The first cause of all realms

Chapter 280 The wind rises to the end of Qingping (third change)

You can see far away when you climb high.

The faint moonlight calmed down the hustle and bustle of the day in Deyang Mansion, and the night was omnipresent, covering the sky and the earth, as well as the hungry people inside and outside the city.

On the roof of the Spring Breeze Building, which was nine stories high and ten feet away, Yang Qiang sat cross-legged, with a jar of fine wine and a few stacks of side dishes in front of him.

While eating and drinking, I also overlooked the south of the city.

His eyesight is far superior to that of a falcon, within a thousand feet, he can see everything clearly, even the cilia of mosquitoes, male and female can be clearly seen.

Naturally, he could also see the seven altars in the mansion, and the old monk Yuanjue waiting outside the altar.

The thin mist above the altars could cover his eyesight enough to show that these altars had been used, but he didn't feel the slightest danger.

For more than ten days, most of the nights, Yang Qiu sat here quietly, observing the mansion in the south of the city, and waiting for Nie Wendong's attack.

Regarding Taoism, even the current him is jealous, but while Taoism has great power, it also has great flaws.

The mist, or the place where Taoism works, is limited.

After the achievement of the mind eye, his perception of the outside becomes more acute. If there is a Taoism acting on him, or in other words covering his place, he will definitely sense it.

It's just that he didn't feel any strange at this time.

Different from what he experienced before, the mist only covered the seven altars without any venting, as if it was just to cover the sight of outsiders.

"What is he doing?"

Yang Ju shook the wine glass, feeling a little suspicious.

As Xu Wenji expected, in less than half a month, Nie Wendong had already set up the altar, and even got on the altar, preparing to perform Taoism.

However, the thin mist has always shrouded the seven altars, neither increasing nor decreasing, which shows that his Taoism is not released outside, but is limited to the scope of the altars.

This is very strange.

"To make a fool of yourself?"

Yang Jue frowned, his heart skipped a beat, the undead lurking in the dark night had risen with the wind, the falcon jumped up to the high platform, and shot a black iron arrow from another direction!

boom!
Sonic boom.

After recuperating for half a month, the living dead had already regained their vitality. The arrow shot out like a thunderbolt night, penetrated into the mansion in the south of the city, and shot straight at the altar.

With Yang Jue's control over the environment, no matter where he is, the arrow will never miss, and the angle he chooses must be the best and most accurate.

When the arrow was shot, it happened to avoid the protection of the four guards of Fengyun, Dragon and Tiger, and it came to the altar in a flash.

however……

"Amitabha."

The sound of the Buddha's trumpet followed and came at the same time, and at the moment when the arrow was about to be poured into the altar, a golden palm suddenly appeared, blocking the arrow's blast.

This palm was glowing with golden light, and it was extremely eye-catching in the night. It was as plump as a moon, and each finger was round and shiny like ivory.

puff!
There was no movement of the palm, and the black iron arrow, which could pierce through the iron armor and the wall, seemed to have been hit by a huge shock, and turned into flying ash in an instant.

The monk's robe rolled up and fell down.

Yuanjue stood in front of the altar, his tall figure was as unshakable as a copper wall and an iron wall. He looked around the night, and the deep-set eye sockets seemed to be blessed with golden light.

Seems to be able to see in the dark.

He saw that on the tall building in the west, there was a man in black robe standing against the wind, holding a big bow and carrying many arrows on his back, like a peacock spreading its tail.

Upstairs in Zhengbei Spring Breeze, there is a red dress like fire, dancing with the wind, like a flying dragon, heavy and powerful, although holding a wine glass, it seems that it is ready to violently kill people at any time.

"King Kong does not destroy the body."

After drinking all the wine in the glass, Yang Jue had fear in his eyes.

This is an old monk who is suspected to be sent by the people behind Nie Wendong. His martial arts are extremely strong, but what makes him more afraid than his martial arts is his almost indestructible golden body.

The Vajra of Lanke Temple is not broken, completely abandoned the means of defeating the enemy, but also created a terrifying physical defense!

It is almost unbreakable among the same level.

If that's all, it's fine, what's even more frightening is its counter-shock force, Yu Wanghai hit with all his strength, almost making him die from the shock.

This martial art has great restraint on fists and palms, especially if you use force to suppress others, if you don't have enough space, you will suffer a big loss when you fight that day.

This old monk is not good at killing, so he can't kill him, but it is also extremely difficult for him to kill him, the golden body is hard to break.

If it was a time of entanglement, Nie Wendong would rise up violently. With the power of Taoism that could only be carried by seven altars, even Yang Jue at this time was not sure that he could resist it.

"It's not a good thing to provoke such a young genius..."

A strange color surged in Yuanjue's eyes.

Even if he couldn't see who was the person standing on the roof of the Spring Breeze Building by the wind, he could still guess.

This Yang Qianhu's talent, even in Dao City, belongs to the top of the top, and he is not as young as the weak crown, and he can fight against him without dying.

It is really hard for him to imagine what his achievements will be decades later.

Not to mention the illusory martial sage, at least the possibility of becoming a grandmaster, or even a grand master, is very high, and if someone is willing to support him and find a suitable Dao fruit, he may not be able to knock on the door of the martial sage.

Offending such a person, even him, felt a little irritated, but Nie Wendong was a little calm and a little abnormal.

