Chapter 1019
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Mortal river!
Ye Chu learned this by accident one day. Yu Gang and others are called holy river, but the disciples of the five holy mountains are called mortal river.
The three words "mortal River" shook Ye Chu, and ye Chu could not be calm. He went to the Xia region just for the mortal River, but he didn't think that this river was!
According to the map, there is holy liquid in the mortal river. But with Ye Chu's experience of taking four holy liquids, he didn't find any breath in them.
If it is really like a map, there is a thin spring flowing out into the river. It's no surprise that the villagers living here can have such miraculous effects that everyone can live to 150.
Because the river is mixed with holy liquid, it's not surprising how magical it is. But the problem is that ye Chusi didn't feel a trace of holy liquid breath at all.
"How can this happen? Is it true that only mortals can feel the effect of absorbing holy liquid? We can't do it? If so, how can we explain the magical effect of water boiling medicine?"
Ye Chu couldn't understand it and could only explore the river every day. But as the days passed, nothing was gained.
In these days, Yu Bo brews several bowls of liquid medicine to him every day. With Ye Chu taking care of himself every day, his body is mostly better, but his face is still pale.
Ye Chu has also integrated into this simple town these days, and is familiar with the people of this town. This simple and indisputable life is an extravagant expectation for ye Chu, so he is extremely rare. Playing an ordinary person here, he feels the warmth here.
And the disciples who lived in the five holy mountains without worldly strife came here and completely broke it. The five holy places came with horses. They were fierce and scared. I don't know how many shops were overturned in the streets of the town. A wide range of shops were scattered everywhere, trodden by horses and crushed.
These disciples of the holy mountain stood in the center of the street and shouted at the town with their strength: "monthly tax, ten kilograms of ointment, quickly take it up, and those who are less than a penny will die!"
The other party was arrogant, and ye Chu was holding xiaoyu'er in the farmhouse at the moment. He frowned slightly at the sound. Yu Bo was carrying a snake skin bag and hurried out of the house.
When ye Chu saw it, he couldn't help asking, "Yu Bo, what are you doing?"
"The disciples of the holy mountain have come to collect taxes. They should hand in the ointment quickly so as not to make him difficult!" Yu Bo spoke as he ran.
Ye Chu was puzzled and asked xiaoyu'er to stay at home. He also followed Yu Bo out and saw a group of people standing in the center of the street. Every farmer threw them a snake skin bag. They weighed it with their hands and then put it away.
Yu Bo hurried to them, bowed and said, "Sir, this is the tax this month!"
As a result, the holy mountain disciple opened it and nodded, indicating that Yu Bo could go.
Hearing this sentence, Yu Bo breathed a sigh of relief, and then left.
"Bold! Dare to take such inferior products and hand them over!" Not long after Yu Bo left, the holy mountain disciple roared, and the whip was directly drawn on the villagers who came to hand in the ointment.
Ye Chu looked at the villager. He also knew him. He was an old yellow head in the west of the town. His family was two. His son was torn and bitten off one of his legs by a fierce beast when he went up the mountain last month. Now he is paralyzed in bed. The whole family depends on old Huang Tou to go up the mountain to collect medicine for food.
Old Huang tou had a hard time. He had to collect medicine to support two people, take care of his son, and stabilize his son's injury. The cost was amazing.
It is also because of this that the people in this town take good care of him. Many times, things given to old Huang tou are half given and half sold. Ye Chu also secretly gave Lao Huang tou some pills from the herbs he boiled for his son, which stabilized his son's injury.
But his life was obviously very sad. An old man who was already a hundred years old was bent and was whipped, and he was directly knocked over on the ground. There was a deep blood mark on his back. The blood penetrated into his clothes from his back, palpitating his eyes, and the old yellow head screamed.
Ye Chu couldn't help coming out. An old man was drawn like this. These people really have no humanity.
