The first cause of all realms

Chapter 588 Who is in the Northwest?
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What the biting north wind can't blow away is Qi Shanmin's aggrieved and angry heart.

In the wind and snow, he shouldered one end of the huge bamboo chariot, and the other seven horns were his seven most elite subordinates, as well as Dongxuan Sanren.

"It's only been ten years of retreat, and there is such a remarkable person in the Jianghu..."

On the bamboo chariot, Qi Daoguang sat with a big horse and a golden sword, plus a Fangtian painted halberd, which weighed more than two thousand catties, and the bamboo chariot under pressure creaked and creaked.

"Let's not talk about Youlong, even we were not as good as him back then..."

He touched his chin.

Qi Daoguang naturally does not think that he is inferior to other people. In fact, even though it is 3000 years old, he only admits that he is inferior to the old prince.

But in terms of intelligence, this kid was not only a refugee beggar, but he had only practiced martial arts for ten years.

In contrast, when I was not born, I had taken dozens of top pills including Renyuan Great Pill, Yijinchanggu Pill, and Guiyuan Pill.

With such a huge gap in background, if that kid gets [-]% of his achievements, he can be said to be better than himself...

"What did you say?"

Dongxuan Sanren grinned his teeth, and was furious many times in his heart, but when he noticed that person's gaze, he managed to squeeze out a smile:

"That kid only relies on supernatural powers, how can he compare with you?"

Snapped!
The stellar energy was like a slap in the palm, and it almost took Dongxuan Sanren back.

"What are you, worthy of evaluating us?"

Qi Daoguang glanced at him lightly:
"No more nonsense, I'll take your head off and feed it to the dogs!"

Dongxuan Sanren shuddered, and swallowed his great aggrievedness. He really couldn't afford to offend this person in front of him.

Qi Daoguang, known as Xiaobazun.

He was born in Linlongdao, and his grandfather was the deputy general of Xuanjia Jingqi, the eldest son of the "Qi family" of the big family of Linlongdao.

The Qi family has a long history, and it can even be traced back to thousands of years ago. It once declined, but it also followed Zhang Yuanzhu to conquer the world and returned to its peak.

Up to now, it is also one of the eight great masters in the world.

As the eldest son of the Qi family, Qi Daoguang is the proud son of heaven. Not only is his status noble, but his talent is also top-notch.

According to legend, he was born with a hundred meridians and a hundred orifices, and his understanding was superhuman. He not only realized the essence of Baquan, but also realized the "Bajue Zhengang", "Bawang Spear" and "Bawang Killing Method" from the ordinary martial arts in the Xuanjia Army. These three martial arts are extremely powerful.

Therefore, King Zhao of the Western Mansion was alarmed to leave the pass, and he personally taught him martial arts.

Although he has never been a teacher, in the eyes of everyone, he is the direct disciple of Prince Zhao, and most likely the only disciple who has obtained the inheritance of the 'God Seed'.

What really made him famous was his terrifying record of challenging the Sirian Martial Saint 'Tantai Mie' at the border outside the Great Wall ten years ago, and survived the injury!
Of course, after the First World War, in order to heal his wounds, he retreated for more than ten years, and he has only been able to leave the retreat until now...

"Yang Prison..."

Gently stroking Fang Tian's painted halberd, Qi Daoguang had anticipation in his eyes. If the rumors are not bad, this one seems to be good at domineering boxing?
This is a bit too coincidental...

"Shaking the ground, bullying fist..."

When he was whispering in his heart, there was a sudden movement in his heart.

Click!

The bamboo chariot shook, and eight people, including Qi Shanmin, suddenly fell to the ground, almost vomiting blood due to the huge force.

boom!
Qi Daoguang stood up and looked into the sky.

Qi Shanmin and the others almost vomited blood from being crushed, but they still struggled to get up, and they all looked forward.

But in the far sky, there is a dragon-shaped roar roaring in the sky, with all kinds of arrows coming and going, and a large number of flying eagles and sharp archers falling like rain.

"This is……"

Qi Daoguang subconsciously pinched Fang Tian's painting halberd. He first glanced at the figure with his beard and hair stretched far away, with palms like an angry dragon,
Then he looked at the figure above the sky, where the arrows fell like rain and the bow opened like a thunderbolt:

"Yang Prison..."

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Under the strong wind and snow, the world was desolate, and the northwest city was not very lively, except for the government servants and soldiers who cleaned the snow, there were only a few pedestrians.

On the contrary, there are many taverns, which are rarely lively. The Liuhe Building is even full of seats, and there are endless voices of discussion.

"Another group of people died... Sigh, it's hard to stop for a few days. As soon as Master Yang went out, he wanted to make trouble again. Why bother?"

"This Mr. Yu Da is as cruel as Master Yang. These days, he has killed hundreds of people, right?"

"The wind and snow this year is no less than last year's. Oh my God, is there no way for people to survive? If it wasn't for Lord Yang's relief, I don't know how many people would die..."

"Natural disasters and man-made disasters, signs of troubled times! Could it be that the Ming Dynasty is really hopeless? That's right, Master Yang is just..."

"Hush! These things, hey, let's have a drink! I heard that Mr. Yu Da has issued a prohibition order. This wine is for one drink, one less..."

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On the sixth floor of the Liuhe Building, near the window, the Taoist Man of Shingon leaned on the railing and watched. Under the continuous wind and snow, there is almost no difference between the sky and the earth.

As far as the eye can see, it is full of chill and depression.

"This is a change in the sky..."

