The First Cause of All Realms

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After midwinter comes the New Year.

With the sound of firecrackers, Qingzhou City became more and more lively, and every household posted couplets and door gods to welcome the arrival of the new year.

In this season, even those in poor families will grit their teeth to buy some New Year's goods, put on a few feet of flowers, and buy new clothes for their children.

Qingzhou City is peaceful.

In the Liu family, however, there was depression.

On the empty training ground, from the elders to the servants and maids, all gathered here, there were those who wore burlap and filial piety, there were those who whimpered in a low voice, and there were also those who wailed loudly.

"My son..."

Liu Changfeng, who was in his sixtieth year, caressed the broken body covered by the white cloth, and burst into tears.

All around, Liu Wenlong's wife, Xiao Wu, knelt down a lot, all crying. Several concubines were out of breath and almost fainted.

Slowly covering his son's horrified and unwilling face, Liu Changfeng turned around and looked at the group of clansmen and clan elders in grief and coldness:

"My son is dead!"

The huge training ground was silent, and everyone dared not let out the air.

Everyone in the Liu family knows that Liu Wenlong is the most important son of the patriarch and the next patriarch who has already been decided.

Seeing Liu Wenlong's death so tragic, everyone present could feel the rage contained under Liu Wenfeng's stern expression.

"Master Tang!"

An old man with white hair and beard stepped forward with a sad expression, Shen Sheng looked at the only group of outsiders in the training field:

"Wen Long, who killed him?!"

Swish!

Everyone in the Liu family looked to the front of the stage.

On the martial arts field where Huang Ni pressed down, a team of six-door catchers stood solemnly, and in front of their heads stood a middle-aged man of ordinary stature and unremarkable appearance, like an old peasant.

"My condolences, everyone."

Under everyone's eyes, Tang Bailie sighed slightly:

"Everyone's feelings, Tang Mou and all my colleagues at Six Gates also feel the same! Among those who died together with Liu Gongzi, there are one silver medal catcher and two bronze medal catchers from my Six Doors..."

"Master Tang!"

Liu Changfeng interrupted him with a cold tone:

"I just want to know, who killed my son!"

"Tang came here today, and he also had this doubt."

Tang Bailie took a few steps forward, looked at the Liu family members, and said lightly:

"In the middle of winter, the weather was extremely cold, and although more than half a month had passed, the injuries of the several victims were clearly visible, and they were autopsied.

Liu Gongzi of your residence and a gang of arresting heads in my sect died, by the arrows of four elephants! "

Four elephant arrows? !

Tang Bailie's internal strength is extremely strong, and his voice reverberates, which can be heard clearly from a hundred meters away.

"Four elephant arrows?! Impossible!"

There was an uproar in the martial arts field.

Regardless of collateral or direct line, ordinary clansmen or clan elders are unbelievable.

Sixiangjian is a secret biography of the Liu family. Although all members of the clan can practice it regardless of whether it is a collateral line or a direct line, not many people have entered the door, and even fewer have entered the hall.

Like Liu Wenlong, there are fewer than ten fingers who have practiced to the point of perfection.

Who can kill Liu Wenlong with four elephant arrows?

"This is impossible!"

A clan elder couldn't help but stepped forward to check the wound, but Liu Changfeng gave him a cold look.

The old man of this ancient age, with his gray and messy hair all white, looked around with cold eyes, like a furious lion, as far as his eyes could see, everyone became silent.

"There are a lot of archery skills in this world, and there are not a few similar to the Four Elephant Arrows. Yes or not, who knows?"

Liu Changfeng stared at Tang Bailie:

"Master Tang, you read it wrong."

"maybe…"

Tang Bailie did not avoid or dodge, instead of staring at each other for a long time, he raised his hand and turned to leave:

"This beast is ferocious, if there is any trace of it, I would like everyone to assist in chasing the murderer!"

"Six doors..."

Liu Changfeng clenched his fingers and closed his eyes in pain. He didn't believe that by means of six doors, he wouldn't know who the murderer was.

Can…

"Patriarch."

There was an old man of a clan with grief and anger on his face: "Six doors are clearly deceiving people too much! Wen Long died for them, and he didn't even have an explanation!"

"My son will not die in vain..."

Liu Changfeng lowered his eyes indifferently:

"Whoever it is, whoever it is..."

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"This old guy actually dares to intimidate the adults! How bold!"

When they came out of Liu's residence, the faces of the few Chakuai showed great displeasure.

"It's not a big deal to lose a child in old age. And what he said is not bad. There are many archery skills in the world, and the murderer may not use the four elephant arrows..."

Tang Bailie waved his hand to stop everyone from booing:

"Wait, go back to the six doors!"

What else did the crowd of arresters want to say? Tang Bailie left in a hurry. His feet were very fast, and he quickly passed through several alleys.

Soon, he came to a yard full of rockeries, glanced at random, and bowed slightly:

"My lord, Liu Changfeng is very sad and angry, and he may not give up easily."

"It's nothing but incompetent rage. Unless he can clearly understand the truth of 'the changing seasons and the impermanence of heaven', and the four arrows of heaven's will, otherwise, there is not even the slightest threat."

