The first cause of all realms

Chapter 67 How Can You Be Reconciled? !
My name is Wei He.

People born in Qingzhou, Shunde Prefecture, and Heishan County were passed down for several generations, and their ancestral killing skills were passed down. Hundreds of them have been beheaded for four generations.

When I was a boy, I hated the job of being a hangman.

My father and grandfather couldn't hold back me, so they had to send me to Qingzhou to join the army. Yes, it was one of the powerful troops in Ming Dynasty, Qingzhou soldiers.

It was that year that war broke out in the frontier.

Zhuo Ligetu, the Lord of the Sirius Royal Court, led millions of warriors to invade the frontier, intending to devour the Ming Dynasty when the kingship of the Ming Dynasty changed.

That year, the flames of war raged.

As a small corps commander in Qingzhou, I have seen the vastness of the world.

Successful blood exchange?

Exquisite knife skills?
On the seemingly endless battlefield that stretches for thousands of miles, I am deeply aware of my insignificance.

Even, the captain I admire the most is "Wei Zhengxian", who is known as an extraordinary talent and possesses the power of "four phenomena".

Also dying several times.

That battle was too tragic.

In the Wanli Liuji Mountain, the Great Ming Dynasty, the Heavenly Wolf Royal Court, and even the Dali Dynasty who took advantage of the fire to loot, the three parties invested more than 300 million troops.

That year, Wei Zhengxian, a rising star, made his debut, and his unmatched arms smashed all the stumbling blocks that hindered his rise.

That year, Zhang Xuanba, king of Zhao in the Western Mansion, was at the height of his power. He defeated countless generals with a phoenix wing and gold-plated rod, and was called the number one general of the Ming Dynasty by countless people.

In that year, all our colleagues in the army were killed or injured. In the 27 prefectures of the Nine Dao Regions of the Ming Dynasty, every family wore hemp and everyone wore filial piety.

It was also that year that I limped and left a lifelong wound. I returned to the small town, took over the work of my father and grandfather, and silently licked the wound.

……

From the outside, there seemed to be sounds of killing, footsteps, crying, cursing, and howling.

Under the dim light of an oil lamp.

The old monkey was frightened, squeaked and looked at the old man Wei who was sitting in front of the desk, stroking the silver-white flying fish suit.

Wei He sighed softly, and the images in his memory flowed before his eyes.

Everything seems like yesterday.

But he knew that that was 50 years ago.

"The old man has nothing left to pass on, but this silver silk flying fish suit can't be taken underground, right?"

It seems to be talking to the old monkey, or it may be talking to itself.

Wei He shaved the messy hair on his face, put on this silver silk flying fish suit, and straightened his clothes in front of the mirror, his eyes suddenly became moist.

"Squeak~"

The old monkey seemed to have noticed something, screamed and grabbed his trousers.

"Who in this world is not afraid of death?"

Sighing and grabbing the ghost sword, Wei He's voice became serious:
"I'm afraid too."

boom!
The cold wind poured into the house.

The old monkey squeaked, but Wei He was nowhere to be seen.

……

call!
Whoosh!

Bitter cold wind slapped on the face.

The corner of Yang Jue's mouth was bleeding, and the blood-stained clothes were rustling in the cold wind.

pain!
Excruciating pain!

Every step he took, he clenched his teeth, but he didn't dare to stop, and ran with all his strength.

"Just a little bit, just a little bit!"

He growled in his heart.

There seemed to be a streamer emerging from the fundus of bloodshot eyes, without having to look at it, Yang Yu knew that it was a sign that the recipes had been collected and could be refined.

But he has no time.

That arrow, although it didn't hit directly, but just passed by, half of his body almost lost consciousness.

Blood stained his tattered clothes.

And behind him, Wang Wu was on his deathbed, and murmured:

"My hand hurts so much..."

"Fifth Master..."

Yang Yu felt sour in his heart.

How can I still have hands?

Wang Wu, who was hit indirectly, had his entire right arm and half of his shoulder shattered into minced meat, and hot blood flowed profusely.

"Ha, ha...boy, call twice more. Master loves to hear..."

Wang Wu smiled miserably in a low voice:

"I can't do it anymore, you run away, the farther you run, the better..."

"Fifth Master! Don't sleep, don't sleep! There is still a chance, there is still a chance!"

Yang Yu felt a great pain in his heart.

He knew that if he didn't find a place to heal his injuries, Wang Wu would really die.

but……

"You can't escape!"

Guan Shanshui chased after him at a high speed, surpassing Lin Qing and others who were chasing after him, and locked on Yang prison with undisguised murderous intent.

"This old man has also come after him..."

Yang Ju's heart went cold.

Don't say that he was seriously injured, even if he is in good condition, how can he be such a seasoned opponent?
"go!"

Suddenly, Wang Wu, who was coughing up blood behind his back, opened his eyes wide with anger, and his remaining left hand suddenly exerted force, and he jumped up from behind Yang Qiu.

"Five masters!"

Yang Jue's heart trembled.

"roll!"

