The first cause of all realms

Chapter 77 3000 Years ago... (Part [-])
The official road in the cold wind is extremely deserted.

In front of the simple mound of earth, the old servant kowtowed tremblingly, his eyes were red, and his tears were almost shed.

"Master, forgive me for not even daring to set up a tombstone for you..."

The old servant kowtowed heavily.

Hearing the sound from the carriage beside the road, his expression tightened, and he turned around.

In the carriage, Liu Qingqing was lying lifeless, her eyes were lifeless, and she had no interest in life.

"Young master, go and kowtow to the master."

The old slave sighed:
"No matter what, the master never treated the young master badly before he was alive. You are his only son, no matter what, you have to give him away..."

He didn't blame Liu Qingqing for throwing the master's bones, because he saw that Liu Qingqing had already collapsed at that time, almost insane, and he didn't want to live anymore, so he didn't care about other things.

"The only son..."

Liu Qingqing's eyes moved: "He also has a son."

"Liu Zuo? That's a beast! As soon as something happened to the master, he disappeared with his belongings."

The old slave trembled with anger.

Liu Wenpeng thinks very highly of himself, so he doesn't like to touch the peasant girls in this small county, let alone let them have children.

Liu Qingqing is his only son.

"Master, he has always loved you very much."

Seeing that Liu Qingqing was indifferent, the old slave knelt down and begged, begging all over his face: "My lord, please send me off to the master..."

Liu Qingqing closed her eyes in pain.

The old slave sighed in disappointment, and tremblingly took the rein of the horse, Liu Qingqing struggled to get up, staggered and almost fell.

"Sir?"

The old slave's complexion changed: "Then, that old executioner broke your internal energy?!"

Liu Qingqing pushed away the palm supported by the old slave, walked staggeringly in the cold wind, knelt in front of the mound of dirt, and remained silent for a long time.

I don't know how long it has been.

"There are thousands of miles of silver, hundreds of houses, and thousands of acres of fertile land... What's the use?"

Kowtowed nine times with tears in her eyes, Liu Qingqing looked numb.

I just feel that everything in the world seems to have no meaning.

After bidding farewell to the old father, he returned to the carriage, and the old slave Yaoyao kowtowed three more times before leading the horse away.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly heard a rustling sound coming from the carriage, he felt a "thump" in his heart, and turned around to look.

Seeing the messy hair all over the ground, Liu Qingqing used his hand as a knife to pull out his long hair.

The top of his head was dripping with blood, but there was a relieved smile on his face.

"Son!"

……

Yang Qiu's sleep was very long, fragrant and relaxing.

He stretched slightly, and there were bean-popping sounds all over his body, and his body was so full of energy that it almost exploded.

"Although supernatural powers are good, people can't bear it..."

Taking a few iron broad beans at random and swallowing them, Warden Yang took a deep breath, but his whole body still had tingling pain, as if he had been trampled by a herd of cows.

There is no sequelae of supernatural powers, but compared to that King Zhao of the Western Mansion, his body is really weak, which makes him seem overwhelmed.

After swallowing a lot of iron broad beans one after another, Yang Jue felt better.

"This gourd..."

Spread out your palm, the Zijin gourd the size of a child's fist is already dimmed.

Even though he fell asleep, Yang Jue didn't let go of his hand, and held the knife tightly in his arms. Naturally, no one could break his hand.

"Just for this gourd..."

Looking at this gourd that I don't know what it is, Yang Jue turned his mind and sensed the cauldron of gluttony.

Sure enough, in the Cauldron of Gluttony, a purple-gold light shone brightly.

Many of the ingredients he collected were scattered and scattered by the light, and they all avoided it.

Only the ghost-headed broadsword and the purple gold gourd are tightly stuck together, circling around each other, as if there is some resonance.

"really."

Yang Jue's spirit trembled slightly, and he had already entered the cauldron of gluttony.

The flashing light of the words on the cauldron wall was covered by the high light, but it was still clearly visible.

