The first cause of all realms

Chapter 22 Exercise the muscles, bones and skin outside
Fishing Law Enforcement?

The first time he saw Wang Butou, Yang Qiu had such a thought in his heart.

The fight between the two lasted only for a cup of tea. How could it be so fast in the middle of the night?

But as Wang Fobao approached, he dismissed this idea, because he could smell the extremely strong smell of blood, and he could even see the deep exhaustion on his face.

His serious injury was not fake.

Wang Fobao didn't care about Yang Prison's imminent enemy, he approached on his own, picked up the head in the pool of blood and looked at it,
Only said:

"This person is also a character with a different blood. If you can kill him, it seems that the old executioner is very fond of you..."

He is naturally very familiar with Yang prison.

There are thousands of yamen servants in Heishan City, and this is the only one he personally arranged.

It's just that when he entered the yamen, I also weighed his bones, not to mention weak and weak, and his muscles and bones were only average.

How long did it take to get here?
"Master Wei is indeed very good."

Yang prison didn't dare to relax, his muscles tensed up, and he was ready to run away at any time.

Wang Fobao's reputation in Heishan City is so great that children cry at night, even if he changes blood, he dare not fight him.

Even if he was seriously injured.

Wang Fobao was slightly surprised by Yang Ju's calmness: "You don't want to say anything?"

"have nothing to say."

Yang Jue wiped the blood off his face, and didn't speak, but his hand holding the sword tightened a bit:

"It's just that Wang Butou suffered such a serious injury, he didn't have a good rest, and he had to go out to patrol at night, it was really hard."

"It's not just today?"

Wang Fobao put down his body, wiped the blood on his hands, and said lightly:

"Since I came to Montenegro, I rarely sleep at night."

"is it?"

Yang Jue sneered when he heard the words: "It's just the inner city, right? You probably wouldn't go to the outer city."

Hearing this, Wang Fobao was silent for a while before saying: "Sometimes manpower is exhausted."

Neither are good at words, especially in this situation.

It wasn't until he heard footsteps approaching in a hurry that Wang Fobao raised his head to look at Yang Yu and said, "Follow me."

Yang Ju hesitated for a moment, then followed.

After walking two streets and turning a few alleys, Wang Fobao stopped, opened the door and entered.

"This is his house?"

Thinking in his heart, Yang Ju could only bite the bullet and walk in.

"Wash and then come inside."

As Wang Fobao said, an abnormal color of blood flashed across his face, and he stepped into the room.

After the blood was changed, Yang Jue's hearing was excellent, and he could faintly hear an extremely suppressed cough.

"His injury seems to be really serious."

Yang Jue brought several buckets of water, washed the blood off his body, and walked into the room that smelled of medicine.

Wang Fobao sat cross-legged on the bed, adjusted his breathing, opened his eyes after a while, and said:
"After three months of rest, it's time to go to work. Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, go to the Yamen to work, and someone will take you to familiarize yourself with the environment."

"Go to work?"

Yang Ju was startled: "What kind of job do you do?"

The yamen servant was not a serious yamen member at all, he only paid two taels of silver, and then ticked his name from the list.

If not, how could it be impossible for him not to go to the Yamen for so long.

"Old Yang's pension has been issued, and he has been rested for another three months, shouldn't he go to work?"

Wang Fobao said again.

Only then did Yang Qiu realize that he was talking about the old man's position as a jailer.

However, neither the jailer nor the executioner was what he wanted.

Subconsciously, he wanted to refuse.

"Every martial arts practice is nothing more than exercising the muscles and bones, and retaining one's strength. After the blood change, do you still know how to go down?"

Wang Fobao spoke at the right time, stopping Yang Yu's refusal:

"I can teach you something."

"I…"

Hearing this, Yang Jue's words of refusal turned around in his mouth, but he still didn't say it.

Although he only changed his blood today, he also found that the change of blood was not as radical as he had imagined.

It seems that some kind of step is still missing.

"Martial arts practice is far from as simple as you imagined. Only by exchanging blood can one be regarded as entering the ranks of warriors."

Seeing Yang Yu's entanglement, Wang Fobao continued:

"Exchanging blood is just the beginning. How to strengthen oneself requires other methods. It is often said that 'external training of muscles and bones, internal breath'.

Since you exchanged blood, Wei He should teach you the method of 'convinced', but Wei He is not good at the method of external training, and I can teach you this method. "

"Practice the muscles and bones outside, and keep one breath inside."

Yang Jue chewed on Wang Fobao's words, and instead of directly agreeing, he asked cautiously:

"What do I need to pay?"

There is no love for no reason in this world, he can't believe that this famous cruel official in Heishan City is really a kind person.

"Replace Lao Yang and go to prison."

Wang Fobao didn't hide anything, and said calmly:
"Over the past few months, several prison guards have died inexplicably, and there seems to be a shadow of the Liansheng Sect behind them. I want to know what they want to do."

"The jailer died inexplicably?"

Yang Ju was taken aback, feeling a chill in his heart for no reason.

Could it be that the man in white followed him before, and he also wanted to attack him, but he only gave up because he moved to the old man Wei?
Wang Fobao didn't force him either, but waited for him to think about it.

After a while, Yang Jue asked again:
"The Liansheng Sect is only a sect in the outer city. How dare you kill the jailer? Are you not afraid of being uprooted?"

"Humph!"

Wang Fobao snorted coldly, as if he had touched the wound, his face turned pale, and he said:

"That's not what you should know."

He didn't answer, and Yang Jue realized that this matter, I'm afraid he couldn't get rid of the words 'collusion between officials and bandits'.

If not, how could a mere foreign sect spread rapidly in Heishan City.

However, this Wang Fobao came to him, probably because he left the city before and suffered too many casualties, right?
Knowing the reason, Yang Jue weighed the pros and cons, and could only agree.

Not only because of the martial arts that Wang Fobao said, but also because he suspected that the Liansheng Sect had already targeted him.

"it is good."

Wang Fobao coughed a few times, took out an oilcloth bag from under the pillow, and handed it to Yang Yu:

"My method of subduing qi comes from another source, so I can't teach you. But I got it from a lone thief.

Can pass you. "

"Iron Crotch Skill?"

Opening the package and glancing at it, the corner of Yang Jue's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

What an unpretentious name.

"Whenever you practice martial arts outside, you always start from the weak point. Even if you don't practice your fists, feet and arms, your strengths are still there, but the crotch is one of the most vulnerable parts of a person."

Seeing Yang Yu's complexion was not good, Wang Fobao couldn't help shaking his head:

"Even the rogues and women on the street know this truth, don't you understand?"

"This……"

Yang Qian took a few steps back, picked up a ponytail and sat down. Under the light of the bean lamp, he took a look at this martial arts cheat book.

To his disappointment, the cauldron of gluttony did not respond, it seems that it was because the book was transcribed later?

"Humans have limbs, membranes, viscera, muscles and bones, and more subtle and invisible parts. Before blood transfusion, even if you exercise day and night, it is meaningless.

But after the blood exchange, it is different, using qi to promote the blood, reaching all parts of the body, warming and nourishing one by one, combined with external martial arts exercises, one day is at least equivalent to a month's work of ordinary people practicing day and night.

Furthermore, when the heat is reached, it can naturally go from the crotch to the crotch, chest, abdomen, shoulders, and even the whole body. At that time, ordinary swords can't hurt you. "

As Wang Fobao said, he closed his eyes, as if he was so lacking:

"Since you can read, read my notes first, and ask me if you don't understand."

　Goodnight everybody.

　
(End of this chapter)