The first cause of all realms

Chapter 47 'Yang Pill' 'Yin Dan'

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In the evening, the sky is red like a fire.

But on the snow without feet, Yang Jue carried the package on his back, one foot deep, one foot shallow, and walked towards the nearest village.

Although Montenegro is big, there are not too many places suitable for entrenching.

Wang Wuji, an old official with rich experience, has already ruled out most of the suspected targets in half a month, and determined the approximate location of the branch altar of Liansheng Jiaocheng.

But at this time, they went down the mountain separately, but they were looking for the experienced Orion to lead the way.

The mountains were blocked by heavy snow, and the traps in the mountains and forests were also covered. No one was leading the way, so they dared not act rashly.

"It doesn't matter how much you share among fifteen people, but if you have this ingredient, you won't lose money!"

Walking alone in the snow, Yang Qiu was in a great mood.

Counting this 'prescription', he has obtained seven ingredients, which is only the last four of the eleven ingredients required by the 'recipe'.

"Nine cows and two tigers, I don't know if it's the nine cows and two tigers I thought."

Thinking in his heart, Yang Ju took out a piece of yellowed silk cloth from his arms.

There is really not much money in a cottage, but there are a lot of stolen goods that have nowhere to sell, but he doesn't get much because of this silk cloth.

On this silk cloth is a prescription for exchanging blood!

Moreover, it must be complete and complete, and the text on it is clear and free of mistakes, so its value is naturally great.

According to Wang Wu, this prescription costs at least 3000 taels, which is more valuable than the entire cottage.

If he hadn't agreed to other people's request to copy a copy with money, he might not have been able to take it.

wow~
Lightly stretching the silk cloth, the slightly scribbled handwriting is clearly visible.

The opening chapter is a self-narration by one person.

"...When I was young, I was farming, I didn't know the five grains, I couldn't bear fatigue, so I started a business, but I was a mess and a traitor, and my savings for many years were exhausted..."

"...I am still unwilling, but I am still unwilling to accept the essay. I have failed for several years, and I feel sad in my heart, but I am still unwilling. I continue to practice martial arts, practice hard day and night, and finally become paralyzed in the lower limbs..."

"Fortunately! After a long illness, I became a good doctor. After years of exploration, my medical skills may have been accomplished... After many attempts, I finally found a prescription...

Or take it? "

After the self-report, there are the names, quantities, and some precautions of many medicinal materials.

In the end, it was another handwriting.

Added some other medicinal materials, as well as refutation.

"I don't know if the 'Xu Yixiao' who wrote the prescription has successfully exchanged blood?"

Yang prison looked funny.

According to those mountain thieves, after Han Yan snatched this prescription, he didn't dare to take it rashly. Later, he went to ask a famous doctor for advice, and added and deleted a lot.

Later, Han Jie and the three sworn brothers successfully exchanged blood.

As for whether this failed Mr. Xu is still alive, no one knows.

"Talking is better than nothing."

Stuffing it into his bosom casually, a village could be vaguely seen in the distance.

Yang Ju quickened his pace and approached the village not long after, but he was a little surprised that the village was quite deserted.

It was evening at this time, and there was no smoke from the cooking.

Just as he was about to enter the village to inquire, he suddenly heard a strange sound of copper bells.

"Is there a Liansheng Taoist?"

Yang Ju's heart tightened, and he dodged behind an old tree.

Lian Shengjiao has been preaching in the outer city for more than a year. Although he avoids it, he is no stranger to it.

He remembered that all Liansheng Taoists who preached the scriptures would hang a red bell around their waists, and the sound of this bell was different from that of different bells.

It sounded like a child crying at night, and he remembered it deeply.

Sure enough, not long after, a Taoist Liansheng in white clothes and carrying a bamboo basket came from the other direction.

The black man with a human face is thin and small, at first glance he looks like a half-grown child, but he walks not slowly, and after a while, he has arrived at the entrance of the village.

With his arrival, the village suddenly became lively.

A large group of villagers came to the entrance of the village, and respectfully and even humblely invited the Taoist to enter the village.

"The Liansheng Cult really penetrated deeper outside the city!"

Yang Jue's heart skipped a beat, and he followed Wang Wu's instructions to lower the flow of Qi and blood, and followed behind with his breath.

jingle bell~
Weird bells rang from time to time.

