The First Cause of All Realms

Huhu~

The autumn wind is already blowing through the house, and wherever they pass, whether it is the servants, the guards, or the masters of Jinyiwei, all of them get cold.

In this calm voice, they heard extreme disgust and hatred.

For a while, he actually felt a little sympathy for Nie Wendong, who fell to the ground, his jawbone shattered, and he couldn't even scream.

The powerful life force supported him, allowing him to suffer such heavy damage without dying, but he would definitely regret that he didn't die and hate his tyrannical and inhuman life force.

"grown ups!"

Everyone was silent, only Fengyun Erwei's eyes were splitting, but looking at the figure in red clothes and blood, he really didn't have the courage to make a move.

After Liang Liang looked at each other, they slapped each other on the forehead with a miserable smile, and with a muffled sound, they both died at the same time.

But he couldn't save the Lord, he couldn't stand the match, he couldn't escape, and he didn't want to be tortured like this, so he chose to commit suicide.

"Amitabha."

The monk's breath was long enough, Yuanjue lasted for more than half an hour, during which he was beaten by an unknown amount of gravel and knife energy, his face was covered in blood, but it was only then that he spit out his last breath:

"It seems that the monk's life did not sell for a good price..."

After all, he died of anger.

There were only a few streams of light that others could not see or touch, which flowed out from his body and disappeared into the void in front of Yang Yu's chest.

After the ceremony, the Zijin Devil Swallowing Treasure Gourd already has spirituality, and will search for the fate of the deceased on its own.

"Murder is no more than a nod, don't you think it's too much?"

Yang Xuanying covered her face with a fan, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her heart was full of fear.

It seems that this person has not set foot on the four levels for too long, but he has successively defeated the old monk Yuanjue and Nie Wendong, who is carrying the fruit of Taoism.

But he first had a tyrannical fist, and then he was the Qinglong Zhengang, and the Qinglong nine kills, which is really unbelievable.

The former is fine. There are eight thousand mysterious knights under the command of King Zhao of the Western Palace who can master this boxing technique, but the latter two are secret martial arts passed down by King Longyuan.

How could he...

"Are you going to start?"

Yang Yu shook his arm, blood dripped down, and his expression was cold.

Naturally, he didn't kill him, otherwise, with Nie Wendong's pampered body, he could be smashed into flesh with one punch, and it would take a long time to grind his blood into his body.

And the reason why he kept his hand was not only to humiliate him, but also because of the particularity of the drought.

Droughts are immortal and immortal, non-human and non-ghost. According to legend, they belong to freaks who do not belong to the Three Realms or the Five Elements.

And the most talked about is of course its 'immortality' feature.

According to legend, a drop of blood can create a group of ghouls, and even after the deity dies, it can be reborn with that drop.

Nie Wendong wanted to die, so he verified his guess from the side. This old guy is still hiding his back.

"How's it going?"

Yang Xuanying glanced at Xu Wenji, who was expressionless and didn't know what he was thinking, and couldn't help but feel a sudden shock in his heart.

Could this Yang Prison really have some background?

"Come on, come on."

Yang Yu picked up the half-dead Nie Wendong with one hand and walked towards him:

"Otherwise get out!"

"you!"

Yang Xuanying was furious, but seeing Xu Wenji's indifference, Qiu Zhanyu and the others' cold eyes, and their angry fingers trembling, they still endured it.

"You know, if you can get out of this door today, it will be difficult if you want to come in again."

Yang Yu's footsteps stopped, and Xu Wenji's voice came from behind him. He sighed, feeling a little desolate:

"You're still young, the future is limitless, let him breathe, the old man will deal with it, okay? The rivers and lakes are rugged, but it's not as convenient as the public door, you..."

"Old man..."

Yang Yu was silent for a moment, then slowly turned around and said, "If your clothes are torn, you can sew them up, but if your heart is broken, can you still live?"

"How can you know if you don't try it?"

Xu Wenji's tone became more and more tired, and he already understood Yang Yu's intentions.

He felt more powerless in his heart.

The person in front of him clearly still has enthusiasm, and he may not become a pillar, but he can't keep him...

"Boss, do you want to force Yang to stay?"

Yang prison opened his mouth.

"People are getting old and can't stay!"

Xu Wenji sighed again, but his eyes did not leave Yang prison:

"I used to think that I still had time, to finish these chores, and have a long talk with you..."

He waved his hand and said in a low voice:

"When I parted, the old man just wanted to ask you, what kind of person do you want to be when you go?"

"What kind of person do you want to be?"

Yang Yu chewed on the old man's words, and after pondering for a while, he turned to leave, only a few steps, and he was already out of the front yard, and after a few breaths, no one was seen.

Only the voice echoed:

"I'd rather be mad than a villager!"

"I'd rather take madness than my hometown..."

Xu Wenji repeated it, a little lost.

"Boss!"

Seeing Yang Prison leave without anyone by his side, Yang Xuanying spoke with a livid face, and her tone was very stiff:

"As a veteran of the two dynasties and an important official of the country, did you just sit and watch a murderer capture and kill the lord of a state in broad daylight without any obstruction?!"

Qiu Zhanyu's face sank, and he wanted to speak, but Xu Wenji had already spoken:

"You are young and strong, and you can't hide your head. I am an old guy with a few bones. How can I stop such a murderer?"

"Old man..."

