The first cause of all realms

Chapter 145 Who Is Playing the Drum?
The arrest list of the Six Doors covers a very wide range, but most of the martial arts people who are suspected of crimes will be on the list, such as Qixuanmen who have committed great crimes, but there are not many Hezong people on the list.

There are even fewer sects that have disappeared for many years and are still at the top of the list.

Yulong Temple is one of them.

Decades ago, Zhang Xuanba, King Zhao of the Western Mansion, who was famous all over the world after the battle of Liuji Mountain, took his invincible and famous horse to the rivers and lakes, and the places he passed were swept away by wind and clouds.

What aristocratic families, what big gangs, what martial arts sects all changed color, and they wiped out most of the world.

Until he came to Yulong Mountain.

That mountain was unknown at the time, neither high nor dangerous. There was only a Taoist temple with few incense and incense, and the Taoist temple was even smaller, with only one master, three apprentices and seven Taoist boys.

No one knows what happened that day, only that King Zhao of the West Mansion returned to Linlong Road after that day, Jing'an Mansion never went out, and Yulong Temple also disappeared.

It's just that he has been wanted by the court at the highest level for decades.

Once discovered, everyone can be punished.

"Jade Dragon Temple..."

In the inn, Yang Jue had a knife across his knee, and in the dim room, the light in his eyes flickered.

His memory is very good, especially when he is concentrating his mind, the past events appear in his mind like a repeat.

Faintly, he seemed to see the scenes he saw when refining the 'Human Skin Scroll' again.

Deep mountains, small courtyards, fences, streams, mist, old women... and the 'truth' in her words.

"The old woman..."

Yang Jue felt a chill down his spine, he took a deep breath, suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart, and entered the cauldron of gluttony.

In the dim cauldron, all kinds of ingredients glowed like stars in the night sky.

At a glance, the recipes, "Nine Bulls, Two Tigers" and the "Kuixing Rank Map" are arranged on one side, clearly separated, and the rest of the ingredients are either surrounded by the two, or squeezed in the corner.

"call!"

Suppressing the distracting thoughts in his mind, Yang Jue stretched out his hand to hold the ten-step-one-killing space. With a thought, he began to refine the sword inherited from the Qixuanmen again.

hum~
Light and shadow flowed, intertwined and spread out like a net in front of the eyes.

The night is full of stars, the full moon hangs high, the ancient city is quiet, the alleys bark, the quiet courtyard, the sprouting old trees...

Open your eyes again, time and space seem to have changed.

Under the shade of the tree, there is an old man and a young man, the old man is round and fat, not to mention the pure white beard and hair, even the eyebrows drooping at the corners of the mouth are without any color.

The younger one was about ten years old, taller than the old man, young but not immature, sitting on his knees, his figure was as tall as the sword at his waist.

The old man sat cross-legged on the futon, and across his waist was a three-foot-two-inch long, unsheathed, handleless, clear water-like sword.

One old and one young are chatting.

Yang Qiu was not in a hurry, and listened quietly to the conversation between the two.

The more advanced the ingredients, the more people and things they contain. Not only are there skills that can be passed down, but there are also many secrets that have been buried by history.

"Why did Master come back so quickly? I heard that King Xiaoming was given by the superior..."

The young man bowed his head slightly, very respectful.

The old man smiled: "What do you think?"

"There are many people who want to kill King Ming, not necessarily the superiors."

There is reverence in the young man's eyes:

"Others say that killing King Xiao Ming is justified. Doesn't the superior know? With the current momentum of the superior, Xiao Ming Wang has only one way to go."

"Then you, you underestimate King Ming Ming too much, or rather, you underestimate the Liansheng Sect behind him..."

The old man said calmly:
"The mother of King Xiaoming is one of the twelve most honorable old mothers of the Liansheng Sect. If he doesn't die, he will never be able to truly rise to the top!"

"The Liansheng religion?"

The young man murmured.

Only then did I remember that the previous dynasty was devoid of justice, the people were in dire straits, and many of the rebels who revolted at the earliest came from the Pity for Life Sect...

"But if that's the case, won't the superior's move cause trouble again..."

The young man was startled by the great power of the Liansheng Sect, and was somewhat puzzled.

"The superior is not an ordinary person. With him, no one can turn the sky. Now, as a teacher, I only hope that he can kill those twelve old women..."

The old man's expression became serious:
"Or, we can order to completely eradicate the Pity for Life Sect before our old brothers die of old age!"

"Then what mother, is she so tyrannical?"

The boy was a little taken aback.

In the past 20 years, Zhang Yuanzhu fought south and north, and his momentum reached an unprecedented peak.

How could the young man not be astonished when he heard that someone could rival him?
More than him?

Yang Qiu, who had been listening for a long time, was also heartbroken.

Needless to say, Zhang Yuanzhu's strength from a cowherd baby to the co-lord of heaven and earth, especially at the beginning of the founding of the country, his prestige and martial arts were at the peak that no one could question.

This Liansheng teaches...

"It doesn't matter if it's just martial arts, they can always die, but these old women..."

Seemingly apprehensive, the old man kept silent and said instead:

"Let's not talk about this, I have been a teacher for three years, and I passed on your swordsmanship before, how is your practice?"

"The disciple is stupid."

