The First Cause of All Realms

Someone on the roof? !

Yang Yu's heart skipped a beat.

His five senses are far superior to those of ordinary people. Even when he changed blood, he never relaxed his perception of the outside world, and he was even more vigilant.

Moreover, even when his qi and blood have broken through and his five senses are at their sharpest, he can only hear the slightest breathing sound.

But he couldn't feel his blood and heartbeat.

"The turtle and snake are in winter possession, and the horse is in possession of the yin. Being able to control himself to such a degree, this person has far more control over his body than me. He is a great master!"

Suppressing the restlessness in his heart, Yang Prison pretended that nothing had happened, and put on his clothes one by one.

Phew!

And at the moment when he held the waist knife, a gust of wind suddenly broke out outside the house, and the turbulent air smashed the window bolt and poured in backwards.

Yang Yu held the knife in his backhand and bowed slightly. He was shocked but not confused. His blood was surging, and his murderous intention was hidden:

"Who are you?"

The night wind is high outside.

On a dead branch of an old tree, a figure in a gray robe, with no purpose to meet, moved with the wind. Even if he saw it with his own eyes, Yang Yu could not detect this person's blood and heartbeat.

I couldn't help but feel tight in my heart.

After practicing martial arts to a certain extent, he can control himself and slow down his heartbeat and breathing, but the breathing of the person in front of him is almost inaudible.

I'm afraid this is a strange martial art such as Turtle Breathing Gong.

This is simply the best assassin.

"Good boy."

On the treetops, there was no movement, and an old, low voice sounded in Yang Yu's ears:

"Such a bone, such a talent. The vast Qingzhou is no more than the number of palms."

"Your Majesty's martial arts are so high, why do you hide your head and show your tail? You have lost your bearing for nothing!"

Yang Yu's mind was dignified, as if he was facing a great enemy.

Surprised but not confused.

The inn he chose was very particular. It was only two streets away from the location of Six Doors. Just a long whistle would surely disturb Six Doors.

"What is temperament?"

The gray-robed man shook his head and laughed:

"Boy, when you walk in the rivers and lakes, you want everything, just these two words, don't ask for anything."

Yang Yu looked back coldly and said no more, but his hand holding the knife was a little tighter.

"So vigilant, it's no wonder that the Lord places so much importance on him, and he does have this capital."

The gray-robed man sighed slightly:

"Boy, you don't have to. Although you are very talented, you have only practiced martial arts for a few years? If the old man is going to be against you, even if you have ten steel knives, it will not help you."

"That's not necessarily true."

Yang Yu turned a deaf ear, but he was alert.

The old guy's voice is not small, but no one in this inn seems to hear it.

This is very much like 'sound transmission into secret'.

"You do not believe?"

The grey robe was invisible, but Yang Yu seemed to see a playful old face.

Swish!

As if in the blink of an eye.

Hearing the sound of a crane roaring in his ears, he could see the wind whistling.

Crash!

At this moment, Yang Yu only felt that the surrounding air seemed to have turned into a substantive stream of water covering his whole body, and his entire body's movements were momentarily stunned.

And a palm that was yellow and dry like chicken feet has fluttered over a distance of ten feet and appeared three feet in front of him!

Fast, light, and heavy as a mountain!

"So fast!"

Yang Yu's eyes narrowed, but his movements were extremely fast.

I saw that his feet were a little heavier, and his mighty strength was already surging over his shoulders like a storm, and his entire body shrank.

Life and life broke through the airflow that bound the whole body.

hum!

At the same time, the long knife has raised a waterfall of Senhan Dao, slashing from the bottom to the top of the old man's dry palm like chicken feet.

"what?"

In the slightly surprised voice, Yang Yu saw that the palm of the visitor suddenly softened, and it was like a cloth belt placed on his extremely fast beheading knife.

Phew!

When the force swayed, the air flow rolled, and in an instant, many furnishings in the room shook and swayed.

"not good!"

Yang Yu's heart was beating wildly.

He only felt the surging inner breath shot out from the arm, wrapping around the blade like a tornado to his arm and whole body.

As if to lift him up!

"Humph!"

The warning sign suddenly came to life, and Yang Yu let out a low roar without hesitation, and the fire-red color immediately spread to his whole body.

