The first cause of all realms

Chapter 40 The ninth floor!
hum~
It seemed that Huang Zhong Dalu sounded in his mind, and after a moment of trance, blurred and jumping lights and shadows unfolded in front of his eyes like a carousel.

Small courtyard, locust tree, old monkey, ghost-headed sword, and one old and one young.

The time quickly pulled in, and in a trance, Yang Qiu only felt that he was in the scene, as if he had entered the light and shadow.

He looked up, and although there were slight differences, he still recognized that this small courtyard was the small courtyard where Wei He lived.

At this moment, the small courtyard is empty, only one old and one young.

The old man has chicken skin and white hair, and he is getting old. The young man is limping, his face is full of weather, and he doesn't seem to be young anymore.

"That's it, old man Wei?"

Yang Jue recognized the boy kneeling on the ground as Wei He when he was young.

The old man said: "I called you back, do you have any complaints?"

"Father calls, how dare you complain?"

Wei He replied blankly.

"Don't dare? That's it." The old man was dumb.

Wei He pursed his lips and remained silent.

Returning to the small border city from the bustling Qingzhou, he has seen the vastness of the world, how could he be willing to come back, even if he was covered in bruises outside.

"Have you been there for many years, have you ever increased your knowledge, have you gained anything?"

The old man was sitting upright, rubbing his hands together and holding the ghost-headed sword in his arms.

Wei He lowered his head, expressionless:

"Qingzhou has a vast land and rich resources, endless prosperity, Qingzhou's army is strong and strong, there are countless people who have exchanged blood, and there are countless people with better talents than me."

"Although the Qingzhou Army is strong, what is it?"

The old man suddenly sneered: "Do you know that the Ming Dynasty's 'father dies for son' system was first established for whom was the Taizu?"

Wei He's body shook, and he suddenly raised his head: "Jin Yiwei?!"

"Not bad!"

The old man nodded and said: "Father, he is the Jinyiwei stationed in Qingzhou, Shunde Mansion, and Heishan County of the Ming Dynasty!"

"Jinyiwei?!"

Listening to the conversation between the father and son, Yang Jue couldn't help being shocked.

Of course he knew the name of Jin Yiwei.

In the mouths of Li Eryi and even storytellers all over the world, whenever the court is mentioned, it must have the shadow of this mysterious violent institution.

According to legend, Jinyiwei was established at the beginning of the founding of the Ming Dynasty. It was established by the great ancestor of the Ming Dynasty himself.

But he didn't think, Wei He was Jin Yiwei?

After being shocked, Yang Qiu became more and more curious about the conversation between the father and son.

The old man seemed to be dying soon, and he told all the matters, without writing, only dictating.

Wei He recovered from the shock, did not dare to be negligent, and carefully wrote it down. After an unknown amount of time, the old man exhaled in one breath, and his face was extremely ashen.

"Jin Yiwei, the father dies and the son replaces it, and it is passed down from generation to generation. Although the father is about to die, one day, His Majesty will restore Jin Yi..."

Bracing himself, the old man handed the ghost-headed sword in his arms to Wei He:

"This knife must be kept safe. It is not only a status symbol for you and me, but also contains the advanced martial arts of Jin Yiwei..."

Wei He took the knife, and before he had time to take another look, he saw the old man's aura fell to the bottom of the valley, and he was silent.

"Father!"

Amidst Wei He's shrill cry, light and shadow shattered.

In the gloomy and dull cauldron of gluttony, Yang Ju was in a trance for a while before digesting the secrets he heard one by one.

Then, he looked at the ghost-headed sword in his hand.

After thorough refinement, there was no red light on the big knife, but with a glance, Yang Jue noticed something strange.

The densely packed characters spread all over the blade like patterns.

"Is this what the old man called 'advanced martial arts'?"

Yang prison took a closer look.

"Ghost? Kui? Bit? Picture?"

Yang Ju was stunned for a while, what kind of scripture is this?
This writing is writing, but what kind of writing it is, he doesn't recognize most of the writing on it, only a few of them.

