The first cause of all realms

Chapter 390: Sitting on a Tiger Skin in White Clothes!
Yang Qiu's five senses are astonishing, the sound of mosquitoes and flies hundreds of feet away can be heard like thunder, not to mention the ravings of the beautiful woman stuck to his chest.

He scolded Zhang Longfu many times in his heart, but he didn't pretend that he didn't hear him, and answered calmly, talking about the cause and effect of this matter.

"Okay!"

After Yang Yu said a few words, Qin Si hadn't spoken yet, but Zhao Kun, who was still somewhat relieved, cried out:

"I didn't expect it! You look upright, like a cold rock, but you are still a flirtatious child!"

"What nonsense?"

Yang Yu stared.

With his current state of mind and physique, coupled with the lingering prestige of killing Yuan Fei, Zhao Kun suddenly felt cold water poured on him, and couldn't help shivering.

But at this moment, how could he be afraid, and stared back with his neck straightened.

"Uncle, please calm down."

Qin Si tidied her slightly messy hair, and got up from Yang Qiu's arms blushing.

"Unload the mill and kill the donkey?!"

Zhao Kun only felt tightness in his chest.

"You drink tea first."

Qin Si hurriedly poured tea and water for him, asked him to sit down, and tried to comfort him a few words.

"In Changliu Mountain, Duan Qilong is aggressive. Also, your master uncle is watching out, and the elder is dedicated to protecting it. I can't drag him to fight with the two great masters..."

Yang Jue was still talking about the ins and outs, and after a pause, he said:

"Later, Longyuan changed suddenly, and the commander was in trouble. At that time, I refused to admit it, but I couldn't say anything."

Yang Qiu is very calm, and he will not hide anything at this stall.

"The words are so..."

Zhao Kun's face softened slightly, but he was still a little uneasy.

Qin Si went down the mountain this time, no matter what he thought in his heart, he was really an evil uncle, and if he was abandoned by others, he would not dare to think about it...

"Commander Yu is obsessed with martial arts and has never paid attention to the matter of men and women. Before, he reluctantly agreed. First, he wanted to exonerate me. Second, he also wanted to get rid of the pressure of marriage at home."

Qin Si lowered her head and played with the corner of her clothes, but Yang Qiu knew what she was thinking and solved her doubts.

Whether in the past life or in this life, he has never experienced the relationship between men and women, but since he has accepted Qin Si's wishes, he will not be half-hearted.

"So, you have no personal relationship with that commander?"

Zhao Kun asked.

He couldn't help but ask about the details, compared to the little princess whose martial arts, talent, status, and background are all top in the world, Qin Si is still the wanted Yulongguan remnant, so he really has no advantage.

Even if Longyuan changes suddenly at this time, a princess who has become an undefeated Tiangang is still an existence that no one dares to touch, and is more noble than the son of the world.

Thinking back to the fiery woman holding a glamorous saw, Yang Qiu shook his head:
"If the commander is thinking about me, it will probably only be thinking about fighting."

"If that's the case, that's fine."

Zhao Kun breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Qin Si just said: "Yang, brother Yang, did the princess really pass on the secrets of the real life passed down to you?"

Her mind is intelligent and sensitive, but she is also a little surprised, if it is not for her good feelings, which woman would pass on the secret knowledge of her family to others, and she even almost fell into the clan's mansion for this.

Could it be that he is really a fool?
"It's a long story, but no matter how I say it, I owe her a lot."

Yang Jue sighed slightly, unable to refute.

No matter Qinglong Nine Kills or Undefeated Tiangang, he really got it from Yu Fengxian, and she agreed to get married, which really helped him out.

"If you owe others, you have to pay them back."

Qin Si boldly grasped the big generous hand, although she was shy, she was very bold.

Yang Ju lowered his head and saw that her face was like a morning star, her face was flushed, and her face became more beautiful. He couldn't help feeling hot in his heart, and he held the catkin back, and said in a gentle voice:
"it is good!"

"Okay, let's talk."

As the two talked one by one, Zhao Kun suddenly felt that the tea in his hand was tasteless, so he took a sip of the tea and got up to leave. Before leaving the room, he glanced at Qin Si:
"No matter what, uncle is still uncle, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he looked gloomy and closed the door.

"Uncle Master..."

Qin Si's eyes were slightly red.

It was the uncle who picked her up from the dead, but it was this uncle who brought her up since she was a child.

"Lin Daoren..."

Yang Ju knew what she was thinking, but he was also a little silent, just wiped the corners of her eyes for her.

He naturally didn't have a good impression of Lin Daoren, but it was Qin Si's sect after all, and she had her emotional sustenance.

Just as he was unwilling to worship the Jade Dragon Temple, Qin Si would not be willing to leave either.

After a moment of silence, Qin Si looked up at him:

"Brother Yang, I still have to go back. I have to explain to my uncle. My uncle loved me very much when I was young. I..."

"You can't convince him."

Yang Ji shook his head:

"He is no longer the former Lin Daoren."

His understanding of Lin Daoren was naturally inferior to Qin Si's. However, based on the extraordinary importance he attached to Li Chuang, he knew very clearly what Lin Daoren's purpose was.

"I know, but if I don't go back, my uncle, I'm afraid I will..."

Qin Si's expression was a little gloomy.

She absolutely does not want to have anything to do with that so-called Li Chuang, but how can she easily abandon her sect and elders who have grown up in art?
Jade Dragon Temple, Lin Daoren...

Truth talker? !
Yang Jue recalled all kinds of things about the Jade Dragon Temple in his heart, and suddenly remembered the scenes he saw when refining the human skin scroll, his eyes suddenly moved:
"Perhaps, it may not necessarily be impossible to convince him..."

