The First Cause of All Realms

Lu Chen…

Yang Yu was a little surprised.

Lu Chen, who is not well-known in the world, is a character that cannot be avoided in all kinds of ancient books.

Lu Chen has a history that can be traced, the first Martial Saint, and even, it can be said that he is the only Martial Saint!

After him, for 2,600 years, there has never been a Martial Saint in the world. It was not until the last years of the previous dynasty that a new Martial Saint was born.

"Dari Tathagata, referring to Lu Chen's 'Dari Tathagata Palm'? Or..."

Yang Yu guessed in his heart and opened the ancient book.

"Dare to ask the sky, are there any immortals?"

"Dare to ask the sky, who can not die?"

The flying pen and ink wrote a deep desire. Through the handwriting, Yang prison seemed to see an old man's long sigh.

This ancient scroll was not left by Lu Chen.

It is a biography written by later generations, which records some of Lu Chen's deeds and some of its influence on later generations.

"...Fen for the sixth generation, Yu Lie, has become one of the world's rulers. The Qin Emperor can be called an emperor through the ages. However, those who have reached the top of the world are all long-term visionaries.

In the first year of the Great Unification, Emperor Qin sent 3,000 alchemists to cross the oceans in the east, boundless mountains in the west, seek islands in the South China Sea, or go to the Arctic glaciers.

In that year, Lu Chen Shisan and the alchemist crossed the ocean to the east, and no one knew about the process, but ten years later, Lu Chen returned alone, and at the same time, brought the 'Dao Fruit'..."

"The origin of the dao fruit cannot be studied. Perhaps it has another name in the more ancient legend. Lu Chen ordered it to be the 'Dao fruit', which means the fruit condensed by the heaven..."

……

Thousands of words eloquently.

Daoist language is obscure, and there are many slang words in it, Yang Prison read it very slowly.

In thousands of words, the information contained is incomparably huge.

From Emperor Qin's search for immortals, to Lu Shen's return from Dongdu, from eight thousand alchemists to gather Xianyang to study the fruits of Taoism, to Qinhuangkeng to kill the heavenly scholars...

From Lu Chen's achievement of the Martial Sage, to the collapse of the first unified dynasty recorded in history.

The information is huge and the span is huge.

"It's not that the promotion of Martial Sage requires Dao Fruit. Martial Saint comes from the person who refines Dao Fruit..."

Yang Yu chewed in his mouth.

The information in this ancient scroll is very large, especially including Lu Shen's exploration of the source of Daoguo, as well as some textual research on myths and legends.

According to the statement in this book, Lu Chen did not know what method he used to really verify the existence of some immortals in the legend.

"This is in line with the tidal theory that I saw before the Sanxiao Sanren!"

Closing the ancient scroll, Yang Yu's thoughts rolled over in his heart.

With his back to the six doors, he has also seen many similar ancient scrolls along the way. The authors may be different, but they all tend to have a broken chronology before the Qin Dynasty. In the long past, there really existed immortals.

Among them, the most reasonable speculation is the tidal theory of Sanxiao Sanren.

According to him, the tide ebbs and flows.

In the long past, the tide fell, the gods disappeared, and the history was broken. Until the Qin Dynasty, when Daoguo came out, and Lu Chen became a martial artist, the tide started.

After all, it's been three thousand years...

"Assuming that the theory of tides is accurate, how many Dao Fruits should come out after the tide rises for three thousand years?"

Yang Yu's heart is slightly tight, the water in this world is deeper than he imagined.

Others don't know much about Henry Zhang, the King of Zhao in the West Mansion, and the old woman he saw in the Cauldron of Gluttony.

There must be someone who has the fruit of the Tao, and even refined the fruit of the Tao...

How many similar people are there?

I'm afraid no one knows.

Putting down the ancient scrolls, Yang Yu looked through the other ancient scrolls one by one. These ancient scrolls were similar to this one, and there were also some travel notes.

Among them, the most useful ones are some records about refining Daoguo.

There are four steps in the refining and refining of Daoguo. They surrender their hearts, hold rituals, light up the life chart, and refine their ranks. There are sporadic records on this.

"The old man really knows how to take it, he didn't even leave a single martial arts book..."

After reading all these ancient scrolls, one night has passed, and when I walked out of the cave, the sky was already bright.

Yang Prison's careful inspection revealed that there were quite a few traces under the platform. It seemed that someone had climbed down the mountain wall.

"According to this trace, the old man walked for at least a month or two. If he wanted to go back to Heishan City, I'm afraid he would have gone back long ago..."

Looking at the vast mountains, Yang Yu was relieved, but also had a headache.

As an old man, he has no reason not to be in Montenegro.

unless……

……

……

唳~

Above the sky, clouds and mists rolled, and a white crane with red eyes and wings spread several feet soared in it, sometimes whimpering, and seemed to be seriously injured.

On Baihe's back, a small old man with a small stature was holding a rag parcel, shivering.

In the middle of winter, the sky was already extremely cold. Flying above the sky at such a high speed was naturally extremely cold. The frozen complexion of the old man turned blue, and the atmosphere could not even breathe.

"Xiaobai doesn't cry, doesn't cry. I'll heal you when I go back..."

A maid in green with her hair in a bun hugged Baihe's neck with a distressed face, covering the wound for it.

"Daughter, girl. This is too high, too high..."

