The First Cause of All Realms

hum~

It seemed that Huang Zhong Dalu sounded in his mind, and after a moment of trance, blurred and escaping revolving lights spread out in front of his eyes.

A small courtyard, a locust tree, an old monkey, a ghost-headed sword, and one old and one young.

Time ticked in quickly, and in a trance, Yang Yu only felt like he was on the scene, as if he had entered a light and shadow.

He raised his eyes and looked at it. Although there were slight differences, he still recognized that this small courtyard was the one where Wei He lived.

At this moment, the courtyard is empty, with only one old and one young.

The old man had goosebumps, and he was getting old, and the young man was limping, his face was frosty, and he didn't seem to be young anymore.

"That's it, Old Man Wei?"

Yang Yu recognized the boy kneeling on the ground as Wei He when he was young.

The old man said, "I'm calling you back, do you have any complaints?"

"Father summoned, how dare you complain?"

Wei He replied blankly.

"Don't dare? That's it." The old man was dumbfounded.

Wei He pursed his lips.

Since returning to the small border town from the prosperous Qingzhou, he has seen the vastness of the world. How could he be willing to come back, even if he is bruised and bruised outside.

"Over the years, have you ever gained more knowledge and gained something?"

The old man was sitting upright, rubbing his hands together and holding the big sword in his arms.

Wei He lowered his head, expressionless:

"Qingzhou has a vast land, rich resources, and endless prosperity. Qingzhou's troops are strong and strong, and there are countless people who have exchanged blood. There are countless talents who are better than mine."

"Although the Qingzhou army is strong, what is it?"

The old man sneered suddenly: "Do you know that the Daming 'father-dead-son' system was first formulated by the Great Ancestor for whom?"

Wei He's body shook, and he raised his head suddenly: "Jinyiwei?!"

"good!"

The old man nodded and said, "Father, it's Daming's Jinyiwei in Qingzhou, Shunde Prefecture, and Heishan County!"

"Jinyiwei?!"

Hearing the conversation between the father and son, Yang Yu couldn't help being shocked.

He naturally knew the name of Jinyiwei.

Li Eryi and even the world's storytellers say that whenever the imperial court is mentioned, there must be a shadow of this mysterious and violent institution.

Legend has it that Jinyiwei was established at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty when the country was founded.

But he didn't think that Wei He was actually Jin Yiwei?

In addition to being shocked, Yang Yu became more and more curious about the conversation between the father and son.

The old man seemed to be dying soon, so he explained all the matters he had to deal with, not in words, but by dictation.

Wei He recovered from the shock, didn't dare to neglect, and wrote it down carefully. I don't know how long it took, the old man spit it out in one breath, and his face was extremely gray.

"Jinyiwei, the father died and the son replaces it, it is passed down from generation to generation. Although the father is about to die, one day, His Majesty will restore the Jinyi..."

Holding on to his strength, the old man handed the ghost-headed sword in his arms to Wei He:

"This knife must be kept safe. It is not only a symbol of your identity, but also contains a profound martial arts among the Jinyiwei..."

Wei He took the knife, and before he had time to take another look, he saw the old man's breath dropped to the bottom of the valley, and he lost his voice.

"Father!"

In the shrill cry of Wei He, the light and shadow shattered.

In the dark and dull gluttonous cauldron, Yang Yu was in a trance for a while before digesting the secrets he heard.

Then, he looked at the ghost-headed sword in his hand.

After the complete refining, there was no red light on the big knife, but at a glance, Yang Yu noticed something was different.

The dense text is like a pattern all over the entire blade.

"Is this the 'high and profound martial arts' that the old man said?"

Yang Prison approached for a closer look.

"Ghost? Kui? Bit? Picture?"

Yang Yu was stunned for a while, what kind of heavenly book is this?

These characters are characters, but what characters are they? He doesn't recognize most of them at all, and he only recognizes a few of them.

After a while, Yang Yu put down the ghost-headed sword and looked at the dark cauldron wall:

[Exchange Blood: Progress (38/100) Second Exchange Blood]

[My mother wants to convince me: Progress (23/100) Level 3]

[Iron Crotch Art: Progress (16/100) Second Layer]

[Step by the Wind: Progress (39/100) Level 3]

[Tiger Grapple: Progress (11/100) Level 2]

[Knife Beheading: Progress (99/100) Level 9]

Practicing martial arts inside and outside is limited by the level of blood exchange, even if it has already reached the third level of the wind-chasing step, it cannot go further.