Hearing this remark, shame flashed across the young man's face, and he was speechless.

"My Tao is difficult to learn and difficult to master, and I don't expect you to gain anything."

The old man was not surprised, turned over his cuffs, and took out a long sword:

"This sword was forged by master swordsmith 'Xu Luyi' using your heart and soul for my teacher."

"Thank you, Master."

The young man was overjoyed, he hastily fetched the sword, reached out his hand to touch it, and felt a sense of connection with each other in his heart.

Yang Qiu could feel all the feelings of the young man, and a subtle change suddenly arose in his heart.

This sword is exactly the ten-step-one-kill that he is refining.

"With this sword, can this disciple master your hundred-step flying sword?"

The young man couldn't put it down and played with it for a while before asking.

"Difficult, difficult, difficult."

The old man shook his head slightly: "With this sword in your hand, you can breathe and breathe on the sword for [-] weeks with the method you passed on as a master, and then wash the sword with the secret medicine. After decades, there may be a third chance of becoming a master." Shuriken.

At worst, it can always be ten steps and one kill, if it doesn't work..."

In the end, the old man was a little bit speechless.

"what……"

The young man was greatly disappointed, his chest heaved and he couldn't help but his eyes turned red:
"It's the disciple who is stupid, and the painstaking efforts of the master are in vain..."

"Your talent is already first-class, how can it be bad?"

The old man comforted the disciple:

"It's only because the teacher's talent is so good that you can't match it..."

"..."

The young man's crying stopped abruptly, and he raised his head, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

"Peace!"

The old man suddenly gave a low drink, and recited the formula.

The young man managed to regain his concentration, and Yang Qianzi had already sat down on the ground, much more serious than the former.

"One-point memory, eight-pole appearance..."

……

……

The giant whale gang is destroyed!

The gang leader Han Jing and his thirteen helmsmen all died, and the residence has become a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood!
The thunderstorm that rumbled all night was far from being able to compare with the shock this news brought to the people of Mulin Mansion!
Early in the morning of the first day, the news spread throughout the streets and alleys.

Some people couldn't believe it, some cried and comforted their families, some cried with joy and rushed to tell each other.

For a time, the whole city was in an uproar.

"Oh my god, this is actually true? Yan Laosan, isn't that corpse belonged to Yan Laosan?"

"God has eyes, and finally accepted this group of villains! Han Jing! Han Jing is really dead, a good death, a good death!"

"I don't know which kind of chivalrous man saw injustice and killed this group of villains!"

"It's a joy, it's really a joy!"

……

Outside the Giant Whale Gang's garrison, there were crowds of people who came to watch, crying and shouting, and the yamen servants who maintained order were almost knocked to the ground.

"Daughter, my poor daughter! Old woman, did you see, Luo Lao Qi, he is dead, he is finally dead."

An old man threw himself on the ground, crying so much that he almost fainted, and the one who heard it was sad.

"Old Li has a terrible head. Just because of his daughter's beauty, he caused this disaster of ruining his family. When he filed a complaint, his legs and feet were broken, and he was thrown on the street to beg and be trampled on by others."

Some pedestrians couldn't bear to see it, so they went to help.

"Old man, don't cry and break your body. Although the culprit is gone, the accomplice is still alive. If you don't take care, how will you avenge this revenge?"

The old man raised his head suddenly.

The one supporting him was a young man about eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a clean and close-fitting strong suit, with a knife and a sword at his waist, crying sadly himself, and wiped his tears.

"Yes, sorry."

The old man withdrew his hands, ashamed and sad: "Enough, enough, Luo Laoqi is dead, the old man will die immediately, and he can close his eyes..."

"I heard that when you went to sue, your legs and feet were broken, and your wife couldn't bear the blow, so did you die?"

Yang Yu asked.

"They, they are officials..."

The old man looked terrified.

"You just say yes or no, it doesn't matter who they are."

Yang Jue spoke softly.

But Xiao Wu shivered, knowing that Master Yang was just a sign of an attack, seeing the old man nodding blankly, he hurriedly went to the hawker by the road to get a cart, and carried the old man into the cart.

"Look!"

A passerby saw this scene and was shocked.

"Is this young man going to stand up for Old Li? Look, isn't he going in the Yamen?!"

"Hiss! Have fun watching!"

The crowd of pedestrians became more and more excited, and even speculated whether the young hero was the hero who eradicated the giant whale gang.

Immediately, a large number of people followed.

There were also Jiling yamen servants who saw that it was not good, gave a few hasty orders, and ran towards the government yamen by taking a small path.

……

……

Thanks to the heavy rain last night, Chu Ping slept well that night. When he opened his eyes, the sun was already high.

Let the maids standing by the bed in the middle of the night serve washing and dressing.

Just as he sat down, the dishes brought by the servants were already on the table, four cold and four hot, as well as the cakes and soup.

"It's the same dishes back and forth, cook, it's time to change."

Chu Ping had a bad appetite, so he picked up his chopsticks and was about to eat a few mouthfuls when he heard a sharp shout from outside the door.

"My lord, no, it's over!"

"Bastard!"

Chu Ping slapped the table heavily, and the servant girl who was serving her immediately knelt down.

But before he had an attack, the muffled drums sounded.

Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
　Continue to code, let's see it tomorrow morning.

　
(End of this chapter)