The first cause of all realms

Chapter 618 The Difficulty of Martial Saint!

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After the end of the new year, the wind and snow gradually decreased. Although the cold was still there, it seemed that the snow disaster had not developed to the most serious level.

The sky was gloomy, and Qi Wensheng was pacing on the street. At this time, there was still fog in the city, but many vendors had already set up their stalls.

These ordinary people are very fragile and cannot resist being targeted by local ruffians, bullies, squires, and gangs, yet they are so tenacious.

Qi Wensheng himself felt cold in the cold wind in the midwinter morning, but they had already got up early to work, and even wore a lot of clothes, which were still very thin.

Facing the cold wind, many people rubbed their hands and stomped their feet while working, but their spirits were much better than before.

Without the exploits of gangsters, gangs, gentry, and government, in just two years, Northwest Road City has undergone earth-shaking changes in the eyes of ordinary people.

If there is no external suppression, Qi Wensheng firmly believes that all the traces left by the Zhang family in the northwest will be washed away in at least ten years.

Even, become the foundation of becoming a king.

however……

Sighing in his heart, he came to an alley, where there was also a breakfast stall along the street, and Yang Jue was eating breakfast as usual in the steaming steam.

Opposite him is Qi Daoguang who has been on the Northwest Road for nearly a month, and further away is Li Daoren who chews his breakfast like wax.

"Uncle Master..."

Qi Wensheng hesitated to speak.

"Could it be that something happened at the Mengxue Office?"

Yang Yue glanced at him:
"Or those scholars and literati?"

Over the past [-] years, dynasties have changed several times, and rebellions have their own processes.

It's nothing more than hunting local tyrants, dividing land, training the army, studying, salting and iron, and selecting officials.

Although Yang Qiu didn't understand it very well, Wang Muzhi's disciples did. All he had to do was to compare the books of life and death, so that people could make the best use of them.

In two years, it was actually very smooth.

Under Yang Jue's thunderous means, no matter whether it was the nobles and squires in the city, or the rats entrenched in the dark underground, they were all killed.

But trouble, of course, still exists.

Northwest Daocheng is the center of a road, and it is not as prosperous as Lingnan, Linlong, Wanlong and other places in the hinterland. It should have everything, but it is not lacking.

For example, imperial examination selection.

It can be said that Northwest Daocheng is home to the largest number of Confucian schools and the largest number of literati.

"Yes……"

Qi Wensheng hesitated for a moment, then nodded:

"Most of these scholars came here for the imperial examination. If you cut off this way, they are naturally dissatisfied..."

More than dissatisfaction?
It's so hot!

What was broken in Yang prison was not only the imperial examination, but also the abolition of the big country gentry in the city who could have taken in these literati.

Not only that, the selection of officials, even government servants, did not favor them.

As a result, a year later, these literati not only lost their income, but also spent their savings.

There are those who copy books and letters for others, some go to coolies, live on the streets, and grab porridge and drink with disaster victims.

Because of this, he actually suppressed it several times, seeing that he couldn't suppress it, he just reported it.

After hearing this, Yang Yu couldn't help being dumbfounded:
"Porridge and rice have never been short of them, and there is no shortage of work for them to do relief with work... I just want to have a daily poetry tea party as before, leaning on the red and green, but who is to blame..."

One of the things that Yang Qiu must do every day is to look through the book of life and death. Although it is impossible to detail everything, he naturally knows that these scholars are causing trouble.

These days, there are very few people who can read and write, but anyone who can read and do some arithmetic is not short of livelihood.

However, this group of people have high eyesight and low abilities, and they can't even be an official, except for high-spirited talk, that's all.

How could he be interested in talking to this group of people.

"...Uncle, these scholars, although their hands are a little low, there is nothing wrong with them. You can..."

Qi Wensheng felt a little guilty.

"To make trouble, let them go, but if you violate the law, naturally you don't need to be merciful."

"Yes!"

Qi Wensheng breathed a sigh of relief, and then said:

"Lingying from Yanzhou came, saying that it was from Longyuan Taoism, and wanted to buy dragon horses, black iron weapons, arrows... do you agree?"

In the past 400 years, the fight between the foreign races outside the Great Wall and Ming Dynasty has never completely stopped. In previous years, Longyuan was always used as a barrier, and Northwest and Ding'an supported it.

now……

"Order Jiang Wu, if Longyuan Dao asks for anything, he will agree to it without embarrassment, and he is not allowed to raise the price or deliberately delay!"

After getting the promise, Qi Wensheng left in a hurry.

"Is it interesting?"

Qi Daoguang asked suddenly.

"Why ask knowingly?"

Yang Qiu continued to eat breakfast.

In the past month, he and Qi Daoguang met quite a few times, except for that fight, they were all talking about martial arts.

The two hold the sky and shake the ground, and they are both masters with strong personalities, good at domineering boxing, and horizontal training. They exchanged with each other and naturally gained a lot.

At first, Qi Daoguang resisted a little, but now, he also silently acquiesced.

"The human body is delicate and fragile. The more courageous and diligent the fighters of my generation, the greater the pressure on the body. Therefore, although in name, everyone can live for 200 years, but looking at the past, those who can live to this number of years, Not too many…”

Qi Daoguang wiped his mouth and said lightly:

"It's justified to devote all of your short lifespan to martial arts. If you are entangled in miscellaneous things, it is tantamount to committing suicide!"

