The first cause of all realms

Chapter 35 Huge harvest
It was a banquet where the guests and the host seemed to enjoy themselves, and it was not until evening that Yang Qiang left the manor.

It wasn't until looking at Yang Prison's back that was drifting away that Yang Baotian's face suddenly became gloomy: "You little bastard, don't be afraid of being strangled to death!"

"I'll let him spit it out sooner or later!"

The smirk on Yang Yu's face couldn't hold back any longer, he lifted his foot and kicked the small tree beside the road, his distressed face was distorted:
"This kid is too careful, no water will get in... What should we do? Why don't we just arrest the old woman?"

Who would have thought that after a banquet, this kid would not even have a drop of water in, even if they had prepared something, they would have nowhere to start.

"Go back and talk about it!"

Yang Baotian glanced at his son coldly, turned and went back to the house.

……

Declining the return of the Yang family's sedan chair, Yang Jian left with the big and small bags.

After walking for several miles, he was sure no one was following him, so he found a shady bush, sat on the ground, and opened the things he got from the Yang family.

Three silver tickets, 300 taels, two gold ingots, 20 taels, and some unremarkable antiques, including pendants, silk, and broken books.

"This Yang family, something is wrong."

Playing with a few ancient relics casually, Yang Yu became more and more determined in his heart.

A prison guard's salary for a year is only ten taels. Now he is sixteen, and he can barely save 66 taels if he does not eat or drink until he reaches 500.

If you change to a temporary worker, you will have to go without food or drink for a full 250 years!

At the banquet, he opened his mouth like a lion, but what he didn't expect was that although the Yang family father and son were trembling with pain, they agreed wholeheartedly.

How could a mere country gentry, with only seven or eight generations of family heir, be willing to part with so much money?
What is there in that big prison?
Thinking about it in his mind, Yang Jue picked out one of the many ancient relics, it was a bronze tiger pendant with an unattractive appearance.

"With two ingredients, this trip is already worthwhile! What's more, the 500 taels of silver is almost enough to support my second blood change."

Although he was vigilant in his heart, he was quite satisfied with the harvest of this trip.

With a thought, I sensed the information about the new ingredients in the cauldron of gluttony:
【Bronze Downhill Tiger】

【Level: Yes】

[Quality: Yes]

【Evaluation: Intrinsic and external kung fu capture, of all external kung fu, capture is the most fierce. 】

[Serve it to get the 'tiger-shaped grappling hand']

[The Cauldron of Gluttony has insufficient energy storage and cannot be refined]

"It's much more useful than that 'Returning Qi Jue'."

Yang Ju nodded slightly, feeling a little worried in his heart.

The cauldron of gluttony needs more and more ingredients to be refined, but the energy storage has become slower and slower, and it seems that even pig iron is not enough.

Do you want me to swallow gold?

Glancing at the two ingots of gold on the ground, Yang Jue thought about it.

Pig iron is fine, but there is no reason why gold can’t, and the thinking can diverge a little bit more, mercury, bronze, tin iron, hundred-smelted iron, black iron...

"If this continues, I will become a monster."

Kneading his temples, Yang Ju gave up the idea of ​​trying.

No way, poor.

For old man Wei, the medicinal materials for the second exchange of blood are not cheap.

Putting away his things, Yang Yu went back to the city in no hurry, and found a small forest far away from the official road, lit a bonfire, and began to practice sword skills.

It wasn't until the night gradually became solemn that it slowly closed.

"In some days, the iron crotch skill will also enter the second level."

After wiping off the sweat, Yang Qiu smiled.

The existence of the progress bar does not make it easier for him to practice martial arts, but he can intuitively feel his little progress. This feeling is fascinating.

There is a feeling of being obsessed with games in a previous life.

Therefore, during the past few months, as soon as he practiced, Yang Qiu would forget the time, and he would never give up until he was exhausted.

But not today.

He hid the important things close to his body, and dug a hole to hide the less important things. He turned around and walked towards the Yang Family Manor.

……

Sneaking in the night, running on the grass.

Seeing the Yang Family Manor from a distance, where the lights had not been turned off, Yang Qiang slowed down, found a direction, and groped his way there.

