The first cause of all realms

Chapter 89 The Old Man's Trace
The night is dark and the moon is light, and the cold wind is high.

On the wasteland, Zhao Qi and the others suppressed retching and cleaned up the battlefield.

Getting along with each other these days, he has already seen that this Master Yang is not only cruel, but also stingy, not only must restrain everything on the battlefield.

Moreover, when dealing with the dead in his eyes, he is not willing to pluck hair at all.

For example, the three generations of Tiejianmen masters who were hungry in the prison car with their chests stuck to their backs, or Yuan San, who was thinking of escaping before.

He saw clearly.

This Lord Yang doesn't kill prisoners, but he really doesn't take their lives seriously.

Comparing this master's attitude towards the refugees on the road, he couldn't help but feel a little sour. Are death row prisoners not human?

"awful…"

After tidying up the battlefield, even though all the people were murderers who carried their lives behind their backs, they couldn't help but tremble and beat their hearts.

"What a lot of strength..."

Jiang Du made a gesture in his heart, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

A group of prisoners cleared up the battlefield obediently, and some were unwilling, but seeing the carriage by the campfire and the big bow, their hearts trembled.

call!
Suddenly, the prisoner's eyes blurred and he couldn't help rubbing his eyes.

"What?"

The other prisoner frowned suddenly, impatiently.

"He, his eyes, glowed, glowed..."

The prisoner staggered back, aghast.

At that moment just now, he clearly saw two lights in the carriage, which were eyes...

The man didn't rest at all, but kept staring at them.

call!
See night as day?
The inner energy flowed from the Niwan to the eyes, Yang Ju couldn't help but opened his eyes, only to feel that the carriage was bright, and the plain was clearly visible in the night.

The heart couldn't help being shocked, the inner energy dispersed, and the darkness returned.

"Blood energy is like a mud ball, and the five senses are transparent; if it enters the eyes, the night is like day?"

Yang Yu was shocked.

After experiencing so many things, especially Wei He and Wang Wu's successive teachings, he is no longer ignorant of martial arts.

The five levels of foundation building, ox, tiger, elephant, dragon, and furnace, have to undergo a total of 13 blood changes.

In addition to the fact that the first blood change must fall to the dantian to generate internal energy, each of the subsequent 12 blood changes can choose one of the organs of the whole body to strengthen.

But that's just strengthening.

Seeing the night as the day, even if it can only be done when the inner energy is stimulated, this is already an extremely incredible thing.

"This old mother's Fuqilu must be of a very high level. Could it be the middle school martial arts? But that's not true. If you want to learn middle school martial arts, you need to exchange blood more than three times..."

Yang Yu felt mixed feelings of joy and sorrow.

First, look inside himself, and then look at the night as day, if he can't see the specialness of this subduing method, then he will be too dull.

It's just that it's gratifying that this method of persuasion is different from ordinary people. With the blessing of eyes, ears, mouth, nose and body one by one, his five senses will definitely surpass the scope of ordinary people.

But the origin of this persuasion method.

"Who is that old woman who raises pigs?"

Taking a deep breath, suppressing the worries in his heart, Yang Jue stimulated his inner energy again, his eyes lit up, and he felt that the world was bright.

Wherever there is a glimmer of light, he can see it as day.

For the sharp archer, this is simply a huge advantage beyond imagination!
After trying for a long time, Yang Qiu calmed down and counted the spoils sent by Zhao Qi and others.

There are more than a hundred bandits in this group, and there are more than 200 taels of broken silver alone. The sum of the silver tickets on the heads of several leaders is not much less than that of Tiejianmen.

There are even one or two ingredients.

"Paving bridges and building roads without corpses, killing people and setting fire to gold belts... In such a world, if there is any sympathy, maybe I would have died a long time ago."

Looking at the silver job in front of him, Yang Qiu was dumbfounded.

From Montenegro to Pingyang, from here to there, the scenery may change, the prosperity may be different, but what remains unchanged is that the weak are exposed to the wilderness, and the strong are full of gold and silver.

This is already the case for the cottage of a hundred people, so what should Changliu Mountain, which claims to gather the strong from Qingzhou Green Forest Road, look like?
"Changliu Mountain..."

Muttering to himself, Yang Jue felt urgency in his heart, and when he closed his eyes, he entered the cauldron of gluttony again.

Hold the big iron bow.

not enough,

Far from enough.

……

……

Difficulty traveling.

Difficulty traveling.

Qingzhou has six prefectural cities and nearly a hundred county towns, but it is even more sparsely populated in such a large territory.

Especially in the middle of winter, there are few merchants, and few people can be seen on the road.

The mountain bandits and horse thieves who came to disturb from time to time made the journey more and more difficult.

Even though most of the condemned prisoners were blood-changed, their muscles and bones were strong.

But after walking for several months, even Zhao Qi and Jiang Du, who drove the horses and horses, were all dusty and tired, and couldn't hide their tiredness.

Looking at Yang Prison, who was still full of vigor, and even more energetic, the prisoners could no longer escape the slightest bit.

The three of Tie Jianmen in the prison car hadn't spoken a word for more than a month, even if they didn't eat and drink as usual every day, everyone almost thought they were dead.

At the same time, I couldn't help but be amazed, these warriors with more than qi and blood, not to mention other things, the vitality alone is indeed far surpassing them.

"Heishan, Pingyang, Yuangu, Fengying, Pingcheng... These seven counties are already beyond the boundaries of Shunde Prefecture. After that, it depends on which way you want to go."