As soon as ye Chu took a step, he was held by Yu Bo. Yu Bo shook his head and signaled Ye Chu to say goodbye to his impulse.
"Old man, I told you long ago that the ointment should be as thick as stones. What do you mean by being like tofu?" While talking, he whipped again and directly hit old Huang tou's face. A whip scar immediately appeared on his face, like a blood snake, which was very ferocious.
"Death!" Ye Chu couldn't help but want to fight when he saw it.
"Don't be impulsive!" Yu Bo saw that the green tendons held by Ye Chu's fist were about to flash out, and he was startled. "You can't expose your practice, otherwise they know that we harbor practitioners here, and they must have washed the town with blood. You can keep old Huang tou at this time, but what can you do after you leave? We all have to die!" Yu Bo sighed.
This sentence made Ye Chu take a deep breath, and his fist relaxed. Looking at the holy mountain disciples whipping on Lao Huang's head, ye Chu's eyes were red with blood.
Old Huang tou was bleeding all over, but no one dared to save him. I watched such a cruel and bloody scene happen in front of them.
Ye Chushen took a deep breath, looked at these people coldly, and silently said in his heart, "you don't want to live at all!"
"My Lord, this is already my limit. Please forgive me a little, and I will compensate you next month." Old Huang tou begged, knelt on the earth, and let the whip beat on his body again and again, there were blood marks, and the meat pieces turned out, extremely bloody, shocking Ye Chu couldn't bear to see, for an ordinary old man, this was too cruel.
"Hum! Old man, give 20 jin next month, or it won't be a whip." The holy mountain disciple took a whip, and then snorted, and continued to receive the ointment of others.
Old Huang tou kowtowed on the ground to thank him. Every time he kowtowed, his blood stayed and dyed the ground red.
Ye Chu looked at the old Huang tou ointment, which was not much thinner than others. If he continued to boil and dry, it would be about oneortwo gaps. But just for this oneortwo, he pulled the old yellow head like this, and ye Chu looked cold and murderous.
A king cultivator is like this to an ordinary old man. It's not too much to say that these people are crazy.
Seeing these people take away all the ointments, there was another gust of wind driving the horse, overturning countless medicine shops in the town, and the cold color at the corners of Ye Chu's mouth was thicker.
When ye Chu saw that they had left, he said to Yu Gang, "Uncle Yu, go back and look at Xiao yu'er first. I have something else to do."
"Don't be impulsive, children. You can't mess with them!" Yu Bo seemed to know what ye Chu wanted to do and said to Ye Chu.
"Yu Bo, don't worry, I have my own discretion!" Ye Chu said to Yu Bo, leaving in the opposite direction to the disciples of the holy mountain.
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Mortal river!
Ye Chu learned this by accident one day. Yu Gang and others are called holy river, but the disciples of the five holy mountains are called mortal river.
The three words "mortal River" shook Ye Chu, and ye Chu could not be calm. He went to the Xia region just for the mortal River, but he didn't think that this river was!
According to the map, there is holy liquid in the mortal river. But with Ye Chu's experience of taking four holy liquids, he didn't find any breath in them.
If it is really like a map, there is a thin spring flowing out into the river. It's no surprise that the villagers living here can have such miraculous effects that everyone can live to 150.
Because the river is mixed with holy liquid, it's not surprising how magical it is. But the problem is that ye Chusi didn't feel a trace of holy liquid breath at all.
"How can this happen? Is it true that only mortals can feel the effect of absorbing holy liquid? We can't do it? If so, how can we explain the magical effect of water boiling medicine?"
Ye Chu couldn't understand it and could only explore the river every day. But as the days passed, nothing was gained.
In these days, Yu Bo brews several bowls of liquid medicine to him every day. With Ye Chu taking care of himself every day, his body is mostly better, but his face is still pale.
Ye Chu has also integrated into this simple town these days, and is familiar with the people of this town. This simple and indisputable life is an extravagant expectation for ye Chu, so he is extremely rare. Playing an ordinary person here, he feels the warmth here.
