The First Cause of All Realms

That voice came from this **** statue!

Looking at the clay statue that was surrounded by incense, Li Chuang's eyelids jumped, he took a step back subconsciously, and held down his waist knife.

In charge of nearly a land, he has encountered a lot of things in the past few years, and even saw a ghost kill with his own eyes, and the corpse is not dead.

But the image of the **** in front of him gave him a much more terrifying feeling than those specious ghosts.

The moment he saw the statue, he felt that his heart was heavy as if it was pressing down on a mountain, and his breathing was a little hard.

"If I were the Qing Emperor in his year, I would be rewarded with a peach blossom."

In the void, a voice came out. The voice was desolate and ancient. Li Chuang calmed down and thought about it:

"This is a poem by Gao Jia at the end of the Tang Dynasty..."

He read very little, even if he made up for it in the past few years, he has learned very little, but he has heard this sentence.

Because the old woman in the mountains passed on his invincible boxing technique, so he called it 'Shen Quan'.

It is Gaojia's famous stunt.

"It's been two thousand years, and once again I feel the breath of the old man. It's really heart-warming and emotional..."

"Huh?! You..."

Hearing this voice, Li Chuang was stunned for a moment, and then his heart rose in shock.

What shocked him was not that the words of the person in front of him mentioned that he knew Gao Jia, but the moment when the voice entered his ears, he did not raise any doubts!

"You, very much like him."

The voice of the **** statue became calm, and after listening to it, even if Li Chuang warned himself in his heart, he still became calm.

"Sure enough, the country will perish, there must be evildoers!"

With the knife in hand, Li Chuang's eyes were cold and stern.

"Evil? You are wrong... When the country falls, it will be scattered, and when it is scattered, it will not be able to suppress the heroes of the world, so the heroes will rise everywhere...

The so-called evildoer is just like the high armor at that time, you are now. "

The deity seemed to laugh a little dumbly:

"As for the deity, how can the life and death of a mere secular dynasty be affected?"

Li Chuang smashed the clay statue with a heart and retreated, but his hands and feet seemed to be unresponsive, and he stayed in place:

"Who are you?"

"Lu Chen."

Unexpectedly, the voice answered, and it was another famous name.

"Lu Chen?! What, which Lu Chen?"

Li Chuang was shocked.

There are naturally many Lu Chens in this world, but looking at the strange clay sculpture in front of him, and the Gao Jia mentioned in his words, Li Chuang couldn't help but feel astonished.

The name of Lu Chen, in the temple, in the rivers and lakes, in the past and the present, can be regarded as a famous person.

Yu Jianghu martial artist, he is the first ancestor who opened up a line of martial arts.

In the temple, he was the unparalleled hero who personally destroyed the first unified dynasty in ancient and modern times.

More than three thousand years have passed, and he is still alive? !

"No matter who you are, if you show up today, I'm afraid it's already premeditated."

Li Chuang felt a lot of shock in his heart, but he quickly calmed down and suppressed his thoughts.

"good."

The voice in the statue is very calm:

"The world is bustling for profit, and the world's hustle and bustle is for profit. If people's hearts are like this, immortals and Buddhas are unavoidable.

This deity has indeed come here with a plan. "

This kind of frankness made Li Chuang a little at a loss, but he kept his mind down for a while and said solemnly:

"Why did you come?"

"This deity is here, and I want to use your luck to become my body..."

"You want to be resurrected?!"

Li Chuang finally couldn't hold it any longer, so he was about to categorically refuse.

But the idol seemed to be very familiar with him, and before he refused, an imperceptible wave appeared in front of it.

"Second, I'll give you a fortune!"

woo~

The moment this thing appeared, an irresistible impulse emerged in Li Chuang's heart. If it wasn't for his amazing self-control, he would almost rush to it.

"This is…"

He gritted his teeth, the blue veins burst out on his forehead, and he was short of breath.

But under the faint brilliance, it was a foot high, like a monk, handsome and eyeless, and made of an unknown material.

