The first cause of all realms

Chapter 106 The Hundred Steps Flying Sword
"How courageous is this Qixuanmen?"

Flipping through the files, Yang Jian was very surprised.

The Ming Dynasty still had the clan enfeoffment system, but by no means any member of the clan could be granted the title of prince.

After the clan disaster 400 years ago, the princes were no longer able to be named, and there were only nine princes in charge of a place.

Being able to become a king represents extremely powerful strength.

For example, Zhang Xuanba, Zhao Wang of the Western Mansion who is in charge of Linlong Dao, is the world's top warrior and one of the twelve martial saints.

Because of its strength, it not only controls Linlong Dao, but also has the power to control the world's soldiers and horses during wartime.

King Longyuan is in charge of Longyuan Dao, and his strength may not be as good as that of the world-renowned King Zhao of the Western Mansion, but it is absolutely impossible to be too inferior.

Dare to steal his treasure, this Qixuanmen is really brave.

Surprise flashed in his heart, and Yang Qiu continued to look through the files.

Qixuanmen, located in Longyuan Road, Baizhou, is a big school that has been passed down for more than 400 years.

It is said that 400 years ago, this Qixuan sect followed the great ancestor of the Ming Dynasty to conquer the north and the south, and established the unification of the world. Because of this origin, although its power has declined in the past 400 years, its position has always been stable.

Perhaps not as good as the world-famous sects like 'Xuankong Mountain', 'Zhujian Villa' and 'Lanke Temple'.

But it also surpassed many sects like Bailongxuan in Qingzhou.

How could such a force be so unwise, risking the destruction of the sect to steal the fine gold armor?

"Could it be that the fine gold armor is more valuable than I imagined?"

Yang Yu became more and more puzzled in his heart, but it also gave birth to great curiosity.

He didn't believe that Qixuanmen, a big sect that has existed for more than 400 years, would cause such a catastrophe because of a single thought of someone.

Unless, the value of the fine gold armor is much higher than he imagined!
Read on.

On this dossier, there are the biography of the suzerains, elders, guests, and even ordinary disciples of the Qixuanmen and the whereabouts of their descendants.

And in it, he also discovered the ghost phantom step.

However, the records ended more than 100 years ago. It seems that this evil martial art has really been lost.

"This file, is there only these?"

Yang Ju frowned slightly.

Compared with the files he read before, this file is indeed a bit simpler and thinner.

If this is the case, it would be to underestimate the intelligence capabilities of the six doors.

"The more detailed dossier was transferred by the chief arrester a few days ago, and it is not in the file room for the time being."

The old man answered softly.

"The chief catcher..."

Yang Yu's eyes flickered.

Fang Qidao is the chief arrester of the Six Doors, so naturally he has heard of it.

It's just that compared to Jin Yiwei's publicity, the chief arrester is too low-key, and there are very few rumors about it.

"I heard that all the people in the Qixuan Sect were scattered and fled, and the entire sect was on the arrest list. This is still rare in the past few decades."

A middle-aged head catcher with a dark complexion walked over, asked the old head Zhao for a file, and also chatted with Yang Jue.

"It's really rare."

Yang Jue glanced at him.

There are very few head catchers from the Six Doors, because every head catcher must have the merits of arresting criminals every year.

The aura of this middle-aged man is not much weaker than that of Tie Feng.

"A certain Lin Hanguang, met Brother Yang."

The middle-aged Catcher nodded slightly, as a courtesy:
"I just came out of the crime detection room. I heard that brother Yang was reading the files of Qixuanmen, so I couldn't help talking. Please don't be offended."

"where?"

Yang Qiu's heart moved, and he asked: "Brother Lin, did you know about the Qixuanmen?"

"Know a thing or two."

Lin Hanguang said lightly:

"Although Qixuanmen once followed the Taizu, but because the suzerain of that generation died in battle, he lost the martial arts 'Hundred Step Flying Sword' of the sect.

His prestige is no longer what it used to be, and this time he committed a major crime, I'm afraid it was pushed to the extreme. "

"Hundred-step flying sword?"

