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In about two-quarters of an hour, Fang Xiu had cooked the fish soup.

Gao Sheng also rushed to his house.

"Junior brother Fang, are you so anxious?"

"Eat it early to avoid being missed." Fang Xiu filled a large bowl of bright red fish soup and brought it to Gao Sheng.

Except for the inedible fish gills, liver, and gall, all other aspects have been preserved.

Especially the fish blood, he didn't waste a drop.

Although most of the nutrients of red-blooded carp are still in the fish meat, the fish blood also has certain effects.

"Gudu~Gudu~"

Gao Sheng drank the fishy fish soup and fish meat in one gulp, and Fang Xiu gave him another spoonful of fish meat.

However, when Fang Xiu took the second spoonful, Gao Sheng covered the bowl with his hand.

"That's enough, Junior Brother Fang. If you drink a bowl of fish soup, Senior Brother will be satisfied with it, but if you eat any more, it will be unreasonable.

Ordinary red-blooded carps are most effective against warriors in the skin-grinding realm, so eat more of them. "

"Senior Brother Gao, come and eat two meat buns to suppress the smell." Fang Xiu did not pretend to be polite. He took out the meat buns he bought when he returned home and handed them to Gao Sheng.

Gao Sheng took the meat bun and ate it crunchy with the pickled radish in the jar.

Fang Xiu ate all the fish soup and fish meat in the pot, making sure that there was no fish meat left on each fish bone. Finally, he wiped the remaining soup on the side of the pot with a bun wrapper and finished the last bite.

He felt a stream of hot air gathering in his chest, then pouring into his limbs.

"Junior Brother Fang, come and practice boxing, so that you can better absorb the nutrients of the red-blooded carp." Gao Sheng stood up and walked into the yard.

"Okay!" Fang Xiu followed, and the two of them practiced the Thunderbolt Boxing in the courtyard.

Fang Xiu controlled the power, while Gao Sheng fed Fang Xiu with moves.

The two of them practiced until midnight, until the servants of Gao Sheng's family came to the door.

Gao Sheng said goodbye to Fang Xiu.

Fang Xiu said goodbye with a smile.

He felt that Gao Sheng was worth making friends with.

Although Gao Sheng likes to take advantage of him and often eats his meat buns, and he also likes to use chopsticks to pick up the fish roe from his dishes when eating, he is a very particular person when it comes to important matters.

As soon as Gao Sheng walked to the corridor, he suddenly ran back quickly, rushed into the kitchen, and picked up the clay pot containing pickled radish.

"Junior Brother Fang...your pickled radish is pretty good. I'll take it back and give it to my wife to try."

"..." Fang Xiu's expression froze.

"Senior Brother Gao likes it, so feel free to take it. It just so happens that I don't like eating these pickled things."

"Hehe." Gao Sheng smiled and trotted out of the backyard.

"..." Fang Xiu's mouth twitched.

Gao Sheng's parents died young, and the marriage seemed to have been arranged by Li Feixiong, the owner of the hotel.

His wife, Gao Li, was the only daughter of an escort from the Ziyang Escort Bureau in the county.

Although the Li family is not a big family, they fully support him in his cultivation.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for him, a helpless orphan, to reach the meat-refining realm.

However, it is said that Gao Sheng is famous for being a strict wife, and Gao Li strictly adheres to the principle of "men become bad when they are rich".

Therefore, Gao Sheng, a warrior in the meat-refining realm, couldn't find a big coin in his body.

...

The next day, Fang Xiu got up early, feeling warm all over his body, as if he had soaked in a hot spring.

"The effect of the red-blooded carp is really strong!"

Fang Xiu was filled with emotion.

Since he had already memorized the idea of ​​"Gathering Mosquitoes into Thunder", he did not go to the martial arts gym and directly practiced morning exercises in his courtyard.

When his body began to sweat, he stopped and rushed towards the inner city.

I didn't deliver meals to the prisoners in the cell yesterday, so it would be too much to not do so this morning.

...

Fang Xiu entered the prison, and as soon as he walked down the steps, he heard a commotion inside.

"Big! Big!"