And the disciples who lived in the five holy mountains without worldly strife came here and completely broke it. The five holy places came with horses. They were fierce and scared. I don't know how many shops were overturned in the streets of the town. A wide range of shops were scattered everywhere, trodden by horses and crushed.
These disciples of the holy mountain stood in the center of the street and shouted at the town with their strength: "monthly tax, ten kilograms of ointment, quickly take it up, and those who are less than a penny will die!"
The other party was arrogant, and ye Chu was holding xiaoyu'er in the farmhouse at the moment. He frowned slightly at the sound. Yu Bo was carrying a snake skin bag and hurried out of the house.
When ye Chu saw it, he couldn't help asking, "Yu Bo, what are you doing?"
"The disciples of the holy mountain have come to collect taxes. They should hand in the ointment quickly so as not to make him difficult!" Yu Bo spoke as he ran.
Ye Chu was puzzled and asked xiaoyu'er to stay at home. He also followed Yu Bo out and saw a group of people standing in the center of the street. Every farmer threw them a snake skin bag. They weighed it with their hands and then put it away.
Yu Bo hurried to them, bowed and said, "Sir, this is the tax this month!"
As a result, the holy mountain disciple opened it and nodded, indicating that Yu Bo could go.
Hearing this sentence, Yu Bo breathed a sigh of relief, and then left.
"Bold! Dare to take such inferior products and hand them over!" Not long after Yu Bo left, the holy mountain disciple roared, and the whip was directly drawn on the villagers who came to hand in the ointment.
Ye Chu looked at the villager. He also knew him. He was an old yellow head in the west of the town. His family was two. His son was torn and bitten off one of his legs by a fierce beast when he went up the mountain last month. Now he is paralyzed in bed. The whole family depends on old Huang Tou to go up the mountain to collect medicine for food.
Old Huang tou had a hard time. He had to collect medicine to support two people, take care of his son, and stabilize his son's injury. The cost was amazing.
It is also because of this that the people in this town take good care of him. Many times, things given to old Huang tou are half given and half sold. Ye Chu also secretly gave Lao Huang tou some pills from the herbs he boiled for his son, which stabilized his son's injury.
But his life was obviously very sad. An old man who was already a hundred years old was bent and was whipped, and he was directly knocked over on the ground. There was a deep blood mark on his back. The blood penetrated into his clothes from his back, palpitating his eyes, and the old yellow head screamed.
Ye Chu couldn't help coming out. An old man was drawn like this. These people really have no humanity.
As soon as ye Chu took a step, he was held by Yu Bo. Yu Bo shook his head and signaled Ye Chu to say goodbye to his impulse.
"Old man, I told you long ago that the ointment should be as thick as stones. What do you mean by being like tofu?" While talking, he whipped again and directly hit old Huang tou's face. A whip scar immediately appeared on his face, like a blood snake, which was very ferocious.
"Death!" Ye Chu couldn't help but want to fight when he saw it.
"Don't be impulsive!" Yu Bo saw that the green tendons held by Ye Chu's fist were about to flash out, and he was startled. "You can't expose your practice, otherwise they know that we harbor practitioners here, and they must have washed the town with blood. You can keep old Huang tou at this time, but what can you do after you leave? We all have to die!" Yu Bo sighed.
This sentence made Ye Chu take a deep breath, and his fist relaxed. Looking at the holy mountain disciples whipping on Lao Huang's head, ye Chu's eyes were red with blood.
Old Huang tou was bleeding all over, but no one dared to save him. I watched such a cruel and bloody scene happen in front of them.
Ye Chushen took a deep breath, looked at these people coldly, and silently said in his heart, "you don't want to live at all!"