After a while, Yang Juan put down the ghost sword and looked at You Shen Dingbi:
[Blood exchange: progress (38/100) second blood exchange]

[Mother Wants Er Convincing Record: Progress (23/100) Third Floor]

[Iron crotch skill: progress (16/100) second floor]

[Windstep: Progress (39/100) third floor]

[Tiger Grappler: Progress (11/100) Level [-]]

[Sword beheading: progress (99/100) ninth floor]

Practicing martial arts internally and externally is limited by the level of blood exchange, even if it has already reached the third level of the wind step, it cannot go further.

But this "beheading" style has advanced all the way to the ninth floor by leaps and bounds!
This is not Wei He's realm, nor his father's or his ancestors' realm, but the sum of their three generations' experience in practicing swords!
It was the result of Yang Jue standing on their shoulders and swinging his sword countless times.

……

Open the window, the sky is just getting bright, and the sky is still full of stars.

Holding the waist knife in his hand, Yang Jue felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, which made him tremble uncontrollably.

It's as if the old gourmet sees the delicacies, and the evil spirits in the wine can see the fine wine of jade dew.

"Beheading knife, ninth floor!"

Suppressing the urge to scream, Yang Jue had a touch of satisfaction on his face.

The improvement of the sword technique will not make his strength and physique undergo a rapid transformation, but the internal improvement seems to be better than the external improvement.

Call ~
The cold wind hangs down the yellow leaves on the eaves, drifting down.

Yang Ju narrowed his eyes slightly, without any need for thinking, all directions and objects appeared in front of his eyes a foot in front of him.

Even, at what angle, when to use the knife, what kind of force, speed, what kind of effect will be achieved.

All emerged in his mind.

Yang Qiu just stood quietly in front of the window, feeling that the scenery that was commonplace in the past was so vivid and so fascinating.

It wasn't until the sky was bright and his mother-in-law coughed from the next door that he came back to his senses, lit a fire, fetched water, washed rice and cooked.

After finishing everything, I talked to my mother-in-law before going out.

The seven days were up, but the uneasiness in Yang Yu's heart dissipated a lot, replaced by eagerness to try.

The city is already bustling with people coming and going.

Yang Jue walked among the crowd, but he felt uncomfortable, maybe it was the sequelae of rapid refining, or it might be the habit of beheading swordsmanship.

As he was walking, his eyes unconsciously fell on the necks of all the pedestrians who passed by him.

At the same time, thoughts of how to use strength and how to behead from various angles naturally emerged in my heart.

Immersed in this strange state, Yang Qian crossed the street and came to the front of Liu's mansion.

Wang Wu, whose condition has improved a lot, was talking to a group of "Xiangyong" about the precautions for going out of the city this time, when his neck suddenly felt numb.

Turning around subconsciously, seeing Yang Qiang's eyes, his heart trembled unconsciously.

this kid...

"What? Kid, do you want to kill a certain family?"

Wang Wu cursed.

A thought in his mind made him feel extremely absurd and weird:
Never turn your back on this kid!

Yang Jue reluctantly withdrew his gaze, turned his head, and looked at another blood-changing warrior.

That warrior naturally didn't have Wang Wu's sense, and he didn't know that the people behind him had already beheaded him dozens of times in their minds.

"Be careful when entering the mountain this time. Without my permission, no one can act without permission!"

Finally, with a word of warning, Wang Wu turned around and was about to lead a group of people out of the city.

After walking two steps, he seemed to feel something, couldn't help shivering, turned his head and glared at Yang Qiu:

"Go ahead of me!"

……

The cool wind blows the fallen leaves.

The yard is full of green plants, and Liu Wenpeng is holding a chess piece in his hand, and casually looks at the gray-haired Taoist opposite:
"Brother Daoist Guan, it's your turn."

"No more, no more."

Taoist Guan abandoned his son and conceded defeat, shaking his head, "Your Excellency is worthy of being a master of both chess and swords, and the poor Daoist really can't beat you."

"The chess game has not yet reached the point where corruption is beyond control, so why admit defeat?"

Liu Wenpeng smiled slightly and said:

"Just like Montenegro at this time, you only see him in chaos like a quagmire, but I see a chance to get out of the cage."

"Ok?"

Taoist Guan raised his eyebrows, and then sighed: "Aren't you afraid that the corruption will get out of hand?"

"Hehe~"

Liu Wenpeng dropped the chess piece in his hand, wiped his palm with a silk scarf, and said leisurely:

"That's not the case, how can I see my master's methods?"

　good night.

　
(End of this chapter)