The First Cause of All Realms

Whoosh!

The wind blew heavy snow, and the world was chilling.

At the foot of Pingdu Mountain, there are small villages that are sporadically supported by the mountains. At this time, the weather is freezing cold, and no one leaves the village, only sporadic chickens, ducks and dogs bark.

call!

At one point, a hurricane seemed to blow into the village, causing many dogs to bark.

A group of more than a dozen horses passed by in front of the village, and when they heard the barking of dogs, one of them swept over inadvertently, their eyes suddenly lit up, and the horse stopped.

"Sorry!"

The horse neighed, and a group of more than a dozen people stopped their horses in no particular order.

"How can such a small village afford a dragon horse?!"

The leader tore off the snow mask, and a playful light flashed in his slightly vulture's eyes.

Whoa!

Not long after the cavalry stopped, several men dressed as peasants came out of the house with steel knives.

Whether it was the Ming Dynasty or the previous dynasties, it was impossible to strictly prohibit swordsmen. One of the most important reasons was that the villagers must have the strength to guard against wild animals and rogues.

When a group of people saw that these men had knives, they didn't care too much. Only one person frowned slightly and scolded:

"Wang Biao, don't make trouble!"

"Such a BMW, humiliated in the hands of these villagers, isn't it a waste?"

Wang Biao swept over a group of village braves, his eyes fell on the emaciated and sluggish dragon horse at the head of the village, and he said:

"Whose horse is that?!"

"Leave quickly, or don't blame me for waiting!"

A man raised his steel knife and scolded in a deep voice.

"Hahaha!"

Hearing the threat, the crowd burst into laughter. Wang Biao gave a savage laugh, and when he was about to have a seizure, he heard a light cough. In the yard at the front of the village, an old man who was about to lose all his teeth walked out.

"This horse is mine."

"Wu that old man, can you sell this horse? The uncle pays ten taels of silver!"

Looking at the thin old man who seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind, Wang Biao definitely threw a silver in his heart.

"Ten taels of silver can't buy your life back..."

Glancing at the falling silver, the old man sighed softly, and without looking at the crowd of discolored people, he said:

"Kill them all!"

"Um?!"

Hearing this, the expressions of everyone outside the city changed. However, even Wang Biao, who was the quickest to react, didn't have time to draw his sword and saw the heads of several brothers flying.

The blood spurted wildly and fell to the ground.

"Heaven has a way, you don't go, **** has no door, you just want to break in!"

The man dressed as a peasant wiped the blood on his face, and with a grin, rushed towards the chaos of horse thieves who had fled one after another.

"escape!"

Wang Biao's expression changed, and he abandoned his horse and fled. However, he couldn't escape three or five steps, and he heard screams from behind. With a glance, more than ten brothers and horses behind him were all beheaded!

"not good!"

Before his thoughts could turn, he felt that a cold wind was blowing in front of him, and the man covered in blood had blocked his way.

"I dare to break into the site of the reminder building, I don't know whether to live or die!"

The man kicked Wang Biao with one foot, and was about to take action to get the result, when he heard a voice floating in the wind and snow:

"Call the building?"

"Who?!"

The man was startled, and the voice seemed to ring in his ears.

He turned around abruptly, and saw that in the wind and snow, a man came with a horse, the mane was like fire, and the man was wearing a black robe.

Great master!

The man's pupils shrank, he subconsciously wanted to withdraw and retreat, but he was alert that his body seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move at all.

He wanted to warn him, but found that he couldn't even make a sound.

Like him, there is Wang Biao, who was horrified in the snow nest.

"Since yesterday, the old man's mood has been quite restless, and he has been anxious for a long time, but he doesn't think that it is the general who is here..."

In the house, the thin and thin old man walked out, coughing lightly, looking at the person who came, with a bitter smile.

General? !

Hearing this, Wang Biao had not yet reacted, but the man dressed as a peasant seemed to have seen a ghost, and his body that could not move violently trembled.

In Qingzhou, there is one and only one general, and that is Tianlang Wei Zhengxian!

For decades, not to mention the tasks related to this person, even the tasks of everyone related to it, they would not dare to accept them!

"I urge the landlord to kill Zhao Wu."

In the quiet self-talk, Wei Zhengxian came pacing with his horse. His clothes were thin, but wherever he passed, there was a gentle spring breeze, but it was warm but not hot.

