The First Cause of All Realms

Chapter 618 The Difficulty of Martial Saint!

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After the New Year, the wind and snow became less and less, although the cold still remained, but it seemed that the snow disaster did not develop towards the most serious level.

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The sky was bright and Qi Wensheng was pacing on the street. At this time, there was still fog in the city, but there were already many vendors.

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These ordinary people are very fragile and can't help being targeted by local ruffians, bullies, squires, and gangs, yet they are so tough.

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Qi Wensheng himself felt cold in the cold wind in the middle of the winter morning, but they had already gotten up early to work, and even a lot of clothes were still very thin.

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Facing the cold wind, many people rubbed their hands and stomped their feet while working, but their energy was much better than before.

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Without the layer-by-layer exploitation of local ruffians, gangs, squires, and officials, in just two years, Northwest Daocheng has already undergone tremendous changes in the eyes of ordinary people.

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If there is no external pressure, Qi Wensheng firmly believes that in at most ten years, all traces left by the Zhang clan in the northwest will be washed away.

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Even to become the foundation of a king.

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However……

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With a sigh in his heart, before he came to an alley, there was also a breakfast stall along the street. In the hot steam, Yang Yu ate breakfast as usual.

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Opposite him is Qi Daoguang, who has been in Northwest Road for nearly a month, and further away, is Li Daoren who chews breakfast like wax.

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"Master..."

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Qi Wensheng hesitated.

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"Could it be that something happened to Mengxue Office?"

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Yang Prison glanced at him:

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"Or those literati?"

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For more than 3,000 years from ancient times to the present, the dynasties have changed several times, rebelled, and have their own processes.

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It is nothing more than fighting the local tyrants, dividing the fields, training the army, doing research, salt and iron, and screening the officials.

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Although Yang Yu didn't know much about it, Wang Muzhi's group of disciples knew it very well. All he wanted to do was to compare the life and death books, so that people would make the best use of them.

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In the past two years, it was actually very smooth.

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Under Yang prison's thunderous means, no matter whether it was the big clan in the city, the squires, or the mice entrenched in the dark underground, they were all killed.

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But trouble, of course, still exists.

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Northwest Daocheng is a central hub. Even if it is not in the hinterland, Lingnan, Linlong, Wanlong and other places are prosperous. It should have everything, but it is not lacking.

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For example, the imperial electorate.

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It can be said that the Northwest Daocheng is home to the largest number of Confucian schools and the largest number of literati students.

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"Yes……"

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Qi Wensheng hesitated for a moment, then nodded:

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"Most of these scholars came for the imperial examination. If you cut off this path, they will naturally feel dissatisfied..."

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More than dissatisfaction?

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It's just like boiling back and forth!

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What Yang Prison broke was not only the imperial examinations, but also the big gentry in the city who could have accommodated these literati and writers.

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Not only that, the selection of officials, even the yamen, did not have any preference for them.

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So much so that, after a year, these literati and writers not only lost their income, but also spent their savings.

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There are many who copy books and letters for others, some who go to work as coolies, some who live on the streets, and many who fight for porridge with disaster victims.

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Because of this, he has actually suppressed it several times, and he just reported that he couldn't hold it anymore.

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After listening, Yang Yu couldn't help but be dumbfounded:

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"The porridge and rice have never been short of them, the food is provided for work, and there is no shortage of work they can do... I just want to have a daily poetry and book tea party like before, nestled in the red and green, but who is to blame..."

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One of the things Yang Prison must do every day is to read the book of life and death. Although it is impossible to go into details, he naturally knows that these scholars are making troubles.

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These days, there are very few literate people, but those who can read and do some arithmetic are not short of livelihood.

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However, this group of people is so talented that they can't even do it as an official, except for talking in a big way.

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Why is he interested in dealing with this group of people?

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"...Uncle Master, these scholars, although their hands are a little lower, there are not many evils, you can..."

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Qi Wensheng felt a little vacuous in his heart.

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"It's up to them to make trouble, but if you go against the law, you naturally don't need mercy."

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"Yes!"

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Qi Wensheng breathed a sigh of relief, and then said:

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"Yanzhou has a eagle coming, saying that it is from Longyuan Dao who wants to buy dragon horses, black iron weapons, arrows... Do you agree?"

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For 400 years, the fighting between the alien races outside the Great Wall and Daming has never completely stopped. In previous years, Longyuan was often used as a barrier, and Northwest and Ding'an supported them.

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Now...

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"Send Jiang Wu, if Long Yuandao asks for anything, he will agree to it, don't be embarrassed, and don't allow it to raise the price or delay it on purpose!"

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With the promise, Qi Wensheng left in a hurry.

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"Is it interesting?"

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Qi Daoguang suddenly asked.

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"Why do you know what to ask?"

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Yang Prison continued to eat breakfast.

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In the past month, he and Qi Daoguang met quite a few times. Except for that fight, they were all talking about martial arts.

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The two hold the sky and shake the ground, and they are both strong personalities, masters of tyrannical boxing, and great masters of horizontal training. They communicate with each other and gain a lot.

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At first, Qi Daoguang was a little resistant, but now, he has tacitly agreed.

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"The human body is delicate and fragile. The more brave and diligent my generation of warriors is, the greater the pressure on the body. Therefore, although nominally, everyone can live for two hundred years, but looking at the past, those who can live to this length of life, Not too much..."

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Qi Daoguang wiped his mouth and said lightly:

"It's just right to put all the lifespan that doesn't last long into the martial arts. It's tantamount to committing suicide if you get caught up in chores!"

