The First Cause of All Realms

"..."

The big boss didn't say what he chose, but Yang Yu couldn't help kneading his temples, his heart was tumbling, and he almost had the urge to punch him on the spot.

But on second thought, the mountain he went to may not be the one he guessed, and even if it was, it was his own choice.

It didn't seem to be the wrong choice.

only……

"Fenghua is introverted, and the gods are self-obsessed. It is not advisable to measure Dao Guo with the value of mortals, and the big boss may regret it, not necessarily."

Yang prison rarely said one more sentence.

"Regret?"

The big boss smiled dumbly:

"How can I regret it?"

Yang Yu didn't say anything, just looked at him deeply, remembering his confident expression at this time in his heart.

After Qin Si heard his words, she said:

"The big boss wants to invite us to go to that fairy mountain again?"

"good."

The big boss nodded:

"I asked myself that the choice would not be bad, but there must be a lot of treasures in that immortal mountain, more than one altar. The old man confided his secret and invited the two to go with him, which shows his sincerity?"

He is sincere.

Doing business has always been to see his sincerity before he can gain the trust of the other party. He naturally understands this.

"I'm afraid this is just empty talk, right?"

Qin Si guessed:

"I'm afraid that after so many years after leaving this mountain, the big boss hasn't found the way again, right?"

"That's right. Decades have passed, and the old man has never seen that immortal mountain again, but it will appear sooner or later."

The big boss nodded and admitted that he couldn't hide this from the others:

"There is a saying in the tidal theory that with the intensification of the tide, the legendary 'Tianhaijie' will reappear in the world sooner or later, and the historical sites that have appeared will only appear more and more frequently."

"How much do you know about the big boss of 'Tianhaijie'?"

At this time, Yang Yu calmed down the waves in his heart and regained his composure.

Having personally experienced Ghost Villa, he believed the words of the big boss to some extent.

After all, according to the records of Six Doors, Ghost Villa only appeared 90 years ago, and it only appears every 30 years, which itself is beyond ordinary people's cognition.

Not to mention, he has personally been to the Sky Sea Realm once.

"Master Yang, do you believe me?"

The big boss's smile grew brighter.

Not everyone believed his remarks. After all, if he hadn't experienced it himself, he would have been somewhat skeptical of the tidal theory.

"No one knows where the Tianhaijie is. After all, Sanxiao Sanren is only a name deduced from the ancient monuments. The immortal realm is too far away after all."

The big boss said, took out a scroll from his arms, put it on the table, and pushed it towards Yang Prison:

"If Master Yang is interested, why don't you take a look for yourself?"

call!

Change is born at this time.

The eyes that had never been closed since coming here suddenly caught a glimpse of a thin mist, and the scroll drifted to where he was.

Is this magic activated?

And to achieve it, you need to accept this booklet yourself?

It is no wonder that this big boss is not generous in the mouths of many people, this is obviously something else.

Just what kind of magical power is this, and what are the consequences?

Yang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking in his heart. Although he didn't notice any dangerous aura, he naturally wouldn't try his hand at it.

He pushed back quietly and refused:

"No need, this information must be hard-earned by the big boss. How can Yang take such a big advantage?"

"What is district intelligence?"

The big boss smiled and pushed it again.

"Never mind."

Yang Prison did not answer.

One wants to give it away, and the other insists on not accepting it. This scene is very strange in Xie Qi's eyes. The big boss likes to give people and property to befriend others. He knows this.

But it was the first time he had seen such a stubborn desire to give something away.

"That's it."

After several resignations, the big boss sighed regretfully, and glanced at Qin Si again, who pursed his lips and smiled, shook his head and refused.

"The two of you are so defensive about me, but why?"

"It's just no merit and no reward."

Yang Yu picked up the wine glass and said:

"Thanks for the hospitality, Yang has thanked him here. If we meet again next time, I will be the host and invite the big boss."

After saying that, I got up and said goodbye.

He left decisively, and the big boss had no choice but to watch him go away.

"Ah!"

Seeing the two leave, the big boss suddenly smiled.

"This is you?"

Seeing his smile, Xie Qi, who had sent him back, was shocked: "Why are you so happy?"

"This Yang Qianhu is cautious, but unfortunately he is too young. He doesn't want to be favored by the old man, but he doesn't think about my restaurant that was knocked down..."

The big boss said, suddenly noticed something was wrong, and looked at Xie Qi.

The latter's face was stiff and his forehead was sweating, but he still took out a golden ticket worth three hundred taels from his arms:

"He has to give..."

"..."

The big boss's eyelids jumped, and his smile froze:

"He gave it, you want it?"

"He gave it, you want it?!"

The big boss slapped his thighs, stamped his feet angrily, and pointed to the cold swordsman's hands trembling:

"Lao Qi, Lao Qi! You've been with us for so long, how can you still see this amount of money? What is the most precious thing these days, and the most precious human feelings!"