Yang Jue's eyes froze.

He had also heard legends about flying swords.

It is said that there is a top-notch martial art in Taoism, which can fly swords thousands of miles away, and take heads with thoughts.

Even in the rumors, they are all top martial arts.

This Qixuanmen actually has such martial arts?

He was quite surprised, but he remembered yesterday's gray-robed man, with his ghostly movement, if he had such martial arts as the hundred-step flying sword.

The world is so big that day, I am afraid that there is nowhere to go, no one can not be killed.

"Here is your file."

The old man in the file room threw a file to Lin Hanguang, and his attitude became much colder.

Lin Hanguang glanced at him coldly, but he didn't care much, and turned to leave.

"Humph."

Old Zhao Tou snorted softly, seeing him go away, he couldn't help but sneered:
"Yang Butou, it is said that Lin Hanguang once met someone from Qixuanmen when he was young, and he failed to become a teacher. He has remembered it in his heart for these years. If you want to deal with him, you'd better be careful."

Yang prison looked funny.

Many of the six sects joined halfway, which was much more chaotic than Jin Yiwei, who needed to know the roots of a good family.

This old Zhao head is probably not happy because he didn't get the money.

Naturally, Yang Qiu was too lazy to take care of these trivial matters, so he handed over two taels of silver and asked about the news about the 'Hundred Step Flying Sword'.

This old Mr. Zhao seems to have mediocre martial arts, but he has been guarding the archives for many years, and his information is probably better than most of the head catchers of the six sects.

It belongs to Tie Fengkou, one of the few people who should be friends with.

Yang Qian has a lot of money and has just received his salary for ten years, so naturally he can afford a few taels of silver.

"Yang Butou is really bright."

After giving up the money, Old Zhao's attitude is naturally very good.

After a little thought, he turned around and took out another ancient scroll, gently blowing off the dust on it, and said:

"The old man doesn't know whether there is a hundred-step flying sword or not. However, there are some untrue rumors. Let's take a look at Catcher Yang."

"Thank you."

Yang Yu took the ancient scroll and flipped through it.

As the old Zhao head said, most of the ancient scrolls are unverified rumors.

For example, the suzerain of Qixuanmen once used the hundred-step flying sword to take the heads of enemy generals among thousands of troops, and even assassinated several of the most powerful enemies of the Great Ming Taizu.

There are even rumors that the master of the Qixuanmen can use a hundred swords within a hundred steps, and with a single thought, kill people like mowing grass, and the power of one person can rival thousands of troops.

"I heard that this hundred-step flying sword is extremely difficult to practice. First of all, you need to find a sword that suits you best, and practice it with a special method. It is said that you need to use your own blood, which is also very evil."

Xu Shi is very satisfied with this harvest, and Old Zhao said a lot more:
"Actually, it's more than just a hundred-step flying sword? In ancient times, the strong men who used swords and soldiers were often able to form a human body, and they were extremely fierce.

Perhaps the people at that time spread rumors. "

After silently reading the dossier, and thanking him, Yang Juan left the copy room with a calm expression.

After getting out the door, he breathed out a long breath, and his heart beat violently.

"Soldier armor psychic skill..."

Yang Yu's heart throbbed a little.

After 400 years, there was no way to refute the veracity of the rumors in the ancient scroll, but he firmly believed in the armor psychic technique mentioned in it.

The three secret methods contained in the fine gold armor have this kind of thaumaturgy.

"The energy storage of the Gluttony Cauldron will be accelerated again."

Yang Ju's face was a little dull.

As more and more ingredients were obtained, it became more and more difficult for him to refine them.

Even if he swallowed iron broad beans day and night, it was still difficult to meet his needs, which had to give him a headache.

Maybe, really want to swallow gold?
With a long sigh in his heart, Yang Jue collected his mood, turned around and went to the utility room, preparing to choose the middle-class martial arts promised by the six doors.

There are many types of martial arts in the world, but there are only three levels: upper, middle, and lower.

