The First Cause of All Realms

The six gates' list of arresting murderers covers a wide range of people, but most martial arts people who are suspected of wrongdoing are on the list.

There are even fewer sects that have disappeared for many years and are still at the top of the list.

Jade Dragon Temple is one of them.

Decades ago, Zhang Xuanba, the king of Zhao of the Western government, who was famous for his battles across the Liuji Mountains, took his undefeated and famous horse on the rivers and lakes.

All the aristocratic clans, the Jianghu gangs, and the martial arts sects all changed their color, and they wiped out half of the rivers and lakes.

Until he came to Jade Dragon Mountain.

At that time, the mountain was unknown, neither high nor dangerous. There was only a Taoist temple with little incense. The Taoist temple was even smaller, with only one teacher, three disciples, and seven Taoist boys.

No one knows what happened that day, only that after that day, King Zhao of Xifu returned to Linlong Road, Jing'an Palace would not go out again, and Jade Dragon Temple disappeared.

It's just that for decades, he has been wanted by the imperial court with the highest standards.

Once discovered, everyone can be punished.

"Jade Dragon Temple..."

In the inn, Yang Prison slashed his knees, and in the dim room, the light in his eyes was uncertain.

His memory is very good, especially when he is condensed, the past events appear in his mind like a repeat.

Faintly, he seemed to have seen the scenes he saw when he refined the 'Human Skin Scroll'.

Deep mountains, small courtyards, fences, streams, fog, old women... and the 'mantra' in her words.

"That old woman..."

Yang Yu only felt a chill down his spine, he took a deep breath, suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart, and entered the cauldron of gluttony.

In the dim cauldron, all the ingredients glowed like stars in the night sky.

At a glance, the recipes and the 'Kuixing rank map' are on one side, with clear distinctions, and the rest of the ingredients are either surrounded by the two, or squeezed in the corner.

"Huh!"

Suppressing the distracting thoughts in his heart, Yang Yu stretched out his hand to hold the ten-step one-kill time, and with a thought, he began to refine the sword of the Seven Profound Sect's inheritance again.

hum~

Light and shadow flow, intertwined and spread out in front of the eyes.

Starry night, the full moon hanging high, the ancient city is quiet, the alleys are barking, the quiet courtyard, the sprouting old trees...

When I opened my eyes again, the time and space seemed to have changed.

Under the shade of the tree, there is an old man and a young man. The old man has a round body and a fat body, not to mention pure white hair and beard. Even the pair of eyebrows drooping at the corners of his mouth are not variegated.

The youngest is about ten years old, taller than the old man, young but not immature, sitting on his knees, tall and straight like a sword around his waist.

The old man sat on the futon with his knees crossed, with a three-foot-two-inch long, unsheathed and handleless, clear water-like sword across his waist.

One old and one young are chatting.

Yang Yu was not in a hurry and listened to the conversation between the two.

The more advanced the ingredients are, the more people and things they contain. Not only are there skills and techniques that can be passed down, but there are also many secrets buried in history.

"Why did the master come back so quickly? I heard that King Xiao Ming was given to the superior..."

The young man bowed his head slightly, very respectfully.

The old man smiled: "What do you think?"

"There are many people who want to kill King Xiao Ming, but they may not necessarily be high ranking people."

There is reverence in the eyes of the young man:

"Others all say that it is justifiable to kill King Xiao Ming as a high-ranking person. Don't the high-ranking people know? With the momentum of the high-ranking today, King Xiao Ming has only one way to go."

"Then you, you underestimate King Xiao Ming too much, or in other words, you underestimate the teaching of Liansheng behind him..."

The old man's tone was calm:

"The mother of King Xiao Ming, but one of the twelve most honored mothers of the Liansheng Sect. If he doesn't die, he will never be able to truly ascend to the throne!"

"Lianshengjiao?"

The young man muttered.

Only then did I remember that there was no way in the previous dynasty, and the people were struggling to live. Many of the rebels who rebelled in the first came from the Liansheng Cult...

"But if this is the case, wouldn't this move by the superiors cause trouble again..."

The young man was startled to realize the power of the Liansheng Religion, and he was a little puzzled.

"The superior is not an ordinary person. With him around, no one can turn the sky over. Now, I only hope that he can endure those twelve old women..."

The old man's expression became solemn:

"Or, before our old brothers die of old age, we can order to completely eradicate the Liansheng Sect!"

"Then what kind of mother, is she so tyrannical?"

The young man was a little stunned.

In the past 20 years, Zhang Yuanzhu has fought in the South and the North, and his momentum has reached an unprecedented peak.

He suddenly heard that someone could compete with him, how could the young man not be astonished?

More than him?

Yang Yu, who had been listening to him for a long time, also had an obsession in his heart.

From a cow herding child to the co-lord of heaven and earth, Zhang Yuanzhu's strength naturally needless to say, especially at the beginning of the founding of the country, his prestige and martial arts were at the highest peak that no one could question.

This pity teaches...

"If it's just martial arts, it doesn't matter, you can always die, but these old ladies..."

Seemingly apprehensive, the old man kept his mouth shut, then said:

"Let's not talk about this anymore, I have been a teacher for three years, and I passed on your swordsmanship before, how is your practice?"

"The disciple is stupid."

Hearing this, the young man's face suddenly flashed with shame, and he was speechless.