Xie Qi was trembling and trembling, speechless.

How could he refuse, how dare he refuse that Yang Qianhu?

"That's it, that's it."

After jumping and scolding for a while, the big boss sat down and drank a few glasses of wine before suppressing the depression in his heart.

He didn't expect it would be so difficult to show kindness to others, which made him wonder if he was too urgent and obvious?

'This day's killing of the 'charity'...'

The big boss is drinking suffocating wine.

Seeing that he was not so angry, Xie Qi wiped his cold sweat and approached:

"What should I do next?"

"How to do it?"

The big boss calmed down and was rejected twice, and he finally figured out that it would be impossible to use simple means to benefit the supernatural being.

Therefore, after pondering for a while, he said something that made Xie Qi stunned:

"Ling Ying came out and notified the principals of the various chambers of commerce to transfer money and grain to Deyang, and in the name of that Yang Prison, to relieve the disaster!"

"...for, why?"

Xie Qi didn't respond for a while, but he didn't dare to disobey the boss's wishes, so he nodded in response:

"This subordinate will arrange it, but how much food do you need to transfer?"

"Um……"

The big boss got up and paced, and after pondering for a while, he gritted his teeth:

"Transfer the share of three million taels!"

"Three, three million taels?!"

Xie Qi took a deep breath.

"go!"

The big boss waved his hand impatiently and let it go. He was pacing in the yard where he couldn't live, and he couldn't hide his irritability.

It is not easy to be a kind person, and it is even more difficult to be a kind person who shows mercy.

"The 'ceremony' of this day's killing..."

He stroked his forehead with his hand, and after a long while, the big boss vented his depression, sat down again, stretched out his hand, but threw the copper plate again.

In the subtle places that no one can see, the wisps of mist keep rolling along with the beating of the copper plate.

"Although you have rejected the old man's good intentions many times, but for the sake of your character, let's reluctantly make a guess for you!"

Playing with the copper plate, he muttered to himself:

"In the end, he is a member of my generation, and his luck is at its peak. This hexagram shows that his trip will be unfavorable, and his death will be auspicious. It is not a good fortune, but it is also a good hexagram..."

...

...

"This big boss is not a generous person,"

After leaving the manor, Qin Si said:

"If he was really loyal and sparse for money, he wouldn't be able to become such a wealthy businessman as he is today."

"What he does should be related to his dao fruit and supernatural power."

Yang prison nodded.

If he hadn't sensed the mist from the magical powers, and he was attached to the sky and sea world, I'm afraid he would have taken over that volume of information.

Although he didn't smell malicious, it was not what he wanted to fall into the rhythm of others.

"Brother Yang is good to know."

Qin Si chuckled and asked about the past: "The fairy mountain that the big boss said, did Brother Yang also go to it?"

"That's not true. However, that immortal mountain is no trivial matter. If there is a chance, we might as well go with it."

Yang Prison said.

Up to this point, his interest in the immortal mountain mentioned by the big boss has not decreased but increased, and there are too many doubts in his heart that he wants to verify.

"After listening to his words, the little sister is really not very calm. According to the meaning of his words, if those 'relics' containing Dao fruit appear more and more frequently, the world will only be troubled by this."

Qin Si sighed slightly.

She has the fruit of the Tao, and naturally knows the horror of the supernatural beings. In fact, in the past three thousand years, several dynasties have been destroyed by the battles of the supernatural powers.

And that was just a battle between a few supernatural beings, she really couldn't imagine how earth-shattering changes would be caused if there were supernatural beings everywhere in the world one day.

"Who can predict the future?"

Yang Yu held the long knife on his waist and smiled:

"If something is wrong, there is a knife in the palm of your hand! What are you afraid of?"

People are not static, time and martial arts can change the soul.

What you get from the refining of ingredients is not only the martial arts on it, but also the spirit and will of many martial arts sages.

These wills and spirits may not be as immediate as martial arts, but it is unimaginable for a martial artist to cleanse his mind.

In a few years, he was no longer a homeless beggar who almost died of starvation in the street, and could only pray for God's eyes to open.

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"Brother Yang is getting more and more powerful."

Qin Si chuckled lightly and was amazed.

Compared to when I first saw him, Brother Yang is now purer and more like a mountain. It doesn't seem bad to be in its shadow?

After chatting all the way, the two returned to the town.

The six gates led by Bu Lingxu also arrived, and they were interrogating those martial arts practitioners who did not dare to leave.

The corpse in this place, not only these martial arts people were shocked, but the head of the six gates was also shocked.

There are very few people who die under this man who can leave a whole body...

"grown ups."

Bu Lingxu's attitude was much more respectful. Although he was still indifferent, his hostility was reduced a lot. He sent a letter and said:

"Something happened in Yuanming Valley..."