The first cause of all realms

Chapter 844 Rubbing completed, exhale into soldiers!
After 20 years of self-cultivation and cultivation, all businesses in Northwest Road are prosperous. Even though the prohibition on alcohol has not been relaxed in the slightest, there are not many restaurants in Zhucheng District, but there are more.

Juyuan Pavilion is a new restaurant that has only opened in recent years. It is located in the corner of Dongcheng District, quite far from the eight major streets in the city. Although it occupies a large area, the location is really not good.

But its business is really good, it's not until noon now, but there are no empty seats, not only the elegant seats upstairs, but also the hall is overcrowded.

But at this moment, hundreds of drinkers were seated, but there was no noise in the restaurant, and everyone was looking at the high platform in the hall.

"But it said that Long Yuanwei rushed into the underground palace with a group of masters of the rivers and lakes to wipe out the demons!"

"Who are the people in this Longyuan Guard? Those are the three 27 mansions of Longyuan, the elite among millions of troops, every one of them is a fierce god who was killed out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood!
I saw them line up with each other, it was like a forest of swords, like a sea of ​​sword energy, and they were killing directly in the dark! "

……

On the high platform, a storyteller was standing with a folding fan. He had gray hair and a pale face, but his voice was loud and cadenced. Cooperating with the ventriloquist behind the screen, the expressions of the drinkers changed, sometimes worried and sometimes relieved.

"...Suddenly, in the depths of the underground palace, there was loud shouting, as if ghosts were crying and gods were howling, and all the heroes were startled, and they couldn't stand firmly!

The leader of Long Yuanwei took a look, and his heart was also excited. That Hanba girl is more than three feet tall, with an eight-foot waist, eight arms and three heads, she is simply ferocious and vicious! "

Snapped!
Xingmu knocked at the right time, the storyteller smiled slightly and bowed holding the folding fan:
"The sun is in the sky, and it's noon. The little old man will not disturb the guest officials for dinner. If you want to hear about the funeral, please come early tomorrow!"

While speaking, the storyteller had already stepped off the high platform.

A crowd of drinkers shouted and applauded, or praised again and again. Some people got excited and wanted to get up when they were pulled by their companions.

"Don't want to live anymore? This master was a good friend of the prince when he was in his infancy, so he hated him..."

The companion scolded in a low voice, seeing the gentleman's gaze, he immediately got up, offered the scattered silver taels, nodded and bowed and retreated.

"Walk slowly."

Weighing the broken silver, Li Eryi smiled all over his face. He has spent most of his life as a storyteller, so why would he care about this little offense?

He clasped his fists to send each other off, and walked up to the sixth floor with a smile. He ended his storytelling early today.

In the private room on the sixth floor, Yang Juan sat by the window, overlooking the splendor of the city, feeling peaceful in his heart.

As a man in two lives, the prosperity he has seen is far from what the Northwest City can match at the moment, but this is what he has devoted his heart and soul to for 20 years.

He is also the trace left in this world.

Huhu~
There seemed to be a breeze coming in from the window, blowing the heartstrings, Yang Juan's eyes opened and closed, faintly aware of the fluctuations originating from the depths of the soul.

Martial Saints preceded Shidu, and their oppression of Daoguo is comprehensive, not just the stagnation of supernatural powers,

There is also the inconvenience of the sea of ​​​​laws.

Over the years, he has entered the Sea of ​​Law quite a few times, but if the old man had not had an accompanying boat, the time he could stay would have been less than eleven of the original.

It wasn't that the sea of ​​laws was rejecting him, nor was his precepts shaken, but that his 'weight' had become heavier.

According to the vague conclusions he has drawn from his personal experience over the years, that is, ten capitals are pure, and martial sages are turbid...

"When did you come back?"

Li Eryi poked his head out from the door and saw that Yang Ju was alone, he immediately relaxed a lot, sat down honestly and began to eat and drink.

"I just came back, I haven't returned home yet."

Yang Jue replied, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and ate with him.

Every time he went out to run around, the first thing he did after he came back was to find a restaurant to eat, and most of the time, he was with Li Eryi.

He has very few friends, and it is still reasonable now, but this little old man is the only one left.

"Take it easy."

Li Eryi poured him a cup of tea.

"Tired……"

The bitterness of the tea leaves bloomed on the tip of his tongue, and Yang Jue breathed out lightly:
"If a person has no long-term considerations, he must have near-term worries. If I don't do some things as soon as possible, it will be more troublesome in the future..."

"It's not fun to be high and powerful."

Li Eryi sighed slightly.

Perhaps he was frightened by his experience in the past few years. He has hardly been out of the city in these years, and even lived in the palace.

However, he did not ask for an official position, and still traveled to and from various restaurants every day, telling stories, listening to books, or drinking tea and so on.

"you're old."

Yang Qiu spoke suddenly.

"You and I have known each other for 40 years, how can we not be old?"

Touching his gray beard, and then looking at the normal-looking Yang Ju, the little old man was quite envious and sighed:

"You still look like this..."

"Has it been 40 years?"

Yang Yu was a little silent.

The years slipped away inadvertently. He has been running around all these years and rarely has free time. He is indeed very insensitive to the years.

Seeing Li Eryi's graying hair today, I realized that 40 years have passed...

【Shouyuan: 89/112】

Whether it is a martial sage or a master of ten capitals, his life expectancy will not be longer than that of ordinary people, but he will not die of illness, and he can live to the end of his life.

Only by living to Jiuyao can you take your life to the sky...

"It's a pity, the old man's talent is too poor, he can't practice martial arts, and the road to immortality is not smooth, maybe one day, he will die of old age..."