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He is a pure martial artist.

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Purely enough, the inheritance rights of the big family that have been passed down for thousands of years are abandoned like shoes, and the imperial court's awards are not accepted.

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He expressed his incomprehension that Yang Prison was in the midst of mundane affairs.

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"It's not a good thing to be too tight."

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Yang Yu looked as usual.

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In the past ten years, he has squeezed himself more ruthlessly than Qi Daoguang, and he has hardly stopped.

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But whether it is martial arts practice or immortal practice, one must relax and moderate in the end.

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He was able to open hundreds of orifices in one day, of course there was a reason for the spiritual qi to wash his body, but in that year, the relief from his heart was also the top priority.

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"That's right, your death is coming, so you don't need to be afraid of waste anymore!"

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Qi Daoguang sneered:

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"Your luck is not bad, the Heavenly Wolf made a border, attracted the attention of the whole world, and restrained the three heroes of Long Yuan, and King Ding An would not dare to attack you alone, even if he was afraid of his wife's coward.

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But the emperor will come sooner or later. By then, you are busy with these trivial things, and you are nothing but smoke! "

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Wanlong Road is close to the north, and it is only half a Ding'an Road away from the Northwest Road. If the emperor ordered more than 10,000 mysterious armors to come by flying eagles, as rumored, then, at most, more than two years, they will also be Kill the Northwest Road!

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"Brother Qi, why are you not optimistic about Yang?"

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Yang Prison raised his eyebrows.

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"You're optimistic?"

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Qi Daoguang laughed dumbly:

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"One side is a great unified dynasty, with more than 400 years of heritage, just relying on your ten years of practice, how to resist? Leave this place, find a place to heal, and fight with me, that's the right way..."

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Martial Saint may not have lived more than two hundred years, but it is not difficult for a great master to live a hundred years. If there is a nourishing elixir and a strange cultivation technique, like the Daoist Li behind him, it is not impossible!

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On the bright side, there are three people on the Splendid Ranking. They are in the imperial court, and they are not many on the Mountains and Rivers Ranking.

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But in fact, just like the Splendid Mountains and Rivers List, there are omissions, and the background of the court is far more than those on the bright side...

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"What if I go further?"

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Yang Yu made no secret of himself, just to understand the hidden power of the court through the direct line of the big family in front of him.

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And, his understanding of martial arts.

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"If before last year's winter, before your hundred orifices were opened, you could break through the Martial Sage, and it would be a smooth road, at least eleven or twelve years, and as many as twenty-one or two years, and you could achieve..."

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"How is it now?"

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"Now you have all the hundred orifices open, the real temperature is not bad, and the Heaven's Will Four Symbols Arrows have also gone to the tenth grade. The gap with a certain family is actually not too big..."

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In Qi Daoguang's eyes, a trace of regret and pity flashed:

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"But you, that day is gone..."

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Regret and pity, Qi Daoguang is a character who does not deliberately hide himself, and who is happy and angry.

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But Yang Yu didn't seem to care, and still looked at him, as if asking him why.

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"My generation of warriors has swallowed countless medicinal pills, exchanged blood thirteen, established five levels of foundation, bones, skin, viscera, and bone marrow, all of which are extraordinary and refined.

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Why is it that throughout the ages, according to historical records, there are only a few Martial Saints who have lived over two hundred years, not even as many as ordinary people?

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Three hundred years old, only Zhang Shui? "

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Qi Daoguang felt a great pity in his heart, and he didn't sell anything, so he spoke directly:

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"Because, you can only cross the gate of the Martial Saint if you burn yourself to the fullest. This loss will be made up when you achieve it, but you..."

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What to burn is self-evident.

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"Lifetime?"

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Yang Yu was thoughtful.

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This point, the man of the truth, has not mentioned it...

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But when I thought about it, I suddenly realized.

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He was only a year old, and looking at the world's strong people, they were all very young and the mantra man. Obviously, he didn't expect his lifespan to plummet...

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but……

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Yang Yu glanced at Daoist Li who was not far away. In the wind and snow, the old Daoist had a bitter expression and obviously heard Qi Daoguang's words.

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"If this old guy wants to be promoted to the Martial Saint, he needs more than Daoguo... With his appearance, unless the world changes drastically, the spiritual energy is a hundred times fuller than it is now~www.NovelMTL.com~ Otherwise..."

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Qi Daoguang shook his head, his words were cold:

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"There is absolutely no hope!"

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The four words, like four heavy hammers, caused Li Daoren to stumble and his cloak almost fell.

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"Old man, I'm not willing..."

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His voice became hoarse. If Yang Yu said this, he would not believe it, but Qi Daoguang is almost the only true disciple...

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"In this world, there are no one thousand but eight hundred who die at this level..."

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In the roar of laughter, Qi Daoguang stood up long, with his robe sleeves turned back, he had already left:

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"How many coins are you worth for your unwillingness?"

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"I……"

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Li Daoren's expression became desolate, and even the hood fell off and his bald scalp was exposed, as if he didn't realize it...

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Unwilling, despair!

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His five fingers made a 'kaka' sound, he was unwilling, but felt powerless.

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Even if he wanted to fight for his life and death, at this moment, Yang Prison was no longer a match for him.

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Huhu~

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Yang Yu came back to his senses, watching Lao Dao stumble into the snow, his heart couldn't help but move.

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Good night everyone... I'm going to try the third shift tomorrow, big guys, come and count the votes!

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