The first cause of all realms

Chapter 955: Erlang of the Yang family has just grown up!
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The New Year's Eve has passed, but the wind on the Northwest Road is still extremely cold. Except for the armored vehicles that kept going day and night, there are almost no people living there.

But inside the city, it was very lively.

In the past ten years since Yangju was established as the capital in the northwest, this once big border city has leapt to become the central place connecting the inside and outside of the pass, and its prosperity has approached the former capital of the Great Ming God.

Similarly, because the center is here, crowds are coming in, this originally extremely majestic city has been expanded several times, and the original city has now become an inner city.

"Oh, there is no grass growing under the big trees. In the past ten years, Longyuan Road and Ding'an Road have withered badly. There are many wealthy families who moved here. If it were not for the household registration restrictions, I am afraid that the Northwest City will be ten years older. times, it is already overcrowded!"

"Where is this a matter of ten years? Counting before Taizu established the country, there was no war in the Northwest Road for more than [-] years, shouldn't it be prosperous?"

"Squeeze the troubled times, punish the powerful, build an armored chariot, create mountains and rivers, rule the world, wipe out the two great dynasties outside the customs, and the great ancestor is born!"

"The old man Taizu suffered too much. He fought on the battlefield for 30 years and watched the world calm down, but..."

"I heard that before our country was established, the Taizu pushed the four wilds and eight poles, looked down on the heroes of the world, defeated all the heroes, and suffered an incurable injury in the process of establishing the world. After that, he did not show himself in front of people for several years..."

"Cough! I heard that last year's winter night, the city changed drastically, and the light of the gods was like the sun. It seemed that the great sun was blooming. The Taizu, an old man, was murdered..."

"Shut up! Although we haven't been convicted of crimes because of our words, we still need to be in awe! Your Majesty is adhering to the Taizu's decree, but he has done a good job..."

"I heard that His Majesty has called on the warriors and masters of supernatural powers to compose the two volumes of the 'Musashi' and 'Tao Sutra'. This is something that will benefit the world..."

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On the sixth floor of Liuhe Building, many diners were talking about it, with various accents. Although Xinchao has a unified accent, it does not take a year or two.

By the window, Yu Jing stood with his hands behind his back, overlooking the whole city, as if he didn't hear anything.

In the inner and outer cities of the northwest, all kinds of businesses are flourishing. Although the cold wind is howling, there are also people flowing inside and outside the long street, which is already a scene of prosperity.

But with a sweep of his gaze, he landed on the former Northwest Prince's Mansion, now on the west side of the Imperial City, which is the practice hall.

It covers an area of ​​hundreds of mu, with open terrain and majestic momentum. A pair of red lacquered stone unicorns with a height of three people are at the gate, and hundreds of elite soldiers in armor are patrolling back and forth.

At a glance, there are quite a few people rushing in, all of them are people with full energy and tyrannical blood, at least, they are also people who have exchanged blood, or, people who have spiritual powers.

The practice hall was established in the third year of the first year of the Yuan Dynasty. Taizu Yang Yu called on the world's great schools and made many promises. He invited countless masters to come and compile the Musang and Taoist scriptures.

After Emperor Yang Jian succeeded to the throne, he opened the practice hall again, and five or six out of ten practitioners from all over the world came.

Dachan Temple, Zhujian Mountain Villa, Lanke Temple...even, Cave Master Qiankun were all invited here.

"The practice hall is really lively. Yesterday, Sword Master Mu Qingliu and Headmaster Lu Qingting of Hanging Mountain also came. It was an unprecedented event!"

Qi Wensheng didn't know when he came to his uncle's side. Looking along, he seemed to have a feeling:
"Heroes use martial arts to break the ban, and immortals use supernatural powers to disrupt the law. If your majesty cultivates the 'Musang' and 'Tao Sutra', if it really spreads all over the world, it may not be a good thing..."

Naturally, not everyone agrees with the opening of the practice hall. Qi Wensheng and other Confucian scholars do not quite agree with it, and even repeatedly speak out against it.

"The general trend is so, Your Majesty is just following the trend. In fact, this is also the decree of that person. What he wants is not the prohibition of martial arts and the prohibition of god channeling, but that everything is under the rule of law. Taoism, supernatural powers, and martial arts are all for human use." .”

Yu Jing spoke:

"If that day can really appear, it must be an unprecedented event!"

"The law is used by the people to benefit the world. This is of course good, but there must be a general trend that will rule the world and overwhelm everything..."

Qi Wensheng sighed, his voice lowered a lot:

"Nowadays, how can you compare with the little uncle?"

In fact, what he objected to was not the practice of martial arts and Taoism, but...

"Then you underestimate the present..."

Yu Jing shook his head, implying something:
"Do you think that the martial sages and ten capital masters in this world really came here willingly? And if they are not willing, why would they come?"

