The first cause of all realms

Chapter 298 A role model in the world, a hero among men (third update)
Hyun Young Joo?
How fast was Yang Yu's reaction?
Almost at the moment when Xuan Yingzhu moved, her palms covered her chest, she immediately turned to look at the group of Jin Yiwei who followed, and said:

"Brothers, make more torches for backup."

"Does Yang Qianhu want to get rid of us?"

Several Jinyi guards responded, but a hundred householders stopped and asked back.

Under the dim light of the torch, Yang Jue recognized that this was the white tiger who reminded himself to 'behead' that day, named Qian Jinge, he shook his head:
"Where is Brother Qian?"

"So, wait a moment."

Listening to his reply, Qian Jinge just believed it, turned around, and took dozens of Jin Yiwei to make torches, but only a few stayed behind.

Yang Qiu didn't care, he flicked his sleeves and found a clean place to sit on the floor. Seeing this, several Jinyi guards hurriedly protected his front and back.

"call!"

Yang Jue called the living dead to approach and hide in his heart, and then, his mind was concentrated, he landed on the Xuanying Pearl placed next to his chest.

This bead, which he played with no response, seemed to have sensed some aura, and finally began to shed its skin.

Not long after, in Yang Ju's induction, its size was already the same as what he saw in the phantom he had seen by chance in the underground palace before.

However, compared to the grayness at that time, this time it exudes pure golden light.

This is……

Subconsciously looking at Tongyou, there is a reaction!

"This thing has a fate? Can I still see it?"

Yang Qiu was quite surprised.

All things and all spirits have their fate, which is the foundation of Tongyou, but, with his mastery of this magical power, it is far from the level of seeing the fate of all things.

In so many days, he has not only seen people.

He has seen everything from mountains, rivers and trees to flowers, plants, insects and fish, but the only ones who can see their fate are the same kind.

At this moment, in his eyes, the fate of this Xuan Yingzhu actually appeared!

【Hyun Young Joo】

【Aura of the Son of Heaven (Lavish Purple)】

Son of Heaven!

Looking at the fate that appeared on the Xuanying Pearl, Yang Jue's heart was shocked at first, and then he remembered what he saw in the illusion that day, the words of Sanxiao Sanren.

Could this fate be the undissipated dragon vein energy of Chen Xuanying, who competed with the Great Ming Taizu Zhang Yuanzhu for the world 400 years ago?
It's just that Chen Xuanying seems to be just a pioneer role for the king, and she actually has the air of the emperor?

[Qi of the Son of Heaven: Avoid all evils, there are no taboos! 】

……

……

boom!
In the scene played by hazy fog, there seems to be flickering fire.

"What a fire..."

Amidst the mist, Nie Wendong sighed slightly, his eyes seemed to have crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, and saw the raging fire that reflected the sky.

"woooo~"

A shallow whimper echoed in the mist.

Listening, listening, he seemed to be feeling a little bit emotional, in a trance, recalling the past.

"Adhering to the ambition of loyalty and keeping the festival of modesty and retirement! My Nie family has a thousand-year-old family, and you, as the son of the eldest son, must be well-equipped in civil and military affairs, and be a role model for the world!"

"A minister should stop at respect, a son should stop at filial piety, and a father should stop at kindness! You live up to the expectations of my Nie family, and you should reflect on me three times a day!"

"A gentleman is careful! There is no impenetrable wall in this world. You are in this position, you should be more careful and more vigilant!"

"Nizi! Nizi! Nizi!"

……

The sound of teaching is like a torrent of bells, deafening to the ears.

How long has it been since you heard a similar sound?

Yes, he is long dead.

He died in the morning when Qing'er was killed by his own hands, and he died in a panic.

How long?
It seems like a long time.

"Uncle, uncle, it's not my father, even if it is, so what?"

Nie Wendong murmured, as if flashing in front of his eyes was an old man with premature hair, who treated himself harshly, and wanted to be a role model for the world.

But he was probably deceived by his own sanity, right?
Forgot that it was he who adulterated his sister-in-law and made his brother mad?

"call!"

A breath of foul breath cleared away the mist in front of him, Nie Wendong put away the very self-like statue, and walked down the altar slowly.

"Master, let's take a break today! There is a new cook in the mansion, and the vegetarian dishes are very good."

Hearing this, Yuanjue opened his eyes, a little surprised, but gladly agreed.

Monks are people too.

There are some choices, naturally it is better to eat Vegetarian food than to drink wind and dust.

only……

"Is there a guest here?"

Nie Wendong nodded, and said leisurely: "A distinguished guest that Nie has been waiting for for a long time."

"Oh?"

Yuanjue was curious, but didn't ask any further questions, followed him to leave the altar and walked to the front hall.

In the empty front hall, a table of vegetarian dishes has already been prepared.

In these years, fruits and vegetables are hard to see, but here, there are 36 unique vegetarian dishes.

Just as the vast majority of people don't believe that the legendary Buddhist world exists at all, they don't even know that it is separated by a wall and under the same sky and earth.

There are also people who are not in the same world as they are.

And this gap is not necessarily smaller than the gap between monks and Buddhas...

In the hall, there is a man in Tsing Yi standing in front of the portrait with his hands behind his back. His body is well-proportioned and his breath is warm, just like a scholar from our family background.

"Yang Xuanying."

Yuanjue's eyes flickered, and he recognized this person, and he felt a little startled in his heart.

Not for the visitor, but for Nie Wendong.

