The first cause of all realms

Chapter 4
Montenegro City, there are two cities inside and outside.

The inner city is the original urban area of ​​Heishan City, and the outer city is the place where the surrounding villages have migrated for many years.

Not only dirty, but messy.

It was fine during the day, but at night, few people in the outer city dared to go out alone.

Yang Qiu works in the yamen. Although he is only a temporary worker and is not considered a yamen servant, he has heard about murder and robbery.

Therefore, as soon as the evening came and the watchers left, Yang Jue went out with the house deed, the land deed, and the broken knife.

The traces of heavy rain in the past few days are still there, and the road is still a bit muddy.

Yang Ju walked carefully through the alley, avoiding the rogues wandering in the alley, and walked towards the inner city.

"There are many forces in the outer city, and there is a large sect like the Liansheng Sect. But you can't trade with them..."

Yang Ju calmed down and thought carefully.

One year is enough for him to have a general understanding of Heishan City. Compared with the chaotic outer city, the inner city is much better.

At least it won't be so ugly to eat.

"woooo~"

On the way, Yang Ju could faintly hear the sound of someone sobbing, and many people hung white cloths.

"It's dead again."

Yang Jue sighed in his heart and quickened his pace.

There must be vultures hovering in the land of rotting corpses, eating up every household, not only his family will encounter them.

Before the inner city closed, Yang prison entered the inner city, turned around a few streets familiarly, and came to an alley.

During the year he traveled through, he didn't do nothing. Whenever he had free time, he didn't go to the elementary school to attend and learn calligraphy.

Just come here to learn martial arts.

Of course, this is not a martial arts gym. With his family's background, he can't afford the high tuition fees.

Everyone knows that being poor is civil and rich, but in fact, both civil and military have nothing to do with ordinary people.

dong dong dong~
The door was not closed, but Yang Jue still knocked on the door, and then walked lightly into the yard.

……

"People have bones on their backs, and there may be differences between men and women, old and young, but the difference is not bad!"

"Beheading with a knife requires recognition of the bones. This is craftsmanship and compassion!"

"...When a person dies, everything disappears. When a person commits a crime, he has his own laws and regulations. We follow orders without compromising Yin's morality or the laws of nature. Just remember..."

"One slash can only and must be slashed! One slash is a practice, two slashes is torture and killing, it will really harm the morality and the law of heaven!"

"This is the biggest rule in our business!"

……

Inside the gray-white courtyard wall, a group of teenagers squatted in the corner, holding wooden knives in both hands, with stones falling from each wrist.

It's already cold in autumn, and it's even cooler in the evening, but everyone is dripping with sweat.

An old man sat on a wooden chair, staring intently at the group of teenagers, reprimanding them from time to time.

This old man was not young, his hair under the hood was already gray and his face was covered with weathered wrinkles. An old monkey with gray and dull hair was squatting in his arms.

Withered old hands kept stroking the back of the old monkey's neck.

"call!"

Yang Qiu stood outside the courtyard without stepping forward, quietly listening to old man Wei reprimanding his disciples.

This lame old man Wei is very famous in Heishan City.

It is said that when he was young, he went to join the army with the villagers, and after returning from serious injuries, he became an executioner again. Now some executioners in Heishan City are his apprentices.

Not counting his joining the army, in these years alone, nearly a hundred people were beheaded by him.

It's a real ruthless character.

Yang Ju didn't speak, and quietly watched these young men practice their swords.

These young people came earlier than him. Some of them have practiced for seven or eight years, and some of them have been practicing for three or four years.

Only after working as a handyman for three years can he carry a wooden knife. This is the rule of old man Wei.

It's been less than a year since Yang Yuman's fight was over, so he had listened to the reprimand, but he hadn't touched the knife yet.

"It's so easy to practice. If you have learned this little bit of ours, not to mention too much, you will have at least three meals to eat and clothing, and a roof tile to cover your head. At worst, you won't live on the streets and eat dirt."

Old man Wei reprimanded his disciples slowly, and at the end, he also glanced at Yang prison.

"Living on the streets and eating dirt..."

Yang Jue smiled wryly, isn't that what he was talking about?
More than a year ago, he woke up from this world and became a little beggar without father and mother. If he hadn't been adopted by Lao Yangtou and his wife, he would have starved to death outside the city.

People are starving to death, and they will eat anything.

He has really eaten dirt...

"Many people look down on our profession, but we obey orders and rely on our ability to make a living. How can we be shameful?"

Old Wei got up and walked around with his monkey in his arms, with one foot deep and the other shallow, trying to walk inside the house:
"It's not shabby to eat, it's shabby to let old parents starve to death on the street!"

Yang Jue's face was dull, and he followed silently.

"Say something."

Old man Wei waved his hand, and the old monkey squeaked a few times, and jumped onto the old locust tree in the courtyard.

"I know I can't hide it from the teacher..."

The light in the room was even dimmer, Yang Jue slightly lowered his head and smiled wryly, explaining his reason for coming.

From the corner of the eye, he glanced at the decorations in the room and landed on the case in the middle of the room.

On the case lay a broadsword without a sheath.

The saber is wide and square, with a thick back and a broad face, with a ghost head carved on the hilt. It is white and clear, but it can hardly hide the smell of blood, which is chilling to look at.

Yang Yu recognized that this knife was the beheading knife held by old man Wei to behead nearly a hundred people.

On weekdays, old man Wei regarded it as a treasure, and would never let others encounter it even once.

In the past, although Yang Jue was envious but didn't have much thought, but when he glanced at it now, his heart couldn't help but jump.

'Is this ghost-headed sword also an ingredient? '

"Hehe~"

Old man Wei picked up his teacup and sat upright. Hearing this, he replied in a neutral tone:
"The Yang family is nothing, but why does the old man want to buy these acres of real estate and cause trouble?"

"It's not buying, it's giving!"

Yang Qiu gave up his luck and gritted his teeth.

He took out the house deed and land deed together, and patted them on the table.

Old man Wei was the trade partner he had thought of for a long time.

Firstly, this old man Wei is not afraid of those relatives of the Yang family at all, and secondly, he is learning art under them after all.

Although they are not masters and apprentices, they still have some kind of incense and passion.

Compared with others, after all, it is much better.

"Oh?"

The old man Wei glanced at Yang Yu in surprise, and then sneered: "After all, it's the boy who sells the land and doesn't care about it! Old Yang has accumulated these things for most of his life."

"No matter how many things there are, it's useless if you can't keep them."

Yang Qiu is quite sober.

Rather than being wiped out by those so-called relatives, he would rather give these land away and make a deal that is beneficial to him.

Wei He had a lot of disciples, he couldn't believe that this old man took these things for nothing without regard for his face.

"The old man underestimated you kid."

Old man Wei put down his teacup and took a deep look at Yang Ju.

Wei He didn't have a deep impression of this kid who came into his sect. What he remembered most clearly was that this kid once ate dirt.

At this time, I was really surprised.

Yang Ju lowered his head and said nothing.

"Um…"

Wei He picked up the land deed, and after pondering for a while, he spoke:

"If you call me teacher after all, the old man won't ask you for these things in vain. In this way, your two-year apprenticeship will be exempted. From tomorrow, let's practice swords with them!"

"call!"

Only when the boulder fell to the ground in his heart did Yang Jue heave a sigh of relief:

"Yes, Master."

(End of this chapter)