"Ok?"

Qi Wensheng was startled: "It's not because of..."

"He has already left, but these Martial Saints and Ten Capital Masters are still coming one after another..."

Yu Jing took a deep look at him and turned around.

Qi Wensheng seemed to be aware of it, and when he looked back, he saw a young man who was as handsome as a heavenly man came uninvited, sitting next to the two of them, eating heartily.

"Your Majesty..."

Qi Wensheng's expression tightened:
"The old minister made a mistake..."

"How can Mr. Qi make a mistake? You said that my brother is better than me, but I can only be happy. It's the first time someone compares me with my brother in these years. Doesn't this mean that my merits have improved rapidly?"

Yang Jian smiled and waved his hand indifferently:

"However, what Elder Qi said is not complete."

"what?"

Qi Wensheng was at a loss.

"It is true that I am much inferior to my brother. But..."

Yang Jian wiped his greasy palms:
"Other people, where are they qualified to compare with me?"

"Uh……"

Qi Wensheng was at a loss for words, and Yu Jing was also a little speechless. He wanted to refute, but he couldn't refute.

Because, others don't know, but he knows that this His Majesty has fought against all the heroes in the world in the past few years...

"Okay. I'm full, the two of you will continue."

Yang Jian got up, didn't care about the two seeing each other off, and disappeared into the restaurant without knowing what to do.

In the next moment, it appeared outside a certain room in the practice hall.

"You use this Taoism technique, but it's amazing."

In the small room, Wang Muzhi raised his head from the desk and glanced at His Majesty, a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

He had never seen such a talented person in his life.

This former emperor had an even more astonishing talent than his elder brother. He was only in his twenties, and he was already a martial sage.

Moreover, all the dozens of Taoist arts that he has practiced have achieved great success.

Compared with his elder brother, he is only short of the level of supernatural power...

"There is no way to advance, so just learn something casually, unfortunately, it is meaningless..."

Yang Jian paced in, flipped through the progress of "Musang" and "Tao Jing", and chatted with Wang Muzhi casually.

It has only been more than a month since Yang Qiu left, but there is already a bit of turmoil in the dark, which naturally cannot be hidden from the two of them.

"South four roads, two countries outside the pass, there are some commotions. After all, I don't have the deterrent power of my brother, but it's okay. If you come alone, you can cook individually. When you come together, you can clean up together!"

Wang Muzhi was still a bit dignified, but Yang Jian didn't care much, and turned back as soon as the topic changed:
"It is said that someone got good fortune from Fangcun Mountain? The big boss has been crying for a long time?"

"With the revival of the spiritual tide, I'm afraid there will be more such things in the future."

Wang Muzhi sighed:
"This is the general trend of the world. It is not our generation who can resist and reverse it!"

"Why do you need to block? My brother is not here, who is my opponent in this world?"

Yang Jian pulled out a chair and sat down.

"The sky is changing day by day. If one day, Lord Jiuyao appears in the world, how can you resist? After all, you have no rank map..."

This is Wang Muzhi's biggest worry.

Without a rank, if you don't enter the path of immortality and Buddha, even if this talent is unrivaled, he will be crushed and killed by the general trend...

"You, you should really choose a rank map..."

Wang Muzhi didn't know how many times he mentioned this topic.

And Yang Jian's answer was the same as before:
"Wait for my brother."

"You..."

Wang Muzhi shook his head, he didn't know whether to be happy or sighed.

The new emperor, no matter in every aspect, was aligned with his elder brother, even though he held a lot of Dao fruits that could recognize the Lord, he was not wavering at all.

Speaking of which, the prosperity of this person's luck also made him speechless.

He went out of the city to invite the masters of the world to fight, and it took only a few months. He got seven or eight Dao fruits, two magic weapons, and even more fragments of magic weapons...

"In the legend, if Jiu Yao is successful, ten are empty. But this is the legend after all. If after your brother achieves Jiu Yao, there is no vacancy for Ji Dao Kui Xing, what will you do?"

"Then, just wait for my brother Baji."

Yang Jian didn't waver at all, seeing what Wang Muzhi wanted to say, he put down the copybook and disappeared into the room in a blink of an eye.

In the practice hall, there are many masters of supernatural powers, but in comparison, there are naturally more martial arts masters. During the decades of chaos in the world, martial arts masters have emerged one after another, as if the last aftertaste of martial arts is blooming.

After leaving Wang Muzhi, Yang Jian came to the area where the Buddhist gate was located.

In order to supervise these Buddhist sects, he put together the masters of Dachan Temple, Wuliangzong, Lanke Temple, and Tianlun Temple in Dali outside the pass.

Sure enough, these monks fought together.

"In more than a month, they have created thirteen high-level martial arts? These monks really have their own skills! Seven or eight years ago, there was only one high-level martial art!"