Ka Ka Ka ~

The large tendons in his whole body were like a horned dragon roaring and straining, his whole body seemed to swell up at once, and his feet seemed to take root, resisting the spiral force.

At the same time, his left arm suddenly lifted, his five fingers squeezed together, and he handed it forward, like a battering ram being pushed by dozens of people on the battlefield.

Smashing hard at the gray-robed man!

boom!

There was a dull low sound.

Yang Yu's expression changed, and he stepped into the air. For the first time, during the wrestling, he fell downwind and was knocked out of the window.

boom!

Landed hard.

He was about to attack when the grey-robed man jumped back to the top of the tree and waved his hand:

"This old man can't stand the toss, let's stop."

stab~

When he waved his hand, the gray robe was torn in a spiral, revealing a thin, yellowish, lean arm without the slightest fat.

"Do you fight if you want to, or give up if you want to stop?"

Yang Yu's tone was not good, but he didn't attack again.

In my heart it is certain.

Although this old guy's martial arts are very high, but it seems that he has been severely damaged, and there is a flaw in the internal breath operation, so that he will not be able to fight back.

"It's unforgiving."

The man in gray robe shook his head:

"Boy, do you mind talking in another place?"

"In another place?"

Yang Yu frowned.

After several fights, he has determined that this old guy is not irresistible, but his martial arts are too high, this night when the dark wind is high, the ghost wants to communicate with him in another place.

"The old man has underestimated you. This time the fight is too quiet. I am afraid that the people at Six Doors have already noticed it. If they don't change their place, the old man can only come again next time."

The gray-robed man said lightly.

Although the fight between the two was short-lived, the movement was not small. The whole inn was lit up, and there was a scolding voice.

It seems that someone has already got up.

"That's up to you."

Yang Yu was too lazy to talk to him, he stepped a little, and with some leverage on the wall, he had already turned back to his room.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, this old guy is ruthless in martial arts and sneaky, and he will go out with him only if he loses his mind.

"You kid..."

The gray robe was so popular that his teeth were itchy.

But he couldn't. Hearing the strong wind coming from outside the long street, he shook his hand and threw out a note, and he disappeared into the treetops without a sound.

Come and go without a trace, like a ghost.

"This old guy..."

Yang Yu's eyelids jumped.

He didn't suffer in this fight, but the old guy obviously had spare energy, and he was full of energy and blood on his face.

But he just grabbed with one arm, rolled, hit, and knocked himself out of the room.

This martial arts can be said to be the highest he has ever seen in his life.

Especially this Qinggong, it's simply outrageous, he can see the night like the day, and he can see clearly, this old guy is only a few steps away, and he has already crossed two streets.

Extremely fast and silent.

The inn was full of swearing. The shopkeeper and the second came over to ask questions from the room. Yang Yu responded casually and took down the piece of paper that was nailed to the wall.

This piece of paper fluttered lightly, but it penetrated into the wall for three points, and the bluestone was torn apart, showing extremely clever hidden weapon skills.

Claw method, inner qi, light power, hidden weapon.

In a short period of time, this old guy has already demonstrated four advanced martial arts, especially this light martial arts, I am afraid it is already a superior martial arts.

He tried his best to resist one or two, but if he exerted his full strength, it would be really dangerous.

Thinking in his heart, Yang Yu looked at the note, and when he saw it, he was a little fascinated.

"Ghost shadows and phantoms?"

After a long time, Yang Yu just came back to his senses. With a flick of his wrist, the note turned into powder, his face was a little gloomy and uncertain.

There are more than 300 words on a thin piece of paper.

It is the beginning of a superior martial arts called 'Ghost Shadow and Illusory Movement'.

Obviously, this is the martial arts of the gray-robed man.

"Who is this old fellow? People from the four major families, or are they here for this fine gold armor?"

Kneading his temples, Yang Yu had a headache.

He didn't expect trouble when he first entered Qingzhou.

Although superior martial arts are extremely precious, but with Liu Sengmen and Jin Yiwei backing him, he is not worried about not being able to learn them. After all, according to Wei He, that Dao fruit is more than enough to exchange for a superior martial art.

The 'fine-gold armor' that he is wearing is not unexpected, and it can also be changed to a superior martial arts.

Although this Qinggong was a bit greedy, he knew very well that it was probably not a good thing.

