The first cause of all realms

Chapter 81 Are the rivers and lakes not fighting and killing?

"Master Xu..."

The knight shook his head slightly: "This old man has a bad temper, we'd better not deal with him."

"The temple, the place, the ranks, the rivers and lakes. This old man has hurt the interests of too many people. It's okay to be in the temple. Let him go to the place, hehehe..."

Yuan Jingying narrowed Danfeng eyes slightly:
"Our opponent is still that crazy woman from Jin Yiwei... It's getting late, let's talk about it when we go to the city."

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"Put on armor and stand sharply, and walk in an orderly manner. Those people, are they from the army?! Did they come here because of the rebellion of the Liansheng Sect? Or..."

In the carriage, Yang Jue was still guessing the identity of the group of people.

With a glimpse, he felt quite a threat. The knight in the lead probably had much higher martial arts than Yuchilong.

The latter never made him feel such a strong threat even when he was making a decisive blow.

"Master Yang..."

Outside the carriage, there was a begging voice: "Excuse me, hurry up? Otherwise, we are afraid that we will sleep in the wilderness today..."

In the snow, a few thieves with only single clothes were crying.

After the warriors changed their blood, they could already resist the cold and heat to a certain extent, but they were dissipated from their internal energy and wore their lute bones.

It's better during the day, but if you sleep out in the open at night, you might really freeze to death.

"Yes, Master Yang. You just need to lie down, and we will lead the horse for you and never let you get tired."

As the sun set, several inmates felt the chill.

Only Guan Shanshui snorted and closed his eyes.

Although he is not proficient in horizontal martial arts, but after changing his blood five times, he can't raise his inner energy, and he is not afraid of this coolness.

"Why? Do you still want to stay in hotels and restaurants?"

Lifting the curtain, Yang Qiu sneered.

The Liansheng sect's rebellion lasted all night, and there were killings everywhere. They were able to commit countless bloody crimes without being killed. These criminals are naturally not easy to save.

All of them had their blood changed, and the two driving the car had their blood changed for the second time.

"Even if it's a ruined temple, it's fine."

Jiang Du and Zhao Jiu, who were driving the car, also begged: "Don't hide my lord, we still have some property outside this city, I hope you can give it all to your lord..."

"Yes, I also have a manor, and I am willing to offer it with both hands."

The rest of the prisoners also begged.

They are really scared.

This 'Yang Beheaded' was ruthless, he killed a person in one night, and some of them have seen it before.

I'm afraid that he will freeze himself to death in the wild.

"Are you bribing me?"

Yang Jue pinched his chin, a little playful:
"The laws of the Ming Dynasty are strict, and taking 60% of bribes can kill you. You have all reached this point, and you still want to drag me into trouble?"

"How dare you frame an adult, I really can't bear it."

Several inmates cried uncontrollably.

"Before it gets dark, you must stop."

Yang Ju glanced at Guan Shanshui lightly, and put down the curtain.

It's not that he feels pity for these scumbags, it's just that he himself doesn't like sleeping in the wilderness.

The group of prisoners who got the permission immediately cheered up. The two people in front of the car drove their horses to speed up, and the prisoners behind did not dare to lag behind.

In the wind-blown car curtain, they could vaguely see the large and exaggerated fine steel bow.

Yang prison left Montenegro with only a bow, twelve arrows, half a butcher's knife, a few gold and silver bills, and a few taels of broken silver.

The rest are some dry food and medicinal materials. Of course, the most abundant ones are all kinds of 'iron broad beans'.

In the days before leaving Montenegro, he didn't do nothing.

What should be taken, he will not take less.

call!
Swallowing a grain of iron broad beans, Yang Jue closed his eyes, urging his inner energy to flow around his body, advancing the progress of the iron crotch skill bit by bit.

The formation of plank ribs and tendons not only transformed the body, but also brought enormous oppression.

However, it was also this oppression that made his external martial arts progress much faster than before.

hum~
With one mind and two purposes, the inner qi wandered away, and Yang Qiu also entered the cauldron of gluttony.

More than 30 pieces of food materials of various types and colors flew randomly under the impact of the purple-gold light. Yang Yu stretched out his hand and held the purple-gold swallowing evil gourd in his hand.