He is a pure warrior.

It is so pure that the inheritance rights of big families that have been passed down for thousands of years are discarded like shoe shoes, and no rewards from the imperial court are accepted.

He expressed his incomprehension to Yang Yu being involved in secular affairs.

"It's not a good thing if it's too tight."

Yang Jue looked as usual.

In the past ten years, he has squeezed himself harder than Qi Daoguang, and he has hardly stopped.

But whether you practice martial arts or immortal cultivation, you have to be relaxed in the end.

He was able to open up all his senses in one day, although there was a reason for the spiritual qi to cleanse his body, but for more than a year, the relief from the heart was also the most important thing.

"That's right, your death is approaching, so you don't need to be afraid of wasting it anymore!"

Qi Daoguang sneered:
"You are not bad luck, the Sirius invaded the side, attracted the attention of the world, restrained the three masters of Longyuan, and King Ding'an, a coward who is afraid of his wife, did not dare to attack him alone.

But the emperor will come sooner or later. By that time, you are busy with these trivial things now, it will be nothing but smoke and dust! "

Wanlong Road is close to the north, and it is only half of Ding'an Road from the Northwest Road. If, as rumored, the emperor ordered Wanyu Xuanjia to come by flying eagle, then, at most, in two years or so, he will definitely meet again. Come to the Northwest Road!

"Brother Qi, why don't you like Yang so much?"

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows.

"Looking good?"

Qi Daoguang laughed dumbfounded:
"One side is a unified dynasty, with more than four hundred years of foundation, just relying on your ten years of practice, how can you resist? Leaving this place, looking for a place to heal your wounds, and fighting with me is the right way..."

Martial sages may not live to live more than two hundred years, but it is not difficult for a grand master to live to live more than a hundred years. If there is a nourishing elixir and a person with strange skills, such as the Li Taoist behind him, it is not impossible to live three years!
On the bright side, there are three people on the Jinxiu list, and they are not many people in the imperial court and on the list of mountains and rivers.

But in fact, just like the Splendid Mountains and Rivers List, there are omissions, and the background of the imperial court is far more than that on the surface...

"What if I go one step further?"

Yang Ju didn't hide himself, he just wanted to understand the hidden power of the imperial court through the heir of the big family in front of him.

And, its understanding of martial arts.

"If before winter last year, when you hadn't opened your eyes, you would have a smooth path to become a Martial Saint. It would take as little as 21 or [-] years, and as many as [-] or [-] years, and you would be able to achieve..."

"How is it now?"

"Now you, all the profound entrances of the hundred orifices are open, the true temperature is not bad, and the four-element arrow of the will of heaven has already gone towards the tenth rank. The gap with a certain family is actually not too big..."

A trace of regret and pity flashed in Qi Daoguang's eyes:

"But you, that day is over..."

Regret and pity, Qi Daoguang is a character who doesn't deliberately hide himself, who is free from emotion and anger, and speaks so straightforwardly that it makes one's heart chill.

But Yang Qiu didn't seem to care, he still looked at him, as if asking him why.

"Warriors of my generation have swallowed countless pills, exchanged blood thirteen times, established five barriers, muscles, bones, skin, viscera, and bone marrow.

Why throughout the ages, according to historical records, there are very few martial saints who have lived over two hundred years, not even as many as ordinary people?
Three hundred years old, only Zhang sloppy? "

Qi Daoguang felt extremely sorry, so he didn't let it go, and said directly:
"Because, only by burning yourself to the fullest can you cross the gate of the Martial Saint. This loss will be made up for when you achieve it, but you..."

What to burn is self-evident.

"life?"

Yang Ju was thoughtful.

This point, the man of truth, has never mentioned it...

But after thinking about it, it suddenly dawned on me.

He is just a young man, and looking at the powerful people in the world, they are all very young, a man of truth, obviously he did not expect his lifespan to drop...

but……

Yang Jue glanced at Daoren Li who was not far away. In the snowstorm, this old Taoist looked bitter, obviously he also heard Qi Daoguang's words.

"If this old guy wants to become a Martial Saint, he needs more than Dao Fruit... With his appearance, unless the world changes suddenly, and the spiritual energy is a hundred times more than it is now, otherwise..."

Qi Daoguang shook his head, his words were cold:

"No hope!"

The four words, like four heavy hammers, made Li Daoren stagger, almost falling off his cloak.

"Old man, I am unwilling..."

His voice became hoarse. If Yang Jue said this, he would not believe it, but Qi Daoguang is almost the only true disciple...

"In this world, there are eight hundred if not one thousand people who died in this level..."

Amidst the laughter, Qi Daoguang stood up, his sleeves were thrown back, and he left:
"How many coppers are you worth for being unwilling?"

"I……"

Li Daoren's expression became gloomy, and even his hood fell off, revealing his bald scalp, as if he didn't realize it...

Unwilling, desperate!
His five fingers made a 'click' sound, he was unwilling, but felt powerless.

Even if he wants to fight for life and death, at this time Yang prison is no longer his enemy.

Huhu~
Yang Ju came back to his senses, seeing the old man staggering into the wind and snow, his heart couldn't help but move.

　Good night everyone... I am going to try the third shift tomorrow, big guys, come and count the tickets!

　
(End of this chapter)