The autumn wind is bleak, bringing with it a coolness and yellowing leaves.

Yang Yu walked on the slightly bleak North Street, thinking in his mind.

In the past two months, Li Eryi's storytelling caused a great craze, so much so that later on, there was no need to go to teahouses and restaurants at all.

I set up a stage by myself, and many people came to see it.

But after looking around, only a third of it fell into my hands.

This is because Liu Qingqing likes to listen to books and comes here from time to time.

Otherwise, it would be more than just a few rogues looking for trouble.

"Lao Li is willing to give it up. There are three or four taels more than expected. Counting what I have on hand, it's almost a hundred taels. It should be enough, right?"

Yang Yu was only wearing a single suit, but he didn't feel cold at all. His heart was burning as he calculated the medicinal materials needed for the 'blood transfusion'.

There are two prescriptions for blood transfusion.

One part is a medicinal bath, and the second part is the core of blood transfusion.

Of course Old Man Wei only gave the first portion.

In fact, he would not teach the core of the blood transfusion formula to others at all, but only if someone under his disciple was close to the threshold of blood transfusion.

There is an opportunity to spend money to buy one.

The other martial arts schools in the inner city are all similar, with harsh conditions and extremely high prices.

Thinking in his mind, Yang Yu quickened his pace, walked through several streets, left North Street, and was about to go to the small courtyard where Wei He was.

Then I heard bursts of crying, accompanied by the sound of blowing air, gradually approaching.

"Someone died again?"

Yang Yu sighed slightly, stopped to look, and his brows suddenly knitted together.

In the almost endless queue, there were as many as twenty-seven colorless coffins.

As for the mourners in front of him, he also recognized many of the people accompanying him.

For example, Zhu Shisan, who was wearing sackcloth and mourning in the team, cried so much that he almost fainted.

"Something happened in the Yamen?"

Yang Yu was startled and took a few steps closer. He heard passers-by talking and sighing.

More than ten days ago, Wang Captou led people out of the city. In addition to a group of police officers, he also sent more than ten government officials to accompany him to receive the medicinal materials shipped from Shunde Prefecture.

I had been away for more than ten days, but what I brought back was bad news.

Not only the government officials who went there, but also the police officers suffered heavy casualties. Even the head catcher Wang Fo Bao was also seriously injured and was carried back from outside the city.

"There are many things happening in autumn every year, but this year is especially true. Alas, it's a troubled year, it's a troubled year."

An old man sighed, worried:

"Captain Wang has been injured. This year, I'm afraid this year will be very uneven..."

The other people also fell silent.

Wang Fobao has a very good reputation in Black Mountain City. In addition to his strict behavior, he also has great martial arts skills and has captured gangsters many times.

Even he was injured...

"Could it be that I was ambushed?"

Yang Yu was also guessing in his mind.

Heishan City is a prison city that houses most of the thieves and prisoners from Shunde Prefecture and even several nearby prefectures, many of whom are extremely cruel people.

Although he has never experienced it, he has heard that every few years, people come here to rob the prison.

"well."

Looking at the long funeral procession, Yang Yu's heart tightened and he walked faster. After a while, he arrived outside Weihe's small courtyard.

In the cold little courtyard, only Hu Wan was resting his body.

The thick stone mill was tossed casually like straw. He stopped his strength when he heard the footsteps.

"Um?"

Hu Wan didn't care who the person was, but after a casual glance, he couldn't take his eyes away.

After a long while, I dropped the stone grinder, half surprised and half doubtful:

"You've actually reached this point?!"

Li Eryi was shocked when he saw the little changes in Yang Yu with his own eyes, not to mention Hu Wan, whom he hadn't seen for two months.

"Good guy, good guy!"

Without waiting for Yang Yu's answer, Hu Wan strode over and looked around in circles for a while under the former's doubtful eyes.

He was amazed, but when he smelled the vague medicinal fragrance, Hu Wan was only shocked.

This is obviously the medicinal bath that has soaked into the bone marrow and taken in the flavor!

In other words, this kid is already in need of a blood exchange!

But it’s only been a few days?!

Needless to say, Hu Wan clearly remembered that when she sent him home, Yang Yu had never even heard of blood transfusion.

Why so fast?

How can it be?!

"master."

Just as Yang Yu was about to say something, he caught a glimpse of Old Wei who was smoking a dry cigarette and said hello hurriedly.

"Um."

Old Wei walked over with a sullen face, looked up and down, and suddenly grabbed Yang Yu's shoulder.

"division…"

Yang Yu's eyelids twitched, and he subconsciously raised his arms to parry, using his feet to move back.

Snap!

The next moment, thin hands were already grasping his shoulders.

With just a slight shake, Yang Yu felt as if his whole body was falling apart, and he couldn't help but feel horrified.

“The muscles are long and the bones are strong, and what’s especially rare is that the bones are heavy enough.”

After retracting his hand, Wei He's gloomy face showed a hint of smile, and he was actually a little surprised in his heart.

Although he didn't take his disciples seriously, he still felt the bones and tendons every time he accepted them.

Although he couldn't remember Yang Yu's skeletal appearance at that time, I guess it was just normal, otherwise he wouldn't have remembered it.

Could it be that I really made a mistake?

"What kind of martial arts is this? I felt like my bones were falling apart just now..."

Swinging his numb arms, Yang Yu was really surprised.

In the past few months, he has been practicing martial arts almost day and night. With decades of sword training skills gained from the old man, he has made rapid progress.

Those thugs who fight in the streets all the time, each one can withstand his punches and kicks.

But just now, he had no power to fight back.

"It's just some small tricks to capture. If you know the bones more, you can do it too."

As soon as Wei He raised his hand, Hu Wanyi trotted over to bring a big chair and asked him to sit down.

Ta da~

After knocking the cigarette rod casually a few times, Wei He said:

"Are you coming this time to get a blood transfusion?"

"Exchange blood?!"

Hu Wan's voice almost broke when he yelled, and his rough face was full of shock: "Master, Junior Brother Yang is going to need a blood transfusion now?!"

He saw that Yang Yu had made rapid progress during this period, but how could he exchange blood in two months?

Doesn’t blood transfusion take half a year or even a year?

"People can never be generalized."

After taking a deep look at Hu Wan, Old Man Wei said with emotion: "There are some people in this world who are different after all."

"..."

Hu Wanhu's body trembled and he was speechless for a moment.

These words are too familiar.
To be continued...