The First Cause of All Realms

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The night was dark and moonless, and the wind was high and slightly cold.

Deyang Mansion is located in the extreme south of Qingzhou. The temperature is slightly higher than that of Shunde Mansion. After two years of severe drought, it looks even hotter.

Even though it is almost late autumn, in the middle of the night and early morning, it is not so cold.

Gollum~

In a small courtyard in the south of Deyang Mansion, steaming steam, the hot medicinal liquid in the purple-black wooden barrel was glowing with a blood-like shimmer, which was the addition of 'Magma Grass' to the medicinal liquid.

This kind of grass, rooted in the crater, blended with many medicinal liquids, can emit extremely high temperature, and can disperse medicinal power faster.

Its value is also extremely high. A single grass is enough for ordinary people to eat and drink for half a year. At this time, the magma grass is densely packed in the barrel, I don't know if it is dozens or hundreds.

"call!"

Soaked in it, Yu Wanghai slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air.

With the improvement of the blood exchange level, the vitality of the blood exchange warriors gradually changed, especially after reaching the third or fourth level, compared with ordinary people, it can be said that there are earth-shaking changes.

The qi and blood are finely controlled, and the heat is locked inside, so that the cold and heat can hardly invade, and the scalding medicinal liquid can only make its skin reddish.

Several maids served carefully.

"Go back."

Yu Wanghai closed his eyes and rested, suddenly opened his mouth, and let the maids retreat.

Not long after, a middle-aged man with a beard came over and bowed slightly:

"Father."

"It's easy to practice in the public sect, Chuan'er, have you experienced the past few days when you went down the mountain?"

Yu Wanghai asked.

Yu Wanchuan nodded:

"The mountain is clear and bitter, not to mention medicinal pills, it takes a lot of effort to take a medicinal bath every day, and it wastes too much time."

"Yeah, time is not enough. In one's life, ten years of youth, ten years of old and weak, and fifty years in between, there are still half a day and a half night, and there is not much time to practice martial arts and practice. Can you improve?"

Yu Wanghai mentions his son:

"Those old antiques in the door think they are lofty, but in fact they are nothing more than ignorant of the past. How did they despise them as fathers? Now, don't you have to rely on my breath?"

"Father said so."

Yu Wanchuan nodded.

Learning literature and martial arts is not easy.

Human experience is limited. Although the mountains are quiet, how much time does it take to chant scriptures, prepare meals, work, collect herbs, boil water, and take a medicinal bath every morning?

Three days in the mountains may not be comparable to one day in the city.

He is extremely satisfied with this point. Being served and serving others are naturally two worlds.

But thinking about the events of the past few days, I sigh again:

"It's just that swords, lights, swords and shadows under the mountain, attacking each other, really makes people tremble. This old man Xu is very cruel, do we really want to be enemies with him?"

Yu Wanchuan had a headache.

In the past few days, his heart skipped a beat while watching it in the city.

That old Mr. Xu's methods were too cruel, and in ten days, the number of officials who were killed on the spot after being interrogated by him has reached as many as 1,500...

"It's not that we are the enemy of him, but he is the enemy of me!"

Yu Wanghai opened his eyes, full of light, how could there be any old age?

Yu Wanchuan immediately shut up.

"You have been on the mountain for a long time, and you don't understand the laws of the world."

Yu Wanghai's eyes dimmed:

"You remember, in this world, everything has to be fought for! It's as small as a penny, as big as a hundred cities, if you don't fight, no one will give you away!

Those who teach people not to fight will become a dog's brain by fighting for themselves! "

"But Xu Wenji, what is he fighting for? He has no money in his arms, and he is not good at women..."

Yu Wanchuan shook his head.

"Do you think he won't fight?"

After looking at the son who was still a little chaotic for thirty or so years, Yu Wanghai sighed:

"People who are not lustful, do not greedy for money, do not seek food and drink, and are dedicated to the public, are such people truly terrifying and dreadful."

He regrets it a little.

Over the years, he has been busy with government affairs, keeping his son on the line, and has achieved a lot in martial arts, but this worldly sense is a bit unsatisfactory.

But it has come to this point, and it can only be taught slowly.

"Horrible and terrifying..."

Yu Wanchuan seems to understand but does not understand:

"Perhaps, he really cares about the people?"

"Hahaha!"

Yu Wanghai sneered and shook his head with a big laugh:

"There is no such person in this world."

"Perhaps there is?"

Thinking back on what he had seen and heard these days, Yu Wanchuan was a little stunned.

He had been cultivating in the mountains for many years, and not long after he went down the mountain, what he saw and heard in Deyang Mansion almost made him sick, and it took several months of cultivation to recover.

He sees everything Xu Wenji has done these days, even if he has great hostility towards him, he has to admit it.

That's a good officer.

Since going down the mountain, the only official he has seen who can match the Confucian scriptures.

"Then he must be stupid."

Yu Wanghai stretched his muscles and bones, absorbed the medicinal power, and said lightly:

"Where did Qi Long live, is there any news?" Gu

"Father, Jin Yiwei is no trivial matter. If Qi Long was born, what should I do?"

Yu Wanchuan was a little worried:

"Do you want me to bring someone to pick you up?"