"My Lord, this is already my limit. Please forgive me a little, and I will compensate you next month." Old Huang tou begged, knelt on the earth, and let the whip beat on his body again and again, there were blood marks, and the meat pieces turned out, extremely bloody, shocking Ye Chu couldn't bear to see, for an ordinary old man, this was too cruel.
"Hum! Old man, give 20 jin next month, or it won't be a whip." The holy mountain disciple took a whip, and then snorted, and continued to receive the ointment of others.
Old Huang tou kowtowed on the ground to thank him. Every time he kowtowed, his blood stayed and dyed the ground red.
Ye Chu looked at the old Huang tou ointment, which was not much thinner than others. If he continued to boil and dry, it would be about oneortwo gaps. But just for this oneortwo, he pulled the old yellow head like this, and ye Chu looked cold and murderous.
A king cultivator is like this to an ordinary old man. It's not too much to say that these people are crazy.
Seeing these people take away all the ointments, there was another gust of wind driving the horse, overturning countless medicine shops in the town, and the cold color at the corners of Ye Chu's mouth was thicker.
When ye Chu saw that they had left, he said to Yu Gang, "Uncle Yu, go back and look at Xiao yu'er first. I have something else to do."
"Don't be impulsive, children. You can't mess with them!" Yu Bo seemed to know what ye Chu wanted to do and said to Ye Chu.
"Yu Bo, don't worry, I have my own discretion!" Ye Chu said to Yu Bo, leaving in the opposite direction to the disciples of the holy mountain.
Mortal river!Ye Chu learned this by accident one day. Yu Gang and others are called holy river, but the disciples of the five holy mountains are called mortal river.The three words "mortal River" shook Ye Chu, and ye Chu could not be calm. He went to the Xia region just for the mortal River, but he didn't think that this river was!According to the map, there is holy liquid in the mortal river. But with Ye Chu's experience of taking four holy liquids, he didn't find any breath in them.If it is really like a map, there is a thin spring flowing out into the river. It's no surprise that the villagers living here can have such miraculous effects that everyone can live to 150.Because the river is mixed with holy liquid, it's not surprising how magical it is. But the problem is that ye Chusi didn't feel a trace of holy liquid breath at all."How can this happen? Is it true that only mortals can feel the effect of absorbing holy liquid? We can't do it? If so, how can we explain the magical effect of water boiling medicine?"Ye Chu couldn't understand it and could only explore the river every day. But as the days passed, nothing was gained.In these days, Yu Bo brews several bowls of liquid medicine to him every day. With Ye Chu taking care of himself every day, his body is mostly better, but his face is still pale.Ye Chu has also integrated into this simple town these days, and is familiar with the people of this town. This simple and indisputable life is an extravagant expectation for ye Chu, so he is extremely rare. Playing an ordinary person here, he feels the warmth here.And the disciples who lived in the five holy mountains without worldly strife came here and completely broke it. The five holy places came with horses. They were fierce and scared. I don't know how many shops were overturned in the streets of the town. A wide range of shops were scattered everywhere, trodden by horses and crushed.These disciples of the holy mountain stood in the center of the street and shouted at the town with their strength: "monthly tax, ten kilograms of ointment, quickly take it up, and those who are less than a penny will die!"The other party was arrogant, and ye Chu was holding xiaoyu'er in the farmhouse at the moment. He frowned slightly at the sound. Yu Bo was carrying a snake skin bag and hurried out of the house.When ye Chu saw it, he couldn't help asking, "Yu Bo, what are you doing?""The disciples of the holy mountain have come to collect taxes. They should hand in the ointment quickly so as not to make him difficult!" Yu Bo spoke as he ran.Ye Chu was puzzled and asked xiaoyu'er to stay at home. He also followed Yu Bo out and saw a group of people standing in the center of the street. Every farmer threw them a snake skin bag. They weighed it with their hands and then put it away.Yu Bo hurried to them, bowed and