"My Dao is hard to learn and hard to master, and you won't gain anything."

The old man was not surprised, he turned over his sleeves and took out a long sword:

"This sword is for the master to take your heart and blood, and let the swordsmith 'Xu Luyi' forge it with black iron."

"Thank you, Master."

The young man was overjoyed, hurriedly took out the sword, stretched out his hand to touch it, and felt a sense of heart-to-heart connection in his heart.

Yang Yu could feel all the feelings of the young man, and a subtle change suddenly rose in his heart.

This sword is exactly the ten steps he is refining to kill.

"With this sword, can the disciple become the master's hundred-step flying sword?"

The young man couldn't put it down and played with it for a while before asking.

"Difficult, difficult, difficult."

The old man shook his head slightly: "This sword is in hand, you can breathe and spit on the sword for 12 weeks with the method of your heart, and then wash the sword with the secret medicine. After a few decades, you may have a three-point chance of becoming a master. Hand swordsmanship.

Even if it doesn't work, you can always kill in ten steps, but if it doesn't work..."

At the end of the day, the old man couldn't speak anymore.

"what……"

The young man was disappointed, his chest heaving, he couldn't help but red eyes:

"It's the stupidity of the disciple, and the painstaking efforts of the Master in vain..."

"Your talent is already first-class, how could it be poor?"

The old man comforted his disciple:

"It's just that the teacher's talent is so good that it leaves you behind..."

"..."

The young man's crying stopped abruptly, and he raised his head, feeling a little dazed for a while.

"Peace!"

The old man suddenly let out a low voice and recited the formula.

The young man reluctantly took his breath away, and Yang Yuzi had already sat on the ground, much more serious than the former.

"The memory is one-sided, the appearance is eight poles..."

……

……

The Giant Whale Gang, destroyed!

The gang leader Han Jing and his thirteen rudder masters all died, and the station has become a sea of ​​corpses and blood!

The rumbling thunderstorm overnight is far from the shock this news brought to the people of Mulin Mansion!

In the early morning of the first day, the news spread all over the streets.

Some people were unbelievable, some wept and comforted their families, and some wept with joy and ran to tell each other.

For a time, the whole city was in an uproar.

"My God, this is actually true? Yan Laosan, isn't that the body of Yan Laosan?"

"God has eyes, and finally accepted this group of thieves! Han Jing! Han Jing really died, died well, died too well!"

"I don't know which Xia Kelu saw the injustice and killed this group of thieves!"

"It's heartwarming, it's really heartwarming!"

……

Outside the giant whale gang's station, the crowd was crowded with people who came to watch, and the yamen who were maintaining order were almost overturned to the ground.

"Daughter, my poor daughter! Old lady, did you see that, Luo Laoqi, he died, he finally died."

An old man threw himself on the ground, tearful, almost fainted from crying, and the listener was sad.

"Old Li's head is miserable. Just because his daughter was born beautiful, he brought this disaster of ruining his family. He also had his legs and feet broken when he complained, and was thrown on the street begging and being trampled on."

Some pedestrians couldn't bear to see it, so they went to help.

"Old man, don't cry and break your body. Although the first evil is removed, the accomplice is still alive. If you don't take care of yourself, how will you avenge this revenge?"

The old man raised his head suddenly.

The person who helped him was a young man of about eighteen or nineteen years old. He was wearing clean and close-fitting clothes. He had a knife and a sword around his waist. He was crying and wiped his tears.

"Yes, I'm sorry."

The old man shrank his hands, feeling ashamed and sad: "Enough, enough, Luo Laoqi died, the old man died immediately, and he could close his eyes..."

"I heard that when you went to file a complaint, someone broke your leg and foot, and your wife couldn't bear the blow, so he passed away?"

Yang Prison asked.

"They, they are officials..."

The old man looked terrified.

"You just say yes or no, it doesn't matter who they are."

Yang Yu's words were gentle.

However, Xiao Wu shuddered, knowing that Ye Yang was just a sign of an attack, and seeing the old man nodded his head blankly~www.novelmt.com~ hurriedly went to the street vendor to ask for a cart, and carried the old man into the car.

"Look!"

When a pedestrian saw this scene, they were shocked.

"Does this young man have to stand up for Old Li? Look, isn't the direction he's going to the Yamen?!"

"Hey! It's fun to watch!"

The crowd of pedestrians became more and more excited, and even speculated whether the young hero was the one who eradicated the Giant Whale Gang.

Immediately, a group of people followed.

There were also agitated yamen servants who saw that it was not good, gave a few hastily instructed, took a small road and ran towards the yamen.

……

……

Thanks to the rain last night, Chu Ping slept well that night, and when he opened his eyes, it was already three poles in the sun.

Let the maids who stood beside the bed in the middle of the night wait for them to wash and dress.

He sat down just now, and the dishes that the servants were carrying were already on the table, hot and cold, as well as the pastries and soup.

"It's just these dishes back and forth, cook, it's time to change."

Chu Ping had a bad appetite, so he picked up his chopsticks and was about to take a few bites when he heard a sharp shout from outside the door.

"Man, no, it's alright!"

"Damn!"

Chu Ping patted the table heavily, and the servant girl who was waiting for her immediately knelt down.

But before he could have a seizure, a low drum sound had already started.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!