"Daoguo, 'Extreme Hero'!"

His reaction was not as expected by the idol:

"You've been with Lianshengjiao for so long, and now you're in the middle of the road, you don't know what the fruit of the Tao is, and you don't know the preciousness of this thing..."

"Dao Guo..."

Li Chuang's heart throbbed deeply.

"This fruit, Gao Jia had nearly half of it back then. After his death, the deity spent a thousand years to find this thing from the sea of ​​laws..."

The idol said slowly:

"This good fortune is the second, and the third is to save your life!"

Resisting the urge to take that fruit as his own, Li Chuang sneered:

"Nonsense, Li has not been sick or injured in more than ten years, how can I use you to save my life..."

"The fruit of the Tao is the essence of heaven and earth, and the convergence of the principles of the law cannot be obtained without a natural fit. In the same way, according to this fruit, you can also see your life..."

The statue said lightly:

"Jixiong is the most rare fruit of the extreme way, and there are not many in the universe. Your destiny is in line with it, which is a good thing, but it is not a good thing."

The attraction of this fruit is too great to describe.

Li Chuang had to shift his mind and have a difficult conversation with him:

"What's the meaning?"

"Since you have learned Divine Fist and want to know about Gao Jia, let me ask you, who is Gao Jia's biggest enemy in this life?"

"Zheng Longgong!"

Li Chuang almost blurted out.

For more than 3,000 years from ancient times to the present, the Tang Dynasty was also a shining era. Except for the early Tang Dynasty, the late Tang Dynasty also produced many masters.

Among them, the most outstanding ones are Gao Jia and Zheng Changgong!

These two people have been enemies for many years, one is a general at the end of the Tang Dynasty, and the other is a hero in troubled times.

In the end, Gao Jia killed Zheng Changgong and was seriously injured. He died in a few years...

"The high armor of the year was half of the most powerful, and Zheng Changgong was the one of the most powerful..."

The idol said leisurely:

"You probably don't believe the deity's words, but you might as well listen."

Li Chuang's throat surged.

"It's a coincidence that when you were so heroic, the deity had a faint glimpse of your fate. What's interesting is that you shouldn't be like this now.

You should have been valued by Xu Wenji, you should have been chosen by Wang Mu, and you should have stood on the Northwest Road.

It should have been called the Great Ming Dynasty and the emperor Dashun.

it should…"

Closing his eyes, Li Chuang seemed to see the deity's half-smiling expression, he said with a faint smile, like the whispers of ghosts and gods in legends:

"Do you know who is the thief who stole your luck and the enemy who stole your life?"

Snapped!

Suddenly grabbing the tall stone statue, Li Chuang gasped heavily, sweating profusely as if he were suffocating.

But his heart was unprecedentedly satisfied, as if a large piece had been hollowed out, and it could be filled at this moment.

An indescribable taste circulated and brewed in his heart.

"Northwest Road..."

…

…

Huhu~

There are intervals between strong winds and snows, but the frost on the mountains and the earth has lasted for several months.

After chatting with her mother-in-law for a while, and when she fell asleep, Yang Yu got up and went out, picked some gifts, and went to visit Wei He.

The master of Yu Liuyi followed with a look of uneasiness and uneasiness, not daring not to follow, nor to follow too close.

In the past ten years, Wei He had several opportunities to be promoted, but he declined one by one. With the medicinal pills left by Yang Prison, he returned to the peak, and even touched the threshold of Qi and Blood Ruxiang for a time.

Unfortunately, he is old and frail, and there is no hope of breaking through.

But relying on Yang Prison's reformed Yi Qi Jue and other martial arts, his martial arts business is incomparably good.

There is an endless stream of people who are apprentices every year, even if the enrollment is expanded many times, it cannot accommodate...

The familiar alley is gone.

The Wei Family Martial Arts Hall was already a behemoth occupying an entire street, and the sound of shouting and practicing boxing could be heard from a distance.

"Brother Yang, are you studying martial arts here?"

Qin Si was a little curious.

