The first cause of all realms

Chapter 288 A Gentleman's Friendship, One Will Succeed! (third change)

Ape Ming Valley, indeed something happened.

but……

"Self-seeking death, who is to blame?"

After glancing at the letter, Yang prison felt a little relieved.

These days, Yuanming Valley has not been peaceful.

A large group of martial arts practitioners came because of Mo Mei, and they did not know where they got the news, and they came to Yuanming Valley one after another. Although they were afraid of Jin Yiwei's reputation and did not dare to rush in, there was indeed friction.

Later, Qi Gang became impatient and opened the door directly to let a group of people in. Not surprisingly, an accident happened.

Dozens of people all died.

Afterwards, Qi Gang was annoyed by those who came to speak out, and dozens of others were beaten to death...

"Maybe it's a coincidence, or someone did it on purpose. One of the people who was killed by Commander Qi has quite a background. Maybe something will happen..."

Bu Lingxu shook his head slightly, but he didn't care too much.

This point can be seen from his understatement of "maybe there is something wrong", and his attitude towards martial arts is mostly contemptuous.

Compared with the background, can Jin Yiwei lose?
Seeing what Bu Lingxu said casually, Qin Si reminded:
"The martial arts in Qingzhou is actually very withered due to the catastrophe that year, and it has not recovered for decades. It is better than the neighboring Yunzhou. But there are still some masters."

"Ok?"

As soon as she opened her mouth, Bu Lingxu was startled to realize that there was someone behind Yang Qiu, and when she saw it, her eyes lit up.

Although it was dressed in men's clothing without makeup, it was still so beautiful that people couldn't turn their eyes away just by looking at it.

Fortunately, he knew the severity, so he withdrew his eyes after one glance, and responded:

"Baizhou is the most tyrannical of the martial arts forces in the three states of Longyuan Road, followed by Qingzhou and Yunzhou. However, because Mr. Xu wiped out Yunzhou, a large number of masters fled north to Qingzhou..."

Bu Lingxu talked about the martial arts forces in the three states in as brief a way as possible.

Back then, Qingzhou was the most severely affected by the imperial court cutting down mountains and destroying temples. The martial arts forest in the territory was almost wiped out, and Yunzhou was even worse. It was governed by Xu Wenji, and it was almost impossible to accept the disciples.

Baizhou is unique, because there are more noble concubines, although it is also cleaned, the damage is the least.

Yang Yu nodded, motioning for him to continue.

"Qingzhou martial arts is very withered. Although the Bailongxuan and Nanling sword sects are called great sects, they are no more than three or two big cats and kittens. However, the fish that slipped through the net after cutting down mountains and destroying temples are extremely powerful."

Bu Lingxu paused, and said:

"Qingzhou martial arts, the remnant of the Jade Dragon Temple, 'Lin Daoren', is the first to be promoted. He is a closed disciple of the Taoist of Zhenyan, and his martial arts are only inferior to General Wei.

Secondly, there is the old man Hanshui, who escaped the purge and disappeared without a trace, and thirdly, the master uncle of the person killed by Commander Qi, Zhen Sanshan, Yunjie and the saintess Yu Lingxian of the Liansheng Sect. "

"Lin Daoren, Hanshui old man, Yunjie, Yu Lingxian..."

Yang Qiu chewed on the names of these people.

There are seven prefectures and one hundred and two counties in Qingzhou, with a population of hundreds of millions, and there are so many martial arts practitioners. However, the martial arts forest has withered to this point. After decades of accumulation, there are only four people who can be called top masters.

And this also includes Taoist Yulong Guanlin who has been missing for a long time...

"Lin Daoren..."

Qin Si's heart was touched.

"These people here will be handed over to Mr. Bu."

Yang Qiu noticed her strangeness, coughed lightly, found two horses, and left the town with Qin Si one after the other.

"Lin Daoren is a young apprentice of the patriarch, he can be regarded as my master's uncle, his talent was the best in the pass when he was young, and he was regarded as the legacy of the patriarch.

It was he who adopted me from the starving people and treated me well..."

