The First Cause of All Realms

tick~

Thick blood dripped on the snow.

Sima Yang's eyes were congested, and the intense pain swept through his body like a tidal wave, causing his facial features to be distorted.

The vitality of a blood-changing warrior is far stronger than that of ordinary people.

But at this time, he hated his powerful life force so much that he would die but not die.

"Ah~"

In the jungle at night, hearing Sima Yang's screams, the invisible bandits finally collapsed and fled.

Up until this point, they didn't even see who their enemy was or where they were.

But he couldn't care about it at all. Under the horror, he didn't even dare to look back.

"Crappie!"

Sima Yang lowered his head and roared, "Kill me if you can!"

Phew!

Yang Yu retracted his palm and let the blood slip from his arm:

"Half a year ago, did you intercept a team of officials from Heishan City?"

The physique and vitality of the blood-changing warrior is beyond ordinary people, but if he doesn't want to kill, even if he has the physique of a dragon and elephant, his heart will not survive for a while.

The only reason to keep it is for the sake of the old man.

"Hahaha."

Sima Yang raised his head with a miserable smile, savagely:

"Grandpa killed a lot of officials, how can I remember so clearly? Why, your father was killed by me? Ah!"

With a casual blow, Sima Yang slammed to his knees on the ground, Yang Yu's expression was cold:

"It's been a long night, we have time, let's talk slowly!"

……

……

The sun rises in the east, and the sky is getting brighter.

By the time Yang Prison returned to Dulong Town, Zhao Qing and the others had already returned, their bloodstains were still wet, and there was still the smell of killing.

"Sima Yang?"

Seeing Yang Prison walking into the restaurant, Zhao Qing was quite surprised:

"Your boy's luck is too good. They scattered more than ten paths, but you caught the biggest one?"

"Big Chief..."

In the corner of the restaurant, several blood-stained gangsters shook their bodies and whined.

"It's incredible."

The rest of the Jinyi guards were also amazed.

On the mountain road in the night, more than a dozen gangsters scattered and fled. Although they also gained something, they failed to catch a big fish.

A dozen people gathered together to capture the leaders of the four Dulong Villages.

Who would have thought that Yang Prison would actually arrest Sima Yang, this luck is too good.

"It's just luck."

Yang Yu shook his head slightly.

He wasn't lucky.

"You're too dark, hurry up, get some medicine, don't let him die."

Seeing that Sima Yang's breath was absent, Zhao Qing shook his head again and again and instructed his subordinates to take medicine for him and hang him.

"One of the Chinese martial arts has been acquired."

Several Jin Yiwei are envious.

Sima Yang is a big fish. They almost all went for Sima Yang last night.

Unfortunately, the terrain was complicated and the sky dark, and it was difficult for them to tell which way the bandits in the mountains were from Sima Yang.

After chatting with a few Jin Yiwei, and then instructing the shopkeeper who was huddled in the corner to boil some hot water, Yang Yu just returned to the room with a tired face.

"Father..."

Closing the door, the tired look on Yang Prison's face faded, and sorrow flashed in his eyes.

Sima Yang's bones are hard enough, but he still prys open his mouth.

It's just that although he got a lot of other valuable information, he didn't ask what he wanted to know most.

As the chief leader of Dulong Village, Sima Yang rarely leads people down the mountain to loot.

He vaguely remembered that half a year ago, a leader led a team to kill a team of officials in 'Hirataki Mountain', but that was all.

He didn't know exactly which cliff and when.

"Guest officer..."

Xiao Er opened the door, came in with hot water, nodded and bowed his head, poured out the hot water, and arranged the food and drinks.

Just as he was about to retreat, he was called by Yang Prison again.

"Guest officer?"

Little Er's body trembled, with a full smile on his face.

"Second brother, do you remember that another team of officials who escorted prisoners passed by half a year ago?"

Yang Yu took off his blood-stained coat, took out a piece of silver and handed it to Xiao Er.

By the way, describe the looks of Wang Fobao and the old man for him.

"this…"

Xiao Er took the silver, and his fear suddenly decreased by half. He thought hard:

"Our stockade is the only place to go to Qingzhou. There are quite a few officials who **** the prisoners. According to what you said, is the surname of the head arresting head Wang?"

"good!"

Yang Yu's eyes brightened slightly.

"I only heard that they were being targeted, and I'm not very clear about the others."

Xiao Er replied with some trepidation:

"Actually, if the officials passing by don't pay enough money, they will most likely be targeted, and even if they do, many of them will still be targeted..."

"so…"

Yang Yu was not disappointed either, he just asked Xiao Er to find someone familiar with the nearby mountain roads for him, mainly 'Hirataki Mountain'.

For myself, I started to change and wash.

After a night of slaughter, his spirit was highly tense. Although there was no danger, his spirit was really exhausted. After several fights, his body also suffered some dark wounds.

Soaked in the hot water, Yang Prison closed his eyes slightly, thinking about the previous interrogation.

Sima Yang has not been in Nanshan for a long time, but the forces behind it are intertwined. There are people from the three nearby families and even Qingzhou.

The reason is the mysterious iron ore in Nanshan.

The value of black iron is ten times that of gold, and the other metals associated with it are also extremely valuable. In the eyes of some people, Nanshan is extremely valuable.