These days, he played with the gourd for a long time almost every day, trying to get something from it.

It's a pity that although this gourd is called "Dao Fruit" by the lunatics taught by Lian Sheng, it is completely blank inside and out, and there is nothing left by the predecessors at all.

Not even the slightest trace of artificial carving.

It's really like the rumor that "the gathering of heaven and earth" is "not the polishing of the day after tomorrow".

"There is a treasure mountain in the sky, but it is blocked from the door."

After looking over and over for a long time, Yang Qiu still sighed and let go of the treasure gourd.

Turned to look at another recipe.

Nine cows and two tigers in refining.

"According to those books, the so-called supernatural power is the power that can be obtained after refining the 'level' achievement of 'Dao Fruit'...

This King Zhao of the Western Mansion also possesses a Dao Fruit? "

Yang Qiu guessed.

The recipe has not disappeared after getting the god-like nine cows and two tigers, or in other words, once the recipe is obtained, it will not disappear.

"I still have three chances to enter the Liuji Mountain... Once it is exhausted, I need to fill up eleven more ingredients to open it again."

Yang Ju murmured in his heart, a little eager to try.

What is the current level of myself in that battle?
Can you fight against that King Zhao of the Western Mansion?
After glancing at the dozens of ingredients, Yang Yu was convinced that it was just one ingredient, which could be wasted.

hum~
With his thoughts, the recipes of Jiu Niu Er Hu shined brightly, and in the blink of an eye, Yang Qiu entered the familiar battlefield of Liuji Mountain.

The setting sun is like blood, and the banners are flying.

……

……

Whoosh!

In the cold wind, the carriage was speeding on the uneven official road.

A group of prisoners stepped on the snow, sweating profusely, panting rapidly, seeing the sky dark, all felt a little urgent.

Suddenly, a man seems to have seen something:
"Fire, there is fire!"

At this time, the sky was already dark, and although the fire light was weak, it was very conspicuous, and everyone cheered up.

"call!"

In the carriage, Yang Jue wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

This time, he was not as lucky as before. He directly entered the Death Battalion, and the moment the horn sounded, thousands of troops came galloping and trampling over.

After a wave of fire, the one who died was much faster than the last time, and there was no sign of the King Zhao of the Western Mansion.

"Firelight?"

Hearing the commotion outside, Yang Juan lifted the curtain of the car to take a look, frowned slightly and stopped everyone:

"Stop!"

"Sorry~"

Jiang Du and Zhao Jiu, who were driving the carriage, didn't dare to neglect, and hurriedly pulled back the horses.

"Master Yang?"

All the prisoners looked at him eagerly.

"Rest here, and hurry up tomorrow morning."

Ignoring the pleas of the prisoners, Yang Jue casually tied the horse to a tree beside the road, swept out a snow-free space with his sleeves, and sat down cross-legged.

Everyone was dissatisfied, but they didn't dare to object, so they could only pick up some dry firewood and light a fire.

It was late at night, and the cold was getting heavier.

The faces of all the prisoners were ashen, and they had to hug each other close to the fire. Although it felt better, it was impossible to even think about sleeping.

"Yang Prison..."

Guan Shanshui's eyelids twitched wildly as he was locked in the prison car and let the cold wind blow.

With his physique, it might not be an accident if the cold wind blows overnight, but it is definitely not a pleasant thing.

"Zhao Jiu, share the dry food."

Yang Jue gave an order.

"Okay, Master Yang."

Zhao Jiu hurriedly responded, took out a dozen dry biscuits from the carriage, hesitated for a moment, and put back two more.

First, he gave two to Yang prison, one for himself and Jiang, and one for the rest of the prisoners.

Although the prisoners were dissatisfied, they did not dare to make a sound.

As for the messy Guan Shanshui in the cold wind, everyone tacitly forgot about him.

"call!"

Guan Shanshui gritted his teeth in hatred, took a deep breath of cold wind, and closed his eyes.

What if I don't eat a meal?
……

……

crackling~
Wet wood exploded in the fire.

