The First Cause of All Realms

The mid-winter is approaching the beginning of spring, the world is still cold, and another strong wind and snow comes suddenly. Overnight, the earth is covered with silver, and the mountains and rivers are covered with white.

Huhu~

In the piercing cold wind, the wilderness is inaccessible, even if it is a big businessman or **** bureau, it will often avoid such days to hurry.

And on a wilderness outside Nanshan, a group of men in black came straddling the snow.

They were dressed in thin black outfits, and their uniform long knives and bows were all stained with frost, but they didn't seem to feel the cold.

Clothes and hunting, the people and horses are towering and motionless, just like their faces are as hard as iron.

"If you don't come out and walk for a while, it's really hard to imagine that in just a few decades, Qingzhou has already eroded to this point..."

The swordsman in black who walked at the forefront let out a long sigh:

"If the old man sees it, he doesn't know how to feel sad..."

Where they were at this time seemed to be a wilderness, and no other colors could be seen under the heavy snow, but judging from the contours of the uneven snowdrifts.

He still recognized that this so-called wasteland used to be a village in the past.

This is an abandoned village.

They have come all the way, and they have already seen many similar villages.

"More than Qingzhou? Yunzhou and Baizhou also have a lot of rebellions, Lianshengjiao is really crazy!

That old goddess really deserves to die..."

Another young swordsman had a somber tone:

"Sooner or later one day..."

"Just stay."

The rest of the people all had the same mind, calling out the man's words.

Everyone was silent, and then urged the horses to move, speeding up, and soon, they had crossed the snow-covered wasteland.

Turning around the mountain road, he was relieved when he saw the smoke rising from several places.

"You wait here, the boss doesn't like this."

The black-robed swordsman in front of his head instructed, he gently clamped on the horse's back, swayed the wind and snow, and walked away from the dust.

The horse he sits on is more than nine feet high at the shoulders, and it runs like a stream of fire, and the speed is extremely fast, but it only takes half a cup of tea.

A village with scattered cooking smoke came into his eyes.

This village is not small, but there is very little cooking smoke, and the cooking smoke is only sporadic.

If there is no external intervention, this village will disappear completely in a few years, just like the ruins of the previous village.

It could be mountain bandits, robbers, refugees, or natural disasters who made it disappear.

The swordsman got off his horse, left the horse to stay in the snow, and walked to the village on foot.

Not too far away, I saw a gray and white carriage parked outside the village.

An old man with a sallow face was walking in the snow, holding a tightly wrapped little girl.

"Little Miss..."

Looking at the delicate and quiet little girl with a pale face, the sallow-faced old servant felt a little distressed.

"Grandpa Huang, it's so boring in the carriage, so Xiuxiu will take a look, okay?"

The little girl was wrapped thickly and her face was flushed.

"Okay, why not?"

The old man was so distressed that he could not stop giving the little girl some rest.

After a long time, when the little girl got tired of playing and returned to the carriage, he glanced lightly at the place where he had been waiting for a long time, the black-robed swordsman like a snowman:

"Wang Muzhi sent you here?"

"Junior leaves on Thursday"

The black-robed swordsman shook off the snow, clasped his fists and bowed:

"Mr. Wang was worried that the old man would be in danger when he came, so he sent us here. Among them, there is also the meaning of the old man."

"Master is in the village, he is in a bad mood, you should be careful, and don't mention King Longyuan in the end!"

The old man surnamed Huang gave a warning.

"Junior knows."

On Thursday, he was ecstatic, nodded in response, and was about to enter the village when an old man had already left the village.

The old man was tall and thin, wearing a robe of starched white hair.

Seeing the departure on Thursday, the old man raised his face:

"The two states of Yun and Qing are so rotten, and the state of Bai is not much better, right? The three states of Longyuan Road are just three states!

The Liansheng Cult is nothing more than that. These bandits who occupy the mountains as kings are strong, and even a yamen from a small city can be strangled. You Longyuan Palace, can't you do it? ! "

"I met Mr. Xu on Thursday."

Li Changchang bowed on Thursday, listening to the old man's words, a wry smile appeared on his face:

"It's not a little one who speaks for the old prince, but you also know that Longyuan Dao is close to Liuji Mountain, and there is a great threat from aliens to guard the border, and it is extremely difficult for the old prince to escape.

In addition, that year... After the First World War, my energy was not as good as before, and I was only awake for three hours a day, so I couldn't take care of too much. "

Xu Wenji's expression softened slightly, but he still did not hesitate: "Where's Wang Muzhi? Is he dead too?"

"The boss should have seen it along the way, but the situation is far more serious than what you have seen. The border of Bai and Qing states has suffered from severe drought for more than a year, and hundreds of thousands of acres of fertile fields have not been harvested.

It seems that the Heavenly Wolf Court outside Liuji Mountain has also changed due to hunger and cold. Before, due to the bewitched by the Liansheng Sect, the rebellion spread to dozens of counties at the same time.

It has been half a year since the Qingzhou general Wei Zhengxian put down the rebellion..."

On Thursday, the bitter water was poured out.

"That's it, that's it."

Xu Wenji waved his hand and asked him to bring the dry food they brought.

How could he not know these things?

Qingzhou is difficult!

Backed by Liuji Mountain, where the three must fight, the three states of Longyuan Dao will suffer huge losses every time they fight.

Especially in Qingzhou, in the battle decades ago, almost every family was slaughtered and everyone was crying.

But what he saw along the way was too shocking.

If tomorrow is like this everywhere...

