Chapter 77 Three Thousand Years Ago (First Update)

Chapter 77 Three thousand years ago... (First update)

The official road in the cold wind was extremely deserted.

In front of the simple mound, the old servant kowtowed tremblingly, his eyes red, and his tears almost dried up.

"Master, please forgive me for not even daring to erect a tombstone for you..."

The old servant kowtowed heavily.

Hearing the sound coming from the carriage on the side of the road, his face tightened and he turned around.

In the carriage, Liu Qingqing lay lifeless, his eyes dull and lifeless.

"Young Master, go and kowtow to the Master."

The old servant sighed:

"No matter what, the Master never treated you badly when he was alive. You are his only son. No matter what, you have to send him off..."

He did not blame Liu Qingqing for throwing away the Master's body, because he could see that Liu Qingqing had already collapsed and was almost crazy at that time. He didn't want to live anymore, so how could he care about anything else.

"The only son..."

Liu Qingqing's eyes moved: "He has another son."

"Liu Zuo? He's a beast! As soon as the master got into trouble, he disappeared with all the money and property."

The old slave was shaking with anger.

Liu Wenpeng had a high opinion of himself. He didn't even look down on the peasant girl in this small county town. He didn't even want to touch her, let alone let her have children.

Liu Qingqing was his only son.

"The master has always loved you."

Seeing that Liu Qingqing was indifferent, the old slave knelt down and begged, with a pleading face: "Young Master, please send the master off..."

Liu Qingqing closed his eyes in pain.

The old slave sighed in disappointment, and when he trembled and pulled the reins, Liu Qingqing struggled to get up, staggered, and almost fell.

"Young Master?"

The old slave's face changed: "Then, the old executioner broke your internal energy?!"

Liu Qingqing pushed away the old slave's supporting palm, staggered in the cold wind, knelt in front of the mound, and remained silent for a long time.

I don't know how long it has been.

"Ten thousand miles of silver, a hundred houses, a thousand acres of fertile land...what's the use?"

Liu Qingqing kowtowed nine times with tears, his face wooden.

I just felt that everything in the world seemed to have lost its meaning.

After bidding farewell to his father, he returned to the carriage. The old slave kowtowed three more times from a distance, and then led the horse away.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly heard a rustling sound coming from the carriage, and his heart "clicked" and turned around to look.

Seeing messy hair all over the ground, Liu Qingqing used his hand as a knife to pull out his long hair.

There was blood on his head, but he showed a relieved smile on his face.

"Young Master!"

...

Yang Yu slept for a long, fragrant, and relaxed sleep.

He stretched his waist slightly, and there was a popping sound all over his body, and his body was full of energy to the point of exploding.

"Although the supernatural power is good, people can't bear it..."

After taking a few iron beans and swallowing them, Yang Yuchang took a long breath, and there was still a stinging pain all over his body, as if he had been trampled by a herd of cattle.

The supernatural power had no sequelae, but compared to the King Zhao of the Western Palace, his body was indeed a little fragile, so he seemed to be overwhelmed.

After swallowing a lot of iron beans in succession, Yang Yu felt better.

"This gourd..."

Spreading out his palm, the purple gold gourd the size of a child's fist was already dim.

Although he fell asleep, Yang Yu did not let go of his hand, and the knife in his arms was also tightly held, so naturally no one could pry his hand open.

"Just for this gourd..."

Looking at this gourd of unknown origin, Yang Yu turned his mind and sensed the Gluttony Cauldron.

Sure enough, the purple-gold light in the Gluttony Cauldron was shining brightly.

The many ingredients he collected were scattered by the impact of the light, and they all avoided it.

Only the ghost-headed broadsword and the purple-gold gourd were tightly stuck together, circling each other, as if they had some resonance.

"Sure enough."

Yang Yu's spirit was slightly shaken, and he had entered the gluttony cauldron.

The faint light of the words on the cauldron wall was covered by the bright light, but it was still clearly visible.

