The first cause of all realms

Chapter 371 In Longyuan City, the mother is kind and the son is filial (first update)
"Woo~"

The melodious sound of the flute seems to fit with the breeze, and a touch of worry echoes in the Vientiane Mountain.

Yu Jing walked out of the bamboo hut, there was freshly warmed rice wine on the tray, and quietly walked up to the teacher, he glanced at the back of the Second Prince, shook his head inwardly, but said nothing.

Listening to the sound of the flute, a slight sourness surged in my heart.

In a daze, there seemed to be clouds and mist gathered in the mountain wind in front of me, as if I could see an academy, the urchin looked around, and the majestic master held a ruler and patted his palms.

He knew that it was the teacher's unconscious will contained in the sound of the flute that affected him, and the blurred scene was what the teacher was thinking at this time.

The teacher who teaches is the teacher's teacher.

Great Confucianism, Xu Wenji.

"There are only seven private schools in Pingshan City, and only two of them are open to the public. If you want to attend, the money is not something ordinary families can afford. What the adults say is that they are poor and wealthy. Most people , can't afford to learn anything..."

For some reason, Wang Muzhi put down the piccolo, recalled, and said to himself:

"Fortunately, I don't like studying very much, and I enjoy playing with my playmates every day. Until that day, a scholar came to be a headhunter..."

Yu Jing listened silently, he knew that the teacher just needed to talk, and he didn't need anyone to talk to him.

"After all, he is a scholar, he is a headhunter, and he still reads every day. At the beginning, he read alone in the downtown area. Later, he led other people to have time to read with him.

The friends were also attracted. Of course, the main reason was that he made some steamed buns from time to time. They were all poor at that time, so it was very happy to have an extra mouthful of corned buns.

But I didn't like it at the time, and I fought wits and courage with him several times..."

Wang Muzhi smiled, and there was nostalgia in his eyes:
"At that time, of course, life was not better than now, but every time I dreamed back at midnight, I always thought and read..."

Yu Jing put down the tray, offered rice wine to him, and said:
"Then why don't you go see his old man?"

"I can't see it, I can't see it."

Wang Muzhi sighed slightly:
"I am silent, it is a shield to protect him, otherwise, it is a steel knife to kill him..."

"Master-student friendship, isn't it okay to send each other off?"

Yu Jing was not angry.

Wang Muzhi seemed to be tempted, but after thinking about it, he still lowered his head and drank silently:
"It's better not to see than to hate seeing."

……

"Scattering beans into soldiers..."

Hearing the faint sound of the flute behind him, Zhang Lingfeng murmured slightly to himself, he weighed the bullet in his hand, a gloomy light appeared in his eyes.

Supernatural beings have been rare since ancient times, but the rarity does not mean that every supernatural being is powerful. On the contrary, there are actually very few supernatural beings who can be called tyrannical.

Among them, there is naturally this Vientiane Mountain native.

Different from Xu Jing's family who need to absorb the breath of a powerful warrior to transform into soldiers, this Wanxiang Mountain man's method is much stronger.

Ordinary people call it Sprinkling Beans into Soldiers, but in fact, in his view, this supernatural power is more like a 'separate body and a shadow'.

When he came, he was sitting on a bamboo chariot. When he returned, the sky was a little dark, and a luxurious chariot came to pick him up. An old man stood with his hands down to welcome him into the chariot.

The old man waved the maid down and said in a low voice:

"My son, you are going to see Shanren, but what's the matter?"

"Fu Bo, how long have you been in the mansion?"

Zhang Lingfeng clasped the bullet tightly and didn't answer the question.

The old man was startled, and replied:
"It has been 54 years since the old slave took off his armor and entered the mansion... After the birth of the son, the old slave has been with you for 32 years and nine months..."

"That's right, you've been with me since I was born... It can be said that you brought me up with your own hands. You have worked so hard all these years!"

Zhang Lingfeng sighed slightly.

"It's my honor to be able to serve the prince, I dare not say it's hard work."

The old man seemed to have noticed it, and his face tightened slightly.

Zhang Lingfeng glanced at him with a smile:
"Going back and forth between the two families every day, why don't you say it's not hard?"

"Sir!"

The old man's body trembled, and just as he was about to say something, a hand fell on his shoulder, holding his breath, but it was as heavy as a mountain, and it only pressed him down to his knees.

clap clap~
Touching his palms and laughing lightly, there was no smile in Zhang Lingfeng's eyes, only indifference almost overflowing:
"What I hate the most in this world is nothing more than betrayal. You keep saying that you are loyal to me, hehe..."

"My son, don't make mistakes again and again..."

"wrong?!"

Zhang Lingfeng's voice suddenly rose, and his aura was terrifying, like a big tiger about to choose someone to devour:
"Then tell me, where did this son go wrong?!"

His face was gloomy, like a volcano about to erupt, dangerous and terrifying.

"It was the old man who ordered me to be killed. Is it wrong for me not to die immediately?"

"It was the old woman who imprisoned me for more than ten years, and it was wrong for me to survive?"

"Or did they harm me and make me lose my children and grandchildren? Is it wrong for me to complain?!"

His voice was soft but cold, and at the end, the old man was already in tears, and he kowtowed tremblingly:

"My lord, you can't, it's a big treason..."

Boom!
Zhang Lingfeng stomped heavily on his head, his eyes flashed with pain and anger:

"I just want to try, can it be possible!"

"Sir!"

The old man wanted to say more, but a soldier grabbed the back of his neck and brought it up:
"My lord, how to deal with this old dog?"

"He has been with me for many years, and he has some human affection..."