He thought to himself, if he had such an enemy and had Taoism in his body, even if he risked the consequences of completely turning against Xu Wenji, he would kill him before he could achieve it.

only……

call!
Suddenly, the mist covering the seven altars dissipated.

Nie Wendong, dressed in casual clothes, appeared holding a strange idol.

"The idol?"

Yang Ju's eyesight is naturally excellent, although the statue is small, he can see it clearly.

It looks like crying or laughing, like a man or a woman, it seems weird at first glance, but when you look closely, it becomes more and more weird. He wants to drive his mind, but suddenly he feels terrified.

click!
Suddenly, Yang Jue's eyes froze.

At the same time as he was staring at the statue, the statue turned its head like a living thing, and a faint light seemed to flash across the face that seemed to be crying and smiling.

This thing is...

Yang Jue's mind trembled slightly, and he smelled a strong strangeness. The distance was too far, and the Gluttony Cauldron didn't respond, but he was almost sure.

The idol is the strange thing that Nie Wendong is carrying, and it is more likely to be the source of his Taoism, a divine seed bred by a supernatural power.

It's just the appearance of this idol, why...

"The statue is born from the heart, or..."

Yang Yu was a little moved.

On the altar, Nie Wendong seemed to be in a good mood. He took out a silk towel and wiped his clean palms. Looking around at the night, he seemed to be looking at the Spring Breeze Building as well.

Looking at each other from a distance, they both saw the strong murderous intent in each other's eyes.

……

……

In the next few days, Yang Ju was busy refining the profound stones, swallowing pills to practice kung fu, reading files, helping victims, and interrogating Yu Wanghai's henchman who was captured by the six doors.

At night, I sit quietly upstairs in the Spring Breeze, or enter the gluttony cauldron to sharpen my knife skills.

Intensive research on Qinglong Nine Kills.

Any high-level martial art is not easy, even if Yang Jue's own knowledge of swordsmanship is profound, he cannot practice it to the depth in a short period of time.

This Qinglong Nine Kills seems to have only nine ultimate moves, but in fact each form contains a complete set of saber moves, and only when all the nine sets of saber techniques have been cultivated to perfection can one start and master the ultimate move.

On this day, Yang Qiu was practicing kung fu, and someone came to report in a hurry, asking him to go to the government office.

In the past month, the Deyang government office, which had been shut down due to thorough cleaning, resumed operations. Even under such high pressure, there is no shortage of scholars who want to be officials.

Hearing that Xu Wenji cleansed the officialdom in Deyang, scholars from nearby prefectures and counties flocked here, not caring about the ongoing drought in Deyang Prefecture.

For this reason, a large number of people almost died on the road, but they were rescued by Jin Yiwei.

"Master Yang!"

Seeing Yang Qiu, Fu Cheng, who had just taken office for a few days, greeted him from a distance, with neat clothes and hats, and he didn't look like a starving man crying like a few days ago.

"Master Kong has been in office for a few days, how do you feel?"

Yang Qiu glanced at the man.

This Kong Sheng was originally a failed scholar, but this person had a very good vision. After Xu Wenji came to Qingzhou, he was the first to choose to attach himself.

Many people are sour overtly and secretly.

Yang Yu understands that being an official is different from practicing martial arts, and not only reading intellectual literature, otherwise, Liu Wenpeng would not just be a county magistrate.

"Master Yang, don't make fun of me."

Kong Sheng nodded and bowed, he didn't dare to show off in front of this person, not to mention his martial arts, just his status in the eyes of Mr. Xu was a hundred times higher than his own.

"carry on."

Yang Jue responded with a few casual words, and within a few steps, he saw Qiu Zhanyu with an extremely ugly face head on.

"You came."

Qiu Zhanyu heaved a sigh of relief, and Yang Jue's brows were also furrowed, smelling a strong smell of blood.

Since January, people in the government office are bleeding every day, the smell of blood is not unusual, but this smell of blood is different, it smells strong but not fishy, ​​instead it has a strong smell.

This is a sign of a successful exchange of blood. This success refers to the fourth stage of foundation establishment, where the blood exchange has been performed more than twelve times!
"who is it?"

Yang Ju quickened his pace, and Qiu Zhanyu took a step behind, but he naturally didn't care about it, and said a name with a serious face:
"Long Yuanwei, Wang Jingqi."

"Who?!"

Now, Yang Jue was a little moved.

In less than [-] days, how could he forget that master of swordsmanship and martial arts is not inferior to his own.

call!
With a single step, he entered the backyard like a ghost, and with just one glance, he saw Wang Jingqi lying on the bed with a dark purple face.

This great master of Long Yuanwei, his face is purple and black at the moment, his aura is like a gossamer, the originally strong blood aura is now like a candle in the wind, and his aura...

"Long Yuanwei's entire army has been wiped out?"

Yang Yu was in shock.

"Not only Long Yuanwei, but also many martial arts sects that were attracted by the news of Mo Mei, all fell down. Only Wang Jingqi managed to escape back to Deyang Mansion."

Xu Wenji let out a long breath, his face hard to hide his solemnity:
"That monster is about to be born!"

　After deliberating for a long time, I still deleted the original story of Long Yuanwei going to explore the Valley of Apes, I think this is more refined.Alas, it's difficult to adjust the schedule, good night everyone.

　
(End of this chapter)