Chapter 22

Fishing law enforcement?

At the first sight of Captain Wang, Yang Yu felt a thought rise in his heart.

The fight between the two could not have lasted more than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. How could he have arrived so quickly in the middle of the night?

But as Wang Fobao approached, he dispelled this thought, for he smelled the heavy scent of blood and saw the deep fatigue on his face.

His severe injuries were not fake.

Wang Fobao did not mind Yang Yu's defensive stance, and approached on his own, casually picking up the head in the blood and examining it for a moment.

Then he said:

"This man also had his blood changed. You were able to kill him, it seems the old executioner really values you..."

He was naturally very familiar with Yang Yu.

Among the thousands of constables in Black Mountain City, he had personally arranged for only one.

When he recruited Yang Yu into the constabulary, he had also evaluated his bone structure, which was not only weak and frail, but his muscles and bones were also below average.

How long had it been, and he had already reached this level?

"Master Wei is indeed very good."

Yang Yu did not dare to relax, his muscles tense, ready to run at any moment.

Wang Fobao's reputation in Black Mountain City was so great that even children would stop crying at the mention of his name. Even if he had changed his blood, he did not dare to fight him.

Even though he was severely injured.

Yang Yu's calmness made Wang Fobao slightly surprised: "Don't you want to say something?"

"There's nothing to say."

Yang Yu wiped the blood from his face, did not speak, but his grip on the sword and knife tightened even more:

"Captain Wang is so severely injured, yet he still comes out to patrol at night. It must be very hard on you."

"Is it just today?"

Wang Fobao put down the body, wiped the blood from his hands, and said lightly:

"Since I came to Black Mountain City, I have rarely slept at night."

"Is that so?"

Yang Yu sneered: "Just in the inner city, right? You probably don't go to the outer city."

Hearing this, Wang Fobao was silent for a moment before saying: "Human strength has its limits."

Neither of them was good at words, especially in this situation.

It was not until they heard hurried footsteps approaching that Wang Fobao looked up at Yang Yu and said: "Follow me."

Yang Yu hesitated for a moment and then followed.

They walked down two streets and turned through several alleys before Wang Fobao stopped, pushed open a door, and entered.

"Is this his home?"

Yang Yu thought to himself and could only steel himself to walk in.

"Wash up, then come inside."

Wang Fobao said, his face flashing with an abnormal redness, and he flashed into the room.

After changing his blood, Yang Yu's hearing was very good, and he faintly heard a very suppressed cough.

"His injuries seem to be very serious."

Yang Yu fetched several buckets of water, washed off the blood, and walked into the room filled with the smell of medicine.

Wang Fobao sat cross-legged on the bed, adjusted his breathing, and after a while opened his eyes and said:

"Having rested for three months, it's time to go back to work. The day after tomorrow, go to the constabulary, and someone will take you to familiarize yourself with the environment."

"Go back to work?"

Yang Yu was taken aback: "What kind of work?"

A constable was not a proper official, and he had only paid two taels of silver to have his name removed from the roster.

Otherwise, he would not have been able to stay away from the constabulary for so long.

"The old Yang's compensation has been issued, and he has rested for these three months. Shouldn't he go back to work?"

Wang Fobao added.

Yang Yu then realized he was talking about the old man's position as a jailer.

However, whether as a jailer or an executioner, it was not what he wanted.

Instinctively, he wanted to refuse.

"Any martial arts practice involves external training of the muscles and bones, and internal cultivation of qi. After changing your blood, do you know how to proceed?"

Wang Fobao spoke at the right moment, stopping Yang Yu's refusal:

"I can teach you some."

"I..."

Hearing this, Yang Yu's refusal turned in his mouth but did not come out.

Although he had just changed his blood today, he had also noticed that the change was not as transformative as he had imagined.

It seemed that something was still missing.

"Martial arts practice is far more complex than you imagine. Only after changing your blood do you truly enter the ranks of martial artists."

Seeing Yang Yu's hesitation, Wang Fobao continued:

"But changing your blood is just the beginning. To strengthen yourself, you need other methods. As they say, 'external training of the muscles and bones, internal cultivation of qi.'

Since you have changed your blood, Wei He will teach you the 'Qi Cultivation' method, but he is not skilled in external training. I can teach you this method."

"External training of the muscles and bones, internal cultivation of qi."

Yang Yu pondered Wang Fobao's words, did not immediately agree, but asked cautiously:

"What do I need to pay?"

There is no such thing as unconditional love in this world. He did not believe that this famous strict official of Black Mountain City was a great benefactor.

"Take the old Yang's place and go to the prison."

Wang Fobao did not hide it, and said frankly:

"For several months, several jailers have died mysteriously in the prison. It seems there are traces of the Life Preservation Sect behind it. I want to know what they are up to."

"Mysterious deaths of jailers?"

Yang Yu was taken aback, a chill running through his heart.

Could it be that the white-clad man who had been following him earlier had also intended to harm him, but gave up because he moved to Old Wei's neighborhood?

Wang Fobao did not pressure him, waiting for him to think.

After a moment, Yang Yu asked again:

"The Life Preservation Sect is just a sect in the outer city. How dare they kill jailers? Aren't they afraid of being completely eradicated?"

"Hmph!"

Wang Fobao snorted, his face turning pale as if his wound was aggravated, and he said:

"That is not something you should know."

He did not answer, and Yang Yu understood that this matter likely involved 'officials colluding with bandits.'

Otherwise, how could a mere sect from another place spread so quickly in Black Mountain City?

However, Wang Fobao must have approached him because of the many deaths and injuries he had caused when he left the city.

Understanding the reason, Yang Yu weighed the pros and cons and could only agree.

Not only because of the martial arts Wang Fobao mentioned, but also because he suspected that the Life Preservation Sect had already been watching him.

"Alright."

Wang Fobao coughed a few times, took an oilcloth package from under his pillow, and handed it to Yang Yu:

"My Qi Cultivation method has a different origin, and I cannot teach it to you. But this external training martial arts technique, I obtained from a lone bandit, and I can teach it to you."

"Iron Crotch Technique?"

Opening the package and glancing at it, Yang Yu's lips involuntarily twitched.

What a plain and unadorned name.

"Any external training martial arts technique starts from the weakest point. The arms and legs are strong even without training, but the crotch is one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body."

Seeing Yang Yu's poor expression, Wang Fobao shook his head:

"Even street ruffians and women know this. Don't you understand?"

"This..."

Yang Yu took a few steps back, picked up a small stool, and sat down. Under the dim lamplight, he examined the martial arts manual.

To his disappointment, the Cauldron of Gluttony did not react, perhaps because the book was a later copy?

"Human beings have limbs, skin, internal organs, muscles, and bones, as well as finer, invisible parts. Before changing your blood, even if you trained day and night, it would not be very meaningful.

But after changing your blood, using qi to drive the blood, it can reach all parts of the body, nurturing each one. Combined with external training martial arts, one day of practice can be equivalent to a month of training for an ordinary person.

Furthermore, when the time is right, you can progress from the crotch to the hips, chest, abdomen, shoulders, back, and even the entire body. At that time, ordinary knives and swords will not harm you."

Wang Fobao said, closed his eyes, and seemed very exhausted:

"Since you can read, start with my annotations. If you have any questions, come and ask me."