Zhang Lingfeng calmed down his anger and wiped his palm lightly:
"Look for a treasured place of geomantic omen, and bury his family with honor."

"My lord, go around my family..."

The old man begged for mercy, but Zhang Lingfeng stopped looking at him, raised his hand to call another person, and said:
"Notify Feng and Lin Erying to seal off the city gates and not allow anyone to enter or exit."

"Yes!"

The soldier bowed in response, and asked again: "Where is the palace..."

"Do your thing!"

Zhang Lingfeng got up slowly, and the chariot stopped.

In front of the palace, Zhang Wen'an leaned on a cane, his face sinking like water, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Zhang Lingfeng got out of the car slowly, looked around at the group of guards and guests in front of the palace, and his eyes fell on Zhang Wenan:
"It seems that Second Uncle has many spies buried by my side."

"Evil barrier, how dare you collude with Taoist Lin of Yulong Temple!"

Zhang Wenan's eyes were cold:
"If I had known this, I should have strangled you to death 18 years ago!"

"It's not too late now, second uncle, why don't you give it a try?"

Zhang Lingfeng looked calm, and stood in front of the door with his hands behind his back, all the guests and guards seemed to be facing a formidable enemy.

"Do you think that you will be terrible after learning a whole body of evil magic?"

Zhang Wen'an leaned on the ground with his bamboo stick, and the whole long street roared.

"Stop it!"

Before he could make a move, a sigh came from inside the door.

"Old sister-in-law!"

"Old lady!"

"princess!"

Hearing this voice, except for Zhang Lingfeng, the expressions of all the people outside the door changed.

"Second brother, do you really want to raise swordsmen in the mansion?"

The old lady seemed to be getting older, she sighed softly.

"Huh~"

Seeing the old woman, Zhang Lingfeng thought his heart was cold enough and prepared enough, but he still couldn't suppress the emotions in his heart:
"How?"

"The anger and resentment in your heart are all in your old body, so why hurt the innocent?"

The old woman rolled up her sleeves, showing her withered arms:

"Today, I will give you a chance to kill me!"

call!
Before the palace, there seemed to be a cold wave, and all the guests looked at each other, only Zhang Wen'an stopped him, but the old woman waved her down and pressed her down.

"Old sister-in-law..."

Zhang Wen'an hesitated to speak, then backed away in a dark mood.

Even 20 years before his elder brother was seriously injured and unconscious, his old sister-in-law firmly occupied the throne of the number one expert in the palace and even in Longyuan Dao.

It was only after the people from Wanxiang Mountain came here that they let them go out.

But how could he have the heart to let their mother and son meet each other...

"kill you?"

Zhang Lingfeng was startled for a moment, then laughed out loud, tears streaming down his face:
"My God, what kind of virtue and ability does Mr. Zhang have, with such parents?"

"Hahaha!"

He laughed and backed away, until the smile and tears on his face were gone, replaced by a dead silence without any emotional fluctuations:
"You still want to kill me, okay, then come on!"

boom!
The old woman raised her hand slowly, and suddenly felt something, and heard the sound of horseshoes running along the long street like thunder in the distance, and further away, there were several roars one after another.

The city gate was slammed shut.

……

"Is this Dao City?!"

Looking at this majestic city up close, Li Eryi, who has traveled all over the world for half his life, couldn't help but be amazed.

Compared with it, even Qingzhou City seems a bit insignificant.

He got off the ferry with the carriage, and suddenly sensed that something was wrong, so he hurriedly drove the horse and galloped. The gate of Longyuan City was tall and eye-catching, and when he glanced over, it seemed that the gate was about to close.

"Long Yuanwei returns to the city, get out of the way quickly!"

Seeing that the city gate was about to close, Li Eryi had an idea, pulled up the tiger skin of the man in the carriage, and jumped in line to enter the city gate as everyone gave in.
Boom!

The tall city gate was closed heavily, ruthlessly shutting out many people, causing an uproar, but under Long Yuanwei's iron-blooded wrist, no one dared to stop it.

"so close!"

Li Eryi, who was driving the carriage, couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief when he saw it, he hurried forward, at least he dared to close the city gate and enter the city.

But, did the city close so early?

It seems that the sky is not dark yet...

"Not right..."

In the carriage, Wang Jingqi, whose face was still a little pale, seemed to have sensed something, and suddenly lifted the curtain and looked into the distance.

In the battle of Yuanming Valley, he almost died there. He was lucky enough to survive, and then he continued to cultivate until he was able to stand up. He did not go back to Dao City directly, but went to search for the whereabouts of other Long Yuanwei.

When passing through Deyang Mansion, he met Qiu Zhanyu and learned about what happened afterwards.

After hearing that he was going back to Daocheng, Li Eryi insisted on being his groom.

He originally wanted to refuse, but because of Yang Yu's face, he had no choice but to acquiesce, and it was a matter of bringing one more person with him.

"No, not good?!"

Li Eryi's heart 'thumped'.

"Yeah, not good."

Wang Jingqi silently swallowed a burning blood pill, and got out of the car slowly:

"Escape!"

"What, what? Why did you run away?"

Li Eryi was a little dazed.

Then I heard the thunderous sound of horseshoes approaching, and a group of black-clothed swordsmen rode their horses along the long street, galloping towards them with a fierce aura.

"Isn't it?!!"

　Yesterday I asked for leave to go to bed at [-] o'clock, and woke up at [-] o'clock, and half asleep and half awake in the second half of the night. It's hard to adjust my schedule, it's terrible... I will update it.Guaranteed [-] words in two chapters before the first year, [-] words in the first and second grades of junior high school, and added it after the year.There are old and young, and this year is really busy.

　
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