The First Cause of All Realms

This winter, it's snowing.

A heavy snow has not melted, and another night of heavy snowfall, the sky and the ground are white, and the temperature is cold. Although it is noon, there is only a little heat in the sun.

On the empty street, there were few pedestrians, and a sallow old man led a tightly wrapped little girl to enjoy the snow on the street.

This is a delicate and quiet little girl, who seems to seldom go out, looking at the heavy snow in the sky, her eyes are shining.

Looking at the little girl, Huang Sixiang's eyes were soft and distressed.

The little girl treads lightly on the snow. Hearing the sound of 'creak' and 'creak', she was a little happy, and she asked, "Grandpa Huang, where are we going?"

"Go see a little brother."

Huang Sixiang smiled softly.

"Is it Brother Yang?"

The little girl stared.

"Little Miss knows?" Huang Sixiang was a little surprised.

"Well, I heard Grandpa talk about it."

"I heard that he is coming, go and see him."

Huang Sixiang smiled. After a while, he was outside the six gates station. The guards who were stationed clearly recognized Huang Sixiang and silently moved out of the way.

There was almost no one in the six doors, except for a few people on duty, only Tie Feng was cleaning up the snow, and when he saw Huang Sixiang, he saluted.

"Master Huang is here to find Brother Yang, right?"

Tie Feng pointed to the backyard.

"Um."

Huang Sixiang led the little girl to the backyard, and saw a large white crane several people tall, like a defeated rooster, curled up in the corner, screaming incessantly, as if very tired.

Before the big bird, Yang Yu stumbled and sat down, with his hands up and down in front of his lower abdomen, in the shape of Tai Chi, his spirit slowed down, and he was breathing in and out.

After many times of triggering magical powers, his spirit was also quite exhausted.

call!

When Huang Sixiang stepped into the backyard, Yang Yu opened his eyes and got up.

"You kid did a great job."

Looking at Yang Yu, whose spirit, appearance, and temperament have all changed, Huang Sixiang couldn't help but sigh.

No matter how high his expectations were, he really didn't expect this kid to take off so fast. After half a year of leaving Mu Lin Mansion, he was already truly famous in Qingzhou.

Before the age of the weak crown, it is enough to suppress countless older generation masters.

"If you are persuaded, you don't have to say it. I will do the work of weighing the pros and cons in my last life."

Yang Yu soothed his muscles and bones, and sat quietly all night, feeling a sense of vitality. He casually replied to Huang Sixiang, and his eyes fell on the little girl.

"This is the granddaughter of the adult. Because of the injury in the mother's womb, she is born with insufficiency and is a little weak."

Huang Sixiang voiced a sentence, and the little girl said hello: "Brother Yang, my name is Xiuxiu."

"Hello Xiuxiu, my name is Yang Yu."

Yang Yu smiled and touched the little girl's head, a shimmer in the bottom of his eyes.

【Xu Xiuxiu】

【Fate: Phoenix Bird】

[Fate: one gold, two red, one green, one green, one white and one gray]

[Destiny Phoenix Bird (Light Gold), Congenital Deficiency (Light Red), Fu Ji Tailai (Light Red), Pure Yin Body (Light Green), Talented and Smart (Light Green), Unforgettable (White), Frail and Sick (Gray)]

As Huang Sixiang said, Xu Xiuxiu is indeed not sick or injured, but a congenital deficiency. Fortunately, he has supplemented, although he cannot practice martial arts, his life is worry-free.

However, the Phoenix Fate...

"This is the news that the old man just got from Jin Yiwei, just take a look."

Huang Sixiang handed over a letter.

Yang Yu didn't refuse, but after looking away, his expression changed slightly.

"The technique of flying swords, the Great Sword Master of the Sea?"

"This great swordsman is well-known in Longyuan Dao. It is said that this person used to be a disciple of Xuanjiantai, but he was not liked by the sword **** Mu Qingliu. Hundred-step flying sword..."

Huang Sixiang explained for him:

"This person has excellent swordsmanship and is well-known in Longyuan Dao. With a single flying sword, he once defeated the master of 'Baijing Casting'."

"With the ability of a hundred-step flying sword, it is not impossible to defeat the strong with the weak."

Yang prison nodded.

After the martial arts reached the fourth stage, the level of blood exchange was almost at its peak, and the direction of cultivation after that was no longer about the improvement of blood energy.

True Gang, Blood Qi Furnace, Baijing Casting, Qi Tong Baiqiao, these are also known as the four steps of Wu Sheng.

Among them, the casters of Baijing, also known as grandmasters, are powerful warriors who have gone out of their own way, and those who have further penetrated the hundred orifices are the great masters.

There is a big gap between these four steps, and those who can cultivate to this realm are not ordinary people, and those who can fight beyond the ranks are naturally no trivial matter.

"Anyway, just be careful."

Huang Sixiang sighed softly:

"The world's masters, the imperial court monopolizes 60%, absolutely can't be careless..."

"I know."

After Yang Yuan thanked him, he put away the letter and saw the little girl looking at him curiously, stroking her long hair, and said:

"Xiuxiu, will my brother give you a present?"

...

...

The night was gloomy and cold, and the stars and moon were not visible. Fortunately, the stars reflected through the white snow, so it was not too dark.

