The first cause of all realms

Chapter 189 Reaction of the Parties
The low sound of war drums enveloped Qingzhou, and the huge city seemed to have quieted down. There were no pedestrians and vendors on the bustling streets in the past.

The shops along the street are also closed.

Ji Longshan walked slowly on the street, threw a piece of silver at random, pulled a piece of clothing from a certain shop and put it on, his energy and blood were restrained, his muscles and bones rubbed together, and his body shape returned to its normal size.

"Great evil and small kindness are nothing more than that? Confucian scholars, you really are the most hypocritical group of people in the world, disgusting, disgusting!"

The voice of indifference sounded.

"It doesn't matter what is good or what is evil, what I want to do."

Ji Longshan stopped walking, his sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, and he faintly noticed something, but he couldn't tell where the person in the dark was.

"Old acquaintance, since you are here, why don't you show up and see?"

"It's better not to see you. I'm afraid that if I see you, I won't be able to help but beat you to death."

The calm and indifferent voice seemed to come from all directions, erratic, and it was unknown where it came from.

"There are no shadows in all directions, and the eight extremes are uncertain. Your martial arts have become more and more superb. Unfortunately, martial arts are just martial arts."

Ji Longshan sneered:
"If you don't show up, you're afraid you'll be beaten to death by me!"

He looked around coldly, with vigilance in his heart.

His talent is not bad, but he became a monk halfway through, and he has no famous teacher to guide him. Even if he has cultivated the Chilong Zhengang, he is not as good as Tang Bailie and the others in terms of martial arts background.

Not to mention this one in the dark, he can be said to be the person with the strongest martial arts he has ever seen in his life.

"It seems that your body of hundred-refined black iron has given you great confidence. Unfortunately, the time is not up. If you want to motivate me to come out, you can't."

There were waves in the calm voice, and it seemed to be a little eager to try, but it seemed to be suppressed as much as possible:

"Don't worry, when the time comes, I will show up and kill you!"

As the voice echoed, the breath gradually faded away.

"Huh~"

Ji Longshan stood on the long street, gazing around, with a glint in his eyes:

"Ritual... Does he have Dao fruit?"

When he was frowning, a young man with a green face came out of the alleyway next to him, came to him, and knelt down on one knee:

"My subordinate, Luo Zhong, pay my respects to the big dragon head."

"How is it outside the city?"

Ji Longshan restrained his thoughts, glanced at the person in front of him, and asked calmly.

This person's name is Luo Zhong, but he is not a young man, but has cultivated a very strange martial art. He looks young, but in fact he is already fifty years old.

He is one of the masters in Changliu Mountain, second only to the Six Great Bandits.

"Most of you brothers are here, and the Lvlin brothers from various prefectures and counties also rushed out of the city. At this moment, they should settle in the refugee city built by Xu Wenji.

Just wait for the big dragon head to give an order, and then you can exert your strength..."

Luo Zhong looked solemn, but he couldn't help but feel a little worried:
"However, Qingzhou City is tight outside and inside, and there are many masters near the city wall, and half of the god-arm crossbows have been dismantled into the city, or they have been defended inside and outside, so it is difficult to pull them out.

If it is not removed, once the city is attacked, I am afraid that there will be heavy casualties..."

How powerful is the divine arm crossbow?
With one arrow shot, hundreds of people wearing heavy armor will be shot through. If they can't destroy the crossbow of the god's arm, then as many people come, they will all be sent to death.

"You just follow orders."

Ji Longshan was expressionless.

Luo Zhong gritted his teeth, bit the bullet and said:
"Da Longtou, you are strong in martial arts, maybe you are not afraid, but the brothers are mortal, and you are really scared, if, if..."

Said, handed over a letter raft.

"Luo Zhong, do you know why I trust you alone among the [-] top positions in Changliu and tell you whereabouts?"

Ji Longshan spoke slowly.

"Yes, because my subordinates are the most obedient..."

Luo Zhong's face turned pale, and when he finished speaking, he immediately shut his mouth, not daring to ask any more questions.

"Go."

Ji Longshan sent him away, opened the letter and glanced at it, breathed out and shattered it.

"A mob..."

Taking out a handkerchief and gently wiping the palm of his hand that opened the letter, Ji Longshan muttered to himself and disappeared on the street.

……

……

On the other street, a group of six-door head catchers with ugly faces were carrying the seriously injured head catchers with silver medals, heading towards the six-door station.

"Master Tang..."

Looking at Tang Bailie who couldn't stop coughing up blood on the door panel, Tie Feng looked sad.

As one of the most elite headhunters under the bronze medal of the Six Doors, he naturally saw the end of the mission of besieging and killing Ji Longshan.

Of the four Yin Zhang heads, Yu Xuan and Bu Lingxu were the least injured, and Tang Bailie and Zhao Qingchuan, who practiced the most external skills, were almost crippled.

