of light appeared on the dark tripod wall.

[Refining ingredients 'Broken Knife']

【Current progress (0/100)】

"...Is that so?!"

Yang Ju was a little dazed, wanting to cry but no tears.

He thought about countless possibilities after the opening of the 'Gluttony Cauldron', but he never thought of such a situation.

But he had no choice but to grit his teeth, compare the memories in his mind, and swing the knife in the darkness.

a knife,

Another knife.

I don't know how long it took, the progress on the cauldron wall jumped again, and when it reached 10, Yang Yu just withdrew from countless times of swinging the knife.

Perceived the outside world again.

Weakness, hunger, lethargy...

This feeling was like having a nightmare after a night of hangover. For a while, Yang Qiu could hardly lift his hands, and his eyes became black again and again.

'Oops!How long has it been? '

Yang prison was very anxious.

At this time, a burst of crying whispered into his ears:

"Mother Liansheng, please bless my poor prisoner to wake up early! As long as my son is safe and sound, the old lady is willing to reduce her life by ten years"

The warm cloth wiped her face, and the old woman was crying, praying and trembling unceasingly.

Mother-in-law
Yang Jue was startled suddenly, and there was a touch of sadness in his heart.

The wife who depended on each other just passed away. How sad should this old woman be?

"The old man can't come back, you can't leave your mother-in-law alone..."

The old woman sobbed and muttered in a low voice.

Only then did Yang Jue know that he had been 'comatose' for three days and two nights...

"Prisoner, Prisoner, this is the talisman water that my mother-in-law asked for from Lian Sheng's master. If you drink it, you will definitely wake up."

Yang Ju could feel his head being lifted up, and a bowl of stinky talisman water was handed to his mouth.

Fu Shui?

Can this thing cure diseases? !
Yang Jue's whole body was resisting: "No Gudong, Gudong."

Without saying a word, a bowl of strange-smelling talisman water has been poured into it.

Finished!

His stomach felt hot, but Yang Ju's heart felt cold.

The Liansheng Sect is a sect of poor people living in the outer city of Montenegro. It is said that it can rely on Fushui to save lives and heal the wounded.

But how could he believe this?
"Yuck~"

Yang Jue struggled to get up, lay down beside the bed and vomited for a while, throwing out all the talisman water.

"Little prison, my little prison."

The old woman didn't care about the talisman she had begged for so much, she hugged Yang Qiu, crying.

"Grandma, I'm fine..."

Looking at the old woman who was much older than before, Yang Jue felt sore and worried that she would break her body from crying, so he hurriedly said:
"Grandma, I'm hungry."

"Grandma is going here."

The old woman hurriedly wiped away her tears, and brought the prepared food: "You have been in a coma for three days, drink some chicken soup first, eat slowly, if it is not enough, there is more..."

"You, you stewed the old hen?"

Only now did Yang Ju smell the smell of chicken soup, and his stomach started beating.

Montenegro City is located in a remote place, and its products are not rich. In other words, the life of the poor is extremely harsh.

Although Mr. Yang is a jailer, he is honest and has no extra income. The few old hens in the family are the lifeblood of the old lady.

"There are three more, it doesn't matter if you stew one, it doesn't matter."

The old woman's eyes were gloomy: "The old man is gone, three chickens are enough..."

Yang Yu was silent, he didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only drink the chicken soup silently.

When the old lady went to clean up the bowls and chopsticks, Yang Qian lay down again, and when he closed his eyes, he 'saw' the strange yet familiar cauldron again.

The cauldron is dark in color, but there is a touch of blue emerging from the edge.

"Turned blue..."

Yang Yu's heart suddenly felt a little ominous.

This cauldron was originally blue, and it took a full year to eat 'stones' before it turned black. After using it like this once, will it change back?
Wouldn't he still have to eat dirt? !

(End of this chapter)