The season has reached the middle of winter, and the mountains are getting colder and colder. The snow in the shade is half a person's depth. Not to mention people, there are not many insects and birds.

The mountain road at night is difficult to walk, and the mountain road in the winter night is even more difficult to walk.

However, in the darkness of the night, someone was climbing the deep mountains and forests in the winter night. Upon closer inspection, it was an old man and a young man, all wearing ink-colored robes, thin but not cold, and they walked faster.

The mountain road in the winter night did not seem to cause any hindrance in front of the two of them. The mountains and forests were like walking on the ground. For ordinary people, the moat was easily stepped over.

call!

It wasn't until late at night that the two stopped.

"Master, take a break! This is a journey of more than a thousand miles in the mountains..."

Some young people can't eat anymore, it's not that they are tired, but they are hungry.

People who practice martial arts have strong physical strength and can consume a lot.

"Okay, you go hunt some prey and come back."

The old man nodded and stopped. He looked around and found a flat woodland. He waved his sleeves, swept away the snow, fetched dry wood, and lit a bonfire.

Not long after, the young man also came back, carrying two hares from nowhere, melted the snow water, dealt with it hastily, and set up a bonfire to roast.

"Master, what are we doing in such a hurry?"

Glancing at the old man who was playing with the tortoise shell, the young man felt a little sullen.

This journey of mountains and rivers, he was really tossed enough.

The old man was playing with a pale golden tortoise shell, and he didn't lift his head when he heard the words: "It's too late, I'm afraid I won't be able to get any benefits."

"What's the benefit?"

The young man was a little dazed. All he knew was that the old man had received a hawk that came from nowhere, and then dragged him around in the forest for more than ten days as if his **** was on fire.

"Shaoyou, do you know the origin of our 'Shuiyunguan'?"

the old man asked.

"origin?"

Hearing the words, Mu Shaoyou straightened his waist and replied, "My Shuiyun Temple was completed more than 400 years ago. Because the ancestor had the ability to follow the dragon, the Taizu gave the 'Shuiyun Mountain'..."

Shuiyun Mountain, located in Baizhou, has a small reputation and few people, but it also has a heritage of four hundred years. Of course, it is still a small sect.

"In recent years, our Yunshui Mountain has declined, and there are three or two cats and dogs, but four hundred years ago, they were also famous for a while. The ancestors and his old man were also the guests of Taizu..."

Daoist Yun recalled the past and sighed.

Although Yunshuiguan disappeared when it fell into his hands, he never forgot the glory of the past.

"Chen sesame rotten millet, don't say it over and over again. It's not annoying what you say, I'm tired of listening to it."

Mu Shaoyou was a little speechless.

He had heard similar words many times.

"Stinky boy!"

Daoist Yun stared and wanted to give him a slap, but he was still reluctant: "Don't look down on our ancestors, think back then, our ancestors were also great masters of a generation!"

"Grandmaster..."

Mu Shaoyou twitched the corner of his mouth.

The patriarch is a great master, but in the four hundred years after him, has there been even a single master in the mountains?

Don't say Grandmaster, there is not one who has changed blood, right?

In his heart, he was madly berating, but in order not to be hanged and beaten, he still held back.

"Humph!"

However, Daoist Yun saw his thoughts and snorted coldly: "Do you know why the teacher is so anxious to pull you into this deep mountain and old forest?"

Seeing his apprentice shaking his head, he just said:

"This matter is actually related to the secrets in our mountains. According to the rumors of the ancestors of the past, only the head can know. However, apart from me, there is only you in our sect..."

"secret?"

Mu Shaoyou was shocked.

"Three thousand years after the tide rises, the world will change greatly. In fact, not only Sanxiao Sanren said something similar, but our ancestors also said it."

Daoist Yun shook the turtle shell and said:

"According to the words of the ancestors, in ancient times, gods, gods, gods and demons actually existed, but one day, a huge change occurred between heaven and earth, and then the gods disappeared..."

Speaking of this, Daoist Yun's expression became serious: "But they will come back after all. Perhaps, they have already come back..."

"came back?"

Mu Shaoyou jumped in his heart: "Impossible, in the past three thousand years, how many emperors will seek immortals. If there are really immortals, I'm afraid they will be found out earlier..."

"Then think about it, if there has never been an immortal Buddha in this world, why are the emperors and generals of all dynasties trying so hard to find them?"

"Um?!"

Facing Master's rhetorical question, Mu Shaoyou was at a loss for words. He wanted to refute, but he didn't know what to say.

"According to what our ancestor said~www.wuxiaspot.com~ In the past three thousand years, the reason why there have been rumors that whoever meets the immortal and whoever gets the magic weapon is because 'they are coming back'.

What they encountered was not an immortal, but the traces left by immortals in the infinite past..."

Daoist Yun repeated the words left by the ancestor, seeing that the apprentice did not believe it, nor was he angry, he still explained while shaking the turtle shell.

"Our ancestors have encountered fairyland before!"

"what?!"

pat!

When Mu Shaoyou was stunned, the tortoise shell that Daoist Yun had been shaking for a long time also stopped, and the six copper plates fell to the ground one after another.

He could see clearly that the six copper coins were arranged in sequence, like an arrow pointing to the west.

"really have……"

Daoist Yun was so excited that he almost burst into tears:

"The 'immortal magic realm' that the ancestors said really exists, really exists!"