The First Cause of All Realms

Liu Qingqing was drunk.

Anyone who feeds themselves to death will get drunk.

Looking at the drunk and boneless Liu Qingqing by the window on the second floor, Yang Yu hesitated in his heart.

He followed him all the way last night, although he had never heard the conversation between the father and son, but from his fight with his own guards for Li Eryi, it could be seen that this eldest son was not bad by nature.

So, he didn't really want to get in touch with him.

"Um?"

Slightly distracted, a hand quietly probed over, Yang Yu was alert, and greeted him with a backhand.

Snapped!

With a crisp sound, Yang Yu only felt his arm go numb, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Just as he was about to draw his knife, he saw the cloak in front of him lifted slightly.

"Wang Wu?"

Yang Yu let go of the knife and swung his arm.

"No matter how big or small, you have to be called Fifth Master!"

Wang Wu lowered his cloak, turned around, and disappeared into the crowd.

Looking back at Liu Qingqing, Yang Yu turned around and followed.

Soon, they turned to an alley.

"Specially brewed!"

As soon as he lifted his cloak, Wang Wu couldn't stop his anger:

"Then where did Liu Wenpeng invite such a master? I almost noticed Lao Tzu several times..."

"Are you saying that there is a stench on his body, and he is suspected to have practiced poison art?"

Yang Yu's heart moved.

Wang Wu is afraid that he has not been idle these few days, but it seems that he also has nothing to gain.

"Poison power?"

Wang Wu was stunned for a moment, and raised caution:

"I saw you coming out of Wang Fobao's house this morning, what did he say?"

Yang Yu didn't hide anything, he said it one by one.

Wang Wu's complexion became solemn, even ashen:

"Blocking the main road, forbidding communication, these lunatics are really bold, what do they want to do? Massacre the city?!"

Wang Wu couldn't hold back his anger.

He paced back and forth, and it took him a long time to make up his mind.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he led Yang Prison around, and carefully knocked on the door of a sesame oil shop.

Da!

Da da da!

One long and three short, and so on four times, someone behind the door responded:

"It's off today, please be early tomorrow."

"Fuck you, can't you hear Lao Tzu's voice?"

Wang Wu pushed hard, directly deduced the door latch, and strode in.

'This is the stronghold of the six doors? ’

Yang Yu had guesses in his heart.

A short, fat man in thick clothes hurriedly shut the door, complaining all the time:

"For this stronghold, I have been busy for several years. If you miss out, don't blame Lao Zhang to sue you!"

Saying that, his eyes fell on Yang Yu.

"Okay, this is the person that Lao Tzu accepted, and he is much more reliable than you."

Wang Wu sat down unceremoniously, picked up the teapot and poured half a pot of water directly into his mouth:

"Fatty Zhang, I asked you for a helping hand? When will it arrive?"

"The eagle has been out for a few days, and logically it's coming soon. It should only be three or two days."

Fatty Zhang spoke softly, still complaining:

"It's not that you don't know Liu Wenpeng's methods. If you lead someone here, if you expose it, you will be in big trouble."

"Recently?"

Wang Wu sneered and told him that all the important roads in Heishan City were blocked.

When Fatty Zhang heard the words, his expression suddenly changed.

"Tell me yourself, what have you gained in the past three years? What clues have you caught?"

Wang Wu patted the table.

This fat man is called Boss Zhang. Like him, he was born in the army and entered the Six Doors. However, he was assigned to be the headhunter, but the fat man settled down in Montenegro.

"Which is so easy?"

Fatty Zhang rolled his eyes angrily:

"That old guy bullied the top and looted a county's money. Seventy or eighty percent of the money went out, up to Shunde House, down to the yamen swordsman, who didn't take his benefits?

It's a means to keep me from being discovered. "

"Bah!"

Wang Wu was too lazy to talk too much, so he directly asked him to take out all the latest information.

Yang Yu found a seat by himself, and waited in a leisurely manner.

After a while, Wang Wu put down the file until Fatty Zhang hesitated to light an oil lamp.

