The First Cause of All Realms

Ape Minggu, something really happened.

but……

"Seeking death, who is to blame?"

Glancing at the letter, Yang Yu felt a little at ease.

Yuanming Valley has not been peaceful these days.

The large group of martial arts people who came because of the magic and charm, and they did not know where they got the news, came to Yuanming Valley one after another. Although they were afraid of the name of Jinyiwei and did not dare to push hard, there was indeed friction.

Later, Qi Gang became impatient, and opened the door directly and put a group of people in. Not surprisingly, there was an accident.

Dozens of people died.

Afterwards, those who came to speak up annoyed Qi Gang, and was beaten to death by dozens...

"Maybe it's a coincidence, maybe someone did it deliberately, and one of the people killed by Commander Qi had a background. Maybe there will be some trouble..."

Bu Lingxu shook his head slightly, but didn't care much.

This can be seen from his understated sentence "maybe there is some trouble", and his attitude towards martial artists in the arena is also mostly contempt.

Compared with the background, can Jin Yiwei lose?

Seeing what Bu Lingxu said casually, Qin Si reminded:

"The martial arts in Qingzhou have been withered because of the disaster that year, and they haven't recovered for decades, so they are better than the neighboring Yunzhou. But there are still some masters."

"Um?"

As soon as she opened her mouth, Bu Lingxu was shocked to realize that there was someone behind Yang Prison, and when she saw it, her eyes lit up.

Although it is dressed in men's clothes without Fendai, it is still extremely beautiful, and people can't move their eyes at a glance.

Fortunately, he knew the severity, took a look and retracted his eyes, and responded:

"The martial arts forces in the three states of Longyuan Road, Baizhou is the most tyrannical, followed by Qingzhou, and Yunzhou is second. However, because Mr. Xu purged Yunzhou, a large number of masters fled north to Qingzhou..."

Bu Lingxu spoke briefly about the martial arts forces in the three states.

Back then, when the imperial court cut down mountains and destroyed temples, Qingzhou was the worst hit, and the martial arts forests in the territory were almost wiped out, while Yunzhou was even worse.

The unique Baizhou, because of the extra concubine, was cleaned, but the damage was the least.

Yang Prison nodded and motioned for him to continue.

"Qingzhou martial arts are very withered. Although Bailongxuan and Nanling Sword Sect are called big sects, they are only three or two big cats and kittens. However, the fish that slipped through the net after cutting down mountains and temples were extremely powerful."

Bu Ling paused for a while and said:

"Qingzhou martial arts, the first is the remnant of the Jade Dragon Temple 'Lin Daoren', he is a closed disciple of the Taoist man of the truth, and his martial arts are only under General Wei.

Second, there is the old old man Hanshui, who escaped the cleaning and disappeared. Thirdly, it is the uncle of the person killed by the commander Qi, Zhen Sanshan, Yun Jie and Lian Sheng, the holy girl Yu Lingxian. "

"Lin Daoren, Han Shui old man, Yun Jie, Yu Lingxian..."

Yang prison chewed on the names of these people.

There are seven prefectures in Qingzhou, one hundred and two counties, a population of hundreds of millions, and there are so many martial arts practitioners. However, the martial arts have withered to this point.

And this also includes Taoist Yulong Guanlin who has long been missing...

"Lin Daoist..."

Qin Si's heart was touched.

"These people here will be handed over to Lord Bu."

Yang Yu noticed her strangeness, coughed lightly, found two horses, and left the town with Qin Si one after the other.

"Lin Daoren, a patriarch and a young apprentice, is considered to be my uncle. His talent was the best in the customs when he was young, and he was regarded by the patriarch as an inheritance.

It was he who adopted me from the hungry, and treated me well..."

Qin Si said softly:

"A few years ago, after he fought with Wei Zhengxian, he was found by the four commanders of Long Yuanwei, and then he disappeared..."

Her expression was a little gloomy.

"No news is the best news."

Yang Yu was waiting to be comforted, and Zhao Kun, who was far behind the two, also chased after him with a car.

"Brother Yang doesn't need to be comforted, children of the rivers and lakes, who can't see life and death?"

Qin Si showed a smile and clasped her fists again:

"Brother Yang, be careful here, little sister has something to do in Deyang Mansion, so I can't go with you."

Having said that, he got off the horse.

"These are some entanglements, medicinal pills, which may be useful on the road."

Yang Prison dismounted from the horse to see him off.

"This jade pendant is handed down from the Guan Nei, and it can hold a 'magic power' for a short period of time, so be prepared."

Qin Si took the things and sent the jade pendant that had been prepared earlier.

Without waiting for him to refuse, he waved his hand and got into the carriage.

Yang Prison stood for a long time, watching the carriage go away, and there were ripples in his heart.

...

"This kid is no longer in the pool."

Zhao Kun, who was driving his horse, looked back at his disappearing back and sighed slightly.

Perhaps because of the short time, he is only a thousand households in Jinyiwei at this time. With his martial arts and methods, his future achievements are probably limitless.

You must know that people with supernatural powers tend to have average martial arts talent, and those with excellent martial arts talent are even more difficult to obtain the approval of Taoism.

As for Yang Yu, his martial arts talent is extremely high, and he has the fruit of Taoism. It is not impossible to become a martial arts saint one day.

Qin Si lowered the curtain:

"This time, don't go the wrong way."

"How can you go the wrong way?"

Zhao Kun stared, seeing that there was no reply from the car, he hesitated slightly, but still said:

"Actually, with his martial arts and status today, if he can persuade him, and with the help I have accumulated over the years, he may not be able to take the road of fighting for the dragon..."