After all, the Yang family is just a small squire. Although the earthen castle is well built, there are not so many people on guard at night.

Not long after, taking advantage of the darkness of night, Yang Prison had climbed up the earthen wall. Looking around, there were only a few sporadic places with lights on.

After a little recollection, I recognized that it should be the main room for receiving guests during the day.

"An evening banquet?"

Yang prison's heart moved, and he approached carefully.

He has a good memory, and he will never forget the place he walked once. He bypassed the secret post and bright post that he found during the day, and approached the main room from the back.

With his ears pressed against the wall, he could faintly hear human voices.

……

"It's really an honor for the little old man to be here with the envoy."

After toasting for a while, Yang Baotian put down his wine glass and complimented the man in white sitting above him with a smile.

The man in white was tall and strong, with strong muscles and bones, and the spacious white robe was worn into tights.

There was no response, and the burly man in white was eating meat.

The eyelids of Yang Yu and the others accompanying him were all jumping wildly. This big man was rambunctious when he ate food, and no matter whether it was meat, bones or thorns, he could only get in and out.

"Come again!"

With a flick of the bowl and chopsticks, the big man seemed not satisfied yet.

Yang Baotian's face changed slightly, and he could only clap his hands when he saw this, and asked his servants to bring wine and meat.

After doing this three times, until Yang Baotian's old face became a little stiff, the big man hiccupped and wiped his hands on Yang Yu casually.

Then he stuffed the silver ticket on the table into his bosom, and then said with satisfaction:
"A bird faded out of its mouth along the way, and this one is considered alive."

"As long as God is satisfied."

Yang Baotian's smile was a bit forced.

This table is enough for ordinary people to eat for two months.

If things go on like this, who can afford it?
"What's the matter? Are you dissatisfied?"

The big man glanced coldly and sneered: "What is such a little wine, meat, gold and silver? If you occupy Montenegro in the future, how can the Holy Church lose your benefits?"

"That is, that is."

Yang Baotian wiped the cold sweat from his brow, smiling all over his face.

"Humph."

The big man took a few more gulps of wine and asked, "How is the progress of the task assigned to you by the superior?"

"Returning to the envoy, before the helmsman returns, we will definitely complete the task."

Yang Yu responded hastily.

"Hiccup~"

The big man burped: "So, it's not done yet?"

"This this……"

Yang Yu saw sweat on his forehead, he was speechless.

It was Yang Baotian who came forward to toast and complained:
"My envoy, you don't know that Wang Fobao is in charge of the internal affairs of Montenegro, and the supervision of the prison is extremely strict. Not only us, but the rest of them are also helpless."

"Great prison?"

The big man was taken aback, as if he hadn't thought of the answer.

He froze for a moment, but Yang Baotian's complexion changed drastically, and his old voice became sharp: "You, aren't you?!"

clang clang ~
Yang Yu and the others also heard that something was wrong, and with a loud cry, they drew out their swords.

At this time, a loud roar from embarrassment also came to mind in the night:

"Wang Wu, you can't escape!"

"Hahaha! Shi Kai? You caught up? So what, what can I do?"

The big man burst out laughing, and with a big wave of his hand, the solid wood Eight Immortals table for eight people was blown away, and the food and wine were scattered all over the floor.

With another swipe across, he knocked down several servants and guards who surrounded him, and he walked out of the gate with only one step.

"Stop him!"

In the night, the voice of fury approached extremely quickly.

"Quick, stop him!"

"Can't let him run away!"

Yang Baotian was furious, and roared so that all the servants and guards chased him out.

Looking at the mess and thinking about his own gold, silver, wine and meat, Yang Baotian shook, spat out a mouthful of blood, and almost fell to the ground:
"Qi, Qi kills me too!"

"I am angry, I am angry."

Squatting on the ground, Yang Baotian trembled all over.

Someone handed over a scarf: "Wipe it off."

"Uh-huh?!"

Yang Baotian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth subconsciously, and immediately realized something was wrong, and raised his head suddenly.

I saw a young man stepping on an upside-down chair, with a knife on his shoulder, half-lowered his head, and looked at himself with a half-smile:

"Old patriarch, can we talk again?"

(End of this chapter)