The First Cause of All Realms

Um?

Listening to the old man's words, Xiao Qingfeng's heart was shocked, and then he shook his head:

"If it's for the child, the clan uncle doesn't have to do this."

Of course he could hear the meaning of the old man's words.

However, to deceive Wei Zhengxian in order to kill that kid is definitely not a good deal.

The person in front of him, named Xiao Zhan, was the most respected person in the Xiao family in the Qingzhou army, and his status in the army was second only to Wei Zhengxian.

It was only because he was stationed at the border all year round that his reputation was not obvious.

"Hahaha!"

Hearing the words, the old man couldn't help laughing and shaking his head:

"Qingfeng, remember, a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. It's not easy for me to walk all the way, how can I risk myself because of a muddy leg?"

"Is something going to happen outside the border?"

Xiao Qingfeng was slightly surprised.

Others thought that Wei Zhengxian led the team to Tianlang Pass because of riots outside the pass, but they naturally knew that he was trying to avoid the dispute over Long Yuandao's succession.

It's not that there's really any turmoil outside the gate.

"good."

Xiao Zhan also has nothing to hide:

"A few days ago, a spy came to report that there were masters fighting at the foot of Liuji Mountain, and it was suspected that it was from the 'Kamikaze Terrace' from Dali, and they had disappeared."

"Divine Wind Terrace?"

Xiao Qingfeng's expression changed: "Li Yuan?"

Shenfengtai is the largest sect in Dali, and its status is similar to that of Daming Lanke Temple, Xuankong Temple and Zhujian Villa.

And Li Yuan, the **** of the army, is the master of the **** of wind.

According to legend, as early as fifty years ago, he had become a Martial Sage and had a great reputation.

"Fifty years is not too short. It's enough time for the rest of the two countries to rest and recuperate. In these years, the border is really just around the corner. It seems to be a small friction, but who knows?"

Xiao Zhan smiled coldly without saying much, and instead asked:

"Qingfeng, you are the seeds of the clan who have been cultivating with all their strength, and are more important than this old man! You can secretly direct this matter, but you must not take action yourself!"

Xiao Zhan looked serious, and Xiao Jingfeng and others agreed.

"Don't worry, the little nephew still knows the severity."

Xiao Qingfeng was slightly unwilling, but nodded in response.

Everything has pros and cons.

He was supported by the family, and all kinds of material things were taken and asked. At the same time, many things were beyond his mind.

Never take risks, this is the order he has heard the most in the past 30 years.

In fact, even the most dangerous fights he has experienced over the years are all under the watchful eyes of the family.

"As long as you know."

Xiao Zhan patted his shoulder lightly and said softly:

"Because of the decades of planning in the family, your forbearance at this time is not a humiliation. When the sky changes, there will be nothing to stop you!"

"The sky changes..."

Chewing this word, Xiao Qingfeng felt a little complicated in his heart.

"If the person I invited doesn't come, you must not act rashly. If it is not a last resort, you must not do it in the pass!"

With a final warning, Xiao Zhan turned around and left.

Looking at the back of him leaving, Xiao Qingfeng suddenly turned his head, coldly swept over Xiao Jingfeng and the others with a shy face, and walked away.

After this conversation, he still doesn't know where this clan uncle came here to beat him.

...

...

Sunrise and work day in and out.

Looking at the curling smoke in the autumn wind, soaking in the medicinal bath, and thinking about Yang Prison all night, the rare mood calmed down.

The Heavenly Wolf Pass, with its strong military spirit, was the most life-like city he had ever seen.

This is a real irony.

The cities he had experienced before, whether it was Heishan County, Mulin Mansion, or Qingzhou City, did not have such an atmosphere.

Even in the most prosperous urban area of ​​Qingzhou City, there are no shortage of local gangsters, and gang fights are not uncommon.

But in Sirius Pass, this kind of thing rarely happens.

This is a military pass, and most of the people are family members and descendants of the military. Even if there are foreigners, they must be very safe.

The traders who come and go are also very disciplined.

Of course, no matter how good a place is, it will inevitably be dark, but Tianlang Pass is indeed the city with the best public security that Yang Prison has experienced.

none of them.

In the early morning of autumn, it was a little cold, except for the smoke from the cooking, there were only soldiers on patrol and few pedestrians on the street.

Most of the shops along the street have just opened their doors.

Most of them are shops that sell breakfast.

"what?"

Yang Yu, who was going to the blacksmith shop to get custom ore iron, suddenly moved in his heart when he went somewhere.