Especially Tang Bailie, who swallowed a lot of wound medicine, could hardly stop coughing up blood. If it wasn't for the strong vitality provided by the twelve blood exchanges, he might have died at this time.

"Not yet dead."

Don Bailie turned over and coughed out a mouthful of black blood. He swept past the group of head catchers who had low morale and obviously had resentment and worry, and sighed lightly:
"This battle has nothing to do with others. It is because we are not as strong as others. But even if Ji Longshan has supernatural powers, his background is shallow after all, until the chief arrester returns.

He must be able to break his supernatural powers and capture and kill him! "

"The chief arrester..."

The crowd was silent for a moment, and their spirits were a little better, but they were still worried.

The chief arrester's martial arts are mysterious and unpredictable, but after all, few people have seen them. They witnessed the previous battle with their own eyes.

At this moment, my heart is full of fear.

This is no longer something they can handle.

"That's it."

Don Bailie said no more and closed his eyes.

Soon, a group of people had turned around the six doors, and under Tang Bailie's guidance, they carried him to a campus surrounded by rockery and forests, and dispersed separately.

"Are you blaming me?"

After a brief silence, a voice echoed in the courtyard.

"Cough cough..."

Tang Bailie coughed up blood, struggled to sit up, tried to adjust his breath, and then replied:
"My subordinates dare not."

"Don't dare? It seems that you are indeed blaming me."

A calm voice echoed in the courtyard:
"You have seen supernatural powers with your own eyes, but you still have no concept of Taoism. You only know that the disaster is far-reaching, but you don't know how great the disaster is."

Don Bailie did not answer, and silently adjusted his breath.

After the rage, although he was lucky enough not to die, he was injured too badly after all. Not to mention such a short period of time, even in three to five years, it may not be able to get better.

"Do you know the battle of Liuji Mountain 50 years ago?"

A dull young man walked out from behind the rockery.

This young man is of average height and facial features. No matter from any angle, he is unremarkable. He belongs to the kind that can't be found in the crowd.

The only thing that is different from ordinary people is his face, which is so dull that he doesn't seem to have any expression at all.

This person is the chief arrester of Qingzhou, Fang Qidao.

He patted Tang Bailie's shoulder lightly, holding his breath to heal his wounds.

"call!"

Tang Bailie only felt the stinging pain eased as the vigorous inner breath entered his body, and his complexion also turned a tinge of blood:
"Could it be?"

"Eight thousand miles of Liuji Mountain, the first battle is the three kingdoms of Daming, Dali, and Sirius, with an elite army of more than 300 million, and there will be countless reinforcements in the follow-up...

After that battle, Da Ming was almost shrouded in wailing, and the vitality of the Three Kingdoms was seriously injured, and it is only now that it has slowed down, and the source of all this..."

Fang Qidao sighed:
"It originated from the Lord of the Heavenly Wolf King's Court, Xuan Taiji, the Dao Fruit 'Seven Kills' he obtained..."

"it turns out……"

Even if there was speculation, there were similar rumors before, but when he was really convinced, Tang Bailie was still shocked and a little horrified.

Who would have imagined that the great battle that killed and injured millions of people would actually be a ceremony?
Only then did I know why Xu Wenji was so serious about it.

Knowing that it is irreversible, she still earnestly wants to persuade Ji Longshan...

"wrong!"

After being startled, Tang Bailie came to his senses: "If that's the case, wouldn't it be better to kill that Jilong Mountain earlier?"

"The Dao fruit is all-encompassing, and the ritual is even more unpredictable. Who knows that Ji Longshan's risk is not part of the ritual?"

Fang Qidao slowly retracted his palms with a calm expression:

"It is not unprecedented in history to kill one's body and become a Taoist."

"Can……"

Don Bailie wanted to say something, but felt that he had nothing to say.

In any case, his cognition of Dao and fruit is only on the surface, and there is no basis for refutation at all.

"Furthermore, is it true that a veteran of the two dynasties, from a former official to the prince and grand teacher, and minister of the Ministry of War, is really helpless? If he doesn't take action, is he really helpless?"

Fang Qidao's eyes flickered:
"Confucian scholars are the most cunning. You can never believe the words of old Confucian scholars!"

……

……

The setting sun was like blood, the beacon fire on the top of the city was lit, and the smoke was billowing. A group of soldiers surged on the city wall, arranging their armor and waiting for it.

When Xu Wenji came slowly, a group of servants of the state government were busy carrying arrows and making golden juice, the smell was quite pungent.

"There is no one available in such a huge Qingzhou."

Seeing the turmoil in the refugee gathering place outside the city, Qiu Zhanyu couldn't help sighing.

Regardless of Qingzhou or Longyuan Road, the power of the imperial court is undoubtedly the champion, and there is no force that can compete with it. However, the power of the imperial court itself is extremely complicated.

Take Qingzhou as an example.