"Uncle, in your life, don't talk about confidants, you don't even have many friends, right?"

Qin Si clutched the bag containing the silver pills and said:

"If the master is still alive, I'm afraid I don't want you to be like this..."

"you!"

Zhao Kun was stunned for a moment, and then he was a little embarrassed and became angry, and the horses who were whipping fiercely neighed: "Look, old man, you are clearly attracted to that kid!"

"Whatever you say."

Qin Si was too lazy to pay attention to him.

"You just don't want to pull that kid into rebellion! But You Dao is the swamp of a gentleman, and he will be executed for five generations! The Zhang family has been in the world for more than 400 years, and everyone in the world owes him Zhang Yuanzhu for a long time!

According to the current situation in the world, following the imperial court is only a dead end! "

Zhao Kun was furious and a little weak.

"Even if it were, so what? A gentleman's friendship is like water. He regards me as a friend, and Qin Si regards him as a friend. How could he bear to drag him into the quagmire?

As for the rest..."

Having said this, Qin Si paused and said:

"If the Dao can be accomplished, then it will be accomplished, if it cannot be accomplished, then it will not be accomplished!"

...

...

Along with the eagles breaking through the air, the news of the birth of the magic charm spread out at a very fast speed, and with the help of people with a heart, it spread almost all over Qingzhou.

Huhu~

A hawk flew out of Deyang Mansion and landed in the mountains. After a few circles, it fell into the backyard of a sect located on the top of the mountain.

"My son!"

One smashed the letter raft, and a burly man roared with a grim look.

Not caring about Ling Ying's begging for food, he exerted his strength and quickly entered the back mountain, and hurriedly arrived in front of a quiet secret room.

Swish!

There seemed to be a flash of thunder, and the dark inner room was instantly bright.

On the futon sat an old man. His body was eight feet long, with an arched back, wide ribs, square head and big ears.

Not to mention that he was nearly ninety years old, his blood was as vigorous as an oven, and the stone walls of the entire inner chamber were scorched hot.

"What happened?"

As soon as the old man waved his hand, the stone chamber opened from the cave.

The big man outside the door bowed and knelt down, saying with grief and indignation, "Master, my son is dead! Then Qi Gang wants to monopolize the magic charm..."

call!

There seemed to be turbulent waves, and the old man's eyes were wide open, like a wild lion:

"What did you say?"

"My son died..."

The big man had just said half a sentence when he was interrupted arrogantly:

"Next sentence!"

"Then Qi Gang wants to monopolize the magic charm..."

"Magic?!"

The old man stood up, stretched out his hand and grabbed the big man in front of him, leaned over and shouted:

"Why didn't you notify me if there was a magic charm?!"

"Teacher, teacher..."

The big man changed color.

"Don't talk nonsense! Where is the magic charm?"

"De, Deyang Mansion, Yuanming Valley!"

boom!

Before he finished speaking, the big man had been shoved to the ground, only to hear the wind whistling, the old man had disappeared, only the sound waves echoed:

"Bring the elite disciples in the door, come quickly, and make no mistake!"

...

...

flutter~

A hawk flew into the mansion and fell into the lake pavilion, on Nie Wendong's raised arm.

"It's lively, but it's not lively enough."

Destroying the secret letter casually, Nie Wendong smiled, summoned the servants who were waiting in the distance, gave a few words, and got up by himself.

Go to the front yard.

The security in the front yard was heavily guarded, and it was not weakened by Yang Prison's departure.

Divine Arm Crossbow has also been transferred by him a lot.

The old monk Yuanjue stayed in front of the altar day and night, chanting sutras and practicing meditation.

"call!"

Gently spit out a mouthful of turbid air, blowing away the dust in front of him, Yuanjue slowly opened his eyes and looked at Nie Wendong:

"Master Nie wants to activate the altar again?"

These days, Nie Wendong had to urge the altar three or four times a day on average, but in the fog, he couldn't see what the former was doing.

He couldn't even notice the slightest difference, let alone guess what his magical powers were.

"Master Lao took the trouble to look after it."

Nie Wendong nodded slightly and walked into the altar.

With repeated use, the seven altars lost their original colors, and no matter what the material was, they were all bluish-black at this time.

"Amitabha."

The old monk Yuanjue put his hands together and looked at the altar.

As Nie Wendong once again took out the **** statue that looked very much like himself, the familiar fog reappeared, but it was different from before, and the fog began to spread.

Yuanjue frowned slightly, but still did not dodge, letting the mist cover himself, while chanting the Buddha's name, he also looked into the altar.

The fog began to spread, and the scene inside the altar became clearer.

He saw Nie Wendong standing on the altar, his clothes were moving without wind, and there was a buzzing sound.

call!

The fog flowed back to the palm of his hand, and after a while, a blurry picture appeared, and it seemed that there were still human figures surging in it.

"This is?"

Yuanjue was startled, but Nie Wendong had already noticed it. With a thought, the fog had become thicker again.

"call!"

Nie Wendong blew lightly ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and the scene in front of him became clear.

It was a dark underground palace without much light, but through the faint light, the grim shadows in the darkness and the pool of dried blood were vaguely visible.

"woooo~"

The sound of grief sounded, surging from the dark underground palace, more like following an unknown trajectory, sounding in the altar.

Sobbing bleak.

"Ugh."

Nie Wendong stretched out his hand, as if he had entered the underground palace through the black fog.

He seemed to want to touch something, but as the mournful whimper became high-pitched, he retracted his hand.

"woooo~"

He wiped away the mist in front of him, and a complex touch flashed across Nie Wendong's face, which was immediately covered with coldness.

"One will succeed and ten thousand bones will die..."