The First Cause of All Realms

The sun is about to set, and the clouds in the sky are like fire.

A gentle breeze blew through the courtyard, without reducing the heat, Yang Prison stood silently, unable to calm down for a long time.

People in troubled times are like grass, and what can be more terrifying than natural disasters is war.

He especially remembered a record he swiped in the six-door case-received room. It was at the beginning of the founding of the country, when Taizu Zhang Yuanzhu patrolled Jiangnan Road.

"The previous dynasty was also divided into nine roads. Among them, Jiangnan Road was the most prosperous, with hundreds of millions of people and 40 million inhabitants. The Taizu once yearned for it..."

"Later Taizu visited the south of the Yangtze River, the prosperity has turned to ashes, thousands of miles of fertile soil, only 18 households remain..."

"The emperor weeps, and the servants all fall down and cry."

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The cruelty of the war is far from being described by a few strokes in the history books. You can see the whole picture at a glance. The most prosperous Jiangnan already looks like that.

The bitter cold is like Longyuan Road, such as Qingzhou, where the borders of various countries are at the junction, and the military is fighting for a place, what should I do?

How many households are left?

What made him more dignified was that the situation had obviously improved now. Under Xu Wenji's iron hand, the four great families had disappeared, and the Qingzhou officials had been cleaned up.

The mountain bandits and strong beams in the territory are also almost swept away. As long as the drought in Deyang Mansion is solved, there is a tendency to be abandoned.

After another 20 years of recuperation, Qingzhou will be completely new and will not be the same as before.

Therefore, even if the world is still in unavoidable chaos, it should not start from Qingzhou.

unless……

"Fate..."

After a long time, Yang Prison closed the courtyard door with his sleeves and turned back to the room.

call!

Suck!

He suppressed all the worries in his heart, crossed his knees on the bed, took the medicine pill and golden beans, closed his eyes and entered the cauldron of gluttony again.

The strangeness of the fate is not something he can understand at this time. If his guess is right, he can only take a step at this time.

In his mind, he focused on the superior sword technique 'Qinglong Nine Kills'.

The Zhang family, with a long heritage, may not be able to match those of those thousand-year-old families, but in the current world, it is a well-deserved number one.

Combined with the nine kings of the Ming Dynasty, the ten lineages of the Zhang family are almost the largest sectarian family in the world.

For four hundred years, it has swallowed the world, and it has a profound background that ordinary people can't imagine.

Such an excellent swordsmanship is enough to show his swordsmanship to the fullest, instead of only fighting back with a half-baked tyrannical fist when he fought against Wang Jingqi before.

hum~

At the moment of holding the Qinglong Yanyue Saber, the scene in front of him peeled off and circulated again. The white cloud and the sun, the rural village, and the martial arts field that was pressed by the yellow mud reappeared.

The skeleton is large and tall, but it is thin to the point that only a few old people with skeletons are left, holding the Azure Dragon Crescent Sword and screaming in the sky.

The scene turned around again, and what I saw in front of me seemed to be a battlefield where banners and flags were like a forest, killing the sky.

Amidst the billowing smoke of gunpowder, another god-like dragon and horse, who was as red as fire, carried a member of his generals to and fro.

"Qinglong Nine Kills!"

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...

In the mansion in the south of the city, dozens of soldiers and guards came and went, fetching all kinds of materials to build the altar.

The altar is not one, but seven, each of which is three feet six feet five inches high and two feet four feet in a circle, and is located between the front hall and the backyard.

The location of the seven altars is also very particular, and the distance between each altar is also three feet six feet five inches, in the shape of seven stars.

With enough manpower to mobilize, on the 13th, the altar was almost completed.

Unexpectedly, this process went very smoothly. Neither Yang Qianhu nor anyone else came to disturb him, but left him sitting empty for more than ten days.

"The Taoism that requires seven altars to perform, this Master Nie is not easy..."

Sitting cross-legged on the rockery, Yuanjue whispered to himself, thinking in his heart.

Taoism, martial arts, and different arts seem to be different, but in fact they have a deep connection and convergence.

Buddhist martial arts was originally the ancestor of Zen Buddhism who retreated under the Bodhi tree for seven years and became enlightened from the supernatural powers. Later, Taoist Zhenxiu was also inspired to create Taoist martial arts.

After that, there were countless outstanding talents, and based on the martial arts of Buddhism and Taoism, thousands of martial arts flourished.

Therefore, just now, he has all kinds of martial arts, and he does not speak of the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism.

The different techniques were born out of martial arts, but they were completely different from ordinary martial arts.

But Taoism is much more different than the two.

Taoism, all originating from supernatural powers, is closer to the existence of supernatural powers than martial arts and other techniques, and even some powerful Taoist inheritance, which looks almost the same as the legendary supernatural powers.

Of course, this is also a legend.

As far as he knew, in the past three thousand years, the most tyrannical Taoism with solid records appeared at the end of the Qin Dynasty.

At the end of the Qin Dynasty, the two alchemists most relied on by the Qin Emperor, whose real names are no longer known, were later known as 'Hou and Lu Erzhen'.