It's just that there are many dense forests in the Nanshan Mountains, and there are many miasma and poisonous fog. Not to mention large-scale mining, even small-scale mining will be accompanied by huge casualties.

Because of this, the Qingzhou Prefecture Government and the Qingzhou Army gave up this place.

But this is not a problem for these bandits in Dulong Village, they don't care about casualties at all.

"According to Sima Yang's statement, there are at least a dozen of them. In these years, they have been sending refugees to Nanshan every year... ranging from hundreds to thousands.

By the way, exchange for precious metals such as black iron. "

Yang Yu's eyes flickered.

The miasma in Nanshan is extremely ferocious. Even a warrior who has changed blood will rot and die within a few years. Ordinary people will die if they enter it.

Not to mention these sallow and skinny refugees, even if they are normal people, most of them will not survive for half a year.

And Sima Yang happily confessed to the people behind, but he would rather die than confess the specific identities of those forces, and he was very clear in his heart.

da da da~

After changing and washing, while Yang Prison was taking the pills and taking a meditation retreat, the door was knocked again.

A Jinyiwei's voice sounded from outside the door:

"Brother Yang, Lord Baihu is calling you down."

"Okay."

Yang Prison tidied up a little, then went downstairs with his long bow.

In the hall, Cao Jinlie sat upright, the second and the shopkeeper were busy, and there was a large table full of all kinds of wine and meat.

Everyone took their seats.

"Led thieves out of the mountains and caught the first evil. You have done a great job in this trip."

Cao Jinlie raised his cup.

"Your Excellency is very polite."

Yang Yu picked up the glass and drank it.

Daming wines are divided into white and yellow. Most of Gongqing's good wines are yellow wines, while white wines are poor and are mostly drunk by ordinary people.

But for Yang Prison, this is more like a drink, and there is no such thing as overpowering alcohol.

"Okay!"

Everyone applauded.

Drinks are often the best way to draw in people's relationships. After drinking it last time, everyone was already a colleague. After drinking it this time, the relationship was much closer.

A burst of light staggered.

Cao Jinlie only talked about the business:

"These bandits are not secretive. Lin An has already asked the location of the Poison Dragon Village and the law of the rise and fall of the poisonous miasma..."

"Your Excellency is going to capture the Dulong Village?"

Zhao Qing put down the wine glass:

"Without the protection of miasma, the Dulong Village is nothing. What's the point of just capturing the Dulong Village?"

"These bandits are not good at martial arts, but they are very good at escaping. It's easy for us to capture the Dulong Village, but as soon as we leave, they still come back, and it won't help..."

The rest of Jinyiwei are also not very optimistic.

The difficulty of suppressing bandits lies not in attacking fortifications, but in 'suppressing', but this is the most difficult for them.

Nanshan stretches for thousands of miles, with dense forests and dense forests, among which there are many vegetation and beasts. If you want to surround them, it will take a lot of manpower and time.

With just a few of them, even if you die of exhaustion, don't even think about eradicating the weeds.

Of course, what they didn't mention is more important.

That is, the leader of the thief, Sima Yang, was caught, and the rest of the small fish and shrimp were tasteless to them.

They don't lack money, they only lack medicinal herbs and martial arts.

Especially martial arts.

Capturing Sima Yang in Jinyiwei and Six Gates can be exchanged for a middle class martial arts, but other small fish and shrimps are also worth a lower class martial arts.

They are not six doors, they really don't like this thing.

'These little brats really don't see rabbits and don't scatter eagles. ’

Cao Jinlie cursed in his heart and glanced at Lin An.

Lin An could only speak:

"Everyone, I forgot to tell you. In this mountain, there is profound iron! It is not an ethereal profound iron ore, but a smelted profound iron!"

"Xuan Tie?"

Several Jin Yiwei glanced at each other, feeling a little moved.

Black iron is not only the best material for making weapons, but also a hard currency that is more valuable than gold.

The value is indeed much stronger than those small shrimps in the cottage.

but……

Seeing a few people, there is still some hesitation~www.novelmt.com~ Lin An added:

"According to the explanations of these mountain bandits, the amount of black iron and silver coins is enough for each of us to have a ten-refined black iron sword!"

"What kind of black iron is not black iron? Listen to Lord Baihu!"

There was Jin Yiwei who responded, and everyone else responded.

Only Yang Yu didn't respond. He just turned the glass and thought about his own affairs.

"Yang Prison, what's your opinion?"

Cao Jinlie looked at him.

"I won't go."

Yang Yu shook his head slightly and refused: "The commander has secretly ordered me to report to Qingzhou as soon as possible. It's time to count, and I can't do any more delays."

"You kid doesn't lack this black iron sword, so it's up to you!"

Cao Jinlie is not reluctant.

He also knows that this kid has gained a lot along the way, and Xuan Tie Shi Lian can't attract him. Fortunately, he just asked casually.

After all, Yang Prison is not under his jurisdiction either.

Cao Jinlie acted vigorously and resolutely. Once the main point was finalized, he left with a group of Jinyiwei without any hesitation.

"Remember to find me when you arrive in Qingzhou."

Lin An patted Yang Yu's shoulder, winked for a while, and walked out the door with a smile.

"Sorry!"

Watching everyone go away, Yang Yu just suddenly remembered.

This group of calves ate and drank a lot, and they haven't given any money yet...