His five senses are extremely sensitive. When he walked here, he suddenly noticed something was wrong, and his secretly watching eyes disappeared suddenly and cleanly after he walked into this street.

"Give up? Or..."

Yang Yu was a little surprised, and couldn't help but look around.

"Freshly baked pancakes, steamed buns, and tofu brains!"

Seeing Yang Prison stop, the noise of the nearby vendors suddenly became much louder.

"Ten pancakes and a bowl of tofu brains."

Out of the corner of the eye, Yang Yu seemed to feel something, and simply sat down.

This year, there are many people who can't get enough to eat, but this does not prevent the abundance of various types of food. There are more than ten kinds of food points on the small stalls.

There are also many side dishes.

"It's salty."

"Got it!"

The peddler laughed in response.

Not long after, it was delivered to the front, and there were still trivial dishes.

Holding a plate of rice, Yang Prison came to a table unintentionally:

"Is there anyone here?"

Opposite the table, is an old man wearing a dark green jacket, normal height, very thin, listening to Yang Yu's question, nodded:

"Anyway."

Yang Prison sat down and began to feast.

After practicing martial arts, his appetite has greatly increased, and he eats several times more than ordinary people every day. This is when he swallows gold and iron every day, and he will recover his physical strength.

Otherwise, I am afraid that it will be dozens of times larger than ordinary people.

The old man opposite the table didn't know when he put down the bowls and chopsticks, but he didn't leave, just looked at Yang Yu lightly, and finished eating like a wind and a cloud before he said:

"How does it taste?"

"Salt and palatable, tender and delicious, it is a rare food."

Yang Prison nodded slightly.

"What kind of food is this?"

The old man smiled dumbly:

"Really good bean curd brains should be ground with the brains of a hundred birds. A small bowl can hold thousands. A spoonful of the mouth seems to have thousands of birds chirping in the ear. That taste is the delicacy of the world."

Yang Yu wiped the corners of his mouth and responded coldly:

"That's not tofu brain."

"It's delicious food."

The old man pushed the bowls and chopsticks in front of him at will, and the soup spilled.

Yang Yu could see clearly, but he didn't eat a single bite, so he couldn't help but sneer:

"Your superficial skills are too bad."

This old guy is waiting for him.

When he saw him for the first time, Yang Yu knew it.

The old man was not annoyed, and asked with a light smile:

"The little beggars in Heishan County, all the way to this day, must have suffered a lot and paid a lot of hard work?"

"One more bowl of tofu brain!"

Yang Yutu opened his mouth and asked for another bowl of tofu brain:

"Be sweet!"

"Hehe~"

The old man smiled slightly:

"If I were you, I would drink nectar, eat delicious food, sleep with beautiful women, and wake up with power! If not, how can I be worthy of my hard work?"

"Gourmet food, what people want."

Yang prison nodded.

There are options, which one wants to eat soil?

There are countless delicacies and wines in this world. He is not an ascetic, and he has always had appetites.

"Who is the old man, you should have some guesses in your heart."

The old man stroked his long beard and said lightly:

"There is still a daughter in the old man's family, she is named, she is twenty-eight years old, she has a dignified appearance, and she is good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she lacks a good match..."

"Gold, silver, wealth and silk, gourmet nectar, women's **** rights... Just based on these, you want to win over Yang?"

Yang Yu's heart was not disturbed, but he wanted to laugh a little:

"It seems that Mr. Xiao's temperament is still a little smaller..."

With his martial arts today, whether it is gold, silver, wealth, silk, or women's sexual rights, as long as he wants to, it is not easy to get, but it is definitely not something that cannot be obtained.

What made him want to laugh even more was the attitude of this old guy.

Maybe it was because he had been in a high position for a long time, or maybe he was born noble, but he didn't know how to win people over at all.

Even though he promised many benefits, Yang Prison didn't feel any kindness from him.

Some, only indifference and contempt, and a touch of excellent killing intent hidden by him.

"Your talent is not bad, and you have a little skill, but so what? How about the weight of one person compared to the accumulation of more than ten generations of me?"

There was no smile on Xiao Zhan's face, replaced by a mountain of dignified oppression:

"You have made great contributions several times, but it is only a bronze medal. Do you know that for the same credit, this old man can send you to the headquarters of Six Gates in Kyoto?"

The old man's voice was neither loud nor low, but others seemed to be unable to hear him at all. Only the hawker who was tinkering with the food was trembling and sweating on his forehead.

Regardless, the diners on this street are all his subordinates.

"Power, status..."

Yang prison gently stirred the tofu brain in the bowl:

"so what?"

"A rotten Confucian who has lost his power can't give you what you want, but the old man, the Xiao family, can give you, and more."