As strong as the 'Hundred Step Flying Sword', it is only ranked among the best, maybe the best also has strengths and weaknesses, Yang Jue does not know for the time being.

But on him, apart from the 'Old Mother Xianger Convincing Record' whose rank is unknown, only the Four Elephant Arrows are mediocre martial arts.

The Bingjia Room is located in the corner on the south side of the six doors. Compared with the copy room, it looks much deserted, but there are also a few sparse people.

Yang Qian came pacing, but there were special guards at the door of the Bingjia room, and the aura was extremely strong.

There is a deck chair behind the door, a short old man with gray beard and hair, but less than four feet in length is lying on it, shaking gently.

Unlike the old Zhao Tou, this old man seemed to be loose and loose, but Yang Qiu could smell the danger.

"Bronze medal headhunting?!"

The two gatekeepers were a little surprised.

crunch~
The old man on the rocking chair opened his eyes, and there was a faint light in his cloudy eyes:
"Are you from Montenegro?"

"Black Mountain, Yang Prison."

Yang Jue bowed his hand.

The armor room was heavily guarded. Apart from the three people on the bright side, he also noticed at least a dozen slight breathing sounds in the dark.

"It's not even the weak crown, what luck."

The old man sighed slightly, and threw a booklet:
"It is strictly forbidden to enter the Bingjia room. There are some martial arts in this booklet. You can choose one of them..."

Good luck.

Yang Yu knew that this was not just the old man's thoughts, there were not a few people in the six doors who had similar thoughts.

In their eyes, they just happened to meet the rebellion of the Liansheng Sect, and also happened to meet Sima Yang who went down the mountain to loot.

Yang Ju understood what these people were thinking, but he didn't care too much. Holding the books in his hand, he started to choose.

The book is very thin, but there are not many martial arts in it. Apart from the low-level martial arts, there are more than 20 middle-level martial arts.

It covers martial arts such as swords, guns, swords and halberds, fists, legs and palms, internal training and external training, etc. It can be said to be extremely comprehensive.

No sect in Qingzhou may have such comprehensiveness.

But Yang Jue glanced at it, but frowned:
"Is that all?"

He doesn't know what the details of the six doors are, but in this booklet, it is absolutely incomplete.

Because, none of the martial arts that Tie Feng mentioned before were among them.

"Really? That may be the old man's misjudgment..."

The old man patted his head, thinking that he was confused, and hurriedly changed an ancient scroll and handed it over.

Yang Jian glanced coldly.

This book contains a lot of detailed martial arts, but it still doesn't have the most famous "chaotic blade swordsmanship" and "returning wind swordsmanship" of the Six Doors.

There is no internal refinement of 'Mirage Dragon Jue'.

But he sneered in his heart.

He didn't even think about choosing martial arts such as swords and swords, and he didn't need to practice martial arts internally.

Immediately, without further entanglement, he directly chose the "Bronze Head and Iron Arm Kungfu" to practice martial arts outside the school.

Without saying a word, he turned and left.

"How young."

Someone watched this scene and couldn't help shaking their heads.

But he understands that the half of Li Wei is the most greedy person, and he must have taken a fancy to the elixir that the kid received.

But this kid was so stunned that he chose to go outside the door and leave.

"Old Li, this kid is already a bronze medal arrester at a young age, and his future may be limitless. Why do you offend him by killing him?"

Seeing Yang Qiu leave, the two guards at the gate also shook their heads.

Yang Prison's name has been spread among the six doors for several months. Although some people don't believe it, there is no need to offend him.

"This old man has only two years to live. If he is King Yama alive, why should he be afraid?"

Half of Li's eyes were slightly cold, but he sighed lightly:
"When a young man succeeds, he often gets carried away. This old man sharpens his temper, and it's for his own good!"

……

……

Living in Qingzhou is not easy.

With a total of 340 taels of silver, Yang Qiu bought a small courtyard not far from the six gates.

According to the monthly salary of an ordinary policeman, it will take ten years without food or drink, even if this is just a small courtyard.

Carrying all kinds of things bought into the yard, the woman hired to clean the yard has also been cleaned up.

