The first cause of all realms

Chapter 790 Extremely ruthless tiger!

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"In the fourth year of the new calendar, in Lingnan Road and Wanzhou territory, Daoguo was born, and the master of supernatural powers, Yan San, was recruited by the Song family..."

"In the autumn of the fourth year of the new calendar, in the same year, in Lingnan, Pingxi, Wanlong, Linlong, etc., masters of supernatural powers were born one after another..."

"In the following seven years, there were as many as 32 clearly recorded masters of supernatural powers, and there may have been more than a hundred suspected ones..."

"The difference outside the pass is not bad, but if you count the Dao fruits that spread from Shangcunxian Mountain, the number will exceed that inside the pass..."

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While the incense was lingering, the disciples of Wanxiang Mountain read the dossier softly and reported to their teacher.

"It's only been ten or so years, and there are nearly 200 people..."

Amidst the fragrance, Wang Muzhi was writing at his desk, and couldn't stop writing after listening to it:
"Great disaster, great chaos, great luck..."

The world is vast, not counting the overseas islands, not mentioning Dali and Sirius, the land of Ming Dynasty alone had a population of tens of millions in its heyday.

Two hundred doesn't seem like much.

But all of this only happened within ten years, and the number of supernatural masters born in the 700 years before the founding of the Ming Dynasty was less than half of this number!
This is even more terrifying.

"The world is in chaos, and all heroes rise together. Perhaps, it also fits the tide theory of Sanxiao Sanren?"

Lin Sheng closed the file and responded to his teacher:

"It's not just masters of supernatural powers. In the past ten years, there have been a few martial sages, Xiao Shishu, Qi Daoguang, Youlong, Guan Qi, Song Tiandao..."

"It's nothing more than the aftertaste of martial arts. In the future, even if the martial sage will not be reduced to extinction, but the pure martial sage may end in your little uncle's generation..."

Smelling the smell of incense, Wang Muzhi continued to write at his desk, and Lin Sheng also continued to report a lot of information.

But he is the head of the Northwest Road Supervision Department, and he is responsible for the collection and sorting of foreign intelligence.

The square-inch fairy mountain that was born out of the sky has affected many powerful forces, so that in recent years, there has been no war at the border.

Most of the things reported by Lin Sheng are also related to Fangcun Xianshan. Who has obtained the Dao fruit, who has learned supernatural powers...

In the past few years, information about Daoguo and supernatural powers has spread among ordinary people.

"Go back."

After a long time, Lin Sheng closed the file again, Wang Muzhi didn't lift his head, but waved his hand, letting him go.

"teacher……"

Lin Sheng didn't back out, hesitated again and again, and said:
"Teacher, when will you go back to Northwest Dao City? Brothers, I miss you very much..."

"miss?"

Stopping writing, dipping in ink, Wang Muzhi raised his eyes and glanced at him:
"Why, the place of one road is stable, and the greed for power has arisen?"

"The disciple dare not."

Lin Sheng's complexion tightened slightly:

"It's just that in recent years, the lord has deviated from us more and more, favoring scholars of new learning. Those people don't read the scriptures and don't respect Confucianism. They..."

"I always want to have something, sometimes I think too much, I think more... This is the nature of human beings, how can there be any courage or not?"

Looking at the disciple who dared not look directly at him, Wang Muzhi felt bored.

In the past ten years, why hasn't he thought about going to the Northwest Taoist Temple?
After all, that was the place where he poured his heart and soul into implementing the laws he negotiated with Yang Jian.

But he held back.

Without him, the influence of the Vientiane Mountain Gatemen on the Northwest Road is already too deep.

From laying down, to governing, to selection...in every aspect, the authority has been quite deep.

Under such circumstances, he was even more unable to go to the northwest in person. He was not worried that Yang Prison would not have the capacity to accommodate people, but that his disciples' ambitions would expand.

pity……

"It doesn't matter what you think, it's not a bad thing to think about it, but you'd better, just think about it..."

After a slight pause, Wang Muzhi didn't say much, and waved his hand to tell him to get out.

The latter seemed to have a thousand words in his heart, but he had no choice but to bow and retreat.

"People's hearts, hearts..."

In the empty room, Wang Muzhi had no intention of writing. After a long time, he sighed and took a few steps forward:

"The teacher listened for a long time, but didn't speak. Is it because he wants to see his disciples laugh at him?"

Outside the door, there is Xu Wenji, who is getting older, walking slowly into the room on crutches:

"Perhaps, this is the same lineage? The old man's disciple is disobedient, and your disciple is also different from the Dao..."

"There are no same flowers in the world, no one with the same thoughts, naturally, the way is also different..."

Helping the teacher to sit down, Wang Muzhi shook his head:

"The complexity in the hearts of the disciples is not that they have other thoughts, but that they are short-sighted..."

"Prosperity, wealth, and power, who wouldn't want to? Oh, yes, except for you back then..."

Looking at his most satisfied and rebellious disciple faintly, Xu Wenji's expression was a little subtle:

"I still remember that time, when you were only eleven or twelve years old, the old man asked about your aspirations in class, and only your answer left a deep memory..."

Hearing the teacher mention the past, Wang Muzhi also has some nostalgia:
"But my disciples always believe that everyone can become a saint..."

"so……"

Xu Wenji looked at the wet paper on the case:
"With this book, can I become a saint?"

"It's just a feeling in my heart after hearing the changes over the years."

