The first cause of all realms

Chapter 561 Take a step back, the sea and the sky will be brighter, and you will not retreat!
Boom!

In the mountains and forests on a rainy night, the scorching light and heat spread layer by layer, like a layer of light shield, isolating the large areas of rainwater.

At the cliff, several people looked intently.

I saw the boulder slipping down and the mud and sand surging. After a while, accompanied by a mournful and desperate roar of unwillingness, the collision stopped.

A burly man about nine feet tall, holding a huge tiger upside down by the back of the neck, went up the cliff.

The faces of the people on the cliff trembled, and they couldn't help taking a few steps back, only then did they remember the ceremony:
"I'll see you later, Master Nie!"

Nie Longtian, the first family of the gods, the great elder of the Nie family, and the head of the three major priests of the imperial court, was promoted to the rank of martial saint 17 years ago.

It is the nightmare of all masters of the six doors...

"This thief is really changing at will! For a dao fruit, I licked my face and became a court enshrinement for decades. How can there be such a beast?"

As soon as the big man threw it away, the vicious tiger, which was still nearly twice as big as an ordinary tiger, fell to the ground with a dull sound.

"Is there a law of the king, is there a law of heaven?"

"Master, uncle..."

"Mother Gan Lin!"

Before Meng Hanguang went up to greet him, the big man slapped him with a backhand, hitting him heavily into the mud:
"I passed all the dragon sticks to you, and you lost them? And you were beaten up like this by a little loach from Qingzhou?! Are you a pig?!"

"puff!"

Meng Hanguang didn't dare to resist, he took a slap out of ten out of ten, only to feel his ears buzzing, the blood surged up against him, and his spine was a little dislocated.

"Maggot! You are worse than a maggot!"

Before Nie Longtian was about to get angry, he raised his palm like King Kong several times, but still suppressed his anger:

"Tell me, how did you lose? Let your uncle open his eyes and see how our contemporary disciple of the 'East Gate' was beaten like a dog!"

Meng Hanguang stood up with a wry smile, glanced at the trembling subordinates, before he could speak, Nie Longtian stared back:

"Shameful things, you did it, and you are afraid of being heard?!"

"Uncle Master..."

Meng Hanguang didn't refute, but just told the whole story as briefly as possible.

"Mother Gan Lin!"

Hearing this, Nie Longtian became angry, and slapped Meng Hanguang again, stunned:

"You guys are almost four hundred years old together, and you were crushed by a little miscellaneous hair under thirty?! I challenged Henry Zhang back then, and I never lost so badly!"

"puff!"

Meng Hanguang spat out blood expressionlessly, didn't get up, and didn't wipe it off:
"Uncle, the master is dead, but the disciple is still not old-fashioned. I remember when you..."

"Fuck Linniang's egg!"

Nie Longtian glared at him fiercely, his anger still lingering:
"I happen to be going to the Northwest Road, if that kid is not as arrogant as you said, don't blame me for skinning you!"

call!
The summer rain is not considered cool at all, but the few of them couldn't help but shudder. The one in front of them has really been skinned...

"Master Uncle is going to the Northwest Road, I'm afraid he doesn't want to vent his anger for the disciple?"

Meng Hanguang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Your Majesty is going out of Beijing to play. Although he doesn't want to talk to you, he gave you enough. I just heard that you were beaten and disabled, so I just stopped by to have a look."

"Your Majesty really wants to personally conquest?!"

Meng Hanguang's expression changed, and the other six-door masters were also quite surprised. Isn't this a rumor?
Is it true?
"That old boy probably has other schemes, but it has nothing to do with me. The price is enough and the time is just right. Once you go, you go once."

Nie Longtian clasped his hands, and his clothes were thrown back:

"It's just right, let me have a look too, is it a dragon or a worm that crawled out of that bitter cold place!"

……

……

The bright moonlight flows down the city wall.

Under the moonlight, a wine table was set up in the small courtyard. Qin Si cooked the kitchen herself and cooked a table of vegetarian dishes, while Yang Jue brought a jar of old wine.

Yulong Temple does not belong to the orthodox Taoism, and the Taoist man of truth is self-denying, but he does not force his disciples. Therefore, Yulong Temple can't help but drink alcohol and marry.

