The First Cause of All Realms

"The First Cause of All Realms (

The misty red sun did not bring a few strands of warmth.

In the fluttering snowflakes, and in the ruined city of Montenegro, there were cries everywhere.

"you…"

Looking at the blood-stained clothes, but the whole person seemed to be a reborn disciple, Old Man Wei was extremely puzzled and surprised, but he still didn't ask.

Just nodded:

"It's fine."

"You'll be fine."

The big stone in Yang Yu's heart fell to the ground, and his tense spirit also relaxed.

Immediately, he couldn't help groaning from the stinging pain all over his body. This was the injury he suffered last night, and it was also a signal that his body was overwhelmed without restraint.

"You are seriously injured."

Wei He frowned.

At a glance, he could see that Yang Yu's injuries were not serious, not to mention the seven bleeding arrow wounds all over his body, but he recognized the palm prints on his half-red chest.

That is the secret superior martial arts of Lianshengjiao, the mighty palm.

He has seen one or two from the secret report, and he knows that the practice of this palm technique is from the outside to the inside, but the force is from the inside out.

Once it is shot, the force of the palm is pervasive, not only breaking the bones and bones, but also hurting the internal organs.

"Killing so many people, how can there be no injuries?"

Yang Yu twitched the corners of his mouth, what was this pain compared to the pleasure pouring out of suppressed indignation?

Staring at Yang Prison for a long time, Wei He still had to sigh:

"I really looked away."

"It's not the first time you've said this."

Yang Yu soothed his numb and tingling body, and Guan Shanshui, who was being held down by Wei River, roared in a low voice:

"How could it be you? How could it be you? My lord, my lord?"

He couldn't be more shocked.

He recognized the big bow that Yang Yu was holding, and even saw that the seven blood holes on his body were arrow wounds, as well as the palm print of the mighty God.

What this means is simply self-evident.

What made him puzzled was that even though this kid seemed to have changed a lot now, it seemed that his inner qi was only at the level of a second exchange of blood.

But how is this possible?

"Huh~"

Yang Yu's expression was slightly cold, and a faint light appeared on the blade:

"If you walk faster, you might catch up on Huangquan Road."

"Stay on!"

Wei He Hengdao stopped him.

Dang bang~

As soon as the two knives touched, Wei He shivered and almost fell to the ground.

He looked up again and looked at Yang Yu as if he had seen a ghost.

"Master, the city is in chaos, and this scourge cannot be left behind."

Yang prison closed the knife.

Wei He was stunned for a while before he regained his composure and said solemnly:

"It's cool to kill them all together, but if there is no witness or criminal, it's hard to explain what happened today."

Among the counties of Shunde Prefecture, Heishan City is quite special.

Not only is it under the jurisdiction of Shunde Prefecture, but it is also subject to Qingzhou's judgement and restraint. For such a major event, Qingzhou will definitely send someone to investigate.

Kill it cleanly, but it's a lot of trouble.

Snapped!

A hand knife knocked Guan Shanshui unconscious, and Yang Yu showed deep tiredness:

"The next thing is left to the teacher."

The human body is like the most complicated instrument in the world, and the ribs and tendons certainly drive the transformation of all parts of the body.

However, it is impossible for the skin muscles, internal organs, and blood vessels to keep up with the exponentially increased strength in half a day.

By this time, he was still full of energy, but the strong tingling all over his body and the great mental exhaustion made him want to fall asleep.

"Okay."

As soon as Wei He agreed, Yang Yu had already fallen to the corner, holding the pig-killing knife, and fell into a drowsy sleep.

"you…"

Wei He took Daoist Guan cleanly, covered Yang Prison, and sent a signal to wait for other disciples to dare to come.

By the way, I also searched more than ten dead bodies on the ground.

huh~

Daoist Guan who was in a coma twitched involuntarily, curled up his hands and feet, clean and a little cold.

...

A mist swirled around the mountains.

The mountain spring, which never stops in winter, babbles through the small courtyard surrounded by the fence.

The trembling old woman carefully took care of the flowers of all seasons, humming unknown songs.

At a certain moment, a flower plant resembling a sunflower in the flowerbed suddenly rose, and a black blood appeared on the pure white flower facing the old woman.

"Yuchilong? That seems to be a good child, did he just die? It's a pity..."

The old woman listened intently, with a trace of regret on her face.

She put down the kettle, clapped her hands lightly, and made a crisp sound.

uh~

A sharp cry fell from the cloud head.

A strange bird that looked like a beast hovered and swooped down, and carefully landed outside the fence, trembling and lowering its high head.

"Go to Qingzhou and ask 'Qinger' to take the things back."

Just tore off a petal and throw it to the strange bird, the old woman instructed.

Boo!

Greed and fear flashed in the scarlet eyes of the strange bird, flapping its wings and flying away.

"Did you hear it, Mantra?"

The corner of the old woman's mouth showed a penetrating smile:

"Our time is coming..."

Under the dirty and smelly stone trough, the white pig with blood on its chest looked at the old woman coldly. Seeing his eyes, he lowered his head and snorted and nibbled at the hogweed.

...

Liu Qingqing spread a few tattered clothes on the ground in silence.

Carefully, he held the muddy corpse on his clothes, wrapped it up, and stumbled out of the smoke-filled prison.

Not far away, Li Eryi sighed lightly.

He didn't show up, and he really didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only ignore it.

In the middle of winter, the sky is cold.

But not as cold as Liu Qingqing's heart.

Looking at the messy Heishan City, the once prosperous has become purgatory, there are traces of flames burning everywhere, and there is a pungent **** smell everywhere.