In the rockery, a voice so calm that there was no emotion at all sounded:

"This old guy is suspicious by nature. You tell him it's useless. You can only let him discover it 'unintentionally' before he's convinced."

"My lord seems to be very concerned about the so-called "Four Elephant Arrows"? A superior archery is precious, but to you, it should be nothing."

Tang Bailie was curious.

High-quality martial arts are extremely precious, and archery is especially rare, but that is only for ordinary people, so what does this mean?

"There are only **** people in this world, and there are no **** martial arts. Once you can practice any superior martial arts to the realm of returning to the basics, it will be beyond imagination."

In the rockery, the sound does not fluctuate:

"All kinds of martial arts come from two schools of Buddhism and Taoism, and the word "God's Will", how important is it in these two schools, you don't understand?"

"That's true."

Tang Bailie nodded in understanding but said:

"That kid is really evil, and the Qin brothers are nothing more than that. Mrs. Shi was also planted in his hands, but it really made his subordinates a little unbelievable."

He didn't like Mrs. Shi.

But this old woman has also changed blood nine times, and is a master of martial arts. It is not surprising that she was planted in the hands of a young man who was born in a small and remote town, and is only seventeen or eighteen years old.

It made him a little unable to underestimate.

"The practice of martial arts must be done step by step, but there are some things that cannot be handled with common sense."

In the rockery, the sound fluctuated.

"What did your lord say, Daoguo?"

Tang Bailie's heart moved.

With his status, he can naturally come into contact with some things that ordinary people cannot understand.

Such as Daoguo.

The existence of Daoguo is not a secret to many people.

In fact, in the past four hundred years, a lot of Dao Fruits have been born, but behind the events that set off **** storms, the shadows of these things are often indispensable.

"A young man from the frontier, who has come to this point in just two years, is no longer a talent that can be justified."

In the rockery, the voice was faint:

"I can't, and no one in this world can."

Tang Bailie was convinced of his words, and had a strange feeling in his heart: "Then why don't you?"

"A seed can only be picked when it becomes a fruit..."

In the rockery, the voice gradually calmed down:

"Sowing in spring and harvesting in autumn is the way of heaven and earth..."

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The days after the granary fire seemed to calm down.

The state government is operating at a high speed, and the four major families and even the gentry from the city and the countryside have generously donated their money. In just seven or eight days, a new granary has been erected.

The weather was a little less cold, and construction began in full swing outside the city.

Under the guidance of some craftsmen dispatched by the prefectural government, the area outside the moat was busy.

With food, promises, and a place to live for themselves, these tens of thousands of refugees outside the city, who have suffered from all kinds of hardships, erupted in a force that attracted the attention of the residents of Qingzhou.

After seven or eight days of work, there are already some outlines.

"At this speed, it won't take long before these refugees can settle down temporarily..."

Looking at the construction in full swing, Yang Yu slightly sighed.

The establishment of the city is naturally not that simple, but the requirements of this group of refugees are not high, as long as there are tiles to cover their heads, they are satisfied.

"Master Xu is well-deserved of his reputation. The country gentry has exerted their strength, and the construction period can be much faster than that of the state government."

The rebooting monk also sighed a little.

How complicated and difficult is it to settle down for tens of thousands of people?

But it only took more than ten days of work, and he already had his eyes and eyes. This execution ability made him a little amazed.

"It will take a few years for it to be completed."

Yang Yu retracted his gaze: "It's you, do you really plan to stay here?"

"Little monk originally wanted to be a wandering monk. Going back to the mountain to meditate is a practice, and here it is also a practice to heal the sick and save people."

Rebooting and clasping his hands together.

In a place where tens of thousands of refugees gather, it is inevitable that all kinds of diseases will breed. These days, he mostly heals some injuries and diseases for the refugees outside the city.

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Yang Prison led the horse and bid him farewell.

"Master Yang also said before that it is not advisable to go out now, why did you change your mind so quickly?"

Rebooting is a little curious.

"The current Qingzhou city..."

Yang Yu shook his head.

Qingzhou City has become a muddy water, and even if he does not accept Huang Sixiang's task, he will not stay for long.

He joined Jinyiwei and Liufangmen to come to Qingzhou, not to roll around in the officialdom.

But he didn't say much, waved his hand and got into the carriage.

"Sit down!"

Xiao Wu, who had changed into a brand-new outfit, excitedly swung his long whip, and the fat and sturdy yellow horse neighed and walked away.

In the carriage, Yang Prison took stock of the things he took with him when he went out.

A sword, a knife, a bow, 20 catties of silver beans, 90 catties of golden beans, and a lot of clothes and dry food.

The small carriages are somewhat full.

"Which ingredient will you refine next?"

Swallowing a few golden beans casually, Yang Yu pondered in his heart.

Ten days have passed since he returned to the city, and the golden bean is naturally stronger than the iron broad bean. It is only ten days, and the energy storage of the gluttonous cauldron is full.

Yang Yu closed his eyes slightly, and the ingredients in front of him flowed erratically:

"Adamant gold armor, one kill in ten steps, a mysterious whale swallowing the sea, a big ghost capture, or traveling around the six virtual worlds?"