Lin Daoren no longer had the aloofness and aloofness of the past, his eyes turned red several times in front of his teacher, and even wanted to kneel down to thank him, but was stopped by Yang Qiu.

"Xiao Linzi, your temper is too rigid, which allows you to advance in martial arts by leaps and bounds, but it also makes you unconsciously go to the rough road..."

The complexion of the old man is much better than before, his whole face is radiant, his white hair has turned black, and he is no longer the gloomy before, but has the vitality of a towering old tree.

Looking at his only remaining little disciple, he reprimanded him in a deep voice.

The reason why he held on to this breath was to wait for Daoren Lin to come back, because he was well aware of this little disciple's temper.

Without my own confession, I am afraid that I will become a demon heretic.

"That's what the teacher taught."

Lin Daoren bowed his head and listened, enjoying being reprimanded by the teacher, all the hostility in his heart was gone for a moment, and he felt peaceful and peaceful, and the old wounds that hadn't healed for many years were also suppressed.

"I just hope you remember it in your heart."

The old Taoist sighed inwardly, but he didn't reprimand him much, instead he stood up and bowed to Warden Yang:
"Little life, little friend, worry about it."

"The kindness of your old guidance, the younger generation will remember it in my heart."

Yang prison refused to accept it.

"One yard is one yard, your talent is excellent, the old way is just icing on the cake, but you really saved the life of the poor..."

The old Taoist insisted on worshiping, but Yang Jue just avoided it.

Lin Daoren also stood up, thanking him on behalf of his teacher.

Zhao Kun had no choice but to thank him as well.

While several people were rejecting each other and arguing, Qin Si came over with a plate and intervened with a smile:
"Father Master, this dish is learned from other places by the disciples, and it is called 'Patriotism is rewarding'. Please taste and give pointers."

"What comes after all the hardships? A good name, a good name."

The old Taoist sat down with a smile, although he was still dying, but without the pain to the bone, he was naturally in a good mood.

He took a sip and tasted it, then nodded immediately:
"Not bad, not bad! Xiao Si's skill is no worse than that of the chefs in Liuhe Building, and it has a special taste, good!"

"Brother Yang, Master Uncle, Master Uncle, you should try it too."

Qin Si wiped the sweat from her forehead, feeling an indescribable peace and joy in her heart.

Although I already have a choice in my heart, who doesn't want it, the elders agree, what about blessings?
Yang Yu smiled, knowing what she was thinking, and invited a few people to taste it, mainly Lin Daoren.

He actually didn't have a good impression of this person, but just because he picked Qin Si back from the dead, he would accept this no matter what.

He was also pulled back from the brink of life and death by the old man, how could he not know how important this kindness is?
He couldn't let go, so how could he have the heart for Qin Si to choose between the two?
"Ah."

Lin Daoren muffled back.

He guessed something about the thoughts of his little daughter's family, although he still felt a little awkward in his heart, but at this moment, he couldn't say anything.

This is too big.

The cups were mixed, Zhao Kun was the most open at the wine table, he is not a talented person, he has been burdened by heavy burdens all these years, and his heart is very depressed.

By this time, the burden was finally gone, and not long after, he was already drunk and unconscious.

Maybe it was because of the feeling of letting go, or maybe because of the drunkenness, Lin Daoren no longer cherished words like gold, and took the initiative to ask about the northwest city of Yang prison.

Yang prison didn't hide it either, starting from Yanzhou until before entering the city.

"Ma Longtu, Henry Zhang, Monk Xujing..."

Lin Daoren was slightly moved, and the cup fell down. Looking at the young man in front of him, he finally let go:
"The me back then was not as good as you..."

"Senior is overly humble, and junior is only blessed with supernatural powers. When it comes to martial arts, it is far from enough."

Yang Ju also dropped his cup.

The two had a conversation, and the old man only smiled slightly, but Qin Si felt very happy and got up to pour wine for the two of them.

The previous hostility seemed to dissipate with a banquet.

After several hours, when the sky was getting brighter, Lin Daoren, who hadn't deliberately tried to drive away the alcohol, finally passed out and staggered back to his room.

