The First Cause of All Realms

Qingzhou is divided into inner and outer cities.

The outer city is lively, but the inner city is quieter.

With Qingzhou Prefecture as the center, at the end of the spread of the four avenues, there are the four great masters of Qingzhou.

As a staff member of the state lord Nie Wendong, Yu Wanghai came to the yamen to order Mao every day, and the rest of the time, he would either drink tea in a teahouse or go to a restaurant to listen to stories.

In his spare time, he doesn't like being disturbed.

A few yamen officers waited outside holding the file in fear, the sky was getting dark, and Yu Wanghai walked out of the teahouse slowly.

"Sir, the New Year is approaching, and the reports from the various prefectures and counties still need you to come and see..."

Several yamen hurriedly handed over the file.

"Um."

Yu Wanghai nodded slightly, and another yamen came forward and said in a low voice, "This is for the people below to honor you..."

"Oh?"

Yu Wanghai took the file and walked slowly and leisurely on the quiet street, scanning the file at the same time.

For a moment, his movements paused slightly.

"...Liu Wenpeng, the county magistrate of Heishancheng under the jurisdiction of Shunde House, asked the boss to pay 3,000 silver and 200 gold..."

"Another one died..."

Yu Wanghai closed the file and stopped at his feet.

In front of me is the center of the inner city, next to the prefecture, with blue bricks and yellow tiles, but when I see the Taoist temple, there are Taoist boys sweeping leaves outside, and inside, there are towering trees.

In the busy city, it is especially quiet.

Yu Wanghai walked into the Taoist temple, surrounded by dozens of quiet rooms with red walls and green tiles, and the trees in the courtyard were deep.

At this time, it was getting dark and the wind was a little cooler.

Under the old tree, there was a group of people sitting cross-legged, and a few beautiful-looking girls who were not as young as cardamom were kneeling carefully and waiting.

This Taoist is very old. Although he is exquisite in appearance, he still looks old, but he is very well groomed. His hair and beard are hanging down and moving with the wind.

End-to-end is a good sell.

Yu Wanghai bowed slightly: "Sir, this is the annual income of the prefectures and counties this year."

"Between the world in life, if the white horse passes through the gap, it's just suddenly. I haven't noticed it yet, and more than half of the year has passed..."

The Taoist breath has a rhythm, and his tone is as warm as water, but he has a touch of reluctance:

"It's another year of empty consumption."

"From the Qin Emperor to the Ming Zu, from ancient times to the present for three thousand years, how many people have longed for it but couldn't get it, why should the lord be in a hurry?"

Yu Wanghai looked respectful.

"Young people are full of vigor, young people are full of vigour, middle-aged people are already in decline, their moral twilight years are on the decline..."

Nie Wendong casually glanced at the dossier, and then ignored it:

"The old man is already in the decline of the river, how can he not be in a hurry?"

Yu Wanghai was silent for a moment, then changed the subject:

"An hour ago, the boy from Heishan City took over the task and left the city, and Mrs. Shi also followed. I'm afraid..."

"Why do you need to talk about such trivial matters?"

Nie Wendong was slightly unhappy.

"Didn't you still suspect that this kid has the Dao Fruit?"

Yu Wanghai had to remind him.

"If it's true, how could that crazy girl let him go? Ah, spittoon..."

Nie Wendong yawned, and there seemed to be phlegm in his throat.

The girl who was waiting hurriedly stepped forward and crouched, raised her pink neck, opened her cherry mouth, took the thick phlegm, and swallowed it with joy.

Yu Wanghai looked at him expressionlessly.

"Jilong Mountain..."

A mouthful of phlegm was spit out, and Nie Wendong's complexion was as deep as water.

With his martial arts, although it is impossible to say that a hundred diseases will not be born, there should not be any filth. The only reason for this is that he was injured.

"From the point of view of my humble position, what you have to consider is not Jilongshan anymore, but your classmate..."

Signaling the maids to step back, Yu Wanghai said slowly:

"I heard that this time he left the capital with only an old servant, a granddaughter, and a blank letter. In Qingzhou, all positions are filled by him..."

"He will not."

Nie Wendong interrupted him, let him sit down, and said:

"The Taoist three refuges and five precepts, I have been practicing for many years. How far should I go before I can go further?"

Yu Wanghai was surprised by his calmness. Hearing these words, he did not dare to neglect, and replied in a deep voice:

"The Eight Precepts of Buddhism and the Three Refuges and Five Precepts of Daoism are essentially self-restraint and spiritual practice. If you don't follow the Tao, you can't go further..."

"Dao Xing..."

Nie Wendong frowned slightly:

"I heard that the patriarch of your sect held the three refuges and five precepts for 18 years, and finally became a real person. I have been holding the precepts for 18 years, could it be that I failed?"

"This…"

Yu Wanghai's expression was slightly unnatural, but he still responded:

"My family's patriarch lived in the deep mountains, and he has been following the rules for 18 years, and he has hardly been contaminated with the world. Although you live in a Taoist temple, there are too many mundane things.

Otherwise, with your talent, you should have taken that step long ago..."

"Ugh……"

Nie Wendong let out a long sigh:

"After all, Qingzhou misunderstood me, and Li Min misunderstood me..."