Before he could take a closer look, Grandma Yang, who heard the movement, came into the house with food: "Xiao Yu, eat something."

The old woman was in a bad spirit and was obviously frightened.

"I'm sorry to have worried you."

Yang Yu held the purple-gold gourd and hurried forward to take the food.

Physical strength does not come out of thin air. After a night of fighting and two days without food, even if he ate some iron beans, he was still very hungry.

He wolfed down the food and was still hungry.

"Eat slowly, don't choke."

The old woman hurriedly went to get the food again, and looked at Yang Yu with a distressed and worried look as he ate more than ten times the usual amount of food.

While eating, the old woman talked about what happened in the past few days.

On the day of the Liansheng Rebellion, the city was in chaos, with burning, killing and looting everywhere. Hu Wan and a group of butchers huddled together to protect their wives and children.

After a night, he was carried back by Hu Wan, and he had slept for a day and a half.

"A day and a half..."

Yang Yu was a little worried, so he ate a meal in a hurry, and then carried a bag of iron beans and chewed on the way.

More than a day had passed, and there was still the smell of gunpowder in the city, and some places still had unextinguished flames. The streets were miserable, and every household had closed their doors.

But there were also unstoppable sobs.

Yang Yu sighed silently.

His movements were not slow, but human power was limited. He could only kill the chief culprit, but he could not take care of the whole city.

With a sigh in his heart, the words in the Gluttony Cauldron appeared in the corner of his eyes:

[Kui Xing Rank Chart]

[Level: Ten Capitals (Extreme)]

[Quality: Extreme (Extreme)]

[Evaluation: Created by heaven and earth, a rare treasure that gathers the essence, a secret treasure inherited from the Shinto. ]

[You can get the ‘Top Star of the Ten Capital Ranks’ by taking it]

[Ingredients required: Purple-gold evil-swallowing treasure gourd (already owned), Seven-star Longyuan ghost-killing sword, evil-suppressing seal]

[Note: To refine this recipe, you need to surrender your heart, perform a ceremony, light up the life map, and refine the level in four steps. If you make a mistake, you will be in great danger]

[The Cauldron of Gluttony has insufficient energy and cannot be refined]

"Rank, Kuixing, surrender his heart, perform rituals, light up the life chart, refine the rank..."

When he opened his eyes, Yang Yu had a slight headache.

He knew all these words, but when combined together, it was a bit incomprehensible to him.

However, this also matched what he heard from the fat man at the Six Gate Stronghold before, something that Wang Wu thought did not exist.

Now it was in his hands.

"I have to find what Liansheng taught me."

After calming down, Yang Yu temporarily suppressed his thoughts.

After passing through a few streets, we saw crowds gathering. A group of butchers headed by Hu Wan held a porridge stall and gave porridge to the people affected by the disaster.

Zhu Shisan led a group of government officials to maintain order.

Seeing Yang Prison, Li Eryi appeared out of nowhere and talked about what happened after he fell asleep.

"That master of yours is really a character."

Li Eryi clicked his lips.

Although the Liansheng Cult's rebellion was extinguished, there were still bandits escaping in the city, taking advantage of the fire and looting.

Plus there are fires and corpses everywhere.

Such a troublesome matter can be sorted out in just a day or two, which shows Wei He's methods.

Of course, there are naturally a lot of people in the middle.

The prison was burned down and there was a serious shortage of manpower. Wei He took action decisively and killed batch after batch of robbers who took advantage of the situation.

The hot hand scared everyone.

"Where's the master?"

Yang Prison asked.

"It should be at the county government office."

Li Eryi replied: "He has been organizing government affairs at the county government these days, and he also collected the things I collected."

Yang Yu nodded and walked towards the county government office.

After a day or two, word spread about what happened that night. Everyone he met on the way to the county government stepped aside in awe to make way for him.

Many people knelt down and thanked him when they saw him.