"Cloud mud is here."

The old man spoke.

"Taoist Yunni..."

Yang Yu nodded.

The radiating range of the book of life and death is bounded by the land he occupies as the center and hundreds of miles away. If Taoist Yunni does not enter this boundary, he will naturally not be aware of it.

But he wasn't surprised either.

Daoist Yunni was already faintly known as the teacher of the state, and Fu Shui Temple was almost on the same day as the state, so it was reasonable that he would come.

"Although the imperial court's arrest warrant has been circulated widely, in the final analysis, it's just that you offended the emperor, and he issued it out of anger, so it may not be true that he will strangle you with great fanfare..."

The old man sighed:

"Even if you occupied Yanzhou before, in fact, few people would really think you were rebellious, but you, occupied the Northwest Dao City..."

Excluding the Wanlong Road where the gods are located, there are only nine Dao in the Ming Dynasty, and the Northwest Dao is also rich in war horses and black iron, which is not inferior to Longyuan in the slightest.

Such an action, in the eyes of the court, is far greater than insulting the emperor.

"Patriarch, Taoist Yunni, is he really going to arrest Brother Yang?"

Qin Si was a little nervous.

Her martial arts is actually not very high, even if she has been taught by the Taoist Mantra for half a year, it is hard to say that she is great.

But after all, she has read Dao Zang thoroughly, and she has Dao fruit in her body, and she is too clear about the means of the "Ten Capitals" strongman who stepped forward in four steps.

In particular, Taoist Yunni's supernatural power is the 'God Talisman Book'...

"It's not just Taoist Yunni, I'm afraid there are quite a few court masters gathered in the Northwest Road at this time, the reason why they don't do anything is probably waiting for Yunni, and he..."

The old man drank a cup of tea:
"He is waiting for the old man to die."

Yang Ju was silent, surprised but not afraid.

Naturally, he was well aware of the possible pursuit by the imperial court, and he also had a faint perception. Therefore, he would occupy the Northwest Dao City as quickly as possible.

With one land as the foundation, coupled with the ghost baby and his own lifespan, even if the Martial Saint came in person, he could exchange it for one.

"The old Taoist has six months to live. During this period, unless Xuanba comes personally, neither Yunni nor Nie Longtian will dare to step into the Northwest City..."

The mantra strokes the long beard, plain but confident.

"If the two of you arrive together..."

Hearing the words 'Nie Longtian', Yang Jue's heart sank suddenly, his eyes were hot, and he faintly sensed something...

"This old man is about to die, what's the difference between one or two? Naturally, they won't be willing to change their lives with this old man."

The old man smiled, and didn't get too entangled in this topic, but looked at Qin Si with a gloomy expression:
"Xiao Si, don't tell your master and uncle these things. During these six months, you can just take advantage of this city's luck to complete the ceremony.

After that, it is probably enough to heal your master uncle..."

Qin Si bowed her head sadly and responded.

"After June, the old Taoist will go out of the city. At that time, there will be Lao Yang Xiaoyou to take care of the little Si. You don't have to compete with them for a while. Let's endure it for 50 years.

Fifty years later, the imperial court will inevitably fall apart. At that time, no matter whether you start a sect or establish a faction, or raise an army to rebuild the world, no one will be able to stop you! "

Looking at Yang Yu, the Taoist man of truth was solemn, and at the end, he sighed again:
"If the old man can live another 20 years, it will be different..."

If it weren't for this moment, the truth would be unwilling to say these words.

Going down to Yanzhou, Master Zhan, and the King of Zhenxibei, taking one lightly, Yang Prison already has a bit of power in his body, and the martial arts master has great power. If he works hard, he can cross that threshold in 20 years.

Retiring is good in every way, but after all, you will sink for 30 years.

"Senior's kindness, this junior appreciates it. But since Yang has come, he won't retreat..."

Yang Ju shook his head, but he made up his mind:
"Senior, have you heard of ginseng fruit..."

　Continue to code words, good night everyone.The promised three more will not be less!Ask for a monthly ticket, it’s the last time to double...

　
(End of this chapter)