The First Cause of All Realms

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Twenty years of rest and cultivation, all industries in the Northwest Road are prosperous, even though the prohibition of alcohol has not been relaxed in the slightest, there are not many restaurants in Zhucheng District, but more.

Juyuan Pavilion is a new restaurant that has only opened in recent years. It is located in the corner of Dongcheng District and is quite far from the eight major streets in the city. Although it occupies a large area, the location is really not good.

But its business is really good. It's not even noon now, but the seats are full. Not only the elegant seats upstairs, but the hall is also full of people.

At this moment, hundreds of drinkers were seated, but there was no noise in the restaurant, and everyone was looking at the high platform in the hall.

"But he said that Long Yuanwei and a group of experts from all corners of the world rushed into the underground palace to eliminate the demons!"

"What kind of people are these Longyuan guards? Those are the twenty-seven houses of Longyuan's three roads, the elites among the millions of troops, and all of them are fierce gods killed in the sea of ​​blood and corpses!

I saw them line up with each other, it was like a forest of swords, and the sword was like a sea, killing the sky and darkness! "

…

On the high platform, Mr. Storyteller stood with a folding fan. His hair was gray and his face was clear, but his voice was loud and cadenced. In conjunction with the ventriloquist behind the screen, the expressions of the drinkers changed, sometimes worrying, sometimes soothing.

"...Suddenly, from the depths of the underground palace, there was a loud shout, as if a ghost was crying, and it was so startling that the heroes were fighting with each other, and their footing was unsteady!

Commander Long Yuanwei glanced at it, and his heart was also agitated. That dry woman is more than three feet tall, with an eight-foot circle around her waist, and eight arms and three heads. She is simply ferocious and vicious! "

Snapped!

When Xingmu tapped at the right time, the storyteller smiled slightly and bowed with a folding fan:

"The sun is in the sky, noon will come, the little old man will not disturb the guests and officials to eat. If you want to hear about the funeral, please come early tomorrow!"

While speaking, Mr. Storyteller had already stepped off the high platform.

A group of drinkers either shouted and applauded, or praised again and again, and some people were so excited that they wanted to get up and were pulled by their companions.

"I don't want to live anymore? This lord is a good friend of the prince when we met at the end of the world. I hate him..."

The companion scolded in a low voice, and when he saw the gentleman's gaze, he stood up immediately, offered the scattered silver taels, nodded and retreated.

"Walk slowly."

Weighing the silver pieces, Li Eryi had a big smile on his face. He had spent most of his life telling stories, so why would he care about this offense?

He clasped his fists and went up to the sixth floor with a smile. He ended his storytelling ahead of schedule today. It was not that he was already enjoying himself, but Yang Prison was here.

In the private room on the sixth floor, Yang Yu was sitting by the window, overlooking the city's splendor, and his heart was peaceful.

As a human being in two lives, the prosperity he has seen is far from comparable to that of the Northwest City at the moment, but this is where his 20 years of hard work lies.

It is also the trace that he left in this world.

Huhu~

There seemed to be a breeze coming in from the window, blowing the heartstrings, Yang Yu's eyes opened and closed, and faintly, he was aware of the fluctuations originating from the depths of his soul.

Martial Saint precedes the ten capitals, and the oppression of Dao Fruit is comprehensive, not only the stagnation of supernatural powers,

There is also the inconvenience of the sea of ​​laws.

Over the years, he has entered the Sea of ​​Laws quite a few times, but if the old man hadn't had an accompanying boat, the time he could stay would be less than eleven.

It's not that the sea of ​​laws is rejecting him, or that his precepts are shaken, but that his 'weight has become heavier.

According to the vague conclusions he has drawn from his personal experience over the years, that is, the ten capitals are clear, and the martial arts are turbid...

"When did you come back?"

Li Eryi stuck his head out from the door and saw that Yang Yu was alone, he immediately relaxed a lot, sat down honestly and began to eat and drink.

"Just came back, not yet."

Yang Yu replied, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and ate with him. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Every time he went out, the first thing he did after he came back was to find a restaurant for dinner, and most of the time, he was with Li Eryi.

His friends are few, and the only ones left now are this little old man.

"Take it easy."

Li Eryi poured him a cup of tea.

"Tired…"

The bitterness of the tea leaves opened on the tip of the tongue, and Yang Yu sighed lightly:

"People without far-sightedness will have immediate worries. If I don't do things as soon as possible, it will be more troublesome in the future..."

"It's not a happy place to be high and powerful."

Li Eryi sighed slightly.

Perhaps he was frightened by the experience of the previous years. He has hardly been out of the city these years, and even lived in the palace.

However, he did not seek an official or a half-job, and still commutes to and from various restaurants every day, telling stories, listening to books, or drinking tea and the like.

"you're old."

Yang prison suddenly spoke.

"You and I have known each other for forty years, how can we not grow old?"

Touching his gray beard, and then looking at Yang Yu's normal appearance, the little old man was quite envious and sighed:

"You still look like this..."

"Forty years?"

Yang Prison was a little silent.

The years slipped away inadvertently for him. He has been traveling back and forth over the years, and he rarely has time to spare. He is indeed very insensitive to the years.

Today, I saw Li Eryi's gray hair, and I was shocked to realize that forty years have passed...

【Shouyuan: 89/112】

Whether it is a Martial Sage or a Ten Capital Lord, his life span will not be longer than that of ordinary people, but he will not die due to illness, and he can live to the end of his life.

Only by living to Jiu Yao can you take your life to the sky...

"It's a pity, the old man's talent is too poor, he can't practice martial arts, and the fairy road is not smooth. Maybe one day, he will die of old age..."

After eating and drinking, Li Eryi picked his teeth and sighed.