Xiao Zhan tapped on the table and said lightly:

"You are a smart person, you should know how to choose."

During the conversation, he was always looking at the young man across the table.

He had seen too many young people who were born in poverty and had great talent. These people, no matter how they appeared, had a desire for power and status that transcended ordinary people.

What made him frown slightly was that the person opposite seemed unmoved.

"Indeed, I've always thought of myself as a wise man, and you're quite right."

Yang Yu nodded in agreement.

When Xiao Zhan's face softened slightly, the conversation changed again:

"However, I refuse!"

reject!

"Everyone has their own aspirations, but they can't force it."

Xiao Zhan sighed slightly, and didn't seem to want to persuade any more. He tapped the table and got up:

"Eat slowly, chances are running out!"

After all, he turned to leave.

And many of the diners who were seated also got up all at once, glanced coldly at Yang Prison, and followed closely behind.

"I haven't answered what you asked before."

Xiao Zhan paused slightly, turned around indifferently, and looked at the young man who was unhurriedly eating tofu brains.

"Oh?"

"You ask me, how does my weight compare to the accumulation of more than ten generations of you? I will answer you..."

After slowly eating the last bite of the pancake, Yang Yu put down the broken silver and got up. He swept over everyone and landed on Xiao Zhan.

The tone is light, like a heavy stone falling to the ground:

"You guys are also worthy of being compared with me?!"

call!

On the long street, it suddenly became quiet, until the needles could be heard.

The eyes of several vendors became horrified.

The eyes of the diners flashed with anger and murderous intent.

Xiao Zhan looked at him coldly. After a long time, he turned around and left. He didn't see his face, only to hear the rumble of laughter:

"Hahaha! This sentence will be engraved on your tombstone!"

call!

The long street was quiet for a long time.

Xiao Zhan and others have disappeared, and the eyes of the street vendors and diners are still on Yang Prison, as if looking at a dead person.

In Sirius Pass, killing is strictly prohibited.

But it doesn't mean that people won't die.

Unexpectedly, some discussions arose.

"Who is this person? Dare to talk to Lord Xiao like this..."

"Oh, it's a pity. If you are young, you are going to die. I'm afraid the old man in the family will send the black-haired person to the white-haired person."

"Master Xiao dares to offend, these young people now..."

...

Yang Yu's hearing is very good, and he can naturally hear the arguments coming from behind him.

But he didn't care too much. After leaving the long street, he went straight to the many blacksmith shops where orders were placed yesterday.

There are many more blacksmith shops in Tianlang Pass than in Qingzhou City. All kinds of ore and iron are also available, and the craftsmanship of blacksmiths is also superb.

However, Yang Prison naturally does not need them to build weapons.

After arriving, I chose a furnace and started repairing the arrows.

Yes, fix the arrows.

The role of armoured psychic skills is to be accumulated and replaced frequently, which is not feasible.

Therefore, the patriarch of Qixuanmen practiced 'Hundred Steps Flying Sword' instead of 'Flying Arrow'.

"After this incident, it's time to make a knife for myself."

Amidst the various thumping sounds of sparks, Yang Yu flashed his thoughts.

Armor and Armor Skills may seem inconspicuous, but in fact, a weapon with the same spirituality can greatly improve the combat power of a warrior.

Just like Henry Zhang, the King of Zhao of the West Palace.

Under his fist, he tried all means to block, and he could still stay half a breath. Even with such an injury, it was impossible to survive.

But once his phoenix wings are gilded with gold in his hand, even if he strikes casually, he can't take it no matter what, and he can only die quickly.

In the days that followed, Yang Prison still went back and forth between the inn and the blacksmith shop, leaving at sunrise and returning at sunset.

During the day~www.NovelMTL.com~ thumping arrows, collecting mysterious thunder stones, at night, in the cauldron of gluttony, practicing all kinds of martial arts, using secret methods to breathe arrows.

At this point, his martial arts have inevitably slowed down, but he will not slack off in the slightest.

At the same time, the energy storage of the gluttonous cauldron is gradually approaching the threshold.

"call!"

Another day passed with the thumping of sparks.

Yang Prison left the blacksmith shop with the arrow and Xuan Lei Stone. It was a little late today, and the sky was already dark.

The curfew is imminent, and the streets are quiet with few pedestrians.

"Huh~"

Glancing at the blacksmith shop with the door closed, Yang Yu seemed to feel it, and he slowly put down the ore and arrows in his hands.

I could hear a faint whimper in the night breeze.

Yin yin sympathy, like a child crying at night.