The first cause of all realms

Chapter 64

The foundation of immortality...

Supernatural Seeds.

When he got home, Yang prison was still a little bit surprised.

Folklore myths and story-telling novels tend to spread widely, especially in this world that lacks entertainment.

Naturally, Yang Ju had also heard about various legends in this world.

It's just that legends are just legends, and he never thought that he would be connected with legends...

"Level diagram..."

Without disturbing her mother-in-law, he carefully closed the door. After Yang Qiu recovered for a while, he sat down cross-legged and began to practice Iron Crotch Kung Fu.

Among the many martial arts he knows, the iron crotch skill progresses the slowest, followed by Lao Mu Fu Qi Lu.

Even though the martial arts on the ingredients refined by the cauldron of gluttony fit him very well, and he practiced every day, the time was too short after all.

The third layer was only halfway through, barely covering the neck.

After a long time, when the inner energy was exhausted, the oil lamp was blown out, and then Yang Jue put on his clothes and held his sword in his arms and lay down on the bed.

Slightly closing his eyes, he entered the Cauldron of Gluttony.

Still a dark place with only a few gleams of light, Yang Jue took advantage of the twilight of the progress bar on the tripod wall to carefully look at the ghost sword.

"Is this ghost-headed sword what Lianshengjiao is looking for? I actually got it a long time ago?"

Yang Jue thought in his mind.

Start to analyze the message on this ghost-headed sword.

There were too many things these few days, which made him overwhelmed. Although he learned a lot of uncommon slang from Li Eryi, he still didn't have time to analyze this ghostly sword.

But at this time, after careful study and analysis, he found something strange.

This 'Picture of the Ranks of Ghosts, Gods and Chief Stars of the Ten Capitals' is not at all the magical secret book that the four generations of Wei He's ancestors and grandchildren thought.

The whole article is written in extremely obscure terms, and there is no record related to martial arts.

"Make meritorious deeds and become immortals, meet immortals to increase life, corpses become immortals? Is this another Taoist term? I can barely understand the first two terms?"

Yang Ji felt a little headache.

Without a teacher, without a guide, how easy is it to analyze the things left thousands of years ago or even more on your own?
This is like a layman who has just read a few books in his previous life and wanted to analyze the ancient documents written in oracle bone inscriptions.

Even if you can understand word for word, it is difficult to understand the specific meaning of these words in that era.

"It's not so much a treasure, it's better to say it's a myth, but if what the fat man said is true, then I should be missing something..."

After a long time, Yang Jue let go of the ghost sword, but he had a guess in his mind:

"Perhaps, only by finding the things in the prison can we completely solve this mystery?"

Except for some incomprehensible terms, he roughly read the Kuixing rank map.

This ancient Taoist text records a deity named 'Kuixing' who slays demons and subdues all kinds of strange deeds.

Bizarre, weird and magical.

Yang Qiu felt a little helpless, but he was not discouraged.

Four generations of Weihe have not deciphered something for more than 100 years, how could he decipher it in a few days?

The meat is in the pot, are you afraid that you won’t be able to eat it in your mouth?

only……

"It's more reliable to collect all the recipes..."

Yang Ju scanned the many ingredients in the cauldron.

Counting the iron wrench finger he just got, he was only three pieces away, and he could collect all the recipes that also had the name of Ten Capitals.

Nine bulls and two tigers...

call!
Holding the knife in his hand, while dancing slowly, Yang Juan gradually let go of his distracting thoughts, and practiced the knife calmly.

Even if there is something in his heart, he is still the same as before, without any slack.

……

Although he found someone to do the work, Yang Qiu couldn't help but go to the big prison early the next morning.

It's a pity that I searched again and again inside and out, but still found nothing.

It's just that there are more and more new faces in the prison.

After leaving the big prison, Yang prison was slightly disappointed, but not too surprised, and went to the blacksmith shop on North Street instead.

In the blacksmith's shop filled with the smell of smoke and fire, a group of big men with bare torsos kept knocking on the red hot iron stone.

"Brother Yang is here?"

The tall blacksmith shopkeeper greeted him with a smile, pointed to several hemp bags in the corner, and said:

"Two hundred catties of iron beads, including pig iron, wrought iron, and iron, as well as bronze, brass, copper, etc., a total of 28 kinds."

"It's laborious."

Yang Jue bowed his hands to thank him and paid the money.

Limited by technology, making iron beads is much more troublesome than ordinary farm tools and swords, let alone his requirements are more.

This shopkeeper can be regarded as a kind person.

"You're welcome."

Weighing the silver bag, the shopkeeper smiled more and more:

"I don't know if my brother wants anything else? I see that your waist knife seems to have a gap, do you need to make one?"

"No need."

Yang prison refused.

The armor of the yamen servants is considered to be a rare item in the yamen that has not been deducted.

Although this waist knife has a bit of a curved edge, it is still better than the sword in the blacksmith shop.

After finishing speaking, he picked up the two cloth bags in the corner, turned and left.

"This little brother is really strong."

A new apprentice was wiping his sweat and smacking his tongue.

He had also weighed those two cloth bags before, and they probably weighed around three hundred catties, but they seemed to have no weight in Yang Jue's hands.

"Do your job!"

The shopkeeper glared at him, and was about to go back to the house, when a few more tightly wrapped men walked in.

Snapped!
Without waiting for the shopkeeper to ask questions, a heavy ingot of gold has already been slapped onto the table:

"How many swords do you have, how many do I want!"

"Big business!"

The shopkeeper was a little bit guilty, but seeing the gold in front of him, his eyes still brightened, and he stepped forward with a smile.

……

When he got home, Yang Jian rarely went to practice, but chatted with his mother-in-law.

After half a year passed, the old woman also recovered, and she was no longer as depressed as before, but what caused Yang Qiu a headache.

She didn't know who had listened to the bewitchment, and she actually had the idea of ​​proposing marriage for herself and starting a family.

"Mother-in-law is getting old, and you are going to start a family after all. The girl in the family at the alley is good. Although she is a little fatter, it is better to have a baby, isn't it?"

The old woman smiled and took Yang Qiu's hand.

"This, this is not in a hurry, is it?"

Yang Qiu was a little bit on the wax, and after a while, he really couldn't stop his mother-in-law from talking like this, so he could only find an excuse to go back to the room.

While practicing the method of subduing qi, he swallowed various metal beads one by one, feeling the changes in the cauldron of gluttony.

With the increase of ingredients, the shortcoming of the too slow progress of the gluttony cauldron's energy storage is still exposed.

Yang prison had no choice but to taste various metals.

Pig iron, wrought iron, tin iron, bronze, brass, red copper... After trying more than 20 kinds of metals in succession, Yang Jue found some headaches.

The most suitable ones are actually gold and silver.

"Where are you the cauldron of gluttony, you are clearly a gold-swallowing beast..."

Yang Gui gritted his teeth a little bit.

He does have some money in his hand, but not to mention the daily expenses, the gap in the exchange of medicinal materials is huge.

There is really no spare money to feed the cauldron of gluttony.

In normal times, he could use other metals instead, but at a slower pace, but now Montenegro City is getting more and more uneven.

He also had to prepare.

The ingredients have to be refined, isn't it necessary for the recipe?
The cold wind blew up, and the dark clouds covered the moon. It was the time when everything was silent, and Yang Jue went out quietly, and walked towards Liu's mansion under the cover of night.

Soon, in an alley, I saw Wang Wu waiting.

(End of this chapter)