The First Cause of All Realms

"Woo~"

The melodious sound of the flute seemed to fit in with the breeze, and a faint worry reverberated in the Vientiane Mountains.

Yu Jing walked out of the bamboo hut with the freshly warmed rice wine on the tray, and walked quietly to the teacher. He glanced at the distant back of the second son, shook his head in his heart, but said nothing.

Listening to the sound of the flute, a touch of sourness filled my heart.

In a trance, clouds and mists seemed to gather in the mountain wind in front of me, as if I could see an academy.

He knew that this was because the flute contained the will of the teacher unconsciously overflowed and influenced him, and the blurred scene was what the teacher was thinking at this time.

The teacher who teaches is the teacher's teacher.

Great Confucianism, Xu Wenji.

"There are only seven private schools in Pingshan City, and only two of them are open to the public. If you want to go to audition, the cost of money cannot be afforded by ordinary families. , I can't learn anything..."

For some reason, Wang Muzhi put down the piccolo, recalled, and said to himself:

"Fortunately, I don't like to study very much. I am very happy to play with my playmates every day. Until that day, a scholar came to be the head catcher..."

Yu Jing listened silently, he knew that the teacher just needed to talk, no one needed to talk to him. .

"In the end, he was a scholar, he was a headhunter, and he also read every day. At first, he read alone in the downtown area, and later, he led other people to read with him when he had time.

The little friends were also attracted. Of course, it was mainly because he set up some wotou from time to time. At that time, they were poor and had an extra wotou, which was very happy.

But I didn't like it at the time, and I fought with him many times..."

Wang Muzhi has a smile, and there is nostalgia in his eyes:

"At that time, of course, it was not better than it is now, but every time I dream back at midnight, I always think about it, read it..."

Yu Jing put down the tray and served it with rice wine, saying:

"Then why don't you go see his old man?"

"Can't see, can't see."

Wang Muzhi sighed slightly:

"I'm silent, it's a shield that protects him, otherwise, it's a steel knife that kills him..."

"Isn't the friendship between master and apprentice not enough?"

Yu Jing's face was displeased.

Wang Muzhi seemed to be moved, but after thinking about it, he lowered his head and drank silently:

"I hate seeing it, it's better not to see it."

...

"Sprinkle beans into a soldier..."

Hearing the faint sound of the flute behind him, Zhang Lingfeng muttered to himself slightly, he weighed the projectile in his hand, and there was a gloomy light in his eyes.

Magicians have been rare since ancient times, but rarity does not mean that every magician is powerful. On the contrary, there are actually very few magicians who can be called tyrannical.

Among them, there is naturally the Vientiane Mountain Man.

Unlike Xu Jing, who needs to absorb the aura of a powerful martial artist to be able to transform into a soldier, this Vientiane Mountain Man's methods are much more powerful.

Ordinary people call it a soldier who spreads beans, but in fact, in his opinion, this magical power is more like an avatar.

When I came, I sat on a bamboo chariot, and when I returned, the sky was a little dark, and a luxurious chariot came to pick me up, and an old man stood with his hands down to greet him.

The old man waved his hand to let the maid go down and whispered:

"Prince, you are going to see the mountain people, but what's the matter?"

"Uncle Fu, how long have you been in the manor?"

Zhang Lingfeng clasped the projectile tightly and did not ask back.

The old man was startled and replied:

"It's been fifty-four years since the old slave took off his armor and entered the mansion... After the birth of the eldest son, the old slave followed you, thirty-two years and nine months..."

"Yeah, you have been with me since the birth of my son... It can be said that you brought me up with one hand. You have worked so hard all these years!"

Zhang Lingfeng sighed slightly.

"It is an honor for this old slave to be able to serve the prince, and I dare not say that it is hard work."

The old man seemed to notice, his expression tightened slightly.

Zhang Lingfeng glanced at him with a smile:

"Walking back and forth between the two families every day, do you still say it's not hard?"

"Sir!"

The old man's body trembled, just as he was about to say something, a hand had already landed on his shoulder, the breath contained in it, but it was as heavy as a mountain, and it only pressed him down to his knees.

clap clap~

Touching his palms and laughing lightly, Zhang Lingfeng's eyes didn't have the slightest smile, only the indifference that almost overflowed:

"What this prince hates the most is nothing but betrayal. You keep being loyal to me, hehe..."

"Don't make mistakes again and again..."

"wrong?!"

Zhang Lingfeng's voice suddenly rose, and his breath was terrifying, like a tiger who was about to devour someone:

"Then tell me, what's wrong with this prince?!"

His face was gloomy, like a volcano about to erupt, dangerous and terrifying.

"It was the old man who ordered me to kill me, did I not die immediately?"

"It was the old woman who imprisoned me for more than ten years. Did I survive it wrong?"

"Or they harmed me and made me cut off my sons and grandsons. I have a complaint in my heart?!"

His voice was gentle but still cold, and when he finally said it, the old man was shedding tears, and he shook his head and kowtowed:

"Sir, you can't, it's a big rebellion..."

Boom!

Zhang Lingfeng stepped on his head heavily, and his eyes flashed with anger:

"I want to try, can it be possible!"

"Sir!"

The old man has to say more, he has been grabbed by the back of the neck and lifted by a soldier:

"Sir, what to do with this old dog?"

"He has followed me for many years, and he has some kind of affection..."