Looking through the new martial arts created by the great monks, Yang Jian couldn't help being very satisfied. These martial arts were all created according to his needs.

"The great sun wheel seal, the Fudo Ming king seal, the Great Vajra wheel seal, the outer lion seal, the inner lion seal, the outer bound seal, the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva mudra, the Dragon King mudra, and the earth-touching demon seal..."

"Tsk tsk, these monks still know how to name them. The names are bigger and more fierce!"

A wisp of green smoke emerged from Yang Jian's cuff, and the old man walked around the room in amazement, and then looked at the handsome and heroic emperor's younger brother:
"I remember you said last time that you would follow your brother's path, but now you are going to sort out the classics and make achievements?"

"The four images of heaven's will are of course the foundation! I want to follow my brother's path, but I don't want to follow suit...

The most important thing is that there is a sudden feeling. "

Yang Jian flipped through a series of Buddhist martial arts, his mind drifted a little:
"A few days ago, I had a dream. In the dream, I dreamed that I lived in the Nine Heavens, ruling the universe. With one word, the gods fell..."

"...You and your brother are still different. He has never dreamed of such outrageous things..."

The man of truth was a little speechless.

As long as this is the wild fantasy of a young man's dream.

Unexpectedly, Yang Jian was very serious:

"My lord, I didn't lie, I really dreamed about it, and I really realized something... These days, I want to collect martial arts from all over the world, mainly the Buddhist and Taoist schools and the handprint kung fu of some sects..."

"Are you serious? Forging a hundred scriptures is not something easy to do, especially if you are already a martial artist, if something goes wrong, you will be severely injured, or..."

Now, the old man of truth is a little worried:
"Your brother entrusted you to the old Taoist. If something happens to you, the old Taoist must not be able to explain to your brother..."

"It's just a thought. I don't know when the Hundred Scriptures will be cast..."

Yang Jian flipped through the book very quickly, and when he was speaking, he was still gesticulating. The two exchanged only a few words, and they had mastered all of the dozen or so excellent martial arts.

The mantras who watched at this speed were a little terrified.

When Yang Jue was suppressing him, he hadn't really noticed Yang Jian's specialness, but once the former was gone, the latter showed an earth-shattering talent.

All kinds of entry made him feel very horrified!
For a superior martial art, he can practice it to great success in only seven days. Even if it is a magical level like Tiangangquan, it will be pushed to great success in no time!

"Besides, I want to find an opportunity to ask my brother..."

"Your brother?!"

Hearing this sentence, the man of truth suddenly woke up: "You can still contact your brother?!"

"Occasionally, occasionally..."

Yang Jian combined the cheat book, a little apologetic:
"Don't blame the real person, it's not deliberately trying to hide it from you, but my brother doesn't allow it to be revealed... Let's talk about other things..."

The Nine Nine Profound Kungfu realm is his greatest secret. When Yang Jian was young, he thought that everyone had it, but later he realized that only he had it, so he knew why his elder brother let him hide it.

Taoist Zhenyan didn't care too much, he was more concerned about what kind of martial arts this kid was going to create.

However, after sitting for a long time, Yang Jian saw that it was getting dark, and he could only hold back a name, so he had to give up temporarily.

"It's getting dark, we have to go back."

Yang Jian put down his pen and got up.

Even though he is already the pinnacle of martial arts and the lord of a country, he still goes home to eat on time every day.

"call!"

Seeing that he was so cautious, the man of truth was also relieved, but he glanced at the table case, and shook his head unavoidably:
"Buddhist scriptures, Taoist scriptures, etc., you can read them, but don't be too deeply influenced. Martial arts are not just powerful because of their famous names. The name you named is really..."

Yang Jian nodded with a smile, got up and left.

Between the opening and closing of the door, there was a breeze that blew the table and the table and messed up the papers, but one of them did not move.

The five characters on it are flooded, like a thousand weights:
The Wheel of Life and Death!
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The imperial city is not small, but most of the places are the offices of various ministries.

Only the small courtyard in the northwest corner is the family's residence.

It's only been a month or two since Yang Prison left, so the small courtyard naturally hasn't changed much, but spring is approaching, and the old man turned over the small vegetable patch in the small courtyard.

When Yang Jian came back to the courtyard, the old man was knocking on the soil, and in the small courtyard, the mother-in-law was walking around the corner with a kettle.

"Huh? Is this tree blooming?"

Yang Jian was a little surprised, he thought the peach tree was dead, and it hadn't blossomed or beared fruit after 20 years.

"you……"

Granny Yang was about to say something, when she saw her old man jumping three feet high in the vegetable field, and rushed into the house like flying, stirring up pieces of dust:

"News from Xiao Prison!"

　Hmm... There should be Chapter 2, but something will happen later, it may be updated later, please don't wait...

　
(End of this chapter)