Wang Wu staggered to the ground, growling and wanting to fight for his life with the Taoist Guan who was chasing him.

But it was empty.

"A seriously injured body, still want to drag the poor to die together?"

Guan Shanshui held the sword flower in his hand, without stopping at all, he passed Wang Wu directly, and charged towards Yang Qiu.

"stay!"

"call!"

A piercing cold light reached his back, and a huge crisis came, but Yang Qiu calmed down.

At this moment, all the wind and shouts around him were dismissed by him, and there was only one thought in his mind that could not stop climbing up and up.

Behead!

Just a moment before the sword light swept across, Yang Ju stopped suddenly, stopping the huge momentum.

turn around,

Cut across!

Clang! !

The piercing sound of gold and iron rubbing against each other resounded through the long street.

boom!
The light of the half-moon knife flickered and then went out, and then, with the sound of muscles and bones rubbing against each other, the waist knife dropped from his hand!

Guan Shanshui was also quite surprised when he cut down the waist knife with a single sword, and his face became more and more gloomy:

"You are so vicious at such a young age, it seems that Daoist cannot keep you today...huh?!"

He wanted to make a move to destroy this kid first, but suddenly realized something was wrong.

Suddenly looking back.

At the end of the long street, an old man in a silver silk flying fish suit and a vampire head knife was looking at him coldly.

"Jinyiwei?!"

Guan Shanshui's heart was shocked, and he took two steps back, as if he was facing a big enemy:

"Little Black Mountain is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. It's nothing more than six doors, but even Jin Yiwei has a hand in it!"

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

As the earliest and most mysterious violent organization in the Ming Dynasty, Jinyiwei's deterrence is far higher than that of the six doors.

Even if the person who came here seemed to be single, and seemed old and faint, he didn't dare to be careless in the slightest.

Lin Qing and the others were also frightened.

"Three feet Liu, Liu Sanchi, every house has thin walls and no paper windows... The old man thought he was just greedy, but he didn't think he was so ruthless."

Wei He glanced at Yang Ju, and sighed slightly:

"Knowing that the old man is in the north, but you go south, it's a waste of effort, and take the king to catch the head and retreat first."

"Want to go?!"

Guan Shanshui lightly raised the tip of his sword and sneered:

"So what about Jin Yiwei? If you want to leave, you have to ask me about this iron sword!"

"A martial arts school?"

Weihe approached slowly:

"In the battle of Liuji Mountain back then, there were also many sect warriors who served under King Zhao's tent, and Yan Jinglue from the Iron Sword Sect seemed to be among them..."

"Fluid Mountain?!"

Guan Shanshui's pupils shrank:
"You actually recognize my uncle?"

Enduring the severe pain and carrying Wang Wu on his back, Yang Jue looked at Wei He worriedly:
"master?"

He knew that Wei He was Jin Yiwei, but he also knew that they were only staying here to collect information and monitor the place.

In other words, in Heishan City, there is one and only Jinyiwei Weihe.

So before he deliberately avoided the north, not only for fear of implicating his mother-in-law, but also for fear of implicating Weihe.

"go!"

Wei He didn't say much, and slowly drew his sword.

"You take care!"

Yang Ju gritted his teeth, turned and left.

In the next moment, there was a dense collision of gold and iron behind him, and the sound of swords clanging.

"Junior Brother Yang!"

Turning around the entrance of the alley, Hu Wan, who was holding a blood-stained butcher's knife as tall as half a person, had already seen him, and walked quickly.

"Let's go, let's go. Black Mountain City can't stay..."

Instructing several brothers to lift up the unconscious Wang Wu, Hu Wan's face was extremely ugly:
"The gate of the city has been knocked open, and the people from the Liansheng Sect have turned against each other! Master Wei asked me to wait for you here, and I have already sent someone to pick up my mother-in-law, so hurry up!"

escape...

Looking at Wang Wu who doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, listening to the voices rising and falling in various parts of the city, thinking about Weihe blocking the pass...

Yang Yu was silent.

escape?
How could he just run away willingly? !
"Brother Hu..."

Suddenly, Yang Qian made a move and snatched the butcher's knife from Hu Wan's hand.

"Junior Brother Yang? This is you?"

Hu Wan was taken aback.

Seeing Yang Jue turn around and disappear into the night extremely quickly after grabbing the knife, he was caught off guard, but how could he catch up?
"Brother Hu, take good care of my mother-in-law..."

In the gloomy night, Yang Jue's voice gradually faded away:

"Borrow the knife and use it. If there is a future, I will return you a good knife!"

"Junior Brother Yang..."

……

After hacking to death a few rogues who took advantage of the fire, Yang Qian turned around and found an empty cellar to sneak in.

While swallowing the iron beads in big gulps, without any delay, he directly entered the Cauldron of Gluttony:

"Refining recipe 'Nine Bulls and Two Tigers'!"

　Goodnight everybody?Chapter 2 delivered today.It will be on the shelves at twelve o'clock tomorrow, Gouzi saves the manuscript, let's have a small explosion tomorrow.

　
(End of this chapter)