The first cause of all realms

Chapter 32 Inner Qi Martial Arts
He took away his spoils, went to the accountant of the yamen to collect the reward silver, and sent the ghost sword back to Weihe.

Only then did Yang Qiu go home.

A jailer is no better than a yamen servant, and leaving his post without authorization is a felony.

But now that he had Wang Fobao's promise, he naturally went home to rest.

"As the saying goes, work is worse than laziness, and laziness is worse than stealing. The ancients never deceived me. The money these two bandits carry is more than Lao Li's two-year storytelling."

Yang Jue judged gains and losses in his heart.

After the rain, there were few pedestrians on the street, and there were few street vendors. Yang Yu wandered aimlessly, trying to find other ingredients while dispelling his depression.

It's a pity that nothing was found, even the several pawnshops he confessed, among the antiquities collected, there was no change in the cauldron of gluttony.

Seeing that the evening was approaching, I could only buy a batch of medicinal materials and go home.

Before entering the door, he heard the sound of conversation in the room, and with a slight movement in his heart, he pushed the door open and entered.

Looking around, in the main room, an old man with a gray hair and a stick is sitting at the head, talking to Granny Yang.

"The prison is back?"

Seeing Yang Qiu, the old man greeted with a smile.

Granny Yang was a little nervous, and hurriedly stepped forward to hold Yang Qiu's hand and introduce him.

This old man's name is Yang Baotian, he can be regarded as the nominal head of their clan, he is cousin with Mr. Yang, and they seem to have a good relationship before.

"Sigh. I'm getting old, and I used to live in a manor outside the city, but I didn't want that Wang Liu to be so bold and dare to bully you."

Yang Baotian thumped his cane heavily, seeming quite righteously indignant.

"Oh."

Yang Ju nodded indifferently, but sneered in his heart.

Good Relationship?
It has been half a year since the old man's accident, and he has a good relationship, so can he not come to the door until now?
Moreover, he clearly remembered the day when Wang Liu was killed, and what the couple said seemed to be instigated by the elders of the clan.

This old thing may not be without suspicion.

"Oh, it's only natural for the prison to blame me."

Yang Baotian frowned imperceptibly, sighed and said: "There are so many people in the clan, the old man can't do everything..."

"Little prison."

The old woman held Yang Qiu's hand tightly.

"Grandma, I'm tired, I'm going to rest first."

Yang Qiu didn't bother to pay attention to the old man's nonsense, put the things down, turned around and went back to the room.

Back in the room, Yang Jue drew out his waist knife, and slowly reviewed the process and details of the confrontation with the two bandits before.

At the same time, he listened carefully to the movements in the main room.

The sound insulation of the earthen wall is average, and his hearing is also excellent, so even if the sound is not loud, he can hear clearly.

However, to his surprise, it seemed that Yang Baotian really came here for a visit.

Apart from chatting about family affairs with Granny Yang, it was just reminiscing about the past, which made Yang Qiu very boring to listen to. After listening for a while, he was lazy to listen.

Half an hour later, Yang Baotian said goodbye, and Granny Yang sent him to the door before returning to Yang's cell.

"Little Prison, don't be fooled by this old thing!"

Yang Ju didn't speak, but the old woman's first words made him feel relieved.

After closing the door and window, the old woman took Yang Ju's hand and sat down, and said in a low voice: "This old guy said he has connections, and wants you to take the Tongsheng Examination."

"The imperial examination?"

Yang Jue frowned.

The Ming Dynasty established the country with martial arts, and until a few generations ago, the martial arts were prosperous and the culture was weak, but after the world was at peace, the situation was reversed.

After all, even if there are tens of thousands of enemies in your army, you can't compare with civil servants in governing the country.

Of course Yang Ju didn't take it seriously, but the old woman seemed a little moved, and after struggling for a while, she said:

"The jailer is not a good way out after all..."

"Mother-in-law, our family was almost forced to die before, but this old guy didn't come to help, and now he suddenly gave up his benefits. This must be a fraud."

Seeing that the old woman was a little moved, Yang Qiu could only explain patiently.

The difficulty of the imperial examination is no less difficult than practicing martial arts. He has not practiced martial arts enough, so how can he be distracted?

"The mother-in-law rejected him tomorrow."

The old woman stretched her brows, and her mood improved a lot. She really didn't want to have any more contact with these so-called relatives.

"There's no need to refuse."

Yang Ju shook his head, his eyes flickered:
"It's not a problem to always be so on guard, so I simply agreed to him and see what this old guy wants to do!"

On the day he killed Wang Liu, he never forgot what the clan elders said to the couple.

Just because he didn't learn martial arts for a short time at that time, and he didn't know who ordered him to give up, it doesn't mean he forgot.

He knew very well that if he hadn't possessed the cauldron of gluttony, regardless of his own life or death, his mother-in-law would definitely not survive!
"This……"

The old woman hesitated, but nodded anyway.

Because Yang Qiu told her about Wang Fobao's passing on his martial arts, and Wang Fobao's reputation was big enough, which really dispelled the old lady's hesitation.

The old and the young chatted for a while, mostly old women, and he was listening.

After half a year, the old woman was no longer in such a gloomy mood, but just listening, Yang Qian's brows frowned again.

More and more people died of illness in the outer city, and there was even a tendency to spread to the inner city.

The old woman wanted to go to Lianshengjiao to pray for blessings.

"Grandma, stay away from the Liansheng Sect in the future."

Yang Jue had a headache.

He is proud of "Lao Mu Xiang Er Shi Qi Lu", he is very concerned about the things taught by Lian Sheng.

Although he didn't find anything substantive, as long as he thought of the old woman he saw in the cauldron of gluttony that day, he shuddered a little.

"If you don't repay the vow, you will offend my mother..."

Seeing Yang Jue's serious expression, the old woman also hesitated and worried: "I heard that someone refused to fulfill the vow, got seriously ill, and the whole family died..."

"how can that be?"

How could Yang prison believe this, but seeing the old woman hesitated, he still sighed:

"Mother-in-law, the city is not peaceful these days. I will accompany you to fulfill your wish in a few days, okay?"

"Grandma listens to you."

The old woman nodded, got up and went to cook in the kitchen.

"A troubled autumn!"

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Yang Jue sighed slightly, then calmed down and began to move his inner energy.

All the meridians of a person are inherently connected, and the purpose of subduing qi is to extract the inner qi that grows in the blood qi every day, and run the whole body independently of the blood.

One way of internal refining is to keep accumulating internal energy.

A large part of the strength of blood-changing warriors lies in the length of this breath.

For example, the iron dragon raised its breath to the sky and uttered a roar that could shock people to death, which is the method of mobilizing inner qi, and it is the real "inner qi martial arts".

Those mountain thieves urged the inner energy, making the blood flow in the whole body as if on fire, but it was only a superficial effect of the inner energy.

"I hope that the sword technique contained in this ghost-headed sword is 'inner qi martial arts'."

After a long time, after throwing away the discomfort of killing and the boredom in his heart, Yang Qiu finally calmed down and entered the cauldron of gluttony.

The ghost-headed broadsword with a thick back and broad face was glowing faintly red.

"Refining!"

　Good night ha.

　
(End of this chapter)