"Okay, okay, get up quickly."

Old Minghe smiled and raised his hand slightly, and Yang Yu immediately felt a force lifting him up.

"From today on, you are my thirteenth direct disciple!

When you return to Minghemen, I will have someone carefully organize your entrance ceremony, and then formally perform the apprenticeship ceremony.

It’s been a long time since my life in Hemen has hosted such a happy event!”

The thirteenth disciple?

In other words, there are twelve senior brothers and sisters in front of Yang Gu.

In fact, he is not very interested in the number thirteen. It sounds like he is a Taibao of Thirteen, but how dare he have any objections.

"Yes, disciple, let the master make the decision!"

Yang Yu tried his best to behave obediently. After all, he had just witnessed the ferocity of this old guy, and he was afraid that the crane head would really eat him.

"Your name is Yang Gu, right?"

Yang Yu nodded, not surprised that Old Man Minghe knew his name.

Since he was caught here, it must have been exposed by the identity and name he reported before entering the territory of Master Mu Zhen.

This also served as a wake-up call for him. If he does this kind of thing again in the future, he can no longer use his real name.

This time I met the old man Minghe, and I met the real owner by accident. It was a blessing in disguise, but I escaped from death once.

If you meet an evil person who doesn't care about the reason, you may not bother to find him personally, but you can use some means to kill him, and you don't know how he died.

"The name is good, but you are too weak now. Since our master-disciple status has been decided, the apprenticeship ceremony can be discussed later, but you can learn something first."

Old Man Minghe said with a smile.

He was thinking about his eleven incompetent disciples, and kept glancing at Yang Yu, the more he looked at them, the more satisfied he became.

"You have nine senior brothers and two senior sisters above you. The weakest of them at your age is already at the late stage of the fake food realm."

Hearing what Old Man Minghe said, Yang Yu suddenly felt happy, as she wanted to give him some benefits first!

But why does this sound wrong?

Nine senior brothers and two senior sisters, the total is only eleven!

He is ranked thirteenth, shouldn't there be a total of twelve senior brothers and sisters?

Why didn't the old guy say anything? Forgot?

Yang Yu was confused, but seemed to have something. When she raised her head, she saw the huge crane head, and found that it was staring at him with a humanized evil smile.

"..."

A terrible guess suddenly flashed through Yang Yu's mind, and she immediately took a breath of cold air and felt her scalp numb.

He also seemed to understand why Old Man Minghe said this deliberately.

This is to give him a beating before giving him a favor, which means that he'd better be more honest!

He was quite happy at first, but suddenly, Yang Yu found that it was not a good thing that he had become a master and entered the Minghe Sect...

But there was no way he could refuse this matter, and he could only endure it until he had no ability to resist.

At this time, old man Minghe saw something appear out of thin air in his hand, which was a small and exquisite ancient copper coin.

"This is called the Meat Burial Talisman. It is a good magic weapon. It can be used without any magic power. It suits you very well. It also has the ability to hold things, so I will give it to you."

"Thank you, Master!"

Yang Yu calmed down her emotions, then smiled and prepared to reach out to pick it up.

But when he just stretched out his hand, Old Man Minghe flicked his finger, and the ancient copper coin suddenly turned into a straight line and was driven into his arm at a very fast speed.

The next second, a blood line shot out from Yang Yu's arm, and blood poured out.

"..."

Fuck!!!

It was so sudden that Yang Yu didn't even react. The copper coin had already penetrated her flesh, and a pain like a broken bone hit her instantly.

Fortunately, the thing that Old Man He had ordered him to drink seemed to still be effective, and in the blink of an eye, the wound on Eucalyptus poplar's arm had healed.

Yang Yugang's frown suddenly relaxed, and he also realized why this thing is called a meat burial talisman.

It’s exactly what the word means, it’s buried in the flesh, right?

Just as the wound was recovering in an instant, an information box popped up in front of Yang Yu's eyes.

"[Meat Burial Talisman]: One of the seventy-two talismans of the Blood Taoist's physical body. This talisman can hold objects and attack mainly, but it needs meat to support it. It can simulate a full blow of a perfect monk in the Yuanfang Realm.

Cost of use: This item must be maintained at least once every three days, otherwise it will eat the user's flesh and blood on its own when hungry.

Status: Can be purified!"

After reading the information about this object at a glance, Yang Yu chose to purify it without hesitation, and the price of use in the information box disappeared without a trace in an instant.

What a joke, this thing can actually eat the flesh and blood of the user, it must be purified!

In fact, Yang Yu has always had a question, that is, will the items purified by him only be effective for him or will they also be effective when used on others?

It's a pity that no one can give him the opportunity to experiment, and he doesn't dare to expose his special ability rashly. He can only find opportunities to test it in the future.

And after he purified the flesh-burial talisman that had been integrated into his arm, an inexplicable thought suddenly came to his mind.

He raised his right hand, and with a thought, he saw a mouth with fangs suddenly opened in his palm, which looked ugly and evil.

The flesh burial talisman took root and took shape in his arm, forming two special stomach pouches.

A stomach pouch has the ability to hold things, just like the small sumeru bag on Panyu's body, which can be used to store things.

The other stomach pouch is used to digest the flesh and blood. It is like a living creature. As long as you feed it, it can launch powerful attacks.

The old man Minghe was indeed right. Since he is still a mortal body, this magical weapon is indeed very suitable for him.

"Thank you, Master, for giving this disciple the magic weapon!"

Yang Eucalyptus immediately expressed her gratitude with actions.

Old Man Minghe smiled and nodded with satisfaction, then looked at Hetou aside.

"Give him the technique."

The crane head didn't do anything weird, but straightened its neck directly, then opened its long mouth, and continued to open it to both sides until it was enough to accommodate a washbasin.

The next moment, a three-inch long scroll with some sticky tissue was spit out from its mouth and fell into the hands of old man Minghe.

Hetou couldn't help but let out a smelly belch. The stench was overwhelming, as if he had just eaten something rotten and hadn't yet finished digesting it.

Old Man Minghe handed the scroll in his hand to Yang Gu.

"This is my teacher's inheritance. It records the techniques that will allow you to practice to the perfection of the fake food realm. When you enter the fake food realm, you can come back later to ask for the follow-up."

"I will ask Mother to prepare a quiet room for you later. You can study it carefully first and try to adapt to the resonance period as soon as possible!"

I was finally able to get the technique, but I didn't expect it to be so twists and turns. Yang Yu felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.

He originally planned to try it out at the Shared Eating Conference to see if he could meet a monk who offered his skills for trade. Unexpectedly, he ended up getting what he had longed for from the hands of Old Man Minghe.

Sometimes, the word opportunity is so elusive.

"Yes, thank you Master!"

He bowed respectfully, and with some fear reached out his hand to take the scroll handed over by the old man Minghe, fearing that the old guy would be caught off guard like he did before.

At the same time, Yang Yu felt a little disgusted in her heart, but she didn't dare to show it.

The thing spat out from the crane's mouth still had some sticky tissue on it, which made him have the urge not to pick it up with his hands, but he had no choice but to do it.

Fortunately, Old Man Minghe didn't do anything extra this time, so he handed the technique over to him.
Chapter completed!