The First Cause of All Realms

Under the night, corpses were scattered everywhere, and the rich blood energy attracted the old crows to circle.

Zhao Qi and the others, who saw this slaughtering battle from the beginning to the end, broke out in cold sweats, feeling as if their spines had been pulled away.

Seeing Yang Yu approaching, he knelt on the ground without bones:

"Yang, Lord Yang is mighty..."

The people in Tiejianmen were even more drenched in cold sweat, and they were shocked, regretful and fortunate in their hearts.

Fortunately, this murderer didn't have a fierceness before, otherwise, they were afraid that the bones would be eaten up by wild dogs.

"Yang Prison..."

Inside the prison car, Guan Shanshui was holding on to the chains, and his heart was full of wonder.

'Four elephant arrows! Four Elephant Arrows! He actually learned the four elephant arrows! ’

Guan Shanshui was shocked beyond words.

Although he was wearing a pipa bone, his eyesight was still there. How could he not recognize that Yang Prison's previous archery movements were exactly the same as Liu Wenpeng's?

But how is this possible? !

Not to mention that Liu Wenpeng doesn't have the habit of keeping secret books at all, but he does. It's only been a few days, how could he have such archery skills?

He casually removed the joints of the bandits that had almost collapsed in front of him, and ordered Zhao Qi and the others to clean up the battlefield before Yang Yu walked up to the middle-aged scholar.

This group of bandits is extremely fierce, even more fierce than the thirty bandits before Heishan City. If he hadn't killed the one-armed bandit, I'm afraid it might not collapse.

"Heh, hehe. Hahaha!"

Seeing Yang Prison walk in, the middle-aged scribe suddenly burst into laughter.

Yang Yu looked at him coldly and said nothing.

'Why didn't he ask? ’

The middle-aged scribe laughed wildly for a long time, seeing Yang Yu just looking at him coldly, he was short of breath, coughed a few times, and his face was very ugly.

"Don't laugh anymore?"

Yang Yu picked up the pig-killing knife and patted it lightly, and the scribe's complexion had already turned red into a pig's liver, begging for mercy again and again.

"I only ask once."

Yang Yu's eyes were slightly cold:

"Why ambushed me?"

"We, yes, because Changliu Mountain issued an interception order, saying that if you capture you, you can join Changliu Mountain. It's not that we want to kill you, yes, Changliu Mountain!"

The scribe felt bitter in his heart, did not dare to hide it, and reluctantly told the cause and effect.

More than a year ago, a decree from Changliu Mountain spread on the Green Forest Road in Qingzhou, calling on the heroes of Qingzhou to gather in Changliu to discuss the future.

But Changliu Mountain is not for everyone.

If you want to worship Changliu Mountain, you must vote for a certificate!

And this certificate, including the Qingzhou military academy, state officials, and many counties including Montenegro.

"...We didn't have the guts to provoke the Qingzhou army, and we didn't dare to loot the county town. We had already thought of escaping to another state, but suddenly we heard Xiao, ahem, you have been added to the registration form...

When the lard is blinded, it will come to your mind. "

The scribe's face paled.

The bowels of regret in my heart are all green.

Although he thought that this small catch is not easy, but who would have thought that a little-known small catch in a small border town could be so cruel?

Knowing this, he would rather flee to another state to fight with other people on the Greenwood Road than face this murderer.

"Changliu Mountain? Submit a certificate?"

Yang Yu frowned, but guessed that Changliu Mountain was probably connected to Liansheng Sect.

Include yourself in the nomination form, just because you sabotage their plan to plot Montenegro?

Or is it also because of that fruit?

Thoughts flashed in his mind, he asked again:

"Changliu Mountain is nothing but mountain bandits. You are not even afraid of the imperial court. Why should you listen to what Jilong Mountain said?"

There are six prefectures in Qingzhou, nearly a hundred counties, and the area can be said to be very large. It takes a year or two to go back and forth. Jilong Mountain is so arrogant and forced to be unable to go out of the mountain. What qualifications do you have to order Qingzhou Green Forest Road?

"Also, it's not because Xu Wenji is coming to Qingzhou."

The scribe gritted his teeth and had an indescribable fear.

Xu Wenji wanted to come to Qingzhou, which suddenly spread some time ago. It was precisely because this big man was coming that forced them to find a way to join Changliu Mountain.

"Xu Wenji."

Yang Yu understood this in his heart.

Xu Wenji, who was born as a head hunter, walked from the county town to Gyeonggi step by step, stepping on the bones of countless robbers and bandits every step of the way.

His reputation in Qingzhou, which is only separated from Yunzhou by a 'Da Tao River', is more than thunderous?

Including the scribe in front of him, in the entire Green Forest Road in Qingzhou, there is no one who is not afraid of this Master Xu.

That makes sense.

"Um?"

Yang Yuben wanted to ask about other things, but a sudden movement occurred in his heart.

Anyone else ambushing?

Yang Yu's eyes turned cold, and he dismantled the scribe's joints with his backhand, then hung the broken knife around his waist, and just a little bit below his feet, he was already stepping on the wind and flying away.

Between the strides, he exerted strength with his feet, and with his arms stretched, he had pulled the fine iron bow into a full moon, and shot an arrow into the dark night.

when!

Like a yellow bell, it exploded with a crisp sound.

Yang Yu's eyes narrowed, and in the darkness of the night, two monks, one old and one young, walked out from behind the bushes, folded their hands together, and recited the Buddha's name.

"Liu Qingqing?"

