The First Cause of All Realms

Pingshui County is located on the edge of Yanzhou, bordering Longyuan and Baizhou across the mountains. It is not prosperous, but it was originally densely populated.

It is a pity that after the chaos in the northwest, there were so many refugees that it seemed a little cold.

In broad daylight, no shops were open. In the snowstorm, there were only Yang Prison and his party, as well as the sparse yamen and soldiers, most of whom were old and frail.

Yang prison's five senses are so sharp, he can naturally detect the gaps in the doors and windows, staring at him nervously, the whole small town is filled with twilight energy.

A few sporadic children were having fun in the snow, but it was the only place that seemed to be alive.

The blacksmith shop was open, but there were no fires left. Only a few blacksmiths huddled in the room, smoking dry cigarettes and frowning.

Seeing there were guests, I didn't see much joy. It wasn't until Yang prison took out the gold ingot that he squeezed out some smiles, and he didn't reject the use of the fire at all.

And all the ore and iron ingots in the shop were taken out.

There are a lot of minerals in the Northwest Road. Although there are no mysterious iron ore veins near Pingshui County, there are also a lot of mysterious iron in this blacksmith shop. Someone wanted to buy it instead of robbing it, and they took it out immediately.

Unfortunately, this amount of black iron is far from enough to create a ten-forged black iron soldier. For Yang Yu, it can only be said that it is better than nothing.

"Collate the information on the rebels that Yan Dongjun belongs to, especially the nearby prefectures."

Yang Yu gave an order.

"Yes."

Qi Wensheng was very kind, although he still had a lot of doubts about this little uncle, but he could only lead the disciple away.

"The erosion of the Northwest Road is the epitome of many state capitals in the future...

Yang Yu was silent in his heart.

Longyuan Dao is also a bit chaotic, but according to the strength of the garrison in the three states, it can be maintained for the time being. However, not every Dao and state can have a strong garrison like Longyuan Dao.

The border garrison is far from comparable in the customs.

Whoosh!

The bellows stirred, the flames rose, and the heat wave was surging. Yang Yu held a sledgehammer and knocked at will, the eyelids of a few blacksmiths were jumping wildly, and the whole blacksmith shop was shaking.

Armored and Armored Skills is probably the slowest progress among the strange arts that Yang Prison has learned. Apart from the black iron arrow and the two-edged sword, he rarely creates other things.

But at this moment, it is still necessary to repair the two-edged sword that was pointed in two by the sloppy Taoist.

For him, this process is naturally not tedious. When hammering the iron ingot, he can still use it with all his heart, and perceive the living dead No.

At the same time, they can also separate their minds to figure out the practice of keeping the precepts.

Martial arts and precepts are two completely different things.

The former, no matter how obscure it may be, will often have some images and the like, and even if it is drawn as a stickman, it can be imitated step by step.

Keeping the precepts requires a lot of mystery, and many of the terms, even if there are annotations, will only be confusing to those who do not understand the practice.

But in the final analysis, keeping the precepts is not something that can be done by silently reciting one sentence in the heart, it needs to be practiced.

He had been with the rebooting monks of Fulong Temple for a period of time. The Fulong Temple where this little monk is located is a very small branch of Buddhism. There are even only 18 people in each generation, each of whom holds one precept.

The reason why the little monk went down the mountain was not to act as a chivalrous person, but to prepare for keeping the precepts.

Rebooting, Rebooting, No Rebooting, How to Know What Rebooting Is?

To keep the precepts is not to say a word in the heart, but to put it into action, and use it to give back to the heart and perseverance. Only in this way can we walk in the sea of ​​laws.

boom!

Under the sledgehammer, sparks splattered everywhere, and Yang Yu took out the two-edged sword that was broken in two, but his mind fell into silence:

"This method of keeping the precepts is very similar to the legendary fairy Buddha."

Huhu~

The fierce north wind blew the goose feather snow, blowing all over the world.

Twenty miles south of Pingshui County, there is a small town. It is said to be a small town. In fact, it does not even have a city wall. It is just a gathering place for many small villages nearby.

There is not enough wood to make wooden walls, and many people are needed to patrol and guard.

That night, the north wind was particularly cold, and the guarding militiamen shivered in the wind and snow, and could only keep stomping their feet and rubbing their hands to keep warm, and sometimes scolded a thief.

But no one dared to be careless. Every time they walked to a place without a wooden wall, they would hold the knife and fork in their hands tightly, to be precise, a hatchet and a dung fork.

There are naturally a lot of weapons in the town, but they are just patrolling, and naturally they can't get it.

call!

At a certain moment, a figure appeared in the dark night, alarming the guarding militiamen.

"Who?!

"It's me, Ergou!"

The visitor stomped his feet fiercely, shook off the snow on his body, and his face was frozen blue.

"Er Gou, how is it, did you find anything?"

Several militiamen gathered around.

"Stay well, I'll find Boss Huang!"

Ergou's face turned blue, he didn't linger, he hurried to somewhere in the town, his speed was very fast, obviously he had martial arts in him.

After a while, he came to a small courtyard.

"Who?"

