The first cause of all realms

Chapter 380: Bamboo Stick Straw Shoes Are Lighter Than Horses, Who's Afraid? (Second more)

He exhaled in one breath and died.

"Is it the way to die?"

Yang Yu stood in front of him quietly, with a calm expression, and did not intervene, allowing him to save the last bit of face, and was also waiting for the Zijin Tunsha Gourd to absorb the scattered fate.

The fate of any martial artist who has cultivated to the level of a master is not trivial, and talent, root, aura, and chance are all indispensable.

Canghai Great Sword Master is no exception.

The Baibu Flying Sword, which no one in Qixuanmen has comprehended for 400 years, was first comprehended by an outsider.

With a glance, Yang Jian caught a glimpse of one of them.

[Weapon Master (Light Red): If you are passionate about swords, you will use them without restraint. If you are obsessed with swords, you must be one of them.There are thousands of weapons, if you choose one and cultivate it, you will succeed in it. 】

"A weapon master."

Yang Ju's heart moved slightly, he had seen this kind of fate again.

However, whether it is useful to you or not, you still have to try it slowly.

boom!
He tapped his foot lightly, and the strength overflowed, and the flying sword that was submerged in the ground flew up, and he held it in his hand. Counting the ones he just got, he had two blows of the flying sword.

Of course, this kind of flying sword is not the one in the legend, but it is also a spiritual sword, comparable to ordinary weapons.

dead, dead? !
In the alleyway in the distance, Lurui poked her head out, looked at the ruins and corpses, and couldn't help but gasp.

This is the master!
Canghai Great Sword Master is one of the nine great masters of Longyuan City. Although he is not as famous as the four commanders of Longyuanwei who are only one step away from being promoted to the Grand Master, such as 'Yu Fangzhou' and 'Nanshan Ba', he is also well-known. characters.

Even the crown prince and princess had to give some face to someone who just died like this?
"The martial arts of Junma Ye is probably higher than that of the princess!"

The little servant girl's eyes were full of awe, but she felt a little unbelievable in her heart.

She still remembers when she first met, the Jun Ma Ye was just a rising star who had just joined Jinyiwei, and his martial arts were not much better than her own.

It's been three years, and I've naturally made some progress, but in comparison...

What was more shocking than her was the leader of a team of yamen servants who rushed over.

It was a young man with a weathered face, quite dark, with a simple and honest face. At this moment, his face was full of shock: "This, this..."

Zhu Shisan's heart was beating like a drum, looking at the ground that looked like ruins, and his "colleagues" back then, his heart was extremely complicated for a while.

After a few years, he went higher and farther, and I, relying on his shadow, became a foreman of the yamen...

"Yang, Yang..."

He wanted to say hello, but for some reason he was a little timid, and his voice was much lower.

"Thirteen, did you just come back?"

Yang Qiu greeted him with a smile. After not seeing him for several years, Zhu Shisan also faded from his innocence, and just like his wish back then, he successfully became a regular.

"Little prison."

Xu Shi saw that Yang Prison's attitude had not changed, Zhu Shisan felt a little calm, and also smiled: "Yes, I went to Qingzhou to escort the prisoners a few years ago, and I just came back..."

Heishan is quite far from Qingzhou City, without horses, it would take a year to come and go, even with dragon horses, it would take more than a month to stay around day and night.

Of course, if there are spirit birds instead of transportation, it can be greatly shortened.

"This person's martial arts are too high, and I couldn't keep my hand. He destroyed a lot of houses. Later, you can help me compensate for the money..."

Yang prison handed over the bank note.

Canghai Great Sword Master is a master-level master after all, even if he knows his weaknesses deeply, he can't keep his hand, so he just moved to the deserted urban area of ​​the outer city as much as possible.

"No, no need."

Zhu Shisan waved his hands again and again.

This place is located in the alleyway that was blocked because of the "plague" three years ago. Although it was fine later, there were no people living there.

“Isn’t it always money to build roads?”

Stuffing the banknote into his hand, Yang Jue felt a little headache. On the other side of the street, his mother-in-law rushed over, and she probably saw him making a move...

"That's fine, I'll give you the rest of the money later."

Zhu Shisan didn't refuse anymore, and seemed to have sensed the hurried footsteps, so he said goodbye.

Yang Ju felt a little sentimental.

When they were both yamen servants, they couldn't talk about everything, but they had a good relationship, but now, they are much strangers.

"Little Prison!"

In the distance, the voice of the old man has been heard.

"Go and help clean up."

Glancing at the bewildered little maid, Yang Jue sighed and went up to meet her.

Dealing with mother-in-law is no easier than dealing with the sea.

After finally persuading her old man to go back, Yang Qiang almost sweated, and the old man didn't go anywhere easily, and he complained a lot.

"...That's the thing. If people want to kill me, I can't sit still."

Back in the room, under the old man's repeated questioning, Yang Qian had no choice but to recount what happened these days, only slightly skipping over it.

The old man paced back and forth, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence:
"Then what should I do?"

He is a little numb.

As an authentic old soldier, the biggest officials he has ever met in his life, that is, the county magistrate, and the palace master are all big figures who cannot be reached.