……

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Outside the spacious moat, there are many sheds on the flat ground that is several miles wide. Although the weather is cold, there are a lot of people.

Most of them were people from nearby prefectures and villages who came to exchange information.

The entry fee for Qingzhou City is not low, and it is as much as 80 wen. For some villagers, 80 wen is enough for their family to eat for four or five days, and they are naturally reluctant.

Over time, there was a mutual market outside Qingzhou.

The mutual market also has to pay, but only half of the city entry fee.

This mutual market is not big, but it is very lively. From a distance, many Lifu, villagers, hawkers, and traders are shouting and selling.

There are also many strong men with swords or whips to maintain order.

Qingzhou is not easy to live in.

Not only people, but also horses.

In these years, the price of an ordinary horse in Qingzhou was about fifteen taels of silver, and the better ones often cost more than thirty taels.

Even for the people in Qingzhou city, it is a huge burden, let alone one who can afford it, and may not be able to afford it.

Not to mention, Qingzhou City does not allow foreign horses and carts to enter.

If you let someone take care of it, you will get 20 copper coins a day, but this is the worst treatment. It only guarantees that your horse will not starve to death.

If you want to get good forage, you have to pay for it.

"Thanks for your patronage, a tael of silver."

The barn owner with a mustache smiled and pulled out Yang Prison's yellow horse, with a very good attitude.

Not only because of the money, but also because this master is carrying a sword and a bow, no matter how you look at it, he is a ruthless character.

"You really do this business!"

He took out one or two pieces of silver and handed it to the boss. Yang Yu lightly combed the mane of the yellow horse:

"Someone will probably ask me about it..."

"The guest officer is joking, it's just a small business... Someone asked?"

The boss's expression stiffened, and he forced a smile:

"What did the guest say? If someone asks, of course I don't know anything."

"That's not necessary. If someone asks you later, just say it."

Having said that, Yang Prison left with the horse.

"It's really weird."

The boss murmured, and then got busy again.

As expected by Yang Prison, the group hurried out of the city in less than an hour and found the owner of the stable.

"Six, six doors..."

The boss's face was pale, and he hurriedly pointed the way.

In my heart, I couldn't help but secretly get lucky.

If the guest hadn't mentioned it deliberately, he would have been so busy that he probably wouldn't have remembered which guest left when and which direction he went.

"Wait a minute!"

The group led the horses and were about to chase, when Mrs. Shi suddenly stopped everyone and passed a file to them:

"The old lady hasn't handled the case for a long time, so she's a little unfamiliar. Let's take a look at this file and guess if the kid has other purposes?"

"The flower thief 'Wang Sheng'? Did this scum really escape to Qingzhou?"

Eugene frowned slightly.

The world is chaotic and bandits are rampant. He hates flower thieves the most, especially after he gave birth to a daughter.

"Then Wang Sheng's Qing Gong is not bad. It's not easy to besiege him, but Yang Prison is good at using bows and arrows, but it is against him."

Jia Qiu read through the dossier in detail:

"According to the information, Wang Sheng is suspected to be near Qingzhou City..."

"Mother-in-law is worrying too much. Even if a boy from a small city yamen has some talent, what kind of storm can he make when we join forces?"

Eugene sneered:

"If his martial arts surpasses that of the Qin brothers, why would he hurt people with secret arrows? We only need to guard against his cold arrows, and he can only be captured!"

Granny Shi nodded slightly and looked at the middle-aged man with a long bow in the middle of the team:

"Master Liu, what do you think?"

"This person, leave it to me."

Liu Wenlong looked indifferent:

"No matter who he is, if he is suspected of stealing my family's Four Elephant Arrows, he must die!"

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"Good bow..."

While rushing across the horse, Yang Prison stroked the bright stainless steel bow, admiring slightly.

A lot of times, the things that ordinary people and the people in the public door come into contact with are two completely different things~www.novelmt.com~ Ordinary bows can effectively kill only 30 feet, but the crossbows in the army are far from this. The Divine Arm Crossbow is only a defective product, and it can shoot more than 150 feet.

The real God-armed crossbow has a much more ferocious lethality.

The bow in Yang Yu's hand, Lin An spent a lot of time and effort, the stainless steel bow is nothing, the content of black iron is very small, but this bowstring is extraordinary.

"It is said that those who have been casting bows all year round often encircle large mountains and rivers, and keep pythons in captivity in them, soaking them in the soup with the large tendons of the pythons and the secret medicine glue for many years.

It is said that King Longyuan has such a bow, which is one of the most famous divine bows in the world..."

Caressing the bow body, Yang Yu yearned for it.

Up to now, his archery skills are still his greatest strength. If he has a divine bow in his hand, let alone this old stone lady, he is the famous pirate Jilong Mountain in Qingzhou.

He also dared to touch it.

pity…

With thoughts in his heart, Yang Prison threw his horse on the side of the road at will, turned back, entered the jungle, and found a small cave to sit cross-legged.

"It is said that Mrs. Shi has already stepped into the level of qi and blood. In addition, she is old enough. I am afraid that the cultivation of superior martial arts is not low... You can't underestimate the enemy."

Playing with the red porcelain bottle, Yang Yu muttered to himself.

At this time, the sky will be dark, and the time that belongs to him has not yet come. It is just right to do something else.

For example, upgrade.