The little old man couldn't help shouting out, but his voice was blown away by the wind.

But the maid in green heard clearly, turned her face and glared at him:

"Did you also call your daughter-in-law?"

"Too high."

The little old man clutched the white crane's feather tightly, his face full of tension.

Looking down from here, the mountains have become insignificant, and the earth is almost invisible. Where has he seen this?

"Coming!"

The maid in green replied impatiently and patted the white crane under her seat lightly.

Boo!

Bai He let out a long cry, as if he was relieved, and with a dive, he almost threw the little old man off his back.

The frightened latter turned pale.

Huhu~

The air flow was soaring, hundreds of meters passed by in the blink of an eye, and not long after, the white crane had already landed on a barren mountain.

Blows away the snow on the top of the mountain.

She also blew the hem of her white dress sitting on the edge of the cliff.

"Miss."

Carrying the little old man, he jumped down, the green-clothed maid tapped her feet, and when she came to the white-clothed, she respectfully saluted.

With his feet on the ground, the little old man breathed a sigh of relief and retched before looking towards the edge of the cliff.

It was a girl who looked seventeen or eighteen years old. She was dressed in white, with a graceful figure and blue silk reaching her waist. The two of them landed, and she turned her face just now.

Her facial features are exquisite and perfect, and her eyes are dazzling, as bright as the stars, seeming to reflect the scene of the mountain top.

It's just that the fly in the ointment is that this jade face is pale and tired.

"He looks really handsome, but he's too cruel..."

The little old man murmured, thinking of his own boy.

Wouldn't it be nice if this was promised to your own kid?

"Miss, are you hurt so badly?"

The maid in green looked distressed and angry:

"Sooner or later, that mad woman will look good!"

"Yu Fengxian's injury will only get worse."

The woman in white glanced at the maid lightly, and her cold gaze fell on the little old man who was squatting on the ground:

"What is your name?"

The reason why she still did not return to the helm after being seriously injured was to wait for the little old man.

Before she was injured in the battle with Yu Fengxian, and when the red-eyed white crane fell into the air, she caught a glimpse of the little old man in the mountain.

He has the breath of Dao Fruit on his body.

"I……"

The little old man turned his eyes slightly, lowered his head and replied:

"Little old man Yang Tianyou, born in Shunde Mansion in Qingzhou."

"Yang Tianyou."

The white-clothed woman's eyes moved slightly, and she said softly:

"You didn't die after falling down the mountain, but you got an adventure. The name is apt."

The little old man touched his nose, but he was thinking about how to get rid of these two people.

He's been out for too long this time, and the old lady and baby at home are worried about waiting.

Seeing that the little old man was absent-minded, the woman in white frowned slightly:

"Do you know what kind of creation you have?"

"This…"

Yang Tianyou's heart trembled slightly, but the most worrying thing happened.

But still bite the bullet and fight haha, thinking in his heart that he will die.

"If you are worried that I will rob you of your creation, you don't have to. This fruit cannot be robbed once you recognize it as the owner. Even if I tear you apart, I won't be able to get it back."

The woman in white snorted softly:

"You can't know what I'm asking for."

"Can't you take it out?!"

Not only was Yang Tianyou displeased, but his heart thumped:

"Daughter, is there no way to take it out?"

"You old guy is so bold!"

The girl in green immediately became furious, and was about to slap her with her sleeves rolled up, but she was still called by the woman in white.

"Since the fruit has been recognized as the master, you should probably know the value of this thing."

But the girl in white came to be interested:

"The ancient emperors and generals are all mad, why are you thinking of taking them out instead?"

"I'm at this age, and if there is anything good, it's meaningless anyway."

Yang Tianyou sighed:

"I originally wanted to go back and pass this baby on to that kid in my family, but it doesn't seem to work..."

"Obtaining this thing, I dare not talk about longevity, but longevity and longevity are inevitable. Could it be that you don't care about it?"

The girl in green was also a little surprised.

Is this old man so stupid?

She thought to herself, if she got this treasure, her mother wanted it, and she didn't want to give it away.

"Longevity and longevity~www.novelmt.com~Immortal life, this is what the emperor thought."

Yang Tianyou shook his head slightly:

"The old woman in my family is not strong anymore. What's the fun in leaving me alone for a few more decades?"

The emperors and generals don't want to live forever, but the merchants and pawns only want to live this life, and they don't want to come in the next life.

How many more years to live?

"What a silly old man."

The maid in green scoffed.

But he also understood the attitude of this old man a little bit. This old man is not so afraid of death, and it is only natural that he is not afraid of himself.

The girl in white seemed to have some understanding, and sighed slightly:

"Have pity on the people of the world, there are so many troubles. All beings are in difficulty..."

"Daughter, since you can't get the fruit, what are you tying me for?"

After resting for a while, Yang Tianyou couldn't sit still anymore, patted his **** and stood up, mainly because it was too cold:

"The old man doesn't have anything else worthy of your attention, right?"

The girl in white does not hide:

"I want your **** seed!"

"What, what?"

Yang Tianyou paled in horror:

"You want my seed?"

boom!

The air waves rolled, and Yang Tianyou didn't say a word before being photographed into the snowdrift.

Yu Lingxian's face was filled with evil spirits, and she lightly flicked her skirt sleeves:

"The old guy is so shameless!"