The first cause of all realms

Chapter 701 Look Who Am I? !

"That goshawk..."

Looking at the back of the goshawk rising from the ground, fluttering its wings, as fast as a shooting star, Lin Daoren felt a little relieved.

He didn't believe Yang Ju's so-called capture of Nie Longtian.

It is unprecedented in ancient and modern times to fight against a martial sage as a great master, and it is stronger than Zhang Xuanba, but it is also because of the situation of Da Cheng's army that he tried his best to do this.

He naturally despises Nie Longtian, but he is a martial sage after all, just because he took a shortcut and has a weak will.

But he is still a martial artist.

However, with this goshawk and his archery skills, he can advance and retreat freely.

"It's good to suffer a little..."

Lin Daoren thought so.

He was practicing martial arts halfway, but he already had such a practice at a young age. Yang Qiu's talent made him feel moved.

But he walked too fast and smoothly along the way, and suffered some losses, maybe it's not a bad thing...

While his thoughts were turning, he was about to leave when he suddenly heard the whispers of passers-by in the distance.

"Goshawk Xuanfu double-edged sword, that person, that person should not be King Yang of the Northwest?"

"Your Majesty Yang! I heard that a few days ago, the Dark Moon Dharma King in Dali Tianlun Temple was defeated and suppressed by him!"

"I heard that Prince Zhao traveled hundreds of thousands of miles to the outside of the Great Wall just to take him as a disciple..."

"It's no wonder that murderer ran away because he was afraid of being intimidated by King Yang's power..."

……

"Um?!"

Hearing all these discussions, Lin Daoren paused slightly, and immediately frowned:
"He, suppressed the Dark Moon Dharma King?!"

……

……

Huhu~
In the night wind, the inside and outside of Sirius Pass was completely deserted, with white cloths floating in front of every house, and the desolation and loneliness filled the entire pass.

In front of the tower, Wei Zhengxian sat on the ground, drinking two or three small dishes and drinking alone.

At this moment, it is still midsummer in the Central Plains, but autumn seems to have arrived outside the pass, and the night wind blows slowly, blowing down the yellowed leaves.

"General, it's late at night, let's go back."

At some point, Yu Liang came to the city wall, looked at Wei Zhengxian with a desolate expression, and sighed in his heart.

The death of King Zhao of the Western Mansion was truly earth-shattering.

Not only the court and the wild are boiling, but the storm outside the Great Wall is surging, and the heart of this great general of his own family has also been shaken.

"Old friends are withering one after another, it's like leaves falling in the wind..."

Reaching out his hand to take the yellow leaf blown by the wind, Wei Zhengxian looked slightly dazed:
"Mr. Yu, what do you think I should do?"

"Why do you need to ask me, General?"

Yu Liang also sat on the ground with him and poured him a glass of wine:
"Wherever you go, I will go."

"For a while, Wei really didn't know where to go..."

Wei Zhengxian muttered to himself:
"I really don't have any ambitions, I just want to live with a group of brothers, but now it seems that it will be difficult..."

"Difficult, difficult, easy, easy."

Yu Liang poured another glass of wine for him, and his voice became a little louder:

"There is so much turmoil in the government and the public, and no one can shake your position. Even if you don't save Emperor Qianheng, what about Li Yan?
Could it be that he dares to take you to prison?Or, dare to stop the army's food and pay? ! "

Holding the wine glass, Wei Zhengxian fell silent.

"You keep this pass because of your promise to Prince Zhao. What does it have to do with that emperor? Over the years, the imperial court has oppressed us too much, and we have been owed money and wages again and again. However, Emperor Qianheng's Taoist palaces are increasing. , more and more prosperous!"

Yu Liang picked up the glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp, the spicy taste surged like fire:
"Raising soldiers for a thousand days and using them for a short period of time, he doesn't raise them, but wants us to work hard. How can there be such a reason in the world?!"

tata tao~
While the two were talking, there was a series of footsteps on the city wall, and a group of soldiers guarding the city gathered one after another. In the distance, there was a warning beacon.

"Fan Ruyi, here we come!"

Seeing this scene, Yu Liang's heart jumped wildly. Seeing that Wei Zhengxian was still silent, he couldn't help raising his voice:
"General!"

Looking at the soldiers on the top of the wall, feeling the majestic and unshakable will from far and near, Wei Zhengxian crushed the wine glass with a 'crack' sound.

"Let him go!"

……

Inside the Sirius Pass, there are more than [-] elites, including Wei Zhengxian, the leader of the three heroes of Longyuan, who was praised by Zhang Xuanba as a martial sage.

But Fanruyi still exited the customs calmly.

Unexpected, but not unexpected.

"Poor, sad."

Dressed in a monk's robe, it was almost impossible to cover his body, and Fanru looked at Emperor Qianheng's eyes, but he couldn't help but feel a little compassion:
"You can also be regarded as the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, the lord of the Central Plains, an extremely respectable and noble person, but why don't you even have many people who died for you?"

Behind him is Xiongguan Sirius, and in his hand is the Emperor of Ming Dynasty.

Fan Ruyi's voice was neither high nor low, but it was enough for everyone inside and outside Xiongguan to hear it clearly.

In front of the city tower, Wei Zhengxian held his wine glass tightly, his closed eyelids trembling uncontrollably, but in the end he didn't say a word.

"Able to bend and stretch, General Wei is worthy of a man."

After stopping for a long time, Fan Ruyi gave a slight compliment and walked away.

On his way, passing through various passes and cities, he saw hundreds of thousands of swordsmen, except for Que Xuanjia, but few people stopped him.