This Qingzhou seems to be prosperous and peaceful, but in secret, I am afraid that it is also a turbulent undercurrent.

After standing for a long time, Yang Yu finally came back to his senses.

"With the two largest intelligence organizations in the world, Six Gates and Jinyiwei, what am I thinking?"

Shaking his hands and raising the ashes, Yang Prison didn't bother to clean up the messy room, so he sat cross-legged with a knife in his clothes.

After this incident, the joy of breaking through was gone, and urgency arose in my heart.

Even though he possesses the strength of nine bulls and two tigers, his foundation is still too weak, far from being able to breathe a sigh of relief.

…

…

Huhu!

In the night wind, the grey-robed man roamed the streets and alleys like ghosts.

He is very fast.

During the change of body shape, even if they pass by, the hunters who watch the night will not be able to find it.

Soon, he wandered around the city for a few moments, and came to an alley in the south of the city. He knocked on the door lightly, and after receiving a response, he pushed open the door and entered.

This is a small yard, three rooms, and one tree.

At this time, it was dark, and there were still lights flickering in the study.

"come in!"

Inside the study, there was a sound.

The man in gray robe pushed open the door and entered. In the small room, an elegant young man in a scholar's uniform was sitting upright, as if he was reading a file.

In front of the desk in front of him, a burly man shrank and trembled.

"Jiang Ba!"

The elegant young man spoke lightly, and the big man shivered in fright, and responded with a trembling: "I have been entrusted by the Lord, Jiang Ba deserves to die!"

If Yang Prison was here, he would be able to recognize that the trembling big man was Jiang Ba of the Golden Sword Sect who he had captured before.

"In order to save you, the six-door mad dog is searching for my son all over the city right now."

The elegant young man spoke lightly.

"Lord..."

Jiang Ba's eyes were full of despair.

"My lord."

The gray-robed man bowed and said:

"That kid was extremely vigilant, even when he changed blood, he hid his guard. The old slave was smashed by 'Qin Jinfeng', and he was not fully sure to take him down...

This kid has excellent roots and is a top martial arts seed. I am afraid that his talent is only inferior to that of Wei Zhengxian back then. Are we trying to absorb him? "

"Who would have thought of a big toad crawling out of the ant's nest? The matter of absorption, let's talk about it, the most important thing at the moment is to improve the armor."

The elegant young man sighed:

"For the sake of this fine-gold armor, three elders died in the door, and only two of the seven great guests were left. They were almost killed by Jin Yiwei. I thought the overall situation was settled, but I didn't expect it to be planted in the hands of such a small thing. "

Among the many taboos in the Ming Dynasty, pure gold and armor are at the forefront, and it is strictly forbidden for outsiders to cast pure gold armor. In fact, there are many forces that have the method of refining pure gold.

The method of refining pure gold into armor is only available in the Great Tomorrow Institute.

For this armor, he has been plotting for several years, who knows...

"Jiang Ba's crime deserves ten thousand death!"

The gray-robed man said in a low voice, "Golden Swordsmen are all damned!"

He couldn't help but be angry.

For this armor, he was almost beaten to death by Qin Jinfeng, so he could not be sent to Old Qingzhou by the Ping An Escort, but how could he know that this idiot couldn't even handle this trivial matter.

"Jiang Ba's crime deserves ten thousand death, I just ask the Lord to forgive me from the Golden Sword Gate..."

Jiang Ba's body trembled. Seeing that the two of them were unmoved, he slapped him with a low growl, spit out his breath, and died on the spot.

"It's cheap to die."

The gray-robed man's anger remained undisturbed.

"Six Gates and Jinyiwei have already set their sights on us, haven't you been discovered during your trip?"

The elegant young man didn't even look at Jiang Ba, and asked lightly.

"Naturally not. Although the old slave hurt Dantian, there are not many people in Qingzhou who can follow me without being discovered by me."

The gray-robed man's tone was humble:

"It's just that the fine gold armor is of great importance, so the old slave does not dare to force himself, so he can only promise a bait. And that kid is so talented, the old slave also wants to accept him..."

"If you can get back the adamantine armor, it's up to you whether you accept an apprentice or not."

The elegant youth sighed softly:

"I just hope that the 'solitary armour' is really in this fine-gold armor. If not, I'll be laughing at Qixuanmen this time."