Before he could take a closer look, Granny Yang, who heard the movement, entered the room with food: "Xiao Prison, let's eat something."

The old woman was in poor spirits and had obviously been greatly frightened.

"You're worried."

Holding the purple gold gourd, Yang Ju hurriedly stepped forward to take the food.

Physical strength will not be generated out of thin air. After fighting overnight, he has not eaten water or rice for two days. Even if he eats some iron broad beans, he is still very hungry.

He wolfed down the food and was still hungry.

"Eat slowly, don't choke."

The old woman hurriedly went to bring food again, watching Yang Qiu eat more than ten times the usual food with a distressed and worried expression.

While eating, the old woman talked about what happened in the past few days.

On the day of the Liansheng Sect's rebellion, the city was in chaos, with burning, killing and looting everywhere. Hu Wan and a group of butchers hugged each other to protect their wives, children and children.

After one night, he was carried back by Hu Wan, and he had slept for a day and a half.

"It's been a day and a half..."

Yang Ju was a little worried, he ate hastily, and chewed on the road with a bag of iron broad beans.

Over the past day or so, the city still smells of gunpowder smoke, and there are still flames that have not been extinguished in some places. The streets are miserable, and every house is closed.

But there was also unstoppable sobbing.

Yang Yu sighed silently.

His actions are not unpleasant, but sometimes his manpower is exhausted, he can kill the chief culprit to the limit, but he doesn't care about the whole city.

With a sigh in his heart, the words in the Cauldron of Gluttony appeared in the corner of his eyes:
【Kuixing rank map】

[Level: Ten Capitals (Extreme)]

[Quality: Extreme (Extreme)]

[Evaluation: Created by heaven and earth, the rare treasures gathered by the essence, the secret treasure of the Shinto inheritance. 】

[Serve it to get the 'Queen of the Ten Capitals']

【Ingredients required: Purple Gold Swallowing Evil Gourd (already owned), Seven Star Longyuan Ghost Slaying Sword, Evil Suppressing Seal】

[Note: To refine this recipe, you need to subdue your heart, hold a ceremony, light up your life map, and refine the four steps of rank. If you make a mistake, there will be great danger]

[The Cauldron of Gluttony has insufficient energy storage and cannot be refined]

"Rank, Kuixing, subdue one's heart, hold a ceremony, light up the map of life, refine the rank..."

Opening his eyes, Yang Qiu felt a slight headache.

He knew all these words, but when they were combined together, he couldn't understand them.

However, this also matched what he had heard from the fat man at the six-door stronghold before, something that Wang Wu thought did not exist.

It is now in his hands.

"I have to find what Lian Sheng taught."

Gathering his mind, Yang Ju temporarily suppressed his thoughts.

After passing through several streets, people gathered together. A group of butchers headed by Hu Wan set up porridge stalls to give porridge to the affected people.

Zhu Shisan led a group of yamen servants to maintain order.

Seeing Yang Qiu, Li Eryi appeared out of nowhere, chattering about what happened after he fell asleep.

"Your master is really a character."

Li Eryi clicked his mouth.

Although the rebellion of the Liansheng Sect was extinguished, there were still bandits fleeing in the city, and I don't know how many people took advantage of the fire to loot.

In addition, there are fires and corpses everywhere.

Such a troublesome matter, but within a day or two, it was sorted out almost, which shows Wei He's means.

Of course, there are naturally many people in the middle.

The big prison was burned down, and there was a serious shortage of manpower. Wei He took decisive action and killed batch after batch of looters.

Hot hands scared everyone.

"Where's the master?"

Yang Yu asked.

"It should be in the county government office."

Li Eryi replied: "He has been sorting out government affairs in the county government for the past few days, and the things I collected have also been taken away by him."

Yang Ju nodded and walked towards the county government office.

A day or two passed, and the story of that night spread, and everyone who met on the way to the county government retreated in awe to make way for him.