The old man sighed slightly.

The horror of natural disasters lies in their indiscriminate coverage. The shadow of last year's snow disaster has not been broken, and new snow disasters will fill the air again.

Relief and disaster relief, after all, can be saved for a while, if it is really a natural disaster that continues for years, then...

Zhao Kun waited on the side, worried, followed the eyes of his ancestor, and saw a faint red on the street.

On the first day when the blizzard arrived, he fled back to the northwest city. On that day, Yang Qiang left on an eagle, and did not deliberately hide his travels.

Along with leaving the city, there are many feathered eagles.

In the night of that day, Yu Jing personally acted to frighten the young people in the city with thunderous means.

First, all the spies from various factions were arrested and put into prison. In the next few days, people were beheaded at the entrance of the vegetable market almost every day, and the bloody smell continued for several days.

"Patriarch, uncle, old man..."

Zhao Kun was full of worry, and his brows were furrowed.

These years, he has lived through too much hardship, and finally found his uncle and ancestor, for fear that these two might make a mistake.

"Instead of worrying about your uncle, it's better to worry about Young Boy..."

The old man turned around and sat down.

"Worried about him?"

Zhao Kun was taken aback when he heard the words, and then shook his head: "The imperial court has wanted him for so many years, but he has never taken advantage of it. He should, should..."

"Let's not talk about the masters behind the scenes, but the "Splendid Mountains and Rivers List" on the bright side. There are many great masters among them. Although Yang Xiaozi is smart and powerful, he is younger..."

The old Taoist saw through his thoughts at a glance:
"You never thought about it, did you?"

"Back to Patriarch, this disciple never thought of worrying about Yang Yu's safety..."

Zhao Kun smiled wryly, a little lost in thought.

In fact, when the patriarch opened his mouth, he suddenly realized that his confidence in that Yang prison even surpassed his own uncle...

This……

"Talented people come out from generation to generation, and each has been the leader for decades. Boy Yang is a man of great fortune, so for more than ten years, he has been in every position.

But don't forget... In fact, he's not even here yet. "

The old Taoist took a deep look at his disciple:
"Surrounded by wolves, he is still willing to go out of the city and go to the Jedi to save your uncle. No matter why he is going, I must remember this kindness, and you must also remember..."

After all, he got up and left.

Zhao Kun took a deep breath, bowed and responded:
"Disciple, remember..."

Going down to Liuhe Building, I ran into the government servant who was transporting the prisoner's body. The cart was pressed on the snow, making a "creak" and "creak" sound.

"Real people."

Yu Jing didn't know when he came up to him, and bowed slightly.

"Ready to leave town?"

The truth talker glanced at him, and the latter nodded without concealing:
"The situation in Northwest Dao City has been settled. It's time to go to Xingli Erzhou and his party. It has been snowing for many days, so I'm afraid there will be disasters..."

Due to the covetous eyes of many masters in the imperial court, in the past more than a year, except for the food and medicinal materials for disaster relief.The power of Northwest Daocheng did not spread to the two prefectures of Xingli.

It wasn't until Yang Prison left the city that he sent a large number of people there. Now that everything in the city has been settled, he is really worried.

Last year, it snowed heavily, and the Northwest Dao City suffered a famine, let alone the two states of Xingli, where the rebellious army has not been completely suppressed?
And this is what they discussed before Yang Yu left the city, and the delay of more than ten days was already due to the remnants of the big and small families in the city.

"Just go."

The old man will naturally not object:

"If there are really things that the old man can't handle, then you will be one more, not many..."

"Thank you, real man."

Yu Jing made a long bow, turned around and left without talking nonsense, but he had already packed his bags before coming.

"Natural disasters, man-made disasters..."

Taoist Zhenyan stopped for a long time before he sighed.

No longer in the mood to wander around, he turned around and went back to the mansion. Qin Si was cooking a medicinal meal. Seeing his patriarch's expression was serious, he couldn't help but feel a sinking heart.

"Ancestor?"

Qin Si wiped her hands, and saw that her patriarch had returned to the room and was writing something at the desk. Curious, she couldn't help leaning forward.

"This letter, after Yang Xiaoyou returns, you give it to him, this letter, give it to your uncle..."

Handing the two letters with wet ink to Qin Si casually, the old Taoist pointed to the three full bookshelves in the room:
"The bookshelf on the left is the old Taoist's martial arts experience over the years, and the other two are the rare Taoist collections that were lost in our view. When you are free, you can look through it..."

The old Taoist chattered, but Qin Si's heart sank:
"Patriarch? Is something wrong with you..."

"It's not a big deal, it's just that a guest came from outside the city. The old Taoist thought, instead of letting him enter the city, it's better to go out and meet him for a while."

The old man smiled slightly.

"Is it Taoist Yunni? Or, Nie Longtian? You..."

Holding the two letters, Qin Si was inexplicably flustered.

"Do not think too much!"

Qu Zhi nodded his disciple's eyebrows, and the old Taoist smiled gently:
"The old man is still waiting to eat ginseng fruit at your wedding banquet, what can happen..."

Stretching his muscles and bones, the old Taoist walked out the door slowly. Qin Si wanted to follow, but he lost it after a few steps.

"I don't know what that ginseng fruit tastes like..."

Gently stroking his long beard, the old Taoist's mind was a little distracted, but his footsteps were very fast, and not long after, he had already arrived outside the north city gate where there were few pedestrians.

In the wind and snow, two figures could be seen gradually approaching.

　Continue to code words... three more stable

　
(End of this chapter)