said, "Sir, this is the tax this month!"As a result, the holy mountain disciple opened it and nodded, indicating that Yu Bo could go.Hearing this sentence, Yu Bo breathed a sigh of relief, and then left."Bold! Dare to take such inferior products and hand them over!" Not long after Yu Bo left, the holy mountain disciple roared, and the whip was directly drawn on the villagers who came to hand in the ointment.Ye Chu looked at the villager. He also knew him. He was an old yellow head in the west of the town. His family was two. His son was torn and bitten off one of his legs by a fierce beast when he went up the mountain last month. Now he is paralyzed in bed. The whole family depends on old Huang Tou to go up the mountain to collect medicine for food.Old Huang tou had a hard time. He had to collect medicine to support two people, take care of his son, and stabilize his son's injury. The cost was amazing.It is also because of this that the people in this town take good care of him. Many times, things given to old Huang tou are half given and half sold. Ye Chu also secretly gave Lao Huang tou some pills from the herbs he boiled for his son, which stabilized his son's injury.But his life was obviously very sad. An old man who was already a hundred years old was bent and was whipped, and he was directly knocked over on the ground. There was a deep blood mark on his back. The blood penetrated into his clothes from his back, palpitating his eyes, and the old yellow head screamed.Ye Chu couldn't help coming out. An old man was drawn like this. These people really have no humanity.As soon as ye Chu took a step, he was held by Yu Bo. Yu Bo shook his head and signaled Ye Chu to say goodbye to his impulse."Old man, I told you long ago that the ointment should be as thick as stones. What do you mean by being like tofu?" While talking, he whipped again and directly hit old Huang tou's face. A whip scar immediately appeared on his face, like a blood snake, which was very ferocious."Death!" Ye Chu couldn't help but want to fight when he saw it."Don't be impulsive!" Yu Bo saw that the green tendons held by Ye Chu's fist were about to flash out, and he was startled. "You can't expose your practice, otherwise they know that we harbor practitioners here, and they must have washed the town with blood. You can keep old Huang tou at this time, but what can you do after you leave? We all have to die!" Yu Bo sighed.This sentence made Ye Chu take a deep breath, and his fist relaxed. Looking at the holy mountain disciples whipping on Lao Huang's head, ye Chu's eyes were red with blood.Old Huang tou was bleeding all over, but no one dared to save him. I watched such a cruel and bloody scene happen in front of them.Ye Chushen took a deep breath, looked at these people coldly, and silently said in his heart, "you don't want to live at all!""My Lord, this is already my limit. Please forgive me a little, and I will compensate you next month." Old Huang tou begged, knelt on the earth, and let the whip beat on his body again and again, there were blood marks, and the meat pieces turned out, extremely bloody, shocking Ye Chu couldn't bear to see, for an ordinary old man, this was too cruel."Hum! Old man, give 20 jin next month, or it won't be a whip." The holy mountain disciple took a whip, and then snorted, and continued to receive the ointment of others.Old Huang tou kowtowed on the ground to thank him. Every time he kowtowed, his blood stayed and dyed the ground red.Ye Chu looked at the old Huang tou ointment, which was not much thinner than others. If he continued to boil and dry, it would be about oneortwo gaps. But just for this oneortwo, he pulled the old yellow head like this, and ye Chu looked cold and murderous.A king cultivator is like this to an ordinary old man. It's not too much to say that these people are crazy.Seeing these people take away all the ointments, there was another gust of wind driving the horse, overturning countless medicine shops in the town, and the cold color at the corners of Ye Chu's mouth was thicker.When ye Chu saw that they had left, he said to Yu Gang, "Uncle Yu, go back and look at Xiao yu'er first. I have something else to do.""Don't be impulsive, children. You can't mess with them!" Yu Bo seemed to know what ye Chu wanted to do and said to Ye Chu."Yu Bo, don't worry, I have my own discretion!" Ye Chu said to Yu Bo, leaving in the opposite direction to the disciples of the holy mountain.