After paying the money, Yang Qian closed the door behind him.

"Half Lee..."

Putting a full bag of iron broad beans in the room, Yang Yu's eyes dimmed.

Unlike the old Zhaotou, the moment he approached the Bingjia room, he sensed the strong malice in this old guy.

As the five senses are strengthened one by one, he becomes more sensitive to the outside world and rarely makes mistakes.

That old guy had bad intentions, and he definitely didn't just want some benefits, there was definitely a deeper reason behind it.

But he wasn't surprised either.

Whether it is the court or the rivers and lakes, the higher you go, the more you will touch the interests of certain people.

Unless he wanted to spend his whole life as a servant in Montenegro, this was simply unavoidable.

"This is how people live in the rivers and lakes..."

Exhaling a long breath of turbid air to clear away distracting thoughts, Yang Ju took off the big iron bow, pulled it weakly, and then slowly let it go.

If anyone is here, you can find it.

Every time he draws the bow, down to the five fingers on the soles of his feet, up to the spine of the dragon, there are violent tremors, and even under the trembling of the big tendons, the hair falls down again with all the strength.

Ka Ka Ka ~
As he moved, the sounds of the muscles and bones rubbing against each other and the sound of blood flowing in his body became more and more intense.

During the movement of the inner breath, the warm breath spreads upwards from the crotch, waist, abdomen, shoulders, arms, and reaches the whole body.

In his feeling, it was like an iron coat covering his body.

He only needs two more steps, and his iron crotch skill will be cultivated to great success.

This is also the reason why he chose the 'Bronze Head and Iron Arm Kung Fu'. The iron crotch kung fu is about to be completed, but it is not enough to carry his strength.

External power is what he needs to solve most urgently at this time.

Sword skills or internal training and subduing qi can be slowed down instead.

call!
Suck!
In the small room, Yang Jue repeatedly drew his bow empty-handed.

Every time, he bowed the full moon, and then let it go gently, not letting it make any sound, so as not to waste the bow force.

Four Elephant Arrow is not only an archery technique, but also contains a very clever method of refining strength. These days, whenever he is free, Yang Jue will draw his bow.

Familiarity with bow and arrow is also a physical exercise.

This kind of movement seems to be gentle, but in fact it is much more effective than wantonly swaying strength on the martial arts arena.

If he doesn't have the strength of nine bulls and two tigers, even if he changes blood four times, he will be exhausted if he draws the bow ten times at most.

again and again.

I don't know how long it took before Yang Jue wasted all his energy on dressing up, and a strong sense of sleepiness welled up in his heart.

Without rest, he swallowed the iron broad beans while performing a set of slow health-preserving fists to absorb his strength.

Wait until your physical strength recovers a little.

Just now sat cross-legged, closed his eyes slightly, entered the Cauldron of Gluttony, and picked up the fine gold armor that glowed with golden light.

Refining the Nine Bulls and Two Tigers recipe again, the energy storage of the Gluttony Cauldron has fallen to the bottom. According to his estimation, it will take at least two months to fully store it.

No matter how curious he is about the things in this armor, he can only wait.

"The art of refinement of fine gold, the method of tempering armor, the art of armor psychic skills..."

Yang Jue was talking to himself.

He was certain in his heart that the gray-robed man must have come for this fine gold armor.

Because of this armor, the Qixuan sect almost perished, and all members were wanted on arrest warrants. Naturally, they would not let it go at such a high price.

As long as you hold this armor, those people will definitely come to you again.

Swish!
Yang Jue opened his eyes, and lifted off his wet clothes, revealing his fine gold armor.

The cauldron of gluttony has already absorbed the essence of this armor, and its body is already useless to him.

Although fine gold is precious, firstly, he cannot split it at this time, and secondly, once it is discovered, it will be in great danger.

Taking off the fine gold armor and holding it in his hands, Yang Jue's eyes flickered, and he muttered to himself:

"The great sect that has been passed down for 400 years, you think it won't let me down?"

　Uh, something. . . . .Goodnight, everyone

　
(End of this chapter)