The middle-aged scribe trotted to follow the carriage, and replied in awe.

His name is 'Lan Wenyu', he was born in Mingde Mansion, Qingzhou, and he was once selected as a scholar, but he had no choice but to join bandits.

Because he knew so much about all parts of Qingzhou, he was often pulled in by Yang Yu for questioning.

At first, he was still reluctant, until Yang prison killed the bandits who came to besiege one after another one by one, and added a few more prison cars.

He finally gave in.

"tell me the story."

Yang Ju lifted the curtain of the car and looked into the distance.

Faintly, one can see that there are continuous mountains, but this is a big mountain. The snow line on the top of the mountain is connected into a line, as if a god and a man split the sky.

He has seen how difficult the journey is.

Qingzhou is a place of bitter cold, far from prosperous, not to mention the official road, even in many counties, there are few floor tiles and stone slabs, so this road is more than a forked road?

He had just walked through six counties, and the horseshoes of the horse that was pulling his cart had already been changed.

"The mountain in front is called 'Nanshan', and the locals call it 'Luanshan', which has two meanings, one is that there are many mountains and forests, and the other is that there are mostly green forests, ahem, and there are many bandits entrenched ..."

Lan Wenyu gasped slightly.

His martial arts were already ordinary, but his internal energy was blown away, and his face turned red.

"Through this mountain, you can go straight to Delin Mansion, which is only eight or nine hundred miles away from Qingzhou, but if you go around this mountain, you have to pass through the three mansions of 'Mulin', 'Dingyang' and 'Delin'. It takes two or three months to go..."

"Nanshan..."

Looking at the outline of the mountains, Yang Jue's eyes were condensed.

He memorized the map by heart, and he naturally knew about Nanshan. In the past, when escorting prisoners in Heishan City, most of them chose to take detours.

Therefore, even if you dare not stop all the way, it will take nearly a year to go back and forth.

And what made him ponder is.

According to some information he got from the Liufanmen stronghold in various counties along the way, his old man was very likely to be chased into this mountain by bandits.

Seeing Yang Yu groaning silently, Lan Wenyu gritted her teeth slightly:

"...Master Yang, to be honest, I know a few villages in this mountain... If you want, I can lead the way."

"It seems that you still don't give up."

When he came back to his senses, Yang Jue glanced at the prison cars with a sneer, and the bandit leaders captured by him all looked away.

"Injustice."

Lan Yushu's heart thumped, and he repeatedly defended himself.

But Yang Ju didn't bother to pay attention, and ordered Zhao Qi to go to Nanshan. The latter showed hesitation, but didn't dare to say anything, and drove away with a long whip.

Crossing the three prefectures, the size of the Nanshan Mountain is not just talking, not to mention the north-south traverse, but the east-west passage alone is hundreds of miles wide. Even if the mountain road is unimpeded, it will take two or three days to walk.

Among them, there are so many peaks and cliffs that there are simply too many to count, and there is no map at all.

The intelligence of the six doors is the best in the world, but it is not so detailed. He only knows that his old man may be somewhere in the mountains.

"so close……"

Lan Yushu slowed down and panted heavily, but his heart was relieved.

Changliu Mountain repelled the encirclement and suppression of Qingzhou several times, and it has a great reputation. Most of the cottages have the intention of joining the group, but some of them don't even care about it.

There is such a cottage in Nanshan, called Dulong Village.

Dare to disdain to stay for a long time, this poisonous dragon village is not only because of the dangerous road in Nanshan, easy to defend and difficult to attack, but also because of their tyrannical strength.

Changliu Mountain was not the first to repel the siege by the government!

……

"Poison Dragon Village?"

Flipping through the information obtained from several strongholds of the six gates, Yang Jue frowned, feeling a little headache.

He really couldn't understand, how could the Qingzhou soldiers stationed by the powerful army in the world be corrupted into such a state, with the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty so strong and the martial arts so strong.

That's all for Montenegro City.

At the junction of the three prefectures of Nanshan, there seems to be a silver and iron mine, and it is even heard that there is a rare black iron mine.

Such a place could be taken over by bandits.

Involuntarily, he felt the Da Ming pill again.

"Could it be that in the battle of Liuji Mountain, the losses of the Ming army were so great that they could not make up for it in 50 years?"

Having entered and exited the battlefield of Liuji Mountain more than ten times, Yang Jue was in awe of the strength of the Ming soldiers.

But because of this, he really couldn't understand how snakes and rats could become a disaster in a place where tigers were entrenched...

"The information on the six doors is still too obscure, or my position is not enough to get more. But Nanshan, I'm afraid it's not that simple."

Wiping the section of the butcher's knife, Yang Jue's eyes were cold.

During his journey, he not only obtained information from the stronghold of the six gates, but also extracted all the elixir promised by the six gates of Qingzhou in a scattered manner.

Whether it's blood exchange or internal qi, external or internal training, or martial arts skills, they have all made great progress.

The refinement of the fine iron bow has also come to an end.

He has thoroughly mastered Liu Wenpeng's middle school martial art "Four Elephant Arrows", and even, with the blessing of superhuman five senses, his archery attainments have already surpassed Liu Wenpeng.

"Appreciate~"

While Yang prison was thinking about it, the carriage stopped slowly.

The curtains are lifted.

The long-lost popularity hustle and bustle has spread.

A small town appeared in the distance, quite lively.

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