On Thursday, Li left in a hurry, but Xu Wenji fell into silence for a long time, and the old servant surnamed Huang came over:

"Natural and man-made disasters, thieves are strong, displaced people, village gentry gathers together strangely, this Longyuan Dao, I am afraid that something big will happen..."

"In the battle of Liujishan, although Daming was victorious and defeated, the sores left by the battle should have been good for life, but..."

Xu Wenji sighed:

"Illness comes like a mountain, and it goes away like a thread. Your Majesty is too impatient..."

He has been in the court for a long time, and although he is very concerned about local affairs, he is still 108,000 miles away. How could he be more touched by what he saw with his own eyes?

"I'm getting old, and so are you. If you can't handle anything, just let him go..."

The old servant's face darkened.

"If the world is like this, how would I have the face to go underground to meet my great lords?"

Xu Wenji shook his head.

On Thursday, Li drove back with a horse and brought a crowd of dry food.

"Leave the dry food, you can go by yourself."

Xu Wenji began to drive people away.

"This... Mr. Wang asked me to wait and serve, you..."

On Thursday, Li's face stiffened.

"Long Yuanwei's reputation is too big. If you come, they may be hiding."

Xu Wenji's expression changed:

"Let's go find your treasure armor."

"This…"

On Thursday, Li smiled bitterly, but he didn't dare to disobey the old man, so he could only humbly say:

"Miss is also in Qingzhou. If you have any difficulties, you might as well..."

"Go!"

Xu Wenji took over the dry food.

"Then, my little farewell."

When Li returned to his horse on Thursday, he remembered something, and said, "I'm going back and forth in a hurry, I don't have much dry food, do you want to..."

"Enough is enough."

Xu Wenji's expression was sullen:

"There are only eleven families in this village..."

……

……

The days in Qingzhou seem to have become more leisurely.

Yang Prison commutes between the six gates and his own courtyard every day.

Six Gates is a loose organization. It does not belong to the direct jurisdiction of the state government, but is under the command of the Six Gates headquarters.

Although he also works to maintain public order and stability, his main job is to hunt down criminals and arrest criminals, and to eliminate major and important criminals.

It can even be said that it is the target of many sects and gangs in a state.

Therefore, the six doors are more loose, there are no mandatory positions, and more targeted tasks.

Let’s not talk about catching fast, whether it’s catching the head, or catching the head with the bronze medal or silver medal, there is a quota of tasks that must be completed every year.

For other tasks, you can obtain merits in exchange for medicinal pills, martial arts, and armor.

Yang Yu joined Six Gates, and naturally he also had a mission, but he only joined for a few days, so naturally he would not perform the mission.

Therefore, during the day, he would wander around Qingzhou City, familiarizing himself with Qingzhou, looking for other ingredients, or returning to the small courtyard to practice martial arts.

In the evening, he soaked in medicinal baths, swallowed iron broad beans, refined his inner breath, and went to the cauldron of gluttony to refine ingredients.

It seems to have eased a lot, but in fact, there is no slack.

At the same time, they are also waiting for the people from Qixuanmen.

However, it was beyond his expectations.

After more than ten days in a row, the men in gray robes who were expected to come did not come to the door again. Instead, several six-door catchers searched for the door.

"It's under Qin Hou."

"In the next Qin Zhong."

Two arresters, one on the left and one on the right, stopped Yang Prison, who was going home with the herbs, one after the other.

"Brother Qin?"

Yang Yu's eyes narrowed.

Unlike Jinyiwei, who only recruits good family members who know the basics, six gates can be said to be inclusive of all rivers, not only recruiting elite yamen.

For the masters from Jianghu Zongmen, there are many absorptions.

The Qin brothers are also quite famous in the Qingzhou rivers and lakes, but they have strong martial arts backgrounds and are especially good at combining strikes.

A few years ago, he was already the head of the bronze medal arrester, and he won the trust and reliance of the six-door general arrester Fang Qidao.

"Brother Yang is really a hero among people. Once you enter the six doors, you will get a bronze medal. Thinking about the fact that our brothers were born and died more than a dozen times before they got the bronze medal~www.novelmt.com~ I'm really ashamed."

With a face full of fat, Qin thick-skinned and smiled.

"It's a pole, it's a pole."

Qin Zhong put his arms around his arms and kept looking at Yang Yu.

"You two are looking for me, but something happened?"

Yang Yu put down the herbs, asked lightly, and raised vigilance in his heart.

The martial arts of the two were inferior to Sima Yang's, but the two were connected by qi and machine, and they were the same, and the threat to him was much greater.

"That's right. Before, my brothers had nothing to do to interrogate a group of suspects. It was just an unintentional act, but I didn't want to hear some interesting things."

Qin Hou laughed 'hehe'.

"tell me the story."

Yang Yu's peace of mind is as simple as that.

In his heart, he understood the intention of these two people, and I was afraid that he had learned about the fine gold armor from the mouth of Jindaomen.

However, since he dared to hand over these people to Six Gates, he naturally had a way to deal with it.

It's just that the two said something unintentional, but he didn't believe it.

"That thing has a lot to do with it. Brother Yang, would you mind me waiting for a search?"

Qin Zhong lowered his voice.

"Haha~ it's a coincidence! I also heard a few days ago that last year, the Rong family in Mulin Mansion was thieves and lost a pure gold Buddha statue..."

Yang Yu's eyes were cold:

"I arraigned the prisoners, and they were talking nonsense. They actually said that the two stole it. I wonder if the two would mind Yang's search?"