Qin Si said softly:

"A few years ago, after he fought against Wei Zhengxian, he was sought out by the four commanders of Long Yuanwei. After that, he disappeared..."

Her expression was a little gloomy.

"No news is the best news."

Yang Qiu was waiting to be comforted, and Zhao Kun, who was far behind the two of them, also chased after him in a car.

"Brother Yang, you don't need to comfort me, the children of the Jianghu, who can't see life and death?"

Qin Si smiled and clasped her fists again:

"Brother Yang, be careful when you go, my little sister has something to go to Deyang Mansion, so I can't go with you."

Said, has dismounted.

"These are some entanglements and pills, which may be useful on the road."

Yang prison got off his horse and saw them off.

"This jade pendant was passed down from Guannei, and it can hold a 'supernatural power' for a short time, so you can keep it in case of any danger."

Qin Si took the things and presented the jade pendant that she had prepared earlier.

Without waiting for him to refuse, he waved his hand and got into the carriage.

Yang Ju stood there for a long time, watching the carriage go away, and there were ripples in his heart.

……

"This kid is no longer in the pool."

Zhao Kun, who was driving the horse, looked back at his disappearing back, and sighed slightly.

Perhaps because of the short time, he is only a thousand households of Jin Yiwei at this time, with his martial arts and means, his future achievements may be limitless.

You must know that those with supernatural powers tend to have mediocre martial arts talents, and those with excellent martial arts talents are even more difficult to obtain the approval of Dao Fruit.

As for Yang Jue, who is extremely gifted in martial arts and possesses Dao fruit, it is not impossible to become a martial saint one day.

Qin Si lowered the car curtain:

"This time, don't go the wrong way."

"How can you go the wrong way?"

Zhao Kun stared, seeing that there was no response from the car, hesitated slightly, and said:

"Actually, with his current martial arts and status, if he can be persuaded, with the help of the family we have accumulated over the years, he may not be able to walk the road of fighting for the dragon..."

"Uncle, in your life, you don't even have many friends, let alone confidants?"

Qin Si clutched the bag containing the pill and money, and said:

"If the master is still alive, I'm afraid I don't want you to be like this..."

"you!"

Zhao Kun was startled for a moment, and then became a little angry from embarrassment. He whipped the horse hard and neighed: "Look, old man, you're clearly attracted to that kid!"

"Whatever you say."

Qin Si didn't bother to pay attention to him.

"You just don't want to pull that kid to rebel! But Tao is the virtue of a gentleman, and he will be killed in the fifth life! The Zhang family has been in the world for more than 400 years, and the people in the world have long since owed him Zhang Yuanzhu!

According to the current situation in the world, following the imperial court is the only way to die! "

Zhao Kun was furious and a little powerless.

"Even so, so what? The friendship between gentlemen is like water. He regards me as a friend, and Qin Si regards him as a friend. How can he bear to drag him into the quagmire?

As for the rest..."

Having said that, Qin Si paused before saying:

"If the Tao can be accomplished, then it will be accomplished; if it cannot be accomplished, then it will not succeed!"

……

……

With the feathered eagles piercing the sky, the news of Mo Mei's birth spread out at an extremely fast speed, and with the help of caring people, it almost spread throughout Qingzhou.

Huhu~
A plumed eagle flew out of Deyang Mansion and landed in the mountains. After circling a few times, it landed in the backyard of a sect located on the top of the mountain.

"My son!"

After crushing the letter raft, a burly man let out a low growl with a hideous look on his face.

Ignoring the Ling Ying's begging for food, he exerted all his strength and quickly entered the back mountain, and hurried to a quiet secret room.

Swish!
There seemed to be a thunderbolt flashing, and the dark inner room was brightened instantly.

On the futon sat an old man, eight feet in length, with arched back, broad ribs, square head and big ears.

Not to mention that he was nearly ninety years old, his blood was as vigorous as an oven, and the stone walls of the entire inner room were scorched hot.

"What happened?"

As soon as the old man waved his hand, the stone chamber opened.