In the small courtyard, the lights were on, and a thin, but slender man in a single coat stepped out, holding a steel knife with a cold light in his hand.

"Brother Huang."

Seeing someone coming, Ergou just breathed a sigh of relief.

The person in front of him, named Huang Hu, is one of the most famous people in the area of ​​hundreds of miles. Not only does he read and hyphenate words, he has been in the army for several years, and he has also been a headhunter in the palace city. He is very skilled in martial arts.

In the past few years, it was he who brought together dozens of nearby villages, formed a militia, and invited some retired veterans to protect the town.

"Any discovery?"

Huang Hu frowned.

The little skinny guy in front of him, named Wang Ergou, was one of the ten most alert scouts he picked out in the town, wandering in the wilderness every day.

"Come on"

Ergou's face turned bitter, and his facial features were crowded together: "There are at least twenty torches, a dozen bonfires, and many dragons and horses on the other side of Niutou Mountain...

"Ryoma?!"

Hearing the words in front of him, Huang Hu's face was still steady, and when he heard the word "Dragon Horse", his heart couldn't help but tremble.

"You see clearly?"

Even in the Northwest Road, where there are two major horse breeding grounds in Daming, dragon horses are extremely valuable things. There are nearly ten thousand people in the town where he is now, and there is not a single one.

Such a valuable animal, not to mention in times of chaos, even in normal times, is not something that ordinary people can afford.

"Those beasts are more than nine feet tall at the shoulders, and their eyes are like lanterns at night. Can this be wrong?"

The second dog panicked.

"Calm down, go to inform the guards, be alert!"

Huang Hu's face changed several times, but he still suppressed the worry in his heart, and ordered Ergou to inform the others, and he turned back into the house.

"Uncle..."

In the house with only one oil lamp, a thin and shriveled old man was smoking a dry cigarette. When Huang Hu came in, he knocked on the cigarette bag:

\"What, panic?"

"If the bandits and refugees come here, I'm not afraid of the thousands, but Ryoma...

After entering the door, the sadness on Huang Hu's face was no longer concealed.

In the past few years, he has dealt with a lot of bandits and refugees, but these years, the big bandits have gone to respond to Yan Dongjun, who can look at him in such a small town, naturally he will not be famous Role.

It is possible that those who ride on dragon horses are the elite of the elite in the army, and it is even less likely that they are ordinary people in the army of bandits.

"If you can't beat it, join in."

The old man didn't care, took another puff of dry cigarettes, and exhaled a smoke ring:

"Anyway, you are also a good player in changing blood four times. Not to mention a group of bandits, even if you join the Yan army, you are still qualified!"

"No!\"

Huang Hu categorically refused:

"The town is full of folks who watched me grow up, and I must never abandon them!"

In the past few years, he has seen too many tragedies, villages and towns have been looted, burned, and countless people died in the chaos.

He grew up on a family meal, how could he bear to see these elders and villagers suffer like that?

"Then let's die together."

The old man shook his head slightly:

"In today's world, if you protect them for a while, can you protect them for a lifetime? This batch is gone, and sooner or later there will be another batch..."

"The world is like this, how are you doing?

Lightly tapping the cigarette bag pot, the old man looked indifferent.

"The imperial court bullied us, the chaotic army bullied us, and the bandits bullied us! We are all human, why should we always be bullied by others..."

Huang Hu fell to his knees with a 'puff', almost clenching his teeth:

"Uncle, I know you are a very capable person, please save us"

"The weak eat the strong, it has always been like this. Don't say me, it is the heroes of the past and present, who can do it?"

The old man was neither happy nor angry, and his indifferent expression made the trance-hearted hair cool.

"I can save you, but not everyone."

"I.…

Huang Hu's body trembled.

"They are coming soon.\"

The old man raised his hand lightly and pointed at Huang Hu's eyebrows. The latter's pupils shrank, and after a stream of heat filled his body, he only felt that his eyes and ears became extremely sensitive.

The sound of horses' hooves was faintly heard from far away.

"Is there no other way?

Huang Hu shook his head bitterly. From the sound of hoofs, he could tell that it was the sound of at least a dozen horses.

Coming from the army, he certainly knew what that meant.

Fourteen dragons and horses lined up to charge, there were no organized troops or martial arts experts, ordinary militiamen were brave, even a thousand people would be killed!

Dangdang~

In the small town, the sound of the gong had already sounded, and a large number of militiamen poured out from various streets.

There are old and young, some with steel knives, some with dung forks, some are veterans, some are farmers, and they all gather towards his courtyard.

"There are other ways, not without..."

The old man's eyes became deep:

"It's just, the old man is afraid that you don't have the energy."

In the snowy night ~www.readwn.com~ the sound of horses' hooves approaching was terrifying.

"Please uncle teach me!"

Huang Hu grabbed the ground with his head and made a sound.

"good very good.\"

Amidst the faint laughter, Huang Hu suddenly raised his head, and saw the old uncle who taught him Yue Yu Kungfu, turned into black smoke and disappeared.

In place, only a slap-sized stone tablet was left.

"All things are born to support people, and people have nothing to repay the sky"

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