"Little! Little!"

"Damn! What a shame!"

Four jailers were sitting around a wooden table, playing Pai Gow.

It looked like I had been playing all night.

The four of them heard the movement at the top of the stairs and looked up. They saw Fang Xiu carrying a wooden bucket. One of them, a short and fat boy, stood up and said:

"Brother Fang, I have already delivered the food to you."

"Who are you?" Fang Xiu asked, seeing that the pudgy boy was a little unfamiliar.

"Xiao Fang, this is the boy from Old Zhao's family. Old Zhao is ill in bed. From now on, Xiao Zhao will take over." Li Han said.

"Brother Fang, my name is Zhao Zhisheng. I am fifteen years old. You can call me Xiao Zhao or Xiao Sheng." The short and fat boy came up to say hello and treated Fang Xiu very warmly, because Fang Xiu was the youngest in the county prison. The warrior is very likely to take over the position of Masandao prison officer in the future.

"Welcome." Fang Xiu nodded in congratulations, "Please help me deliver the food."

"Brother Fang, just tell me if you have anything to do in the future." Zhao Zhisheng was smiling, his chubby face squeezing his eyes into slits.

"You don't have to be so polite." Fang Xiu wasn't used to the other party being overly enthusiastic, so he took the initiative to change the subject and said, "Where's Uncle Ma? Are you here?"

"Master Ma is interrogating the prisoner alone. It seems that he is in the execution room No. 1 now." Zhao Zhisheng responded, adding in a low voice at the end.

"It is said that he is an important criminal with extraordinary skills. When he was escorted in, he wore a pipa bone... It seems to be related to the last major case that hit the county jail."

"Oh?" Fang Xiu looked surprised. The prisoner who needs to wear Pipa bone must be Master Mingjin.

Otherwise, even if a meat-refining realm warrior like Zhao Daqiang was seriously injured and thrown into prison, he would not be much better than an ordinary adult.

Only the Mingjin martial artist of Yijin Realm, even if he is seriously injured and dying, can still deal with the ordinary skin-grinding realm martial artist.

However, although Fang Xiu was curious, he did not show it too much. Since Masandao chose to interrogate alone, he obviously didn't want others to disturb him.

"Damn! You've been really evil lately!" Li Han suddenly stood up with a gloomy look on his face and walked towards the depths of the prison.

"Uncle Li, where are you going?" Zhao Zhisheng asked quickly.

"I'm going to greet the prisoners in torture room No. 3!" Li Han turned around, his cheeks were sallow, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked a little ferocious.

"Uncle Li, I'm coming with you. I haven't interrogated a prisoner yet, so I just want to watch and learn." Zhao Zhisheng followed happily.

"I'll come back in the evening." Upon seeing this, Fang Xiu turned around and left with the bucket.

...

...

Two months passed quickly.

It took Fang Xiu half a month to fully digest the energy and blood brought by a red-blooded carp.

[Died Young]'s learning ability and understanding have improved, coupled with the energy and blood supplemented by the red-blooded carp, his skin resurfacing progress has improved by leaps and bounds.

The blood in the chest has changed from the thickness of two fingers to two and a half fingers.

When the Qi and blood in the chest are trained to the thickness of five fingers, close to a punch, the minimum requirement for breaking through the physical barrier is reached.

Unfortunately, after the red-blooded carp was digested, Fang Xiu's cultivation progress was greatly reduced.

Without tonics, Qi and blood will increase slowly.

Even if it is a high-quality root bone, it still needs to be supplemented by decoction in the early stage.

No matter how proficient you are in Gathering Mosquitoes into Thunder and Thunderbolt Fenglie, you can't generate Qi and blood out of thin air. They can only improve your actual combat ability.

After getting used to the previous progress, Fang Xiu could no longer stand the turtle-like increase in Qi and blood.

If there is a three-pound red-blooded carp every month, Fang Xiu will be confident that he can reach the meat-refining realm within a year.

As a result, his progress is only slower than that of Li Shan, Chang Suqing, Su Congwen, Su Lingyun and a few others.