"Accept what?"

Yu Wanghai frowned suddenly, and in his tone, there was a bit of hatred that iron could not become steel:

"The son of a thousand gold can't sit in the hall, you are my son, how can you risk yourself? Whether Qilong is born or not, what does it have to do with me?"

"Where is Lord Nie?"

Yu Wanchuan hesitated.

"If Qi Long cannot be born, it does not mean that he cannot be a father."

Yu Wanghai smiled lightly:

"Anything must be prepared with both hands. Qi Longsheng is not a complete plan to kill Qi Gang, but as a father, I will not rely on him!"

At this point, looking at the son who seems to understand but not understand, he is really helpless:

"Why did your father leak the manor outside the city to Qi Longsheng and others? Gaining trust is one of them, and the other is to prepare for him to be countered."

"Could it be that in the manor..."

After Yu Wanchuan was startled, he suddenly realized that, and he immediately admired it in his heart.

"In this world, there is no one-size-fits-all strategy, maybe it won't work? But you have to remember whether it works or not. At any time, don't expose it to others, and don't leave any flaws to others.

As a father, you have to expose yourself as a last resort. You must not, no matter when you can use someone, you should use someone. It is not a matter of life and death, and you must not take risks! "

Yu Wanghaiyu's air pressure was low and his expression darkened:

"This is what my father learned from this Master Nie..."

He is not a very talkative person.

But in front of him was his only son, he really had to say a few more words, otherwise, after reading a lot of Confucian and Taoist classics, he might be a good person.

That would be so sad...

"Master Nie? Isn't he already being..."

Yu Wanchuan was a little surprised. In his impression, this Lord Nie was a madman in his quest for truth, and he had long been overridden by his father regardless of everything.

Compared with the resolute Xu Wenji Zhuyu, he actually despised this titular master in his heart.

"You only say that he was used as a father, but you don't think about it, all the dirty work over the years has nothing to do with him..."

Yu Wanghai sighed.

Everyone may look down on this Nie State Lord, but he is the only one who knows how powerful this Lord Nie is.

Qingzhou's corrupt officials, family control, rampant bandits, land mergers, and loss of taxes, which one of them did not have the great benefits of his Nie Wendong?

But the black pot is all on his own head, and he may also have a great relationship.

However, even if someone traces it back to the bottom and falls on his head, it is just a lax and confused.

Can be stupid, not to die...

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call!

Yang Prison descended with the wind and landed on a hill that was so desolate that there were only scattered dead trees. From this distance, a few miles away, it was faintly visible that a large villa was located.

In these years, those who can independently build villas outside cities, towns, and villages are not ordinary people, especially in this year of catastrophe and famine.

The disaster in Deyang Mansion has reached an extremely serious level. Those wandering in the wasteland are not only ordinary people, but also poor warriors from their families.

Without enough power, Zhuang Mie would have died long ago.

In the ten days, he traveled seven places, and all the villas he saw were defended by strong force, and he chose the wilderness instead of the convenience of the city. Most of these people also have problems.

In fact, there is no clean power that can accept Mu Huan.

You must know that although the friction between the imperial court and Lianshengjiao is extremely restrained for various reasons, collusion with Lianshengjiao is also a great taboo.

"This villa..."

Yang Prison stopped on the hill and looked at it from a distance, and a strange feeling suddenly appeared in his heart.

The mind is also the sixth sense.

The breakthrough of the mother wanted to convince Qilu~www.wuxiaspot.com~ not only greatly improved the five senses, but also allowed him to perceive the danger to himself faintly.

At this moment, he smelled a dangerous smell.

This seemingly unremarkable manor, far inferior to Baishi Villa, is not simple, and it is very likely that the person behind Qi Longsheng is located.

"Let me perceive the danger, who could it be?"

Yang Yu muttered to himself, and several names came into his eyes.

Up to now, he has long been a refugee and beggar.

The vast Qingzhou, seven prefectures and one hundred and two counties, among the hundreds of millions of people, can make him feel the danger, but the number of palms.

This is not arrogance, but has a clear positioning of his own strength.

Through Qin Si's supernatural powers, it is almost equivalent to a quasi-grandmaster who washes his muscles, bones and blood with the most quintessential blood in his life.

In addition, he directly swallowed the blood-changing Great Pill, which he could swallow again every six months or even a year, without hesitation, and he directly broke through the fourth level.

It is equivalent to jumping from nine blood changes to twelve!

We have already arrived at the door where we can condense the true spirit!

call!

Not long after Yang Prison stopped, the living dead with black robes covering their bodies, hoods covering their faces, and carrying four big bows of elephants also followed.

After more than ten days of raids, although the living dead made few shots, the loss was not small. Besides the medicinal pills, the blood energy that could not be produced on their own was also lost a lot.

"Unfortunately, Qi Longsheng's blood level is not as good as above..."

After finding a shady dead tree and sitting down to hide his figure, Yang Yu's mind moved, and the various **** entries captured in the fierce battle in the valley were poured into the body of the living dead through the evil-suppressing seal.

hum!

A scorching red light flashed away, Yang Yu closed his eyes, and after the living dead trembled, he opened his eyes:

"Is it dangerous?"