The first cause of all realms

Chapter 53 I want to shave my head and cut my throat!
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In the biting cold wind, Yang Jue was wearing a gray bunt with his cuffs rolled up, his fists and feet were shaking, and he hit the snow against the wind.

His figure was undulating, moving with the wind, and his footsteps seemed to lift and fall. Wherever he passed, a large amount of snow rose and fell, and was extinguished by the wind of his claws.

After a long time, he slowly withdrew his fist, exhaled, sweating profusely.

"Fists and feet point to the palm, capture is the most fierce! If you don't move, you will be dead, and if you move, you will break people's muscles and bones, and grab their internal organs. Qingzhou Army has some masters in capture. Once they make a move, they are like tigers, extremely ferocious."

Wang Wu, whose injury has improved a lot, stands aside with his hands behind his back, commenting from time to time:

"You have entered the room."

Tan Hong looked at it expressionlessly, but he was really envious in his heart.

The sword technique has been superb, and the claws are also practiced so well, it really makes him feel a little unstable.

"It's just a small improvement."

Putting away his airs, Yang Jue also had a smile on his face.

After all, martial arts is the way of fighting. With the experience of fighting in previous battles, his various martial arts have improved by leaps and bounds in the past half month.

The tiger-shaped grasping hand has improved a lot, but the biggest improvement is the iron crotch skill.

Wang Wuwai's kung fu is far superior to him, so he can naturally give him more pointers. Some tricks seem simple, but he will never think of them until he points them out.

For example, this iron crotch skill.

The same transfer of Qi and blood to warm and nourish, after Wang Wu's guidance, the progress has been accelerated by several tenths.

"Good is good, bad is bad! Since you want to practice martial arts, you kid, you should keep your bad spirit, and you can't be too evil or too good."

As Wang Wu said, he took out his pocket and threw it to Yang Jian:
"I went down the mountain last night and brought back your bounty money! Click on a little bit, it looks like a lot."

"My lord is righteous."

Yang Jue was in a better mood, took the money bag and weighed it.

Really start counting.

Wang Wu stared at him, and Tan Hong, who also received the bounty, smiled wryly.

How can there be any reason to check face to face?
"Money and goods are equal, and the old and the old are not deceived. Don't want too much, but don't do too little."

Yang Qiu leaned against the birch tree, and when he opened it, he shouted:
"Is the amount wrong? Why are there still some bottles and cans? Gold sore medicine? Or something?"

"What, just silver?"

Wang Wu scolded angrily:
"Things without vision! Let me tell you, what's in this bottle and jar is the real good thing! Warming and nourishing blood energy, increasing inner energy, medicine for internal and external injuries!
There is no way, and you will never even think about buying it in your life! "

"Warming and nourishing blood energy, increasing internal energy? Sure enough, it is a good practice among the Gongmen, and there are such good things."

Hearing this, Yang Jue's eyes lit up.

A few days ago, he had already repaired the "Old Mother Xianger Convincing Record" to the third level, but unfortunately, limited by the level of blood exchange, he could not progress any further.

What he cares most at this time is to warm and nourish the blood energy and increase the internal energy.

The former determines the height of his internal and external training, while the latter determines the power and durability of his various martial arts.

but……

"Golden sore medicine, there is no need."

"Ok?"

After receiving two bottles of golden sore medicine, Wang Wu raised his eyebrows:

"There is no one in the rivers and lakes who doesn't get stabbed? Are you sure you don't want to?"

"Switch to one that warms and nourishes the blood. If it breaks the skin, why is it worth wasting medicine?"

Putting away the package, Yang Jue felt a little bit about trying now.

It can make Wang Wuzhen pay more attention, this thing should be useful anyway.

"Give you."

Dumped two porcelain bottles in the past.

After both of them finished counting, Wang Wu nodded, took out another package, and handed it to Yang Yu:

"Here are the pensions of those brothers, you take it, and send it up after you return to the city..."

"Aren't you going back to the city, my lord?"

Tan Hong's complexion changed.

Yang Ju was startled for a moment, then thought of something.

"Just now, I went back to the cottage to have a look. As I expected, someone dug the grave and counted the dead bodies."

Wang Wu was expressionless.

Tan Hong's face was ugly: "My lord thinks they are looking for our corpses?"

"Yes or no, I won't be able to go back to the city with you this time."

Wang Wu's tone was cold and firm, loudly saying:
"Even if there is an emergency, if I don't show up, no one will dare to touch you two."