Yang Yu's eyesight was excellent, and he recognized the young monk from a distance of 100 meters.

He actually became a monk?

call!

Thoughts flashed in his mind, he put away his big bow and stopped at a distance of more than ten meters between the two.

His eyes swept away and fell on the old monk, and a great alert suddenly rose in his heart.

All martial arts practitioners, whether young or old, have blood and qi far beyond ordinary people. Even if they have the method of hiding their qi and blood, they will show it to some extent.

The old monk was as shriveled as an old eggplant, with no blood at all.

However, a sense of secrecy rose in his heart.

This monk is a great master.

"Old monk Hui'an, I have seen the patron saint Yang."

The old monk folded his hands together and said with a smile:

"The donor is really an unparalleled warrior, and his five senses are so sensitive that I really have to admire it."

"Master Yang, we meet again."

Su Ming, or Liu Qingqing also put his hands together.

"Liu Gongzi."

Yang prison returned a salute.

Although it is said that Liu Wenpeng's death is more than worthy.

But he killed Lao Tzu and let people salute him, even he couldn't stand it.

"The past is broken, the little monk's name is Suming."

Su Ming's eyes are a little complicated.

At this moment, he couldn't even tell what emotion was in his heart.

Resentment?

hatred?

gratitude?

Or envious?

With all kinds of emotions rolling in his heart, Liu Qingqing tasted it silently. He should be more envious, right?

Traveling the world with a sword, hoeing the strong and helping the weak, catching the lawless, beheading thieves.

I'm jealous……

"I heard before that this group of murderers wanted to embarrass the officials. She was kind-hearted and brought the old monk here, but she thought too much."

The old monk Hui'an said softly:

"It's just that there are all kinds of evil obstacles, and killing is the first. In the future, you should be more cautious."

"Master is compassionate, but I can't learn it from here."

Yang Prison first thanked him, but said indifferently:

"There may be helpless innocents among the people who occupy the mountains and the grass, but there are more people who should be killed. Besides, these people are all coming to the door, how can I wait to die?"

"Master Yang asks himself, you kill so fiercely. Are you trying to maintain the law, or are you just enjoying the thrill of killing?"

Hui An took a deep look at Yang Yu and sighed:

"Does the donor know the origin of the saying that 'the hero is forbidden by martial arts'?"

"The thrill of killing..."

Yang Yu frowned slightly:

"What's the master's opinion?"

"The martial arts in the world all come from the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism. The two schools of Buddhism and Taoism also realize the Tao in heaven and earth. The power of heaven and earth is vast and boundless, and the human mind is small, and it is inevitable that you will lose your original heart.

This is the deepest "Easy Soul" hidden in the way of martial arts after "Yi Jin", "Yi Gu" and "Blood Exchange". "

"'Easy Soul'?"

Yang Yu was shocked.

Similar words, he also heard from Weihekou.

In the way of martial arts, the strength of the muscles and bones is only one part, and the change of temperament and spirit is the foundation.

Cowardly, martial arts will become brave.

Those who are soft will become stronger by practicing martial arts.

He pondered that his changes seemed to be really great. More than two years ago, he was still a good law-abiding teenager.

Although I still abide by the law, I seem to have no taboos in my heart...

"Master Yang is very talented, and there is a strong and ferocious power between his fists and feet. This is your good fortune, and it is also the 'calamity' you must face!"

Hui An sighed slightly.

"Master is alarmist, right?"

Yang Prison shook his head slightly.

A person or a day experiences a day, and changes naturally follow.

Not only martial arts, but similar sayings exist in various schools. For example, Confucianism also has a saying that "has the spirit of poetry and writing in the chest".

Practicing literature and martial arts, or other various ways, is itself a process of reforming oneself. What kind of robbery is this monk said.

For him, it would be more correct to say 'growth'.

"maybe?"

Yang Yu did not ask, Hui An glanced at Su Ming, but still explained the solution:

"If you want to straighten your heart, there is only one way, and that is 'keeping the precepts'!"

"Keep the ring?"

Yang Yu was slightly startled, somewhat unexpected.

"Does the donor think that the precepts of the Buddha and the Tao are only for the purpose of cutting off desires? In fact, it is not. All the precepts are for the true heart."

"It is said that even immortals and Buddhas have rules and regulations, and gods have rules and regulations. Does the donor think it's just a coincidence?"

"This is all that is said, believe it or not, it is up to the donor himself."

At this point, Hui An no longer said any more, just casually pressed the Su Ming monk's robe, and stepped into the night.

A few moves have gone far.

Only the sound came from far away.

"If you want to obtain supreme power, 'you need to surrender your heart'!"

"Submit his heart, subdue his heart..."

Yang Yu stopped for a long time, chewing the old monk's words in his mouth.

The argument of surrendering his heart, he saw more than once.

There are similar words in the rank map of Kuixing, the mythical strangeness discovered by Lianshengjiao, and the tidal theory of Sanxiao Sanren~www.novelmt.com~.

At that time, he didn't care too much in his heart, but when he heard the old monk talk about it again, there was an indescribable throbbing in his heart.

Before that, he had never thought that there is such a way of saying the rules and precepts of Buddhism and Taoism.

Just, according to the meaning of the old monk's words.

Could it be that the legendary gods, gods and gods are also lost?

"Keep the ring?"

After a long, long time, Yang Yu just put down all the distracting thoughts, let out a long sigh of relief, and turned around and walked towards the carriage.

He came from a past life to study the Fa, and he has his own bottom line and morality in his heart.

Besides, what about no taboos?

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