After eating and drinking enough, Li Eryi sighed while picking his teeth.

"That day is still early."

Yang Ju also put down the bowl and chopsticks, but an inexplicable urgency rose in his heart.

Li Eryi is already ninety, but the old man and mother-in-law are both going to break a hundred this year...

"Early or late."

Li Eryi didn't seem to care too much, he patted his buttocks, said goodbye and left, since Yang prison came out of Heishan City, he had dinner with him without paying the bill.

"Mingyue doesn't know where to go..."

After sensing the recipe of the Five Viscera Concept, Yang Jue calmed down and said lightly, "Come in."

"Brother Yang's exit this time is shocking. If the news spreads, maybe those anti-kings will flee without a fight!"

Covering his face with a folding fan, dressed like a man, with slightly white hair, the person who came was Feng Wushuang, the current leader of the Liansheng Sect.

"Ugh!"

Yang Yu sighed.

"Brother Yang, why are you sighing?"

Feng Wushuang asked curiously.

"Feng Jiaozhu has always come to the door for everything, but there is nothing good to come to the door..."

Yang Yue shook his head slightly.

"That's not necessarily the case."

Feng Wushuang put away the folding fan, smiled and said:
"Brother Yang's Supervision Department has the style of the Jinyiwei back then. If you want to come to Fangcunshan, do you know?"

"Know a thing or two."

Yang Ju frowned slightly.

In the first year when Fangcun Xianshan came out, the big boss, Xie Qi, and Lin Daoren had already left, and some important information was sent back intermittently through the Xuanguang Mirror.

But in the past year, there has been no news from several of them.

"It is said that there are many rare treasures, Dao fruits, and even magic tools and magic weapons in that square inch fairy mountain. Is it possible that Brother Yang is not interested?"

Feng Wushuang asked.

"Of course there is interest, but Mr. Yang is entangled in many things, but he can't go there in a short time."

Yang prison replied.

The temptation of Fangcun Xianshan to him is far greater than that of others, not because of the Daoguo treasure in it, but the word "Fangcun" alone has made him want to go there several times.

only……

"It's a pity... To be honest, the younger sister passed by the northwest this time, and wanted to invite Brother Yang to go with her.

If you don't go, then the little girl can only say goodbye. "

Yang Qiu originally thought that Feng Wushuang would tell some secrets to seduce him, but he didn't want her to just shake her head in regret, and said her intentions:
"Returning to the wind and returning to the fire, it's not easy to move. My sister's lifespan is less than 40 years old. If I can't find the foundation to supplement the lifespan, the medicine of the lifespan, the Martial Saint, I'm afraid there will be no hope..."

Shouyuan...

Looking at Feng Wushuang's white hair on the sideburns, Yang Ju was slightly silent, but he still shook his head and refused:

"It's not that Yang is ruthless, it's that there is a reason why he can't go..."

"Then, my little sister bid farewell."

Feng Wushuang was a little disappointed, but he didn't force it, and disappeared into the restaurant with a bow.

"Real people."

After she left, Yang Jue sighed slightly, and took out the pagoda tree spiritual tablet, the Taoist of truth certainly understood what he was thinking:
"The old Taoist is somewhat interested in the legendary fairy mountain, but in the current state of the old Taoist, it may not be able to help..."

Lin Daoren hadn't heard from him for more than a year, and he was even more nervous than Yang Qiu. If it wasn't for his helplessness, he might have left long ago.

"Seven kills."

Yang Jue spoke suddenly, and in the next moment, a figure appeared in the room like a ghost,

Wearing a cloak, with a cold breath, he is the undead refined from the old demon of Montenegro.

"Let 'it' accompany you, think about it, it's not a big problem..."

"Soul manipulation..."

Even if it wasn't the first time he saw this corpse, the man of truth still trembled in his heart, and couldn't help sighing slightly:
"Capturing his soul, refining his corpse, if you hadn't mastered this supernatural power, I'm afraid there will be another big devil in the world!"

With his tactful persuasion, Yang Qiu naturally understood:
"Rest assured, Mr. Yang will not use supernatural powers indiscriminately. This supernatural power can't condense the god-seed, and won't spread it to the outside world."

"In this way, the old man can rest assured."

Daoist Mantra's heart eased, and he immediately fell into the locust wood spirit seat, letting the living dead'seven kills' into his sleeve robe.

"Ghost baby!"

At the same time as the living dead broke through the window, the shadow of the ghost baby also floated out of Yang Jiao's shadow, and hurriedly chased after him.

"Fangcun Mountain..."

Standing in front of the window, looking at the back of the living dead, Yang Jue's eyes looked cold.

When he left the customs this time, besides wanting to subdue the two countries and eliminate the border war, he also had the intention of going to Fangcun Mountain to meet the big boss and Lin Daoren.

It's just that Lu Chen's sudden appearance broke his plan.

With his practice today, if the change of heaven has not come, he asked himself that even Lu Chen would not be able to do anything to him.

But Lu Chen obviously wouldn't confront him head-on.

And we must guard against the secret prying of a master who is not inferior to himself, and who has mastered the invisible of gathering and scattering, and can't detect it with the eyes of the sky and the world...

"Great supernatural powers..."

Yang Ju stayed for a long time but did not return to the palace, but until the sun set and the moon rose, a soft cry sounded in his heart.

That voice came from the Cauldron of Gluttony...

[Di Kuixing... Rubbing failed...]

[Exhale into a soldier... Rubbing completed! 】

　Good night, good night, everyone, go to bed early, today is gone, see you tomorrow...

　
(End of this chapter)