"it is good."

After taking the package solemnly, Yang Jian asked about Heishan City again.

"Besides Wang Fobao, don't trust anyone."

Wang Wu said decisively.

"Heishan has become what it is today, Wang Fobao is probably to blame, right?"

Tan Hong gritted his teeth.

After this incident, he who didn't like the Heishan county government already had a little dislike for it.

"As far as the muddy water in Heishan County is concerned, even if Wang Fobao is covered in iron, how many nails can he drive?"

Wang Wu shook his head:
"You underestimate the county magistrate too much."

As he said that, his eyes fell on Yang Yu: "Six arts of Confucianism, Liu Wenpeng is the best at shooting. Anyone who underestimates him will die."

Yang Yu was shocked.

Before, he really wanted to visit Liu's mansion in the middle of the night to shave the county magistrate's head and cut his throat.

"People don't fight with officials, remember, remember."

Seeing that Yang Ju didn't speak, Wang Wu gave another warning.

He knew that this kid was not a law-abiding master.

"I've always obeyed the law, don't worry, my lord."

Yang Yu smiled.

"Okay, you guys go back."

Wang Wu waved his hand and was about to leave.

"and many more."

Yang Ju called Wang Wu again, and asked him if he had any unused weapons, or some old antiques.

"The unused ones are naturally sold, who wants to keep those many waste items?"

Wang Wu shook his sleeves impatiently and wanted to leave.

Tan Hong, who had been frowning all this time, raised his head and said solemnly:

"My lord, if the whole family moves to Anding County, how much money will it cost?"

"Ok?"

……

When there were more than ten people, no one saw them off.

There were two people when they came, but many people greeted them.

Sitting in the official sedan chair, Yang Jian felt disgusted for a while, and the idea of ​​shaving the head and throat of this "three-foot" county magistrate became more and more serious in his heart.

It's just this thought, when he caught a glimpse behind the three-foot Liu, the old man with gray beard, hair and clothes, immediately disappeared.

Master!

Yang Ju lowered his head and became vigilant in his heart.

The oppression that this old Taoist gave him was much heavier than that of Wang Wu.

'This Taoist has a faint smell on his body. Could it be that he is practicing the legendary Poison Kung Fu? '

Yang Jue's mind was full of distracting thoughts.

The county magistrate, who is a kind of gentle Confucian scholar, said apologetically that his two sons were playful, but they killed these people.

I have already reprimanded Yunyun a few words.

Yang Ju resisted the urge to cut his throat. After listening, it was almost dusk.

The two were about to leave when the county magistrate asked about the packages on their bodies:
"Law of the Ming Dynasty, all the stolen goods of prisoners, thieves and bandits, no matter who captures them, will be confiscated..."

"Ok?"

Yang Jue almost couldn't hold back, his chest rose and fell for a moment, and then he smiled and offered the package:

"Of course Catcher Wang took those belongings, here are only some clothes..."

Both of them sneered in their hearts.

Who knows the name of Sanchi Liu?

Who dares to come to the door with gold and silver?
Long before entering the city, the two had already hidden their money.

"Where?"

After casually flipping through the clothes in the two packages, Liu Wenpeng waved his hands with great interest, and let them go back.

"Brother Tan, even if you want to leave, don't leave these few days."

After leaving the gate of Liu Mansion, Yang Qiu whispered something.

Tan Hong nodded solemnly, and he also smelled a more dangerous atmosphere in the city than before January.

"Liu Wenpeng..."

Yang Jue let out a deep breath.

Looking away from the corner of the eye, he saw the old Taoist who suspected of practicing poison kung fu at the gate of the mansion, who seemed to be waiting for someone, and seemed to be watching him.

With a thought in my heart, I quickened my pace and left.

"What does this kid seem to guess?"

Guan Shanshui said calmly.

"A young man who just changed his blood, is it worth caring?"

Inside the mansion gate, Liu Wenpeng came slowly:

"Brother Guan Dao, please walk around the city these few days. If you see Wang Wu, you must capture him! If there is any obstacle, kill him without mercy!"

Guan Shanshui's eyes flickered: "What if Wang Fobao blocks it?"

"No, he's not Wang Wu."

Liu Wenpeng smiled upon hearing this:
"Our head catcher is very smart."

　Good night ha.This period is too much, it will pass soon.I recommend a book, "Irregular Blind Date" by my friend Naihe Xiaowangchuan, I think it's very good, it's very good.

　
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