Wang Muzhi closed the door and lit the incense again. This is his homemade incense, which can calm the mind.

Xu Wenji stopped talking, and slowly flipped through the paper, sometimes frowning, sometimes stretching, and said after a long time:

"You think the future is so pessimistic?"

"Not pessimistic, but fact..."

Carefully putting away the paper, Wang Muzhi looked calm:
"The changes in the sky are earth-shaking changes in the world, and they are even more violent to the indescribable horror..."

Xu Wenji yawned. In recent years, his spirit has become worse and worse. Under the calming incense, he even fell asleep.

"A master of supernatural powers, not a warrior!"

Taking a deep breath, Wang Muzhi continued:
"Martial saints, even if they are extremely strong, they still cannot escape from the category of mortals. Their descendants and grandchildren can't master martial arts, even if there is a way for ordinary people to change their lives...

Masters of supernatural powers, they are not immortals, Buddhas and demons, but they are no longer human!But Taoism can be passed on from generation to generation through the magic weapon refined by the god seed..."

Xu Wenji frowned slightly:
"you……"

"Teacher, the future world may be a prosperous one for young juniors like Qi Daoguang and Black Mountain Old Demon...

But for ordinary people, it will be a more profound disaster than before, than now..."

In the room, Wang Muzhi lowered his eyes:
"Supernatural powers can be passed on. This is too scary... How can an ordinary person who is a martial artist be able to compete with such a person?"

Xu Wenji's expression was slightly moved:

"Do you think that after the troubled times are settled, the world will be controlled by those supernatural power masters who have a long lifespan, master supernatural powers, and can pass them down from generation to generation..."

"meeting……"

Just as Wang Muzhi was about to say something, his heart suddenly moved, and he heard the sound of drums exploding in the pass, and the sound of friction and collision of large pieces of weapons and armor.

"Enemy attack?!"

Xu Wenji coughed violently and stood up.

Wang Muzhi had already caught his arm, and came to the city wall with lightning speed.

I heard thunder bursts on the plain, and endless snow waves rolled and moved, just like the waves of the sea, one layer was higher than the other, and the wave was higher than the wave.

The city walls of Shuiyun Pass seemed to be trembling.

In the distance, banners and flags were flying, people and horses were like dragons, eight thousand masters rode their horses in armor, entangled with energy, like a mountain rampant.

The billowing baleful aura came overwhelmingly, and its power was so tyrannical that it almost reminded people of the Xuanjia Jingqi who was so famous in the world back then!

"Sirius riding?"

Wang Muzhi's eyes froze, and his expression changed immediately.

A hoarse but loud shout came from outside the pass:

"Xu Wenji! The widow is here, so hurry up and open the door!"

"Open the door!"

Ok? !

After being slightly startled, Wang Muzhi's complexion suddenly darkened, and the blazing thunder light rose up uncontrollably.

The army is overwhelming, and the emperor calls the door? !

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Something happened in Pingshui County, Yang Yu did not go to Fangcun Xianshan at the invitation of the big boss, although the latter invited him dozens of times in the past few years.

Called a group of officials in the state capital, told them to deal with the aftermath, and returned to the Northwest Road City by flying eagle, and retreated again at the first time.

And when he left the customs again, he heard the recent uproar...

"The emperor calls the door!"

The Ming Dynasty lasted for more than 400 years, and this is also a unique event, especially among ordinary people, it is extremely sensational.

The moment he left the gate, Yang Prison, whose five senses were much stronger than when they were at their peak, could already hear many voices of discussion in the palace and even in the nearby streets.

And Qi Wensheng, who had been waiting for a long time, stepped forward immediately to report the matter to him...

"...On that day, outside the Shuiyun Pass, eight thousand heavenly wolf cavalry appeared, and their troops approached the city with overwhelming momentum. And there were also..."

"Long story short!"

Raising his hand to interrupt Qi Wensheng who wanted to make a long story, Yang Jue said:

"Then where is Emperor Qianheng now?"

"Cough cough..."

Qi Wensheng coughed several times:
"After he called the door that day, of course the door wouldn't open, but he also lowered the hanging basket and pulled him up. After that..."

"Seize power?"

Yang Ju frowned slightly.

Emperor Qianheng was naturally not a good emperor, but he was not useless, at least he was very familiar with temple battles.

In fact, based on what he had glimpsed from Qin Lihu and Xu Xiuxiu, he might be able to piece together something.

Without his intervention, this Emperor Qianheng would return in a few years or more than ten years, and the one who greeted him was Qin Lihu who had pacified the two states and six prefectures.

And then...

"The teacher is by his side, he wants to, but how can he take it away?"

Qi Wensheng sneered, and then his expression became a little complicated, and he even said that it was extremely horrifying:
"The teacher made a decisive decision and sent him to the Shanshan Pass, and handed him over to the former commander of Jinyiwei, Li Baihu..."

"Senior Brother Wang personally handed him over to Li Baihu?"

Hearing this, Yang Qiu couldn't help raising his eyebrows, he seemed to still remember Li Baihu's destiny is...

Wang Muzhi, did he even know?
"Just now, there was a message from Lingying..."

"Emperor Qianheng died at the barrier of the mountain pass! Li Baihu personally killed him,
Hanged on a tree with a crooked neck outside the Great Wall! "

　Good night, good night... Anyway, I wrote it.Thinking about it, finding my own taste, I have written very lightly in the past two days...

　
(End of this chapter)