"A person from the Iron Sword faction?"

Wang Wu sneered "hehe":

"Fatty Zhang, I'm going to go to Liu's house for a walk. You have to find a way to lead the old man of the Iron Sword School out!"

"Which line is this?"

Fatty Zhang waved his hands again and again.

"No? Then I have to report the fact that your information was wrong and nearly killed Lao Tzu!"

Wang Wu snorted coldly.

"This this……"

Fatty Zhang saw sweat on his forehead. Seeing Wang Wu's death, he couldn't let go, so he could only grit his teeth and agree.

Wang Wu just gave up and asked about what happened in the prison:

"Have you heard anything from the mouth of Lianshengjiao?"

"There is, but there is."

Glancing at Yang Prison, Fatty Zhang hesitated slightly.

"When is it? Do you still care about this?"

Wang Wu frowned and urged.

Only then did Boss Zhang speak: "This is a long story."

"Then don't talk shit, long story short!"

"Uh……"

Almost choked to death by Wang Wu's words, Fatty Zhang glared at him angrily before saying:

"It is said that Emperor Qin sweeps the Liuhe and rules the world..."

"Why don't you start with Pangu Kaitian!"

Wang Wu almost slapped him.

"Hi, your grandfather, do you still want to listen?!"

Fatty Zhang also got angry.

Seeing that the two of them seemed to be about to fight, Yang Yu, who was speechless, got up and started a round.

"Emperor Qin swept Liuhe and ruled the world. His talents and talents are roughly the same. The emperors of the three thousand years can only be compared with the Taizu of this dynasty..."

Fatty Zhang took a sip of water and said:

"Unfortunately, it is such a heroic hero who has reached the pinnacle of literary talent and martial arts and enjoyed all the prosperity of the world. In old age, it is inevitable to fall into the thirst for 'longevity'...

Qiansuo World's martial arts editor has usurped the 'Book of the Universe', not to mention, and has crossed the sea several times to seek immortals..."

Boss Zhang tried to be as concise as possible, but it still seemed stinky and long.

Wang Wu tried to interrupt several times, but was persuaded by Yang Yu.

Emperor Qin's request for immortality was widely circulated among the people. Yang Yu had heard of it when he first came to this world, but he didn't think there was any fuss.

How come the emperors and generals of the ancient past have not done similar actions?

Human desires are endless, and longevity is the most important, because the latter is the summary of all desires in the world~www.novelmt.com~ It is also the instinct of human beings to survive and fear death.

No one can get rid of it.

Fatty Zhang's words are similar to folklore, but just when Wang Wu impatiently wanted to interrupt.

His words changed, and his voice became mysterious:

"The death of Emperor Qin is indisputable, but there are different opinions about the result of his search for immortals. Among them, there is such a saying that is not widely circulated, which is believed by Lianshengjiao..."

"what?"

Wang Wu was somewhat attracted.

"It is said that when Emperor Qin searched all over the world, he finally found traces of immortals in an unknown secret place..."

Fatty Zhang is mysterious, his eyes are glowing with dim light:

"It is said that it is a path of qi that is extremely bizarre and even more anomalous. Some people call it 'the foundation of immortality', some call it 'the seed of supernatural power', and some people speculate that this is not the trace of an immortal.

It is the 'deeds', 'dao fruit', 'rank' created by heaven and earth..."

"Rank?!"

Yang Yu's heart suddenly trembled when he heard the story.

Rank?

"What nonsense!"

Wang Wu couldn't listen anymore.

"I also think it's nonsense. I can't help Lian Sheng to teach these lunatics to believe."

Fatty Zhang spread his hands.

"Sure enough, he's a lunatic!"

Wang Wu suddenly lost interest in the things in the prison, got up and said goodbye, not forgetting to tell this fat man the sooner the better.

He walked swiftly.

Yang Yu, who went out the door, was dazed. He pressed his chest, and deep in his eyes, he seemed to see the ghost-headed sword full of words again.

It says on it,

The rank map of the ghosts and gods of the ten capitals.

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