Yang Xuanying is not well-known in Longyuan Dao, has no family background, and has no official position, but he has an identity that cannot be ignored.

He is a guest of the palace.

To be precise, he is a disciple who accompanies the son to study.

"What a picture of fighting bandits at night."

Yang Xuanying praised slightly, turned around, and smiled slightly.

He is tall and crowned, his face is like a crown jade, and he is dressed in a green shirt. The lower end is elegant and elegant, and this smile adds three points to his color, as if Ru Junshan is slightly drunk, and the beautiful jade is half drunk.

Anyone who sees it will have to say "beautiful man."

"Mr. Yang's absurd praise for the trivial means."

Nie Wendong smiled back and invited the two to sit down.

"The master is polite."

Yang Xuanying saluted with a smile before taking her seat.

Several people exchanged pleasantries, but Nie Wendong was the first to speak, and got straight to the point:

"Mr. Yang, did you come alone this time?"

"Is it not enough for one person?"

Yang Xuanying asked back, seeing Nie Wendong's silence, she smiled again:
"The envoy, it's inevitable that it will be slower. It's not as fast as Yang who came alone. Calculating the time, it will take another 20 days. Could it be that Mr. Nie is in a hurry for these few days?"

"Not so much."

Nie Wendong was speechless, and as soon as he raised his hand, his own servants came forward with good wine and poured wine for the two of them.

"Master Nie's choice is very wise. The prince likes it very much, but is also very worried. Moreover, it is also intentional that Master Nie can call Yang to come."

Yang Xuanying sniffed slightly, then nodded in satisfaction:

"I've been traveling all the way, seeing the desolation of Deyang Mansion, and worrying that I won't be able to drink a glass of good wine. Master Nie has a heart."

"Although Qingzhou was hit by a disaster, where is the lack of sir, a glass of water and wine?"

Nie Wendong smiled and toasted, inviting him to have a drink with him, and he did not forget to greet the old monk to eat.

The cups were mixed, and after a while, Yuanjue put down the bowl and chopsticks, and Yang Xuanying also felt a little drunk, pretending to be unintentional and saying:
"To be honest, when Yang came here this time, a disciple from Wanxiang Mountain once came to warn..."

Vientiane Mountain?
Nie Wendong's expression remained unchanged, but his heart tightened slightly.

Wanxiang Mountain is not a mountain, but a mansion, and in the house lives the most famous Wanxiang Mountain native in Longyuan Dao.

This is not critical.

The key is that this is Xu Wenji's disciple. Although he is not a very close disciple, he is a disciple after all.

Seeing that Nie Wendong's expression remained unchanged, Yang Xuanying frowned secretly, and said, "Master Nie might as well guess what Mr. Wang Da means?"

"Mr. Yang, why bother to test?"

Nie Wendong didn't fall for his tricks, and cut straight to the point:
"My old man's classmate is very good, but unfortunately, he will not support the son like Nie, and even vice versa, it is unknown."

The voice was calm, but cooled down.

Nie Wendong could naturally see the thoughts of the person in front of him, and he could faintly know the hesitation of the person behind him.

But he had expected it.

Although the Nie family was a thousand-year-old family, it was in decline after all. Compared with Xu Wenji, it was inferior in weight after all. Even though the latter had lost power, many of his disciples were in their prime.

However, Xu Wenji has one point, but it is a huge disadvantage.

He respects his status and abides by the law, and he will definitely not support the prince behind Yang Xuanying, let alone interfere in the change of the throne of Longyuan Dao.

But he will!
call!
When his words fell to the ground, Yang Xuanying's expression changed, but how could he still be half drunk?
"Master Nie, speak quickly!"

He clapped his palms and smiled, and he didn't want to be too tight-lipped, and said in a deep voice:

"Xu Wenji, you can't move, I can't move, even the Longyuan Palace can't move. But here, it's Longyuan Dao, he can't be the master!"

Hearing this, Nie Wendong felt a little relieved, but also curious:
"The old man's letter, the son wants to read it, but I don't know what he should do?"

"Back in the Liuji Mountain battle, Mr. Xu was once an aide in the old prince's tent. With this kind of relationship, it will be easy..."

Yang Xuanying smiled faintly:
"This old man is too heavy, no one dares to move. Almost no one can force him to do what he doesn't want to do. But if the old prince invites him to go, even if he is busy, he will definitely go!"

"Um?!"

Hearing this, Nie Wendong's heart was shocked:
"Could it be that the old prince..."

"Amitabha! Good, good!"

Hearing this, the old monk Yuanjue couldn't sit still anymore. He folded his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name and left. Before leaving, he glanced at the servants who were serving him with pity.

"If so..."

Yang Xuanying didn't answer, but this was the answer. Nie Wendong's heart was agitated, and he paced back and forth, with a plan in mind.

Turned to:

"Mr. Yang, you know that there are many staff members under the family of the prince, but why did someone Nie choose you alone?"

Yang Xuanying raised her brows, then said again:

"Oh? I'd like to hear about it."

"To be honest, Mr. Nie has a potion of medicine that has been refined for more than ten years. He is about to use Mr. Yang's strange art 'blood-melting hand' to combine it with mine..."

Nie Wendong stated his purpose:
"Blood Turning Pill!"

"Um?!"

Hearing this, Yang Xuanying was completely moved, her brows trembled for a while, admiration and deep fear flashed in her calm eyes:

"Lord Nie, you are truly a role model for my generation, a hero among men!"

　Send it at the third watch, good night everyone.

　
(End of this chapter)