These people are mainly able to be so fast because they have both talent and no shortage of resources.

"There is no way to get money from the county jail for the time being. I don't know what Uncle Ma has been busy with recently."

Fang Xiu pondered in his heart.

Since two months ago, Ma Sandao has been somewhat mysterious. He personally delivers meals to the prisoners in the No. 1 execution room. Usually, there is a county police officer guarding the execution room outside, and no one is allowed to approach.

There have been fewer and fewer wealthy prisoners recently, so there is naturally not enough money to divide the money between them.

In addition, Li Shan has been going out a lot recently, only showing up at the martial arts gym every day.

Fang Xiu always feels that something big is happening.

"After working on it for so long, it's almost time."

Fang Xiu thought that he should be able to go to the ruined temple in the west of the city and take out the property that Zhao Daqiang had hidden.

After another two months of training, his actual combat ability has improved.

He measured his strength with a boulder placed in the back garden. His arm strength was close to 500 kilograms, which was not inferior to most meat-refining realm warriors. However, the toughness of his skin and ability to withstand blows were not as good as those at the meat-refining realm.

However, the best defense is offense.

If you treat him as an ordinary skin-dermabrasion realm, you will suffer a big loss.

"Breakthrough!"

"Senior Brother Bai has made a breakthrough!"

Fang Xiu was thinking about when to go to the west of the city when there was a sudden commotion in the front yard.

When he came to the front yard, he saw a group of new disciples surrounding Bai Xing to congratulate him.

This Bai Xing is lucky.

If Fang Xiu remembered correctly, it took exactly two months for Bai Xing to break through the skin barrier and become an official warrior.

As far as lower-level bones are concerned, this progress is not unsatisfactory.

"Senior Brother Fang!" Bai Xing smiled with a smile on his face. After seeing Fang Xiu in the crowd, he walked towards him.

"Junior Brother Bai, congratulations." Fang Xiu congratulated. From now on, if Bai Xing catches red blood carp again, even if he blatantly brings it to the county to sell, the Money Gang will not be able to do anything to him.

Bai Xing only needs to mention that the red-blooded carps were sold to the senior brothers in the Sanjue Martial Arts School, and the Money Gang did not dare to use force.

Outside the realm of meat refining, it can already represent the Three Ultimate Martial Arts School.

Although the Qian Gang has Ming Jin martial arts masters in the Yi Jin Realm, the leader of Sanjue Martial Arts Hall, Li Feixiong, is a dark Jin martial arts master in the Bone Forging Realm.

When great martial arts masters are placed in the capital, they are all important figures.

Not to mention a small Qingshi County.

Rules are always for the weak to follow.

"If it weren't for Senior Brother Fang, I wouldn't be where I am today. I still have to thank Senior Brother Fang!" Bai Xing bowed deeply.

"It's all your own efforts." Fang Xiu helped him up.

...

In the evening, Li Shan returned to the martial arts gym in a hurry after going out.

After learning that Bai Xing had broken through the skin barrier, he encouraged him on the spot, and then called out Chang Suqing, Su Congwen, and Su Lingyun to meet him.

After Fang Xiu finished eating in the cafeteria, he left the martial arts hall and delivered meals to the prisoners in the county jail.

At this time, there was a rush of footsteps behind him.

"Senior Brother Fang! Wait for me!"

Shirahoshi chased after him.

"Junior brother Bai, what do you want from me?" Fang Xiu asked.

"I have a big deal that I want to cooperate with Senior Brother Fang. This is not the place to talk." Bai Xing looked at the streets with people coming and going and pointed to the alley next to him.

"Big deal?" Fang Xiu frowned slightly.

Bai Xing's lips slowly opened and closed, just making mouth shapes and not making any sound.

Red...blood...carp...fish...king

"Are you serious?!" Fang Xiu was surprised.

The red-blooded carp king has an auxiliary effect on meat-refining realm warriors in controlling their qi and blood and condensing their strength.

The starting price is two hundred taels of silver, and it is priceless on the market.

A martial artist who has mastered the art of flesh training would definitely be willing to spend all his money to buy a red-blooded carp king.