Mortal River!

This was something that Ye Chu learned by chance one day. Yu Gang and the others called it the Holy River, but the disciples of the Five Great Holy Mountains called it the Mortal River.

The three words of mortal river shook Ye Chu, and Ye Chu couldn't be calm. He went to the Xia Domain just for the mortal river, but he didn't expect that this river was!

From the map, it is known that there is holy liquid in the mortal river. But with Ye Chu's experience of taking four holy liquids, he didn't find any aura at all.

If it is really like the map, there is a thin spring flowing out and blending into the river. It is not surprising that the villagers living here can have such a miraculous effect, and each of them can live to one hundred and fifteen.

Because the water of this river is mixed with holy liquid, it is not surprising that there is any kind of magic. But the problem was that Ye Chu didn't feel the slightest wisp of holy liquid breath.

"How can this be? Is it true that only mortals can feel the medicinal effect of absorbing the holy liquid? We can't? If so, how can we explain the miraculous effect of boiling the medicine in the river water?"

Ye Chu couldn't understand it, so he could only explore the river every day. But day by day, there is still nothing.

In these days, Yu Bo boiled a few bowls of liquid medicine for him every day, and Ye Chu recuperated himself every day, and his body was mostly better, but his face was still pale.

Ye Chu has also integrated into this simple town these days, and is also familiar with the people of this town, this kind of simple and indisputable life is a luxury for Ye Chu, so he is extremely rare, playing an ordinary person here, feeling the warmth here.

And this kind of life without fighting with the world came to the disciples of the Five Holy Mountains, and it was completely broken. The five holy places rode horses, the momentum was violent, the frightened chickens and dogs jumped, I don't know how many shops were overturned on the streets of the town, and the dazzling shops were scattered everywhere, the horses' hooves passed, trampled and crushed.

These Holy Mountain disciples stood on the side horses in the center of the street, and shouted at the town: "Monthly tax, ten catties of ointment, hurry up and get it, and those who lose a penny will die!"

The other party was arrogant, Ye Chu happened to be holding Xiao Yu'er in the farmhouse at the moment, and frowned slightly when he heard this voice. Yu Bo was carrying a snakeskin bag at this time, and he was about to walk out of the house quickly.

When Ye Chu saw it, he couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Yu, why are you going?"

"The disciples of the Holy Mountain have come to collect taxes, so they must hurry up and hand over the ointment, so as not to make things difficult for him!" Yu Bo said as he ran.

Ye Chu was puzzled and asked Xiao Yu'er to stay at home. He also followed Yubo out and saw a group of people riding horses in the center of the street. Each family threw them a snakeskin bag, which they weighed with their hands and put it away.

Yu Bo quickly ran to their side, bowed and saluted, "My lord, this is this month's tax!"

As a result, the disciple of the Holy Mountain opened it and looked at it and nodded, signaling that Yu Bo could go.

Hearing this, Yu Bo breathed a sigh of relief, and then left.

"Bold! dare to take such an inferior product and pay it over!" Not long after Yu Bo left, the disciple of the Holy Mountain roared angrily, and the leather whip was directly whipped on the villagers who came to hand over the ointment.

Ye Chu looked at this villager, he also knew, it was the old yellow head in the west of the town, and there were two people in his whole family. The son was bitten off a pair of legs by a fierce beast when he went up the mountain last month, and he was paralyzed in bed at the moment, and the whole family relied on Lao Huangtou to go up the mountain to collect medicine to survive.

Lao Huangtou's life was very hard, he had to collect medicine to support two people, and he had to take care of his son, and he had to stabilize his son's injury, which cost an astonishing amount.

It is precisely because of this that the people of this town take good care of him, and many times the things given to the old yellow head are half-given and half-sold. Ye Chu also secretly gave Lao Huangtou some pills to brew for his son, stabilizing his son's injuries.

But his life was obviously very sad, an old man who was already more than 100 years old, was whipped with his body on his body, and was directly knocked to the ground, with a deep blood mark on his back, blood penetrated from his back to his clothes, palpitations, and the old yellow head screamed.

Ye Chu couldn't help but come out, an old man was pumped like this, these people really don't have any humanity.

As soon as Ye Chu took a step, he was stopped by Yu Bo, who shook his head and signaled Ye Chu not to be impulsive.

"Old fellow, I told you a long time ago that the ointment should be as thick as a stone, what do you mean by this like tofu. As he spoke, he whipped down again, directly on the face of the old yellow head, and a whip scar suddenly appeared on his face, like a blood snake, very hideous.

"Looking for death!" Ye Chu saw it and couldn't help but want to make a move.

"Don't be impulsive!" Yu Bo was startled when he saw that the green tendons held in Ye Chu's fist were about to flash out, "You can't expose your cultivation, otherwise they will know that we harbor cultivators here, and they will definitely wash this town in blood, you can keep the old yellow head at this time, but what will you do after you leave, we will all die!" Yu Bo sighed and said.

This sentence made Ye Chu take a deep breath, and his fist was loosened. Watching the Holy Mountain disciple whip the old yellow head one by one, Ye Chu's eyes were about to turn bloody.

The old yellow head was bloodied all over, but no one dared to save him. Watching such a cruel and bloody scene happen in front of them.

Ye Chu took a deep breath, looked at these people coldly, and said silently in his heart: "Don't want to live any of you!"

"My lord, this is already my limit. I beg the adults to give me a moment or two, and I will definitely compensate the adults next month. The old yellow head begged, knelt in the world, and let the whip be whipped on his body again and again, blood marks appeared, and the pieces of flesh were turned out, extremely bloody, shocking Ye Chu couldn't bear to look at it, for an ordinary old man, this was too cruel.

"Hmph, old fellow, give twenty pounds next month, or it won't be a whip." The Holy Mountain disciple whipped a whip before snorting and continuing to collect the ointment from the others.

The old yellow head kowtowed on the ground to thank him, and every time he kowtowed, the blood remained, staining the ground red.

Ye Chu looked at the old yellow head's ointments, which were not much thinner than others', and if he continued to boil and dry, it would be a gap of about one or two. But just for the sake of these two people, the old yellow head was drawn like this, Ye Chu's expression was cold and full of murderous intent.

A king cultivator is the same for an ordinary old man. It would not be an exaggeration to say that these people are crazy.

Seeing that these people took away all the ointments, and rode the horse with another gust of wind, overturning countless medicine shops in the town, the cold color on the corner of Ye Chu's mouth became even stronger.

After Ye Chu saw them leaving, he said to Yu Gang: "Uncle Yu, you go back and look at Xiao Yu'er first, I still have something." ”

"Kid, don't be impulsive, they're not something you can mess with!" Yu Bo seemed to know what Ye Chu wanted to do, and said to Ye Chu.

"Don't worry, Uncle Yu, I have my own measure!" Ye Chu said to Uncle Yu, leaving in the opposite direction of the disciples of the Holy Mountain.