Yang Yu had a slight headache and walked quickly into the Yamen lobby.

The originally empty lobby was now in a mess, almost full of all kinds of debris. Wei He sat cross-legged on the debris, looking at a yellowed ancient book with a solemn expression.

"That thing is in your hand, right?"

Seeing Yang Yu come in, Wei He put down the scroll.

"Master, do you know what this is?"

Yang Yu hesitated for a moment, then opened his palm, revealing the dull purple gold gourd.

The Cauldron of Gluttony has absorbed its essence, and the gourd as a carrier is not of great significance to him.

"According to the book, this thing is called the Purple Gold Swallowing Evil Treasure Gourd..."

Wei He shook his head and handed the scroll to Yang Yu. He hesitated to speak and sighed:

"This thing is a bit hot..."

Yang Yu frowned and took the yellowed ancient scroll.

After a brief glance, he realized that this thing was much hotter than he thought.

"Three thousand years ago, Emperor Qin conquered Liuhe and unified the world. He once searched all over the world to find the trace of the fairy. Although he failed in the end, in a sense, he succeeded..."

Wei He slowly told:

"Later generations call this thing 'Tao Fruit', 'The Foundation for Immortality', 'Meritors', 'Tao Fruit' and 'Rank'... According to legend, it contains the path to immortality and the method of becoming an immortal."

In the past two days, he collected all the things left by Liu Wenpeng and the Liansheng Cult, compared them with the Jin Yiwei's secret reports, and saw many things that were a bit unbelievable even to him.

At this time, I was also doubtful.

"It's Emperor Qin again..."

Looking at the records in the book, Yang Yu felt as if he was reading another encyclopedia of myths.

This ancient scroll, which is full of ideas, records all kinds of bizarre things, and the most important thing among them is the gods.

And these ‘Tao fruits’ are evidence of the existence of gods.

If other people were to read it, the things in this book would be simply false.

But Yang Yu held the Dao Fruit, and many things in this book could explain some terms in the Cauldron of Gluttony, so he had no choice but to believe it.

For example, it is said in the book.

If a person wants to become a god, he needs to find the Taoist Fruit, and it is said that he also has to go through some processes, and this process is the same as the four steps of surrendering his heart on the Cauldron of Gluttony, performing rituals, lighting up his destiny chart, and refining his rank.

Coincidentally!

"According to what this book says, Emperor Qin called eight hundred alchemists into the palace and later killed them all in order to preserve the secret. However, one of the alchemists escaped, which eventually became one of the reasons for the downfall of the Qin Dynasty."

Wei He's expression became more and more serious:

"I didn't want to believe this at first, but one of the people mentioned in it made me believe it..."

Raising his head, Yang Yu's eyes flashed:

"Lu Chen?"

"good!"

Wei He nodded:

"According to Jin Yiwei's information, this Lu Chen should be the first Martial Saint, and can even be said to be the only Martial Saint!"

Thirteen blood exchanges and five levels of foundation building.

After thirteen blood exchanges and passing through the five levels of Ox, Tiger, Elephant, Dragon and Furnace, the warrior's Qi and blood can reach the heaven and earth. At this point, he is a Martial Saint.

But in fact, after Lu Chen, there was no second Martial Saint for nearly three thousand years.

It wasn't until four hundred years ago that the second Martial Saint appeared.

After that, in just four hundred years, martial saints appeared one after another, and now there are twelve martial saints in the world.

"Martial Saint..."

Yang Yu's eyes condensed.

He remembered that in the Liujishan battlefield, Zhang Xuanba seemed to have said that he and Li Yuan were both martial saints.

"This book says that the reason why the younger generation of warriors cannot become martial saints is because the world does not allow it..."

Wei He paused slightly:

"And according to what this book says, the martial saint is also called..."

"Huh!"

Yang Yu closed the ancient scroll and slowly exhaled:

"Ten cities..."

First update, continue typing. Target, three updates!