The Qingzhou soldiers, the state government, the six gates, and the Jinyiwei are not subordinate to each other, and there are also many factions inside.

The governor of the state, Nie Wendong, cannot mobilize any forces other than the state government, and the general of Qingzhou, Wei Zhengxian, cannot control the Six Gates and Jinyiwei, and vice versa.

Xu Wenji held a blank document, but he did not have the right to be the prime minister of Qingzhou military administration.

Qingzhou soldiers, Liufanmen, and Jinyiwei, in principle, should ignore his orders. This was originally a means of restricting the officials in the frontier.

At this time, it also becomes a constraint.

Only King Longyuan can lead the military and government in wartime, and no one under him can do it.

Xu Wenji was able to mobilize Jinyiwei, or because the commander was his junior, he was able to mobilize the six gates, or because they and Jilong Mountain were like fire and water.

But Jin Yiwei was photographed by him and sent to Deyang Mansion, the chief arrester of the six gates disappeared, and Nie Wendong, the governor of the state, went away for a long time. At this time, it was really unsustainable.

"A mob is a mob after all. Ji Longshan is the only one who can be worried about long-term survival."

Xu Wenji watched calmly.

In the distance, the refugee gathering place is already in chaos.

However, that was all. The place where the refugees gathered was already within the range of the God Arm Crossbow. Thousands of God Arm Crossbows were ready to go. No one dared to take the lead at this time.

"If these refugees were brought into the city at the beginning, and the god-armed crossbows are fired at once, as many bandits as they come, they will die."

Qiu Zhanyu looked at the god-armed crossbow pulled by the bowstring, not without regret.

The god arm crossbow is a sharp weapon of the country.

As long as any family dares to hide such a fight, it is a great crime to steal the family and exterminate the family.

If Qingzhou was not located at the border, and the magic arm crossbow was inconvenient to transport, the imperial court would not have allowed so many of them to stay after the First World War in Liuji Mountain.

1000 In front of two hundred god arm crossbows, even martial saints must avoid sharp edges, otherwise, they will be shot into a sieve.

"It's useless. Where the crossbow is located, it is almost inevitable to engulf the refugees and attack the city. After all, Ji Longshan has read books, so he won't understand this truth."

Xu Wenji shook his head slightly.

The god arm crossbow is still a big killer on the battlefield until now.

This point, even the craftsmen who have been tinkering with black powder for most of their lives in Tiangongyuan, have to admit it with a pinch of their noses.

No one wants to try the taste of all arrows head-on.

"really."

Qiu Zhanyu nodded.

Neither of the two of them regarded the Changliu bandits lurking outside the city as a serious threat. Qingzhou City has high arrows and sharp arrows, so how can anyone dare to attack the city head-on?
The only way to break the city is to cooperate with the inside and the outside.

In other words, when Jilong Mountain was captured, none of these bandits dared to attack the city with 1000 or [-] god-arm crossbows, not to mention that the tree fell and the monkeys scattered.

Can……

"Boss, even if these bandits are not to be feared, how should Ji Longshan deal with them?"

Qiu Zhanyu lightly squeezed his five fingers:
"I have sent someone to pass on a letter to command the envoy, but I'm afraid it will be too long..."

The Chilong Zhengang that he hard-wired before broke the tiger's mouth in his right hand.

"Supernatural powers are amazing, but they may not be unbreakable. What the old man is worried about at this time is his real purpose. His purpose is not Qingzhou City, but he still came here at the risk..."

Xu Wenji pinched his brows lightly:
"Once the ceremony is accomplished, it is truly uncontrollable..."

He has a dignified heart.

Supernatural powers are born in the Dao Fruit, but not the Dao Fruit itself. If it crosses the ritual, it is two worlds.

Having witnessed such an existence with his own eyes, he is very clear that the difference between that threshold is almost the difference between human beings and immortals...

"Then we can only wait for him to open the door again?"

Qiu Zhanyu was a little unwilling.

He knew very well that Xu Wenji was able to encircle Jilong Mountain in Fuxing Street today because Xu Wenji predicted the enemy first, not because the former just entered the city to drink tea.

The reason why they hurried to the top of the city was to prevent Ji Longshan from destroying the god arm crossbow inside and outside the top of the city.

"Not necessarily."

Xu Wenji looked into the city with bright eyes:

"At this moment, someone should be more anxious than us..."

"Who?"

Qiu Zhanyu was startled, and immediately reacted:

"You mean the Four Great Masters?"

"These four families have been cultivating Qingzhou for many years. How could they be willing to be looted? Using their power to encircle and suppress Changliu, they may be obedient and obedient, but if Qingzhou is lost, they must be the ones who are most anxious."

Before Xu Wenji finished speaking, Qiu Zhanyu's eyes lit up.

At the end of the long street in the distance, there was already a crowd of people, surrounded by a group of people, the face was as black as the bottom of a pot, wasn't it the Patriarch of the Four Families?

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