The flickering flames shone down, and the faces of all the people in Tiejianmen were rather ugly.

"Shouldn't be..."

The Bazihu ​​mountain bandit fell to the ground in embarrassment, with a dull expression on his face.

"Dog, is this the only way you said?"

A young man held a sword and glared at him with a bad tone.

"Yongyan, keep silent!"

The old man with a black beard and white hair and bright eyes scolded in a deep voice:
"If you go to Qingzhou, don't take this road, you have to take the January mountain road! Just wait quietly, I believe this friend will not want to play tricks on the old man!"

"What the master uncle said is true."

Shi Yongyan kept silent like a cicada.

The old man's name is Yan Jinglue, he is nearly ninety years old, and he is the person with the highest seniority and the highest martial arts in their Iron Sword Sect.

Fifty years ago, he participated in the battle of Liuji Mountain. He was a well-known number one figure in Shunde Mansion, and even the owner of a mansion had to give three points of face.

"The people in the door are all scattered?"

Yan Jing asked in a low voice.

"Returning to Master Uncle, he has been scattered to various places, and the mountain gate is also set on fire, set on fire..."

The man who replied was upset:

"After a fire, our Tiejianmen disappeared in the boundary of Shunde Mansion..."

"If there are people, they will be there. If you don't take the initiative to abandon the mountain, and wait for the six gates and Jin Yiwei to find the gate, you will not be able to leave even if you want to."

Yan Jing slightly sighed:
"You guys, take the court too lightly..."

"Uncle Master, look, is there a fire over there?"

Shi Yongyan turned his head inadvertently, and saw a fire light up in the distance.

After he reminded, the rest of the people also saw the fire, and their spirits were shaken.

"good."

Yan Jing slightly frowned slightly.

His eyes suddenly brightened in the night, and after a while, he stood up:

"The mountains and rivers are there, let's go."

"Yes!"

Everyone in Tiejianmen got up one after another.

Shi Yongyan glanced at the mustache who was sitting on the ground, and frowned slightly: "This person?"

"It's just bandits, you can kill them."

Yan Jinglue didn't even look at it, he flicked his fingers, and a ball of energy shot out, the face of the mustache changed drastically, but he didn't have time to react, he was already beaten to death.

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Under the firelight, Yang Jue swallowed the iron broad beans one by one, wisps of heat spread from the viscera to his whole body, warming several arrow wounds.

In the numbness, he lightly flicked the butcher knife, and the buzzing sound spread far and wide in the night:

"Since you're here, why don't you show up?"

"Who?!"

All the prisoners turned pale with fright. Looking left and right, they heard bursts of heroic laughter like Huang Zhong Dalu:
"Hahaha! As expected of 'Yang Behead' who has gained fame recently. Knowing that this old man is coming, not only did he not run away, he even dared to sit and wait. This old man has to admire you!"

"Uncle Yan!"

In the prison car, Guan Shanshui was agitated, and the shackles on his body were rattling.

"I heard that the iron sword gate suddenly caught fire, and people went to the mountains a few days ago. Master Wei guessed right, you are indeed planning to rob prisoners."

Yang Jue's eyes were fixed, and he looked at the old man who looked like a lion:
"But I didn't expect that you would come in person."

Those who witnessed the First Battle of Liuji Mountain were famous 50 years ago, and he had naturally heard of Yan Jinglue's name.

However, he disappeared 20 years earlier, suspected that his vitality and blood had plummeted, and he was afraid that the enemy would seek revenge and hid.

But he didn't expect that this old guy would come to rob the prisoner himself.

"Since you know who this old man is, you will save me a lot of talking."

Ten zhang away, Yan Jinglue pressed his sword and did not move forward, and said lightly:

"Yang Xiaoyou, for the sake of this old man, how about letting my nephew live? If you are willing to save face, Tiejianmen will definitely accept your friendship."

"Thin noodles? No no no..."

Yang Jue gently wiped the blade, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"In Yang's opinion, Your Excellency's shamelessness is not inferior to the city wall!"

　Good night everyone.Transitional chapters, a bit slower.The author is also an old acquaintance.The Waste Paper Bridge, the one where the driver sneaked away.

　
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