Later, above the boundless ocean, these two were also the first recorded people who discovered the Dao Fruit.

These two people used thirty-two Taoist platforms as a guide to call out twelve golden men, almost suppressing the world's martial artists, and even Lu Chen, the martial sage of the year, had to avoid his edge.

In the end, it was Lu Chen who joined hands with Han Chu's three heroes, and invited Shangshan Sizhen to face it face to face. Ba Zun led 8,000 children and defeated his Taoist platform with the best soldiers in the world.

In the past three thousand years, due to the emergence of supernatural powers, there have been more and more sects and individuals in the mastery of Taoism, and there are many types of Taoism.

As far as he knows, the strength of Taoism can be seen from the altar.

The more tyrannical Taoism, the more complicated the steps to perform, and the more altars are needed as a carrier and medium. The Taoism issued by the seven altars is no trivial matter.

"Master is very interested in Nie's Taoism?"

I don't know when, before Nie Wendong came to the rockery, he stood with his hands behind his back, looked at the seven-method altar with the outline, and nodded slightly.

"Taoism is the method closest to the legendary magical power in the world, and the poor monk is naturally curious."

Yuanjue is very calm.

Although the inheritance of the Dayan Academy is long-term, but there has not been even a magical person in the millennium. Although Lanke Temple has it, it is not something he can contact.

Even for him, Taoism is a very mysterious existence.

Even in his heart, he was curious about the power of this technique.

"No matter how good Taoism is, it is not as good as supernatural powers, or even better than martial arts and different techniques..."

Nie Wendong sighed slightly.

Daoism is excellent, but the conditions for its performance are really too harsh. Not to mention other things, the price of these seven method altars alone can be worth 70,000 taels of silver.

And it is extremely cumbersome and complicated to set up.

If there is no power to help, it is almost a dream for a single person to perform Taoism, and if there is no guardian, it is extremely easy to be beheaded.

Compared with martial arts and the use of different techniques, it is not as good as it is, let alone compared with real magical powers.

Therefore, in the decades since he obtained this technique, he has not really performed it once.

"Each has its own advantages and disadvantages, and Taoism does not conflict with martial arts and other arts."

Yuanjue shook his head slightly.

The pros and cons of Taoism and martial arts have often been debated for thousands of years, but after all, those who can master Taoism are also first-class in martial arts, but even a martial artist may not be able to master Taoism.

"Master, if you are interested, why not make another deal?"

Nie Wendong looked at the old monk and smiled slightly:

"For example, King Kong is not bad."

"Your Excellency is joking. With Lord Nie's honorable status, most of the time, you don't need to fight someone by yourself, but this technique is more suitable."

Yuanjue restrained his smile, no longer entangled in what this altar Taoism is, and instead asked:

"According to the progress, at most half a day, the altar can be built. I don't know who the lord's goal is? Mr. Xu, or the Yang Prison Yang Qianhu who lost your face?"

"It's good for the master to protect the law."

Nie Wendong smiled without saying a word.

"Could it be that the lord has another purpose?"

A strange feeling appeared in Yuanjue's heart.

At first, he only said that the Lord of Nie State must be punished, and that the purpose of setting up the altar must be to kill that Yang Qianhu, but now it seems that this is not the case.

"Who knows?"

Nie Wendong didn't answer, and walked slowly into the altar.

Seeing him walk into the altar, all the soldiers and guards bowed and retreated, but the old monk Yuanjue's eyes narrowed.

Nie Wendong's long sleeves flicked, and a fist-sized statue made of unknown material slipped from his sleeve.

With Nie Wendong's movements, there were inexplicable changes in the altar, and the originally bland altar changed like a finishing touch.

In his induction, it was as if he had come to life, and he could not stop swallowing some external things.

"What kind of statue is that? It's not a **** or a demon, it looks like a man and a woman..."

Looking at the deity that was inhuman and inhuman, exuding a strange aura, Yuanjue couldn't sit still, but felt a little frightened, and subconsciously wanted to stay away.

It was not any deity he knew, nor was it a famous evil god, neither male nor female, strange, but he looked at it and suddenly noticed something strange.

This statue seems to have a lot of similarities with Nie Wendong himself...

"All retreat!"

Climbing to the altar~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Nie Wendong spoke coldly, and the soldiers left the place where the altar was located as if they had been granted amnesty after hearing the words.

Only Yuan Jue on the side of the Dharma protector, and the four guards of Fenghu Yunlong who were still a little weak in the distance.

Whoosh!

The statue of non-human and non-god landed on the altar, and immediately there was a sound of wind rising from the ground, blowing the conch, the wind chimes, and a hazy mist also enveloped the seven altars.

Yuan Jue stared at it, but couldn't see through the thin mist, and only faintly heard a subtle and strange murmur.

The syllables are weird, like weeping and complaining, not like a male voice, but more like a complaining woman calling for her lover to return, calling for her children to return home, whimpering and sobbing like a complaint.

"This is……"

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