"what?"

Qin Si was puzzled, and immediately exclaimed: "This is it?"

"Remember when we first met?"

Yang Ju shook the human skin scroll lightly:
"Although there was heavy rain that night, my five senses are superhuman. Even though the distance is far, I can also hear your conversation. You said that you once noticed the breath of your ancestor in me..."

"So you really heard it? Yes, the aura of the Patriarch lies in this... skin?"

There were water waves in Qin Si's eyes, and she felt the vibration of her inner breath.

Jade Dragon Temple has seven inheritances, but among her peers, she is the only one who has learned the 'Mantra' of the ancestor's line.

This internal refining technique did not appear to be very powerful, but she could sense someone who also practiced this mantra, and her eyes widened at this moment.

On this human skin scroll, it is the breath of her family's patriarch, the man of truth.

Involuntarily, I reached out to touch it.

"This skin..."

Yang prison didn't even finish his sentence, a sudden change occurred.

The human skin moved like a 'crash' without the wind, and a faint but extremely pure golden light overflowed!

This is no longer golden light, it is extremely condensed and overflows slowly, like melting golden water and falling golden sand, it is really as real as it is!

"Such a powerful true energy?!"

Now, Yang Jue was a little moved.

He didn't even notice this ray of true energy, and it seemed that he had sensed Qin Si's inner breath before there was a change.

So……

"Truth talker?!"

Yang Yu's heart was shocked, and before he could react, the overflowing golden qi had already entered Qin Si's palm. The latter groaned and almost fainted.

He stretched out his hand to hug Qin Si, glanced away from the corner of his eye, and saw golden words jumping out of the human skin scroll.

Like living soldiers, they are gathering and arraying.

This is……

Yang Jue's eyes froze, and he saw the four big characters in front of his head, like a general leading an army, full of excitement.

"Not bad golden body!"

……

……

Whoosh!

The golden eagle pierced through the sky like an arrow, and went all the way west with the sound of chirping from time to time, over many mountains and rivers, and landed at the border of Baizhou.

Longyuan Road is located at the junction of the three countries, and the three prefectures in the territory are all border passes. Among them, Qingzhou Tianlang Pass, which is adjacent to Liuji Mountain, is the most important. After that, it is the "according to the enemy" and "blocking the mountain" of the two states of Yunbai Second pass.

In the evening, the clouds in the sky seemed to be burning, and an unknown banquet was being held in the middle of the mountain pass.

Behind the beautiful woman who still has the charm is Yu Lingxian who is covering her face with a silk scarf. Her face is stern, but she is looking around from the corner of her eye.

Baizhou has always been rich, and the general Fang Zhenghao stationed at Lanshan Pass is also very rich in Baizhou. Although he didn't have the guts to reward the three armies on his behalf, the pass is still very lively, not inferior to Qingzhou City.

The soldiers patrolling back and forth are full of energy and blood, and they are very elite.

"The teaching is actually related to Fang Zhenghao?"

Yu Lingxian frowned slightly, a little surprised.

The Liansheng Cult radiates across the world, and no one knows how many followers there are. However, Fang Zhenghao is a great master in charge of a state's frontier army.

Such a character, there are not many people in the church who can stabilize him. What kind of promise can make him tempted?
Thinking of what she saw along the way, the sergeant who was preparing for battle, she felt a little dignified in her heart.

"Lingxian, don't think wildly."

Suddenly, a cold voice rang in her ears.

Yu Lingxian immediately restrained her thoughts and nodded in agreement.

The saintesses of the Liansheng sect changed their careers, and this one in front of her was one of the saintesses from six or seventy years ago. Her name was Yan Xi, and she was sent by the general altar after knowing that the Qingzhou stronghold had been abolished.

In a few months, thousands of strongholds on Longyuan Road have been integrated, and all kinds of expatriate experts have been overwhelmed.

"The 'Wan Miao Root Sutra' is the best at peeking into people's minds, and you will be penetrated by them whenever your distracting thoughts fly."

While Yan Xi was speaking, she paused and stopped in front of a hidden manor.

squeak ~
The courtyard door opened, and two lines of servants bowed to welcome them.

"Elder Yan came from afar to work hard, please come to the banquet!"

"To make a mystery..."

Yan Xi sneered, without any fear, she stepped into the manor, Yu Lingxian followed suit, glanced at the middle-aged man from the corner of her eye, feeling dignified.

Fang Zhenghao was undoubtedly the most special of the three generals stationed at the border.

It is different from Wei Zhengxian who showed his sharpness in the past, and also different from Lin Qitian's low-key. Although he is a military strategist, he learns from Confucianism and establishes a college in Banshan Pass.

In name, it is for the enlightenment of the soldiers in the army. In fact, his family has a great career, and he does not hesitate to use pills and martial arts, and there is another elite from the state to choose from.

The dark forces are only afraid...

Walking through the heavily guarded manor, there is a huge square in front of you.

On the huge square, there were hundreds of people, and the heat from the wine and food was like a cloud.

Sweeping across the square from the corner of the eye, Yu Lingxian's breathing became stagnant.

Master!

All are masters!
At a glance, there are as many as dozens of leaders of the major forces who can be named by her!

Dressed in white, the majestic middle-aged man of about eight feet, he sat on a throne covered with tiger skin with a big horse and a golden knife, looking around, like the sun watching the stars.

He didn't say a word, but he had an unshakable awe-inspiring aura that towered in front of him like mountains.

　Continue to code words... a little later and more stable.This year is over, and it will start at three o'clock tomorrow.

　
(End of this chapter)