"Pity……"

Feeling the aura behind him infinitely approaching the threshold of the Martial Saint, Fanru turned his thoughts away, but he didn't take it to heart.

His footsteps are fast and his direction is absolutely certain.

After walking through it for more than ten days and nights, he saw a military tent stretching for a mile in a certain deserted forest. In it, he felt...

"Emperor Ziqi..."

Fanru's eyes narrowed slightly.

Wearing red armour, the old Heishan demon who looked like a boy had already come to him. The two stood hundreds of feet apart, calm and apprehensive about each other.

"It's been a long time, Brother Black Mountain."

Fan Ruyi stood still.

"Spiritual wisdom damaged?"

Glancing at Emperor Qianheng who was like a puddle of mud, the Montenegrin old demon frowned slightly:

"Without Zhang Xuanba and Mu Qingliu blocking the way, you haven't done your best yet? Jiang Wuyang wouldn't have the guts to stop you, would he?"

"Something went wrong."

Fan Ruyi did not speak bluntly, but said lightly:
"It's agreed, this person will be converted by the old monk. As for the emperor's purple aura on him, brother Dao only needs to hand over the 'Dharma Handwriting' and take it for himself."

"Based on what you and I have achieved today, even if Bodhidharma is revived and sloppy in the world, it's not a threat. It's useless for me to keep it, and it's nothing if I give it to you. It's just..."

The old demon's eyes flickered:

"I'm very curious, what is there in Nadharma's illusion that can help you get out of the mountain, and you have to go in at any cost..."

"This seems to have nothing to do with our transaction."

Fan Ruyi lowered his eyelids:

"Or, Brother Dao wants to break the promise?"

Call ~
Silently, there seemed to be a cold current coming. With the two of them, the air current within a radius of ten miles seemed to be frozen in mid-air.

"It's not enough to break the promise. Since you don't want to say it, then it's up to you."

The old demon lowered his eyes:

"It's just that when you entered the customs before, Mu Qingliu had no time to avatar. If you enter the customs again, he may not allow you to come and go freely..."

After receiving the thin handwriting and leaving Emperor Qianheng behind, Fanru was silent for a moment, then turned around and walked towards the pass again:
"He, not Henry Zhang."

……

……

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the dawn has not yet arrived.

Under the night, the Pingdu Mountain, which stretches for thousands of miles, is like an ancient giant beast lying across the junction of Qinghai and Baizhou.

In the night, there are a lot of lights in the mountains and forests.

Whoa!
Six copper coins fell from the light golden turtle shell to the ground.

"No, or no..."

Under the flickering light, Daoist Yun saw sweat on his forehead and was short of breath:

"The old Taoist said earlier that this fairyland can only appear once every 400 years. These monks definitely don't believe it..."

"No, can't it?"

Mu Shaoyou's heart trembled too.

"No, no!"

The two masters and apprentices looked at each other with a rather melancholy look.

The news of Bodhidharma's birth in the Illusion has spread all over the world after so many years, attracting many martial artists with good deeds.

Of course, more monks.

Lanke Temple, Wuliangzong, Fulong Temple, Dachan Temple...God knows how many Buddhist masters gathered under Pingdu Mountain.

They have been 'invited' here for five or six years, and many other people who entered the Bodhidharma's illusion with them have also been 'invited' here.

"These bald donkeys are bullying the weak and afraid of the strong!"

Mu Shaoyou gritted his teeth:
"What kind of decent sect, what kind of Buddhist master, just deceive me that there is no one in Shuiyun Temple! If you are so persistent, why don't you go to invite King Yang?
Aren't you afraid? ! "

"Shut up!"

With this sound, Taoist Yun was so frightened that he could pass urine, and he covered his apprentice's mouth, but it was still too late.

Outside the door, there was a Buddha's call.

"Amitabha, good, good!"

Several old monks walked out of the forest slowly.

"Don't blame the great Zen master, the little disciple also speaks indiscriminately..."

Seeing a few old monks, the faces of the two masters and apprentices turned pale instantly.

"Don't blame Xiao Daoist, he is also quiet and rude. Anyone who has been trapped in one place for five or six years will always have resentment in his heart..."

Xu Jing clasped her hands together and bowed to apologize:
"If you are not an old monk, you don't understand human feelings. It is really related to Grandmaster Bodhidharma. The emotions of the monks are too intense..."

"The Great Zen Master is polite..."

Seeing the grand master salute, the two masters and apprentices suddenly felt flattered, their resentment dissipated for a while, and they rushed to help each other.

"My Dachan Temple is not a bullying person, but it is really that King Yang, it is really difficult to invite..."

The old monk Xu Jing sighed.

The two old monks behind him were relatively speechless.

I haven't asked for this, really, I can't beat...

"what?"

Suddenly, there was a gleam of light in the forest, and the eyes of several people were immediately attracted, and the six copper plates on the mud floor were all shining, pointing to the depths of the mountain forest.

"Illusion, illusion opened?!"

Taoist Yun was dumbfounded.

The opening time of the fairyland illusion will become shorter as the sky changes, but it won't be shortened to such a degree, will it?

"Um?!"

The old monk Xu Jing was about to go, when suddenly his body trembled and he turned around in shock.

boom!
It seemed as if the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking, and there was a thunderous explosion over the mountains and forests.

A hurricane figure also seemed to smash through the mountains and forests, and the air exploded like a cloud. Inside, it was the man who was extremely angry and shouted:

"Lin Daoren, you are deceiving people too much!"

boom!
Like a meteor coming from the north, a ray of golden light pierced through the night. In the night wind, accompanied by the roar of Qianlong Shenbow, a sneer followed:

"Nie Longtian, look again, who am I?!"

(End of this chapter)