"The Lord will definitely be able to obtain the 'Spirit of Armor', and then refine the hundred-step flying sword of my Qixuanmen world-famous!"

The gray-robed man's tone was enthusiastic.

"How can it be that easy?"

The elegant young man, however, was not in the mood, and waved his hand to let him back down:

"Go get some medicinal herbs to heal your wounds."

The man in gray robe closed the door, and faintly heard his sigh:

"The tide ebbs and flows for three thousand years. If it doesn't happen again, I really don't have any chance..."

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…

Six Gates, located in the outer city of Qingzhou, south of the city, occupies a large area, and has its own solemn and solemn atmosphere.

At dawn, Yang Prison got up from the inn and went to the station of Six Doors to report.

Tie Feng obviously knew that he was coming, he waited early, took him to report, got his clothes, a saber, and the salary promised to him.

"My six-door catcher, the monthly salary is three taels of silver, one blood-boosting pill and one qi pill each, and the first month's salary is ten taels, and each eleven taels of nourishing blood and nourishing qi pills.

The Bronze Head Catchers are the best, with a monthly salary of 32 taels of silver, 20 blood-boosting pills and qi pills each, as well as some medicines for golden sores.

However, you have taken some from other strongholds before, and you only have seven years left. As for the murderer you captured, the exact value will have to be assessed by the documents.

But I don’t talk about great merits, but there are small merits. "

He led Yang Prison to fetch the ten-year salary promised by the six gates before. The calm man's hands were trembling, and he couldn't stop his eyes from turning red.

Silver is nothing, and no one who can join Six Gates lacks that kind of salary, but the blood-boosting pill and qi pills are really precious things.

In Qingzhou, it is a hard currency that is more popular than gold.

What made him even more jealous was the dozens of gangsters arrested by Yang Prison. No matter how great or small they were, they could all be exchanged for more cherished elixir and martial arts.

These gangsters and his previous achievements in quelling the rebellion of Lianshengjiao alone, I am afraid that even the great achievements will be enough.

Great work...

"Six doors are really rich and powerful."

Yang Yu was a little bit tongue-tied.

The treatment of the six gates is faster than that of ordinary arrests and yamen, but it is more than ten times better.

Of course, along the way, his net worth is huge and his salary is average. What really works for him is the medicinal pill.

The blood-boosting Dan Yiqi Pill is more than ten times better than the medicinal herbs.

With the cauldron of gluttony, the gold and iron residues in the medicinal pill will hardly affect him. He swallowed the medicinal pill much more smoothly than ordinary martial artists.

"Our six doors have various places, such as the 'miscellaneous room', the "armor room", the "scroll room", and the "killer room". Among them, the sundry armor is the place where medicine pills, martial arts, and armor are exchanged.

The Zhongcheng martial arts that is promised to you in the door is in the utility room, and the scroll room is the place where merit is assessed, and there is the most detailed wanted information in the entire world..."

Tie Feng told Yang Yu what he knew in one breath, and then Tie Feng handed it over: "The rest is nothing, I'm leaving now for my brother."

"Brother Lao Tie introduced me."

Yang Prison is grateful.

Although he will know about these chores sooner or later, knowing it sooner will save him a lot of trouble.

At least, I know where to find the information about that old guy last night.

"Cough, then, goodbye."

Tie Feng turned around reluctantly.

Yang Yu thought about things in his heart, and when Tie Feng was about to leave, he remembered something, and stuffed a bottle of medicinal pills in the past.

"How funny is this"

Tie Feng turned around quickly, holding the porcelain vase, his face flushed, and he felt a little ashamed:

"Because my brother was severely injured a few years ago, his qi and blood were deficient, the plot fell, and he needed medicinal pills to supplement, I'm really ashamed..."

"It's human nature, why be ashamed."

Yang Yu shook his head slightly.

No one should be nice to you for no reason. It's normal to ask for something.

"Thank you."

Tie Feng took a deep breath. Seeing Yang Yu was about to leave, he hurriedly called him and said in a low voice:

"Brother Yang, you got so many pills this time, it is inevitable that some people will be jealous, so be careful..."

"Thank you for reminding."

Yang Yu nodded. He was a human being in two lifetimes, and he didn't understand anything either.

After collecting the pills and silver, Yang Yu did not rush to collect the martial arts. He turned around and walked to the scroll room.