Her eyesight is not bad, but because of this, she is even more surprised. Of course, this martial arts hall is not small, but there are very few disciples who exchange blood inside and outside.

Although there are sometimes a few young masters who have exchanged blood four or five times, it can also be seen that this martial arts hall is only a slightly larger one.

This…

Looking at the martial arts hall, and at Yang Prison, she was hit again.

She was born in a famous school, and her ancestor was a strong man who discussed Taoism with King Zhao of the Western Palace.

But she...

"Yeah, I remember at that time, I was not very diligent in practicing martial arts..."

Yang prison sighed a little.

It was very hard to practice martial arts, and he didn't care if he came to a different place so suddenly, but he was too poor at that time, and he couldn't afford the consumption of martial arts training at all.

In order to practice martial arts, in order to make up for the deficit, he ate a full two years of soil...

"…"

Qin Si didn't want to talk to him anymore.

Because she practiced martial arts since she was a child, she was very diligent...

The arrival of Yang Prison naturally caused an uproar. The Wei Family Martial Arts Hall, the inner and outer alleys were filled with crowds, and the onlookers did not know hundreds or thousands.

All kinds of discussions resounded in the sky.

"My fellow villagers are invited."

Yang Yu handed over his hands and greeted the people he knew before entering the martial arts hall surrounded by his senior brothers and sisters.

In a flash of ten years, Wei He has not changed much, but the wrinkles have deepened a lot, and there are no monkeys around.

"The monkey died of old age last winter..."

After knocking on his cigarette bag, Wei He sighed slightly:

"Although they were raised for three generations, the first purpose was to practice the beheading knife, but when it's gone, I still feel a little stuck..."

"Monkeys can only live for twenty or thirty years. It's not easy to be able to accompany you for so long."

Yang Yu is not good at comforting others. Seeing Wei He is still a little sad, he can't help but add:

"It's really uncomfortable, let's find another one..."

"Also... eh?!"

Wei He was nodding at first, but after hearing that, he almost missed a puff of cigarette and coughed a few times:

"Are you looking for a wife?"

Glancing at Yang Yu angrily, Wei He felt a lot of sadness in his heart. He asked about what he had experienced over the years, and he felt a lot:

"Who would have thought that the old man could still teach such an apprentice. Unfortunately, most of the old guys who knew each other are dead, and there is no one to blow it..."

Yang Prison couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

During the conversation, Yang Yu asked about Hu Wan. Last time, he had passed a book on the Northwest Road, but unfortunately no trace of him was found.

Old Man Wei put it lightly, and actually sighed a little:

"Xu is dead, Xu is still alive, you can't find it, what can the old man do?"

"Auspicious people have their own celestial signs, Senior Brother Hu will be fine, maybe he will be back in a few days..."

Yang Yu sighed in his heart.

The rivers and lakes are small and huge.

Like Hu Wan, there are too many warriors in the world who have not exchanged blood a few times, and there is no way to find them.

"Go, go. You really have too much influence here, hundreds of thousands of people, don't trample them to death!"

After a few cups of tea, the old man Wei had already started chasing people.

Yang Yu didn't leave in a hurry, gave him a few infuriating qi, and left a lot of medicinal pills, and then got up and said goodbye.

His acquaintances are not many, and even fewer are alive.

After visiting Wei He, Zhu Shisan and a few others one after another, Yang Prison went to buy a few pots of old wine, as well as some ingot candles, and left the city.

In the snowstorm, there were many lonely graves outside the city, and in one of them, Yang prison saw a familiar figure.

Wang Wu, who had a broken arm, leaned on the tombstone, drinking wine, not surprised when Yang prison came, and patted the tombstone:

"Tsk, eat two Yuanbao candles a day, this treatment, even if I die! It's cheap, you old boy..."

When the distance was far away, Yang Yu hadn't noticed it yet, but when the distance was a little closer, he couldn't help but jump in his heart, subconsciously operating in a secluded way, and looked at the solitary tomb:

"This tomb..."

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Good night…

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