In just one short night, the world was turned upside down.

Holding his father's muddy corpse, Liu Qingqing's body trembled, feeling the indescribable complexity and emptiness.

Shaking, he returned to Liu's house.

Without the delicacy and splendor of the past, the Liu Mansion was full of smog, and the servants and servants huddled together, cursing and roaring.

The yamen and guards fought each other, fighting for all kinds of property.

When they saw the former son, they turned a blind eye. They lost the respect they used to have, and if they were not afraid of his ability to change blood, they would have wanted to go up and **** him away.

"Sir, sir, he's really been unpredictable..."

The old slave with a bruised nose and a swollen face fell to the ground in tears, hugging Liu Qingqing's thigh, crying and complaining:

"These thieves slaves, they, they dare to rob us, hurry, hurry up and kill these **** slaves!"

Pulling his legs away, Liu Qingqing was expressionless:

"That's not our thing."

"Sir?"

The old slave looked at Liu Qingqing in disbelief: "This is the family business that the master has worked hard to buy for many years, and it is the family business that I want to leave to you!"

"Ten years ago, we came empty-handed..."

Liu Qingqing murmured and walked towards the backyard.

Not long after, he walked out with an old horse and a dusty carriage: "This is what we have... Let's go."

"Eldest son..."

The old slave slumped to the ground, crying in frustration:

"Master is gone, where can we go? They, they won't let us go..."

Ten years of county magistrate, the sky is three feet high.

He couldn't know how much evil he had done in this. When Liu Wenpeng was there, everything was not a problem.

But he's gone...

Liu Qingqing didn't respond, just pulled the car and left the house amid the looting.

At this time, the sky was already bright, and the snowflakes were still floating, but it was almost noon when looking at the sun.

Outside the Liu residence, I don't know how many people gathered.

Some wept, some hated, some hated, and some glared.

"Beast, bastard! Old Liu Gou's **** son has come out!"

"Mongrel, beast, bug!"

"Beat him, beat him to death! Things are inferior to pigs and dogs! Animals who don't pay for food!"

...

The overwhelming scolding mixed with stones like rain drowned the two of them and the carriage.

The old slave was beaten with blood on the head, crying for his father and mother.

Liu Qingqing didn't say a word, and let the blood drip on the ground, his eyes fixed on the shouting person in the crowd:

"You say I eat free food?"

He can endure any kind of viciousness.

Because the father's debt to the son is justified.

But when did he eat free food?

"I bother!"

The man trembled when he was seen, but still scolded his neck:

"You are more hateful than your bastard! Pretend to be generous and give more money, but every time you leave, you send someone to leave in secret!"

"Not bad! Liu Qingqing, what do you think you are?"

"Return our money!"

More people began to shout.

"I…"

Liu Qingqing staggered a step, his throat choked, he looked at the old slave, the old slave lowered his head and dared not speak.

"So it is, so it is."

He took a few steps back with a miserable smile, and understood everything.

It turns out that what I think is kind and charitable is just a joke...

"Silver! A lot of silver, come, come and get it!"

Suddenly, an excited shout came from the Liu residence.

The people surrounding the door were all red-eyed with irritation, smashed all the stones in their hands at Liu Qingqing, and rushed towards Liu Mansion frantically.

They came to Liu's house not to condemn Liu Qingqing.

"Liu Gongzi..."

Li Eryi walked out of the corner with the knife, took the old horse, grabbed Liu Qingqing, and walked out of the city.

That loud shout was naturally also his handwriting.

Liu Qingqing seemed to have lost his soul and was in a daze.

It wasn't until Li Eryi pulled him out of the city that he came back to his senses and squeezed his hand tightly:

"The gold I gave you was really, really, wanted to go back?"

"What's the matter?"

Li Eryi pinched his nose and told a lie~www.novelmt.com~ Liu Qingqing saw it.

"Ridiculous, ridiculous..."

He smiled miserably, his face suddenly flashed hideous, he lifted the curtain of the car, and threw the package wrapped in bones out.

"Liu Wenpeng, you should expose the corpse to the wilderness!"

"I, I shouldn't be alive!"

Shouting and shaking off Li Eryi's hand, Liu Qingqing suddenly exerted force and slammed into the outer city wall.

"Liu Gongzi! (Young Master)!"

The expressions of Li Eryi and the old servant changed drastically.

boom!

There was a muffled sound, and Li Eryi couldn't bear to look, but then heard a muffled sound.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a pale old man holding Liu Qingqing's head with one hand and pressing him to the ground!

boom!

Bang bang bang!

After a full nine times.

With a flick of his hand, Wei He threw out the muddy Liu Qingqing, and a few tumbled and fell at the feet of the old slave:

"get out!"

"Thank you, thank you."

The old servant trembled and dragged Liu Qingqing into the carriage, pulling the old horse into the distance.

"Wei He?"

Li Eryi recognized the old man.

A few days ago, this old guy often came to listen to his storytelling, and he was quite fond of Jin Pingmei, but he was stingy and never gave money.

However, he knew that this old guy was Yang Yu's master, so he pinched his nose and endured it.

"Liu Wenpeng deserves to die for his crimes, but this kid still has a good conscience."

Wei He said lightly:

"Then, let him live for now."

Li Eryi saw that something was wrong, and subconsciously took two steps back and widened his eyes:

"You didn't come to kill him, did you?"

Wei He did not admit or object, turned around and walked towards the city:

"Who asked my apprentice to kill Lao Tzu..."