But this style of 'decapitation' has advanced all the way to the ninth floor by leaps and bounds!

This is not the realm of Wei He, nor the realm of his father or ancestors, but the summation of their three generations of swordsmanship experience!

It was Yang Yu who stood on their shoulders and swung his sword countless times.

…

Opened the window, the sky was only just bright, and the stars were still visible in the sky.

Yang Yu held the waist knife, and an indescribable feeling flooded into his heart, making him unable to help his body tremble.

It's as if the old gluttony sees the delicacy, and the evil spirit in the wine can see the jade dew nectar.

"Decapitation knife, ninth floor!"

Suppressing the urge to scream, Yang Yu had a touch of satisfaction on his face.

The improvement of swordsmanship will not make his strength and physique change by leaps and bounds, but the inner improvement seems to be better than the outer improvement.

huh~

The yellow leaves on the eaves fell erratically by the cold wind.

Yang Yu squinted his eyes slightly, he didn't need to think about anything, all directions and objects appeared in front of his eyes ten feet in front of him.

Even, at what angle, when to strike, with what strength and speed, what effect will be achieved.

All came to his mind.

Yang Prison just stood in front of the window so quietly, only to feel that the scenery that was so common in the past was so vivid and so fascinated.

It was only when the sky was bright and his mother-in-law's coughing sound came from next door that he came back to his senses, made a fire, fetched water, washed rice and cooked.

After everything was done, I talked to my mother-in-law before going out.

The seven days are up, but the anxiety in Yang Yu's heart dissipated a lot, and instead, he was eager to try.

The city was already lively, with people coming and going.

Yang Yu walked in the crowd, but he felt uncomfortable all over. Maybe it was the sequelae of rapid refining, or maybe it was the habit of beheading swordsmanship.

Let him walk, his eyes unconsciously fall on the necks of all pedestrians who pass by him.

At the same time, thoughts of how to exert force and how to beheaded for various angles naturally emerged in my heart.

Immersed in this weird state, Yang Prison crossed the street and came to the Liu family mansion.

Wang Wu, who was in a much better condition, was talking to a group of 'Xiang Yong' about the precautions for leaving the city this time, and suddenly his neck went numb.

Turning back subconsciously, he glanced at Yang Yu's eyes, and his heart trembled involuntarily. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

This kid...

"What? Boy, do you want to kill a certain family?"

Wang Wu scolded.

A thought in his mind made him feel extremely absurd:

Never turn your back on this kid!

Yang Yu reluctantly withdrew his gaze, turned his head, and looked at another blood-changing warrior.

Naturally, that martial artist did not have the sensing power of Wang Wu, and he had no idea that the person behind him had already beheaded him dozens of times in his mind.

"This time into the mountain, be careful about everything. Without my permission, no one can act without permission!"

Finally, he gave a warning, Wang Wu turned around and was about to take a group of people out of the city.

After walking two steps, he seemed to feel something, and couldn't help shivering, turning his head to glare at Yang Yu:

"Go ahead of me!"

…

The cool wind blows the leaves.

The courtyard was full of green plants, Liu Wenpeng held chess pieces in his hands, and looked at the Taoist man with gray beard on the opposite side:

"Brother Guan, it's your turn."

"No more, no more."

Daoist Guan abandoned his son and conceded defeat, shaking his head, "Your Excellency is worthy of both chess and swordsmanship, but the poor road really can't beat you."

"Why would you admit defeat before the chess game is too corrupted and out of control?"

Liu Wenpeng smiled slightly and said:

"Just like Montenegro at this time, you only see him as chaotic as a quagmire, but I see an opportunity to get out of the cage in it."

"Um?"

Daoist Guan raised his eyebrows and sighed, "Aren't you afraid of the erosion to the point of being out of control?"

"Hehe~"

Liu Wenpeng dropped the chess piece in his hand, wiped his palm with a silk scarf, and said leisurely:

"If that's not the case, how can I see my master's methods?"

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