Zhang Lingfeng restrained his anger and rubbed his palm lightly:

"Looking for a feng shui treasure, and buried his family."

"Sir, go around my family..."

The old man begged for mercy, but Zhang Lingfeng stopped looking at him, raised his hand and called another person, saying:

"Notify Feng and Lin Erying that all city gates are closed and no one is allowed to enter or leave."

"Yes!"

The armored soldier bowed and asked again, "Where is the palace..."

"Do your thing!"

Zhang Lingfeng got up slowly, and the carriage stopped.

The palace was chilling before, Zhang Wenan leaned on a cane, his face sinking like water, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Zhang Lingfeng got out of the car slowly, looked around the guards and guest ministers in front of the palace with a chilled expression, and his eyes fell on Zhang Wen'an:

"It seems that there are not a few spies buried beside me by the second uncle."

"Nie Barrier, how dare you collude with the Lin Daoist of Jade Dragon Temple!"

Zhang Wen'an's eyes are cold:

"If I had known this, eighteen years ago, this old man should have strangled you with his own hands!"

"Now, it's not too late, why don't Second Uncle give it a try?"

Zhang Lingfeng looked calm, and stood in front of the door with his hands behind his back, and all the guests and guards seemed to be facing a great enemy.

"Do you think you've learned a wicked magic trick, and you're amazing?"

Zhang Wenan leaned on the ground with his bamboo stick, and the whole long street roared for him.

"Stop it!"

Before he could take action, a sigh came from the door.

"Old sister-in-law!"

"Old lady!"

"princess!"

Hearing this voice, except for Zhang Lingfeng, the expressions of everyone outside the door changed.

"Second child, do you really want swordsmen in the house?"

The old lady seemed to be getting older, she sighed softly.

"Huh~"

Seeing the old woman, Zhang Lingfeng thought that his heart was hard enough and prepared enough, but he still couldn't suppress the emotions in his heart:

"How?"

"The anger and resentment in your heart are all alone, so why hurt the innocent?"

The old woman rolled up her sleeves, revealing her withered arms:

"Today, I will give you a chance to kill me!"

call!

Before the palace, there seemed to be a cold wave surging, and the guests looked at each other in dismay. Only Zhang Wenan spoke up to stop it, but was also pressed down by the old woman.

"Old sister-in-law..."

Zhang Wen'an hesitated, then retreated.

Even 20 years ago when his brother had not been severely injured and comatose, his old sister-in-law firmly occupied the throne of the first master of the palace and even Longyuan Dao.

It was only after the people from Wanxiang Mountain came here that they let them go.

But how could he bear to let their mother and son meet each other...

"kill you?"

Zhang Lingfeng was stunned at first, and then laughed, and the tears of the straight smile flowed down:

"The thief is God, what kind of virtue and what ability of a certain Zhang, have such parents?"

"Hahaha!"

He laughed and stepped back, until the laughter and tears on his face disappeared, replaced by a dead silence without any emotional fluctuations:

"You still want to kill me, okay, then come on!"

boom!

The old woman raised her hand slowly, and suddenly she felt the sound of horse hooves rushing like thunder in the long street in the distance, and in the distance, there were several roars one after another.

The city gate was slammed shut.

...

"Is this the Daocheng?!"

Watching this majestic city up close, Li Eryi, who had been traveling for half his life, couldn't help but be amazed.

In comparison, even Qingzhou City seems to be a little insignificant.

He led the carriage to get off the ferry, and suddenly realized that something was wrong, and he rushed to the horse. The gate of Longyuan City was tall and eye-catching enough. He glanced at it, and the gate seemed to be closing.

"Long Yuanwei returns to the city, get out of the way quickly!"

Seeing that the city gate was about to close, Li Eryi had an idea and pulled up the tiger skin of the one in the carriage. After everyone gave in, he jumped in the queue and entered the city gate.

Boom!

The tall city gates were heavily closed, and many people were ruthlessly shut out, causing an uproar, but under Long Yuanwei's iron-blooded wrist, no one dared to stop him.

"so close!"

Li Eryi, who was driving the carriage, couldn't help but sighed in relief when he saw it.

It's just that this city closed so early?

It doesn't look like it's getting dark yet...

"Not right..."

In the carriage, Wang Jingqi, whose face was still a little pale, seemed to sense something, suddenly lifted the curtain and looked into the distance.

In the battle of Yuanminggu, he almost died there. Fortunately, he did not die. After that, he continued to cultivate until he was able to get up. He did not directly return to Daocheng, but went to explore the whereabouts of other Long Yuanwei.

When passing through Deyang Mansion~www.NovelMTL.com~ I met Qiu Zhanyu and learned about what happened next.

After hearing that he was going back to Daocheng, Li Eryi insisted on being a groom for him.

He wanted to refuse, but in the face of Yang Prison, he had to acquiesce, and it was a matter of bringing one more person.

"No, not good?!"

Li Eryi's heart 'squeaked'.

"Yeah, it's not good."

Wang Jingqi silently swallowed a blood burning pill and got off the car slowly:

"Escape!"

"What, what? Why did you run away?"

Li Eryi was a little stunned.

Then I heard the thunderous sound of horse hooves approaching, and a group of black-clothed swordsmen rode their horses on the long street, galloping towards them, with a suffocating arrogance.

"Isn't it?!!"