The Taoist Liansheng walked with big strides, followed by many villagers, knocking on doors from door to door to collect money.

Those villagers often have sallow and thin faces, but they dare not refuse to hand in fear.

Yang Jian could see clearly that what the villagers handed over was not money, but black and red pills.

"What it is?"

Yang Yu's doubts deepened.

The Taoist's speed was very fast. It didn't take long for him to walk all over the village, and the bamboo basket on his back was already full.

Yang Jue squeezed the loud arrow in his arms, hesitating whether to inform others.

The Taoist put down the full bamboo basket and sneered:
"Which brat dares to follow Daoist?"

"Found me?"

Yang Ju's heart trembled, and he grabbed the waist knife.

boom!
He was slandering in his heart that Wang Wujiao's breath-holding method was not effective, so he heard a muffled sound.

A burly and tall old man stepped on the roof and rushed towards the Taoist with a red face and angrily:
"Ren Ming, give back my son's life!"

bang~
The next moment, the two palms had already collided.

"what!"

The tall figure screamed in pain, and was knocked back by Zhang Xu.

Yang Jue's eyes froze.

The old man was rather burly, and even sneaked up on him in a condescending manner, but was shocked by the Taoist raising his hand.

"It turned out to be you old thing."

Ren Ming shook his hand and sneered: "Your son is stupid, you old guy is even more stupid! You left so many footprints at the entrance of the village, and you still want to sneak attack on me?"

"What footprints?"

The old man was startled for a moment, then roared angrily and rushed forward. He was like a wild lion, threatening his life with every move, and suddenly pushed his internal energy to the limit.

footprint?

Yang prison in the dark felt his heart skip a beat. The footprints should be about him, right?

He went down the mountain only to find a hunter to lead the way, and naturally he didn't deal with his own footprints, after all, he didn't have the skills to step on the snow without a trace.

"what!"

Facing the desperate fighting style of the old man, the Taoist just dodged, waiting for the old man to take a breath, and suddenly exerted strength.

With just one punch, the old man vomited blood and flew up.

"Ha ha!"

The old man coughed up blood, but laughed maniacally. With the strength of being hit, he reached out and grabbed the bamboo basket:

"Without this basket of 'Yang Pills' and 'Yin Pills', we'll see how you die when you go back!"

He knew that he was no match for this Taoist, so the goal from the beginning was this evil medicine in a bamboo basket.

Desperate play is just confusing.

"Damn old dog!"

The Taoist was completely enraged, and with a roar, his blood was already dyed red all over his body.

Before he finished speaking, he was already chasing after him.

"What are 'Yang Pills' and 'Yin Pills'?"

Yang Jue was thinking in his heart, the hand holding the knife was already tense.

call!
The two ran away one after the other.

After the shadow, Yang Jue waited intently.

His hiding place is the most suitable place to escape. If the old man wants to escape, he will definitely choose this route.

Sure enough, the air flow swept through the room, and the two came one after the other, only three or four zhang away from him.

"This distance is a little far away..."

In the blink of an eye, Yang Jue suddenly bowed, stepped forward, drew his knife,

snort~
The waist knife swept across, turned into a half moon of cold light, and slashed straight at the back of the passing Taoist's neck!
Beheaded!

"How dare the rats sneak attack?!"

Covered by the cold wind, the Taoist looked like a civet cat that had blown a cat, roaring and jumping, trying to avoid the attack behind him.

"what!!!"

A scream resounded through the village.

"what?"

The old man who was about to escape from the village suddenly turned his head, only to see a flash of knife light flashing and disappearing from the blood mist.

That evil way howled miserably and fell from mid-air, and his legs were cut off!

"what!"

The Taoist's face was distorted, his eyes were as red as blood, he roared and slapped the ground, bounced up, and threw himself at Yang Yu fiercely:
"I'm going to tear you apart!!"

"Sorry, sorry. Your posture is so good that you couldn't hold it back for a while."

Yang Jue avoided it in a hurry, and slapped the Daoist on the ground with the back of the knife:

"It's a pity, I have to keep my mouth alive, I can't take the lead..."

　Good night everyone.

　
(End of this chapter)