The big man outside the door bowed and knelt down, and said in grief and indignation: "Master, my son is dead! Then Qi Gang wants to monopolize the demon..."

call!
There seemed to be a wave of air rolling, the eyes of the old man opened wide, like a wild lion:

"What did you say?"

"My son is dead..."

The big man had just spoken half a sentence before he was interrupted by arrogance:
"Next sentence!"

"Then Qi Gang wants to monopolize Mo Mei..."

"Magic?!"

The old man stood up, stretched out his hand and grabbed the big man in front of him, leaned over and shouted:

"There is a demon born, why didn't you inform me?!"

"Teacher, teacher..."

The big man's expression changed.

"Stop talking nonsense! Where is Mo Mei?"

"De, Deyang Mansion, Yuanming Valley!"

boom!
Before the words fell, the big man had been slammed to the ground, and only the whistling air flow could be heard, and the old man had disappeared, only the sound waves echoed:

"Bring the elite disciples from the sect, and come quickly, there must be no mistakes!"

……

……

flutter~
A plumed eagle flew into the mansion and landed on the lightly raised arm of Nie Wendong in the pavilion in the lake.

"It's lively, but not lively enough."

After destroying the secret letter casually, Nie Wendong smiled, summoned the servants who were waiting in the distance, gave a few orders, and got up by himself.

Go to the front yard.

The security in the front yard has not been weakened because of Yang Prison's departure, and it has even been strengthened. Apart from Fenghu Yunlong, there are still many masters ambush in the dark.

He also transferred a lot of god arm crossbows.

The old monk Yuanjue stood in front of the altar day and night, chanting scriptures and practicing meditation.

"call!"

Gently exhaling a foul breath, blowing away the dust in front of him, Yuanjue slowly opened his eyes and looked at Nie Wendong:

"Master Nie is going to activate the altar again?"

These days, Nie Wendong had to summon the altar three or four times a day on average, but in the mist, he couldn't see what the former was doing.

He couldn't even detect the slightest strangeness, let alone guess what his supernatural power was.

"Master Lao took the trouble to take care of you."

Nie Wendong nodded slightly, and walked into the altar.

With repeated use, the seven altars lost their original colors, and no matter what the material was, they all turned green and black at this time.

"Amitabha."

The old monk Yuanjue clasped his palms together and looked towards the altar.

As Nie Wendong took out the god statue that resembled himself again to offer, the familiar mist rose again, but it was different from before, and the mist began to spread.

Yuanjue frowned slightly, but still didn't dodge, letting the mist cover him, while chanting the Buddha's name, he also looked into the altar.

The mist began to spread, and the scene inside the altar became clearer.

He saw Nie Wendong standing on the Dharma altar, his clothes fluttering without the wind, and he was chanting something, before he suddenly stretched out his hand.

call!
The mist flowed against the palm of his hand, and after a while, a blurry picture appeared, and there seemed to be figures surging in it.

"This is?"

Yuanjue was startled, but Nie Wendong had already noticed that the mist had thickened again with a thought.

"call!"

Nie Wendong blew lightly, and the scene in front of him became clear.

It was a gloomy underground palace with little light, but with the faint light, one could vaguely see the hideous shadow in the darkness, as well as the pool of dried blood.

"woooo~"

The mournful sound followed, surging from the dark underground palace, more like following an unknown trajectory, sounding in the altar.

Sobbing and desolate.

"Ugh."

Nie Wendong stretched out his hand, as if he had entered the underground palace through the black mist.

He seemed to want to touch something, but as the mournful sobs became louder, he withdrew his hand.

"woooo~"

Wiping away the mist in front of him casually, a look of complexity flashed across Nie Wendong's face, which was immediately covered by coldness.

"One will succeed, ten thousand bones will die..."

　Send it at the third watch, good night everyone.The schedule has been adjusted to be lonely, alas, I really envy the strong man with a speed of four to five thousand per hour.Finally, I recommend a book, and those who are interested can go and read it.

"I Just Want to Be an Actor"

"I just want to be an actor, even if I get too deep into the drama."

This is the life of a top idol who aspires to be a movie star.

　
(End of this chapter)