Many people knelt down to thank him when they saw him.

Yang Jue felt a slight headache and stepped into the yamen lobby with quicker pace.

The originally empty lobby was now in a mess, almost full of all kinds of sundries. Wei He sat cross-legged on the sundries, looking solemnly at an old yellowed book.

"That thing, is it in your hand?"

Seeing Yang prison come in, Wei He put down the scroll.

"Master, do you know what this is?"

Yang Ju hesitated for a moment, but still spread out his palm, revealing a dull purple-gold gourd.

The cauldron of gluttony has absorbed its essence, and the gourd as a carrier is not very meaningful to him.

"According to the book, this thing is called Zijin Tunsha Treasure Gourd..."

Wei He shook his head and handed the scroll to Yang Ju, hesitated to speak, and still sighed:
"This thing is a bit hot..."

Yang Jue frowned and took the yellowed ancient scroll.

After a quick glance, one thing came to his mind, this thing was much hotter than he imagined.

"3000 years ago, Emperor Qin swept Liuhe and unified the world. He searched the world and searched for the fairy trail. Although he failed in the end, in a sense, he succeeded..."

Wei He spoke slowly:

"Later generations call this thing 'Dao Fruit', 'Foundation of Immortalhood', 'Master', 'Dao Fruit', 'rank'... According to legend, it contains the road to longevity and the method of becoming an immortal."

In the past two days, he gathered all the things left by Liu Wenpeng and Lian Shengjiao, and compared the Jin Yiwei's secret report, he saw a lot of things that were unbelievable even to him.

At this time, also doubtful.

"It's Emperor Qin again..."

Looking at the records in the book, Yang Jue felt as if he was reading another encyclopedia of mythology.

This very thoughtful ancient scroll records all kinds of bizarre things, and the most important thing among them is immortals.

And these "Dao Fruits" are evidence of the existence of immortals.

If others see it, the things in this book are simply unreal.

But Yang Jian held the Dao Fruit, and many things in this book could just explain some terms in the cauldron of gluttony, so he had to believe it.

For example, as stated in the book.

To become a god, a person needs to find the Dao Fruit, and it is said that he has to go through some processes, and this process is the four steps of surrendering his heart on the cauldron of gluttony, holding a ceremony, lighting up the map of fate, and refining the rank.

Coincidentally!

"According to the book, Emperor Qin called eight hundred alchemists into the palace, and then killed them all in order to preserve this secret. However, one of the alchemists escaped, which eventually became one of the reasons for the collapse of the Qin Dynasty."

Wei He's expression became more and more serious:

"I didn't want to believe this, but the person mentioned in it made me believe it..."

Raising his head, Yang Jue's eyes flickered:

"Lu Chen?"

"Not bad!"

Wei He nodded:
"According to Jin Yiwei's information, this Lu Chen should have historical records, the first Martial Saint, and even, it can be said to be the only Martial Saint!"

Thirteen blood exchanges and five foundation building stages.

After 13 times of blood exchange, through the five levels of ox, tiger, elephant, dragon, and furnace, the blood of the warrior can reach the world. At this point, he is a warrior.

But in fact, after Lu Chen, for nearly 3000 years, there was no second Martial Saint.

It was not until 400 years ago that the second martial saint appeared.

In the short 400 years after that, martial saints appeared one after another, and now, there are twelve martial saints in the world.

"Wu Sheng..."

Yang Jue's eyes froze.

He remembered that in Liuji Mountain battlefield, Zhang Xuanba seemed to say that he and Na Li Yuan were both martial saints.

"This book says that the reason why martial artists of the younger generation cannot become martial saints is because heaven and earth do not allow it..."

Wei He paused slightly:
"And according to the book, the Martial Sage is also called..."

"call!"

Yang Jue closed the ancient scroll, and slowly let out a foul breath:
"Ten Capitals..."

　The first change, continue to code words.Goal, three more!

　
(End of this chapter)