The first cause of all realms

Chapter 7 Advances by leaps and bounds!

After eating stones for a year, Yang Jue certainly knew that if he swallowed the stones, they would be absorbed by the cauldron of gluttony and would not stay in his stomach.

Only a ray of heat will be left to spread throughout the body and replenish physical strength.

But a stone is a stone after all, not to mention the extremely poor taste, but it is definitely not a human being who can enjoy it.

Therefore, even if he knew in the past that it was to open the cauldron of gluttony, Yang Yu still had a lot of resistance in his heart.

But lying on the bed at this moment, with a sullen face, he quickly ate a bag of rocks to the bottom like he was eating fried beans.

I was so dry and hot from eating that I closed my eyes.

hum~
The light and shadow changed, and Yang Ju came to the black cauldron again.

Unlike the first time, looking at the progress bar on the cauldron wall, he felt at ease, with a great sense of security flowing in his heart.

"External knife practice seems to affect the progress bar..."

Looking at the decimal point behind the progress bar, Yang Jue was thoughtful.

Without delay, he picked up the only thing in the cauldron, the broken knife, and began to swing the knife according to the memory in his mind.

Swing the knife again.

Soon, he was immersed in it, forgetting the passage of time.

Yang Yu found that with the foundation, his 'refining' became faster, and he woke up within one night.

This also means that his refining of Broken Knife has reached one-fifth.

"The old man is really not a master..."

Yang Ju woke up leisurely, looked at the sky that was about to light up, and thought in his heart:

"Old man Wei is right. The essence of saber technique is 'stable, accurate, and ruthless'. Maybe you need to add the word "fast?"

After eating another half bag of stones in a leisurely manner, Yang Jue got up, tidied up a little, then got up to light the fire, wash the rice, and cook.

When the sky just dawned, I informed my mother-in-law and got up to go to the inner city.

At the yamen, Yang Jue took a long vacation and got up early, so he naturally wanted to go to Old Man Wei's place.

After a night of refining, his spirit is still very good, he has eaten enough stones, and his physical strength is even more abundant, but the fly in the ointment is.

His voice was hoarse.

A stone is a stone, even if it is boiled, it still hurts the throat.

"Little brat, did you come so early?"

Hearing the knock on the door, Wei He shouted cursingly: "Wangcai, open the door!"

"Squeak~"

The half-grey-haired old monkey jumped down from the tree and opened the door. He bared his teeth and paws at Yang Qiu for a while before returning to the tree.

Yang Jue smiled wryly and entered the door.

Old man Wei yawned, cursed and went out with his clothes on. Seeing that it was Yang Jian, he was not surprised, and pointed to the kitchen:
"Go and push the tofu in the kitchen, remember, it should be thinner."

"Yes."

Yang Jue responded with a hoarse voice. During his one-year apprenticeship, although he didn't come many times, he still pushed tofu.

This is one of the ways to practice 'steadiness'.

In the past, he was not happy to do this job, but now that he thinks about it, he feels that he has made a big mistake.

The knife is not stable, even if you practice the knife technique, it is of no use.

"Don't use a kitchen knife."

Old man Wei suddenly made a sound, pointed to a big knife outside the firewood room, and said, "Use that one."

"what?"

Yang Qiu was a little dumbfounded.

That knife is not for chopping firewood, but for Hu Wan to train his strength, maybe it must weigh thirty or fifty catties.

Use this knife to cut tofu?
"What? Scared?"

Wei He glanced at Yang Ju faintly: "The ones you handed in are enough for you to study for a year. After one year, you will not be my disciple..."

There are not many people who come to Weihe to learn martial arts. Compared with the crowds of other martial arts halls, it can even be said to be deserted.

The reason for this is not only because of his status as an executioner, but also because his fees are very expensive.

Apprentices are expensive, and disciples are even more expensive.

And it’s still a yearly calculation.

It is also because his fees are too expensive, and he only pushes tofu, winter melon, and chopping firewood every day, so fewer and fewer people come before Yang Prison.

Paying others to do chores, this matter was left in the previous life, but it would be hung on the street lamp.

"it is good."

Yang Ju took a deep breath, stepped forward and reached for the big knife.

"It's so heavy, how do you cut tofu?"

Yang Yu's expression changed.

His physique is much stronger than that of youngsters of the same age, so it's not that he can't lift the fifty-pound knife, but it's hard to walk with the knife.

How to push tofu?
"Hurry up."

Wei He yawned and urged.

He had no choice but to grit his teeth and walk into the kitchen.

Weihe's courtyard is not very big, apart from the small martial arts practice area in the main courtyard, the biggest one is the kitchen.

At this time, the door panel was like a chopping board, with at least three to five hundred catties of tofu placed on it.

"It's all cut."

Wei He gave some instructions and went straight back to the house.

"call!"