Yang Xuanying took a puff of skin:

"Junior can't handle it, but you..."

Before he could finish his words, a crisp 'slap' sound completely interrupted him, and he looked in astonishment, and it was the golden beans that fell to the ground.

"Nie Wendong guessed well..."

Xu Wenji turned around and left slowly:

"There are not so many treasures that scatter beans and become soldiers..."

"..."

Xu Wenji drifted away, and a group of Jinyiwei held a group of people and waited closely behind. After a while, only Yang Xuanying remained in place, her face was blue and white.

Speechless for a long time.

...

...

call!

The long street in front of the gate of the mansion was already crowded with people watching the excitement, some of them were merchants and pawns, some warriors from all corners of the world, or some spies from various families.

But no matter who it is, when they see Jin Yiwei dressed in red and blood-stained carrying a mummified corpse that is extremely miserable, only to breathe out but not inhale, they are all startled.

And when someone in the crowd recognized who the mummy was, after an exclamation, everyone inside and outside the long street was silent and fell into a dead silence.

This is Nie Wendong!

Nie Wendong, the leader of a state, a top official in the frontier, and an absolute big man in the entire Ming Dynasty!

In this land of Qingzhou, he is almost a big man in the sky. Who would have thought that he would be beaten into a dead dog in his own mansion!

Still in broad daylight, under the bright sky!

Outside the mansion, before and after the long street, thousands of people seemed to have lost their voices. Only the sound of footsteps, neither light nor heavy, sounded, and countless emotions were surging in their hearts.

Let!

Yang Prison walked unhurriedly. Wherever he passed, there was no obstruction. Seeing him from a distance, everyone was giving way.

call!

The white crane spread its wings, and before it could fall, it flew up to the sky again, as if there was something extremely terrifying, and it didn't dare to stay for a long time.

Qin Si landed, and before she could step forward, the little Daotong rushed up one step ahead, jumping three feet high, trembling with excitement:

"Qinglong Nine Kills, Qinglong Nine Kills! Where did you learn it, teach me, teach me!"

This little daoist witnessed the whole process and was excited for a long time, thinking that this is what a man should do, hiding in the corner and quietly drawing a talisman, don't be too wretched!

"The things of King Longyuan, if you dare to learn, I will teach you."

Yang prison glanced at him.

Hearing King Longyuan, the little Taoist suddenly became discouraged and turned around gloomily, but he remembered something and began to ask his guilt:

"This real person almost forgot, you are in the valley, what are you doing to knock me out?!"

"My little ancestor!"

Niu San, who was a few steps behind, heard this, and rushed over with great strides to make amends: "If Lord Yang hadn't rescued you, before you..."

Halfway through the conversation, he couldn't go on, isn't this exposing a person's scars?

But he still bowed again and again, grateful from the bottom of his heart.

If it wasn't for Yang Yu knocking out this little Daoist boy, he couldn't imagine the consequences...

"Brother Yang is going to the restaurant?"

Qin Si stepped forward and asked, seeing that Yang Yu seemed to be going to the Spring Breeze Tower, her heart tightened slightly.

Yang prison nodded:

"want to drink."

While he was talking, the Spring Breeze Building was close at hand, and as he walked all the way, the news had already reached the Spring Breeze Building, and by the time Yang Prison walked into the Spring Wind Building, it was already empty.

Only the shopkeeper came up tremblingly.

"Set up twenty tables for me on the ninth floor, and come up with any good wine!"

After throwing off the last golden ticket on his body, Yang Yu didn't say much, but carried Nie Wendong upstairs.

"No, don't you want to cook?"

When he got a negative answer, the shopkeeper didn't dare to neglect, and hurriedly ordered to go down. The whole restaurant has only one table of guests~www.novelmt.com~ This speed is naturally extremely fast. After a while, twenty jars of wine began to be served.

"Nie, how are you..."

Hearing the news of his return, Li Eryi came out in a hurry, Yang prison went up to the ninth floor, and he also caught up, seeing Nie Wendong like a dead dog, horrified.

He had seen Nie Wendong, and he was once grateful. If he hadn't rushed to Deyang Mansion, he was afraid that he would not be able to make it now because of the porridge and rice with clear soup and little water.

"Bring a knife."

Yang Yu did not return him, but asked him to fetch a knife. Li Eryi was stunned, but he turned back to retrieve it. After a while, he came back with the knife.

"Can the boning knife work?"

"A knife is fine."

Yang Yu took the knife and put it on the table, then stretched out his hand and closed Nie Wendong's mandible.

"what!"

As soon as he closed it, there was a shrill scream. Nie Wendong was in excruciating pain, and his mouth was full of foul language, causing Yang Yu to tear his jaw apart again.

"Brother Yang, are you?"

Qin Si frowned slightly, she was not a polite person, but Nie Wendong's tragic situation really made people's heart block.

"Before entering the valley, I promised to invite them to drink..."

Yang Yu looked slightly gloomy.

First, Cao Jinlie, then Qian Jinge and other Jinyiwei, the two wine appointments that were promised were difficult to fulfill...

Qin Si was silent, and immediately got up, poured wine for Yang Yu, poured all the wine bowls on the twenty tables, and the aroma of the wine was overflowing.

only……

"What's the best way to have wine and no food?"

Qin Si said, her tone stopped, and she looked at Nie Wendong.

Is this an appetizer...