The scroll room was bigger and more lively than Yang Prison imagined.

It was just dawn, and there were more than a dozen people in the filing room picking up the files. Seemingly someone came, no one paid any attention.

Yang Prison looked at it for a while and came to the old man guarding the place.

"Take it yourself."

Before Yang Yu could speak, the old man gave a cold response, pointing to the hundreds of bookshelves in the scroll room.

Yang Yu shook his head inwardly, and according to Tie Feng's warning, he handed over a piece of silver.

The old man glanced at it, and a daisy suddenly appeared on the old face:

"Do you know how to find people or trouble, little brother?"

"Looking for someone."

Yang Yu described the figure, voice, and martial arts of the gray-robed man last night.

"With the sound of cranes during the shot? Linghe with a hundred claws? People are like ghosts, practicing the light art of ghosts and phantoms, wearing gray robes, and sounding like an old crow?"

The old man muttered to himself.

After a while, he turned around and searched.

Yang Yu was not in a hurry, he picked up a file from the bookshelf and looked at it.

This wait is more than an hour.

The old man who guarded the case room was very dedicated, and he was sweating all over his body. After reading a lot of Yang Prison's archives, he held an ancient scroll that had fallen into ashes and handed it to Yang Prison:

"Ghost shadow and phantom body art is an evil martial art from hundreds of years ago. There are not many people practicing it in the world. Here are some records about this martial art. Let's take a look."

The old man wiped his sweat and felt a little guilty:

"What you said is too vague. If you can't find it, the old man can't help it..."

"Is it really evil martial arts?"

Thinking back on the movement technique of the grey-robed man yesterday, Yang Yu agreed in his heart, but when he opened the ancient scroll, he realized why this martial art was called evil martial art.

The ghost shadow and phantom body move was created by the ghost spirit scattered people three hundred years ago.

Legend has it that this martial art is extremely cruel. The practitioner must wash his body with poison since he was a child, to stimulate the internal organs, muscles and bones. Once practiced, they are all ugly and ghostly.

In addition to taking poison since childhood, many people who practice this practice are paranoid and crazy, and they often like to torture and kill others for fun.

Seeing this introduction, Yang Yu immediately put out some thoughts, and read one after another, but his heart sank:

"no…"

It is said that the ghost shadow and phantom body move has long been lost. The last person who knew this practice was an abandoned disciple of Qixuanmen more than 100 years ago.

"I want the dossier of Qixuanmen."

Yang Yu took out another 2 taels of broken silver.

The old man's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly turned around to look for it, but he turned back after a while, his face full of embarrassment:

"The dossier of Qixuanmen was locked by the adults, and only those with a bronze medal can be read..."

The dossier in the case and copy room is not without a threshold.

It's just normal information, but anything important has a threshold.

"Bronze medal catcher?"

Yang Yu smiled, UU reading www.uukanshu. com took out a copper-colored seal from his arms.

"you…"

The old man was stunned. Of course, he didn't believe that someone would dare to forge bronze medals at the Liufangmen stronghold, but this young man was only seventeen or eighteen, so he was actually a bronze medalist?

"You, are you Yang Prison?"

The old man cried out

Swish!

The dozen or so people who were still reading the files just a moment ago turned their heads in unison, all looking at Yang Prison.

Either surprised, curious, or indifferent, there is also disobedience and scrutiny.

Naturally, Yang Yu didn't know that he hadn't arrived in Qingzhou yet, and things about him had been passed on at Six Gates for a long time.

A little jailer in a remote place, who just quelled a small rebellion by chance, unexpectedly became the head of the bronze medal.

How could this convince them?

In addition to the fact that one of them picked up the poisonous dragon village and escorted hundreds of thieves to Qingzhou, it was even more rumored.

"Why, there are still people pretending to be me?"

Yang Yu took back the bronze medal, stretched out his hand and said:

"Now, can you give me the dossier of Qixuanmen?"

"Yes, yes."

The old man was in a hurry, rummaging for a while, and handed him the dossier of Qixuanmen.

Yang Yu opened it casually, his eyes suddenly condensed, and he knew that he had found the righteous master:

In the spring of the seventh year of Qianyuan, Lu Gang from Qixuanmen entered the palace of Longyuan King at night and stole the precious gold armor of King Longyuan...