Putting down the big knife, Yang Jue relieved his arm, took a deep breath, and then lifted the big knife horizontally so that it was parallel to his forearm.

Start cutting the tofu.

With two times of experience in refining knife skills, Yang Jue naturally had no problem pushing tofu, but he couldn't stand it anymore after cutting less than ten pieces.

Putting down the knife, he gasped for breath.

"No, it's too heavy..."

Yang Jue leaned on the big knife, saw no one around, swallowed a few stones one after another, regained his physical strength a bit, and started pushing again.

So, again and again, until all the tofu was pushed into thin slices, Yang Ji was almost limp on the ground, sweating profusely.

Although swallowing stones can restore a small amount of physical strength, but this is a stone, not a fairy bean, so the muscle soreness will still exist.

After resting for a while, Yang Jue dragged his knife out of the kitchen. At this time, there were already a few scattered people in the yard.

Hu Wan was also among them, and he was recommending stone grinders to train his strength.

Seeing Yang Jue come out of the kitchen dragging the knife, he suddenly smiled: "Junior Brother Yang, is my knife easy to use?"

Before Yang Jue could reply, Wei He's scolding sound came from inside the house:

"What? This gave up?"

Dang bang.

Yang Juan dropped the knife and rubbed his wrist: "It's all been cut."

"Finished?"

Wei He jumped out angrily, cursing and saying: "You boy will not ruin the old man's tofu, will you?"

While speaking, he has already entered the kitchen.

Yang Ju looked at it, his eyes brightened slightly, Wei He was over sixty years old and limped again, but the speed was very fast and smooth.

"Could it be light work or something?"

Yang Ju forgot the soreness on his body, and felt a little itchy in his heart.

If there is any martial art that he wants to learn the most, it must be light work, but I don't know if there is the kind of light work he imagined.

"You cut this all?!"

Going out again, Wei He's complexion had already darkened, and he looked at Hu Wan: "Can you help?"

"No, no, no."

Hu Wan staggered, and Shi Nian almost hit his face.

"Did you really cut it?"

Wei He's complexion improved, but it was still unbelievable.

Although pushing tofu is only a basic skill, but this kid's basic skill is a bit too solid.

"Yes."

Yang Ju's heart tightened slightly, but he still nodded.

He has no intention of hiding his clumsiness, firstly, his little skill is nothing among the crowd, and secondly, his current situation is not suitable for hiding clumsiness.

Only by presenting yourself properly can you get the attention of others.

"Junior Brother Yang, did you push the tofu with my knife? Have you finished pushing?"

Hu Wan came back to his senses, put down the stone roller, and went to the kitchen to have a look.

Looking back at Yang Ju, the eyes in his eyes changed: "Good boy, Lao Hu, I actually misjudged my eyes..."

Of course Hu Wan knew the difficulty of pushing tofu with the knife he made himself.

He has ten years of experience in butchering pigs, but it took him three years to push tofu with this knife. This Yang Prison has only learned knife for a year, right?
"not bad."

Seeing the disciples gathered around, Wei He reluctantly made a comment, and then turned towards the room: "Come early tomorrow, so you don't have to cut tofu."

Yang Yu nodded hurriedly.

Turning his back, Wei He stroked his beard with his hands, but his eyes were still a bit puzzled.

Why didn't I realize that this kid is still a genius seed...

For the next day, Yang Qiu hung out with Hu Wan and the others, either building up his strength or practicing sword skills, and stayed until evening to return home.

The small bag of stones he carried has been eaten up.

This night, Yang Jue was still 'refining' the broken knife.

Maybe it's because of the foundation, or maybe it's difficult to get started, but it's easier later on. Yang Jue's refining progress has improved by leaps and bounds.

Soon, it was more than half.

And because he ate rocks crazily these past few days, the cauldron of gluttony did not continue to fade, which made Yang prison heave a sigh of relief.

There was nothing to say all night, and early the next morning, Yang prison was the first to arrive again.

Although Wei He said that he didn't need to cut the tofu, he still went into the kitchen and cut hundreds of catties of tofu at the cost of a bag of stones.

Wei He was hugging the old monkey and basking in the sun, when he saw Yang Jian coming out, he waved him casually, motioning for him to come over.

"If you have a steady hand, you will be able to guarantee your accuracy."

Wei He shook the reclining chair, half-closed his eyes and said, "Last time, I said what is the third requirement for learning a knife?"

Yang Yue's heart tightened, and he replied:

"ruthless."

squeak~
The rocking chair stopped, and old man Wei's eyes were gloomy, with a coolness that made Yang Jue a little hairy:

"Tonight, let the old man take a look?"

"what?"

Yang Yu was taken aback.

Old man Wei got up slowly, pacing with his hands behind his back: "The old man is an executioner, if you want to learn the old man's martial arts, of course you have to..."

"kill!"

(End of this chapter)