After eating stones for a year, Yang Yu certainly knew that if the stones were swallowed, 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 after all, a stone is a stone. Not only does it taste very bad, but it also cracks your throat. Anyone who can enjoy it as if it is sweetened must not be a human being.

Therefore, in the past, even if he knew it was to open the Cauldron of Gluttony, Yang Yu had a lot of resistance in his heart.

But now he was lying on the bed with a dull face, and he quickly ate the whole bag of stones as if he were eating fried beans.

After eating until my whole body felt hot, I closed my eyes.

Buzz~

The light and shadow changed, and Yang Yu came to the dark cauldron again.

Different from the first time, when he looked at the progress bar on the cauldron wall, he felt peaceful and felt a great sense of security flowing in his heart.

"External sword training seems to be able to affect the progress bar..."

Looking at the decimal point after the progress bar, Yang Yu was thoughtful.

Without wasting any time, he picked up the only object 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 and forgot about the passage of time.

Yang Yu discovered that after having the foundation, his 'refining' became faster, and he was already awake in less than a night.

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

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

Yang Yu woke up leisurely, glanced at the sky that was about to light up, and thought to himself:

"Old man Wei is right. Essentially, the skills of swordsmanship are really just 'steady, accurate, and ruthless.' Maybe we need to add the word "quick"?"

After eating half a bag of pebbles unhurriedly, Yang Yu got up, tidied up a little, then got up to light the fire, wash rice, and cook.

When it was just getting light, I informed my mother-in-law and got up to go to the inner city.

At the Yamen office, Yang Prison took a long leave. He got up early and naturally wanted to go to Old Man Wei.

After a night of refining, his spirit is still very good, he has eaten enough stones, and his physical strength is very strong, but there is only one fly in the ointment.

His voice became hoarse.

Pebbles are pebbles, even if they are boiled, they will still hurt your throat.

"You little bastard, are you here so early?"

Hearing the knock on the door, Wei He cursed and shouted: "Wang Cai, open the door!"

"Zhizhizhi~"

The half-white old monkey jumped down from the tree and opened the door. He bared his teeth and claws at Yang Prison for a while before returning to the tree.

Yang Yu smiled bitterly and entered the door.

Old Wei yawned, cursed, put on his clothes and went out. When he saw Yang Yu, he was not surprised and pointed to the kitchen:

"Go and push the tofu in the kitchen, remember to make it thinner."

"yes."

Yang Yu agreed with a hoarse voice. Although he didn't have many apprenticeships during his one-year apprenticeship, he still pushed through tofu.

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

He was not happy to do this job before, but now that he thought about it, he realized that he was totally wrong.

If the sword is not stable, even if you practice sword skills, it will be of little use.

"Don't use a kitchen knife."

Old Man Wei suddenly spoke up, pointed at a big knife outside the woodshed, and said, "Use that one."

"ah?"

Yang Prison was a little dumbfounded.

That knife was not for chopping firewood, but for Hu Wan to practice strength. I'm afraid it must have weighed thirty or fifty kilograms.

Use this knife to cut tofu?

"What? Are you scared?"

Wei He glanced at Yang Yu lightly: "What you handed in is enough for you to study for one year. After one year, you will no longer be my disciple..."

There are not many people who come to Weihe to learn martial arts. Compared with the bustling crowds of other martial arts schools, 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 charges are very expensive.

Apprentices are expensive, disciples are even more expensive.

And it’s calculated once a year.

It was precisely because his charges were too high and he only allowed people to push tofu, winter melons, and chop firewood every day that Yang Yuqian came less and less.

Paying money to others to do chores was something that was done in the previous life, but you would have been hung from a street lamp.

"good."

Yang Yu took a deep breath, stepped forward and reached out to lift the sword.

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

Yang Yu's expression changed.

His physique is much stronger than that of other teenagers of the same age. He is not unable to lift the fifty-pound knife, but it is difficult to walk while lifting the knife.

How to push tofu?

"Hurry up."

Wei He yawned and urged.

With no choice, Yang Prison could only grit his teeth and walk into the kitchen.

The courtyard in Weihe is not big. Apart from the small martial arts training ground in the main courtyard, the largest one is the kitchen.

At this time, there was at least three to five hundred kilograms of tofu placed on the chopping board that looked like the door panel.

"Everything is cut."

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

"call!"

Putting down the big knife, Yang Yu relaxed his arm, took a deep breath, and then lifted the big knife and made it horizontally parallel to his forearm.

Start cutting the tofu.

With two refining knife skills experience, Yang Yu had no problem pushing the tofu, but after cutting less than ten pieces, he couldn't hold it anymore.

He put down the knife and took a deep breath.

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

Yang Yu held the big knife and saw no one around. He swallowed a few stones one after another. After regaining his strength a little, he started pushing again.

This goes on and on, until all the tofu has been pushed into thin slices, Yang Yu has almost collapsed to the ground, sweating profusely.

Although swallowing stones can restore a small amount of physical strength, these are stones, not fairy beans, and the muscle pain will still remain.

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

Hu Wan is also among them, recommending stone grinders to practice his strength.

Seeing Yang Yu walking out of the kitchen dragging the knife, he immediately smiled: "Junior Brother Yang, am I good with this knife?"

Before Yang Yu could reply, Wei He's scolding could be heard in the room:

"What? Are you giving up now?"

Clang.

Yang Yu dropped the knife and rubbed his wrist: "It's all done."

"Finished cutting?"

Wei He jumped out angrily and cursed: "You kid, you didn't ruin my tofu, did you?"

While talking, he had already entered the kitchen.

Yang Yu looked at it, his eyes brightening slightly. Wei He was over sixty years old and was lame, but his speed was very fast and smooth.

"Is it something like Qinggong?"

Yang Yu forgot the pain in his body and felt a little itchy in his heart.

If there is any martial arts that he wants to learn the most, it must be Qing Gong, but he doesn't know if there is the kind of Qing Gong he imagined.

"You cut all this?!"
To be continued...