The first cause of all realms

Chapter 850 Longyuan Zhang Xuan, came across time and space!

Longyuan City, the backyard of the palace.

It was a peaceful winter afternoon, everything was as usual in the front yard of Longyuan Palace, but the backyard was very dignified.

In the front and back of the courtyard, there were at least dozens of people on duty, and no one was allowed to approach.

And in the quiet small courtyard, there were only Zhang Wen'an and the old concubine, and not even a maid was by her side.

"How long has it been, how long has it been..."

Zhang Wen'an paced back and forth, feeling uneasy and a little anxious.

This day came too late, not an hour late, but a full year and a half.

As the saying goes, one is pregnant for ten months, but this is far more than two October months. Even if this is not a normal birth, it seems too unusual.

He paced back and forth, and the noisy old princess couldn't calm down, and the movement of turning the Buddhist bead bracelet couldn't help but stagnate:
"If you don't shut up, get out!"

"have to……"

Zhang Wen'an hurriedly shut his mouth, but the palm of his hand holding the bamboo stick was a little wet.

"Amitabha, Amitabha..."

The old concubine closed her eyes, kept turning the beads, and prayed silently in her heart.

"Miss……"

What was different from what the two of them imagined was that in the room, the little maid who had studied midwifery for half a year was in a dilemma and had nowhere to start.

The mist-like water vapor came from nowhere, filled the whole room, and it was foggy.
Can't see anything.

"Donglong Daoguo, supernatural powers can't be extinguished..."

In the mist, Yu Fengxian sat quietly, fine beads of sweat wet her hair and flow down her cheeks.

She is giving birth.

But it's not the same as anyone imagined.

She is born with supernatural powers.

hum~
The humming that seems to be there seems to flow out from the depths of the soul, and gathers at the dense light cluster in her lower abdomen.

After the supernatural power was promoted to the second level, Yu Fengxian realized how the old dragon who blocked the river plotted against him back then.

Donglong is not extinguished, and the inheritance is endless.

This supernatural power not only gave her unparalleled energy, but also gave her supernatural powers that are unimaginable to ordinary people.

The combination of God and Qi can give birth to the Son of God.

She doesn't need an heir, but since grandma wants it, she can't refuse in the end, but she can't let her marry.

After the supernatural power was promoted to the second level, she was completely relieved just now, but the supernatural power can't be created out of nothing, it needs something to rely on,
In other words, a ray of 'God' is needed.

In the end, she chose Yang prison, and for the first time in her life, she wanted to repay her kindness...

"call!"

"Suck!"

In the room, the mist rose, and the little maid backed away in horror, only to feel that there seemed to be a huge monster in the mist, which made her feel terrified.

She wanted to rush out the door several times, but she didn't dare, so she approached the wall cautiously, not daring to vent her breath.

call!
It seems like a moment, and it seems like a long time.

The long breathing sound in the mist disappeared, and it was replaced by extremely violent fluctuations.

Only Fengxian Yuyu can detect that strands of energy are overflowing from her lower abdomen, gathering into balls between her hands...

"Is baby coming out?!"

Outside the fog, the little girl's heart beat faster, she wanted to go forward, but she didn't dare to go forward.

And while she was waiting in agony, an extremely loud cry suddenly sounded in the mist!

"Wow!"

As soon as the crying sounded, the whole house seemed to tremble, and immediately, the fog that filled the house suddenly squeezed through the doors and windows!

All the decorations in the house, including the little maid, were all pushed out at once.

"mother!"

The exhausted Yu Fengxian couldn't breathe a sigh of relief, and a crying voice sounded in her heart.

mother……

The never-before-seen title made Yu Fengxian stunned on the spot, and almost forgot to find out where the voice came from.

what mother?

calls me? !
Yu Fengxian lowered her head in shock, looked at the crying meat ball in front of her, and subconsciously pressed the Qinglong Yanyue knife in front of the couch.

"Mom, it's me! Don't draw the knife, don't draw the knife!

I am Henry Zhang, after 29 years, I will talk to you, there is not much time, listen to me..."

Yu Fengxian reacted, the moment she wanted to lift the knife, the voice in her heart suddenly became high-pitched, but at the same time, it became extremely blurred and distorted:
"...Go save him, go save him! Tell him, don't break through the Ten Capitals, Lu...everyone will die!!!"

"???"

Yu Fengxian looked around in a daze, then looked down at the crying baby in front of her, and didn't react for a long time:
"Save, save who?"

……

……

Huhu~
The cold wind blows heavy snow, and the world is chilled.

Ding'an Road is still separated from the Border Pass in the northwest, but it still belongs to the Border Pass. The blizzard comes early and leaves late.

At this time, the new year has just passed, but there is no peace in Ding'an City, there are only a few pedestrians and vendors, and the cold wind reveals the desolation and desolation.

A storm is coming.

If someone looks down from a high place, they can see that the smoke from cooking houses in Ding'an City seems to have decreased a lot, and it's not just the soldiers who are rushing to the border.

"This day has finally arrived..."

Walking alone on the empty street, Li Chuang's expression was indifferent, but his heart felt sad.

With the support of Lian Shengjiao, in just a few years, he conquered the entire Ding'an Road, and where he passed, many cities fell in anticipation.

However, for the next ten years, he was trapped in this Ding'an city.