And his own boy not only slaughtered a state lord, but also offended the prince of the royal family who was very likely to succeed to the throne. Such a thing was really beyond his imagination.

Yang Ju's expression remained the same: "At least you can't wait to be killed."

"Being favored by others is to repay, but if we really can't beat it, let's run away, no shame."

The old man sighed again and again, his wrinkles became sad, he held Yang Qiu's hand, nervous and worried:

"As long as you are fine, we don't want the land god..."

"What you said is, if you really can't beat it, let's run."

The old man's hands were a little cold, Yang Qiu comforted him a few words, and talked about the God of Land.

"I knew I didn't want this stuff."

The old man was a little annoyed:
"I thought I could help you, but who knows..."

The old man didn't hide anything, and told about the changes after refining the land god. The land god is rooted in the land. Once the god is planted, it is difficult to change it.

The conditions are harsh, but the benefits are also great.

As long as he is in a place shrouded by the gods, anyone can feel his killing intent, and he can gather aura, nourish fertile fields, and cultivate medicinal materials.

"What is 'reiki', the old man hasn't figured it out yet..."

The old man was a little troubled.

"The god position must not be discarded!"

Yang Ju's expression was serious.

He still can't see the fate of the old man until now, but he can predict that the luck of the old man is extremely amazing.

But the flow of luck will not always favor a certain person. According to his research on fate and luck, he can vaguely guess that once luck is frustrated, it will speed up.

The value of the land god is extremely high, and it is also connected with the old man's luck. If he abandons it, he is afraid that it will flourish and decline.

"The old man is not very capable, and he can't help you with anything..."

The old man's expression was gloomy, and he felt a little self-pity and heartache in his heart. For the first time in his life, he secretly hated his lack of ability.

If I had talent, how could my child be bullied like this...

Seeing that the old man was depressed, Yang Qiu realized that he could no longer pressurize him, so he pretended to be relaxed and said:

"Things are not that bad. That Mr. Xu and I have a half-teacher friendship, at worst, let's go to him!"

As he said that, his heart also moved. He suddenly remembered Xu Wenji's words when he was parting. Could this old man have expected today?
At this thought, he suddenly felt that it was possible.

I can clearly see the chaos in Qingzhou and even Longyuan Dao. It is impossible for someone who is Xu Wenji to do things so carefully not to see it.

Maybe, he has the means?

"Master Xu?"

Hearing the name of 'Xu Wenji', the old man felt a little relieved. He is not well-informed, but Qingzhou is adjacent to Yunzhou, so there are many storytellers talking about the deeds of this veteran of the two dynasties.

"What about the eldest son of King Longyuan? Mr. Xu is the elder of the two dynasties, and he is a very important man."

Of course Yang Qiu knew how to coax the old man, and with just a few words, the old man relaxed his mind.

"That's right, Master Xu is a rare good official, let's go and join him."

The old man nodded repeatedly.

"You're fine, that's all. As for the rest, you don't have to worry about it."

Yang Qian comforted the old man, got up and went out of the house.

"Be careful, if it doesn't work, let's run."

The old man chased him out, knowing that it was time to part again, he was a little bit reluctant and sad.

"Don't worry, if my mother-in-law asks, you can just say that I am traveling."

Farewell to the old man, without disturbing his mother-in-law, Yang Qian went out quietly, took the black dog with him, but with a slight thought, he summoned the living dead.

After many days of recuperation, the living dead had already returned to full strength, and the rekindled furnace was full of blood. With his current intentions, he could not only fight against the master, but at least be able to fight or retreat.

Leaving the living dead just in case, Yang Jian was still a little worried, and told Xiao Wu and Jin Yiwei, who was secretly protecting him, to be more vigilant before they left the lane.

"Black Mountain City..."

Walking slowly in the streets and alleys, with the sound of street vendors hawking in his ears, Yang Jian realized that he hadn't been shopping like this for a long time.

In the past few years, he has been running around and practicing. When he rarely has free time, he often buys things with a strong purpose when he goes out, and then returns in a hurry.

Heishan City didn't have any good things to buy and sell, but he left with relish.

In Weihe's martial arts gym, the old man was still chattering with his disciples, seeing Yang Jian, his whole face was very radiant, and pulling him was like reprimanding his disciples.

Yang Jue also let him go. In the end, he left behind his improved beheading sword technique and a few trouble-free martial arts before bidding farewell to Weihe.

At the gate of the city, Wang Wu, who had only one arm, leaned against the gate, and was amazed when he saw Yang Jian:

"Good boy, I haven't seen you in a few years, but the martial arts have reached this level, it's amazing, amazing!"

"Why, do you want to teach you two hands?"

Yang Yu smiled.

"Get out! Don't even try to take advantage of Fifth Master."

Wang Wu scolded with a smile, and asked about the ins and outs. After hearing Yang Jue's few words, the smile on his face disappeared.

"Aristocratic families, royal nobles, masters of the way."

He sighed:

"Aren't you afraid?"

At this time, the sun was setting on the western mountain, the setting sun was like blood, and the clouds in the sky seemed to be on fire. Yang Jue watched from afar, and suddenly smiled:
"Fifth Master, if we go, we will really be famous all over the world!"

　Good night everyone, Gouzi continues to code.Three more.

　
(End of this chapter)