It belongs to the three frontier roads, and the terrain of Ding'an Road is much better than that of Northwest and Longyuan. According to the masters of Liansheng's teaching, you can go to Northwest and Longyuan to retreat, and Dongyang and Linlong to enter.

But when he was really here, he knew the difficulty of the situation.

Dongyang Road is far away from Dongyue across the inner sea, while Linlong Road on the other side has the shadow of King Zhao of the Western Mansion, and its strength is powerful.

And Longyuan, Northwest...

"Yang Prison!"

Countless times in the middle of the night, he would wake up from the dream, to the point where he didn't want to hear this name mentioned.

But when this day finally came, Li Chuang found that his heart was very peaceful.

"As the saying goes, when a tree falls and the monkeys scatter, you haven't fallen yet, but the monkeys above and below the tree seem to have escaped a lot..."

An indifferent voice came:
"Half a lifetime of suffering, the foundation that has been worked hard for more than ten years seems to be about to collapse, are you willing?"

Li Chuang raised his head slowly, and before he knew it, he came to this small temple again. In the wind and snow, the clay sculptures in the small temple that looked like Buddha and God seemed to be smiling.

"Actually, you should have expected all of this a long time ago. Whether it's the Liansheng Sect or the mob under your command, they can't be used as a foundation..."

The clay sculpture faintly opens:
"When the time is right, they are always disadvantaged. When the time is against it, it is only natural for them to abandon you. Not to mention the Yang prison, pushing Mobei alone, covering the two countries with one hand..."

"If you want to ridicule, you don't have to! Li Chuang is no more than a postman in Longyuan. He originally had nothing, but now he loses it, so what?"

In the snowstorm, Li Chuang stood with his knife:

"Even though the Northwest King's meritorious deeds are world-class, Li Chuang is not afraid of him, he is just dead!"

It's just that it's a pity for the soldiers and civilians who followed...

A flash of sadness flashed through his heart, Li Chuang turned around and left, the army had already started, and as the master of Ding'an, he must not take half a step back.

"Actually, you still have a chance..."

Click.

The floor tiles under his feet were crushed, and Li Chuang turned around abruptly:

"What did you say?"

"The battle beyond the Great Wall shook the world, and the kings were terrified. Yang Jue already has the power to swallow the world, no matter whether it is Tie Hengliu or Xue Dilong, they are unstoppable..."

Clay opening:
"But you are an exception."

"But Li doesn't think there is anything special about him."

Li Chuang laughed at himself.

It is true that he once had self-esteem from being a postman at the border to becoming the leader of a line, but this arrogance was nothing in front of the Northwest King.

"You may not believe it, but the truth is. You have the air of a son of heaven. You were originally a Qianlong in this world, and you should have dominated the Northwest Road.

It was supposed to revolutionize the Ding Ming Dynasty, proclaim the Emperor Dashun, it was supposed to..."

"enough!"

Li Chuang interrupted him coldly:

"Gods and ghosts, Xuanxuanxuxu, do you think Li is a three-year-old child, let you coax him to play?

In this world, the strong will prevail, and the weak will be small, so there is no such thing as what should be, what is predetermined! "

This is not the first time he has heard these words from the mouth of the clay sculpture.

In the beginning, he believed it somewhat, but now, how could he still believe it?

"In these years, you have asked Li to build 81 transfer platforms, but what happened?"

"Soldiers are coming to the city soon!"

Li Chuang's chest heaved, if he hadn't known that he couldn't do it, he would have wanted to smash the clay sculpture immediately.

For more than ten years, clay sculptures have taught him many times, and this so-called transfer platform was built by him when he first saw it.

According to what the clay sculpture said, this move could turn back the clock and take back his stolen life, but...

"Everything I said is true, it's just that you didn't listen. In ten years, you had at least three chances to attack the northwest, but you were indecisive..."

The clay sculpture shook his head:
"Once or twice, that's all. How ridiculous is it that you didn't move when Yang Prison came out of the gate?"

Li Chuang was silent.

During the ten years, he did have several opportunities to attack the Northwest and Longyuan, but in the end, he still gave up the idea.

He was born in Longyuan, and half of his genealogy died in the invasion of foreign races. It was really unacceptable for him to take advantage of others' danger and join hands with foreign races.

"Etiquette, righteousness, honesty, morality and law are the shackles that the superiors use to control the people..."

Clay Sigh:

"In 3000 years, some people imprisoned their mothers, some killed their fathers and brothers, some bullied orphans and widowed mothers, and some murdered their superiors...

But as long as you succeed, everything is nothing. If you can't realize this, you can't be the master of others. "

"perhaps……",

Li Chuang stood silently.

"In the end, your fate has been broken and your luck has been taken away. Otherwise, how could you be so indecisive?"

"enough!"

Li Chuang was impatient:
"Are you going to say something that steals your life again?"

"If you don't believe in me, why wait here?"

The clay sculpture responded with a sneer:
"Up to now, you have no choice! Believe me, you still have a chance to fight, otherwise, if you don't see that Yang prison, you will be crushed by Qin Lihu!
That sick tiger, but Wu Qu answered his orders! "

"call!"

After a long silence, Li Chuang couldn't turn around, and finally bowed his head:
"Where is the vitality?"

　Good night, good night, everyone... My fingers hurt again,

　
(End of this chapter)