In the sense of the masters in the village, they only felt that a big sun was blooming in front of them, and the terrifying light and heat stinged their eyes and membranes.

"it's me……"

Zhao Wushao's face became more and more bitter.

He has been practicing for seventy or eighty years, and naturally he has vision. The moment he feels his breath, he already knows that everyone underestimates this general.

Even if everyone looks high enough, they still underestimate it.

Such an aura, such a physique, such a spirit...

"Seeing me not running away, some meritorious deeds. No wonder some people call you one of the top ten masters in Qingzhou..."

Wei Zhengxian nodded slightly, applauding slightly: "If you were not too old to order the twelve dragon heads in the building, you would be qualified to fight for it."

"Don't dare to escape, don't dare to fight, don't dare to be as famous as the general, don't dare, don't dare..."

Zhao Wushao felt sad in his heart, looking at Wei Zhengxian who was approaching slowly, the warning signs in his heart were like a boundless ocean.

But he didn't dare to escape.

"Go, make a cup of tea, and get some grass to feed the horse."

Gently patted the old man's shoulder, Wei Zhengxian shook his sleeves and walked into the house.

"Yes!"

Zhao Wushu took the reins very obediently, and like a groom, led the dragon and horse to the feeding trough in the village, and took the best forage to feed.

He didn't dare to escape, and none of the dozens of killers in the village dared to escape.

Everyone's minds were tense, and they felt an indescribable horror descending, completely covering the village.

"Meow!"

When Zhao Wushao went back to the house, he saw this general, sitting by the fire, licking his civet cat.

He gently stroked, and the civet cat made a 'purring' sound.

"The place is simple, and there is not much good tea. I hope the general will not dislike it."

Zhao Wushu bowed and poured tea for him, and said Lao Gao with all his heart: "It's fine wine, little old man has some here, all of which have been aged for more than a hundred years..."

"There are still things to do later, so please don't make a mistake when drinking."

Wei Zheng first stretched out his hand to pick up the teacup, and drank the hot tea without leaving a single piece of tea.

"This tea is much better than what this old man usually drinks."

Savoring the tea, Wei Zheng nodded first, expressing his satisfaction, and drank three or four cups in succession before stopping and motioning for Zhao Wushao to sit down.

The latter did not dare to disobey and had to sit down.

"It's just a real junior, don't say it's just suspected of possessing supernatural powers, even if it does, how can it be the enemy of your unity?"

Zhao Wushao complimented him.

"The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength. This old man has never underestimated anyone in his life. This is the only thing this old man has learned from the Liuji Mountain battlefield..."

Wei Zheng put down the teacup first, please pet the civet cat, and said lightly:

"I remember that I told you twenty years ago that you are not allowed to be involved in the army at all. Did you forget?"

"General..."

Zhao Wushao's heart trembled, knowing that he was talking about Xiao Qingfeng's own calculations, and hurriedly explained:

"This matter really has nothing to do with the little old man. It's all because the subordinates are not doing well."

"The state starved to death and complained about its people, and the war changed strangely. You people..."

Wei Zheng shook his head first, ignoring the twists and turns, and straight to the point:

"General, I will give you three paths for you to choose."

"I would like to hear the details." Zhao Wushao bowed his head and admitted his death.

"First, take your cows, ghosts and snakes with you, and get out of Qingzhou within three months."

"This……"

Zhao Wushao's heart trembled, and he shook his head bitterly: "Dragon Head will not allow it. If I do this, I will be cut by a thousand swords before I leave Qingzhou..."

"Second, you bring everyone you can use to kill me."

Wei Zhengxian's tone was calm.

Zhao Wushu broke out in a cold sweat and shook his head:

"The general has an order, and he said it bluntly..."

He is not stupid, he knows that the first two choices are not choices at all, and the third choice is what the general wants to do by himself.

Said to be a choice, in fact, he had no choice at all.

"Third, kill someone for me."

"Um?!"

Looking at Wei Zhengxian's calm face, Zhao Wushao's heart jumped wildly.

What kind of person can kill himself, but he can't?

Subconsciously, he wanted to refuse, but a hand fell on his shoulder at some point.

"With the general's martial arts, where would we need to kill people..."

Zhao Wushao's voice was astringent, and sweat appeared on his forehead.

Wei Zheng didn't say a word, just looked at him lightly. After a while, Zhao Wushao couldn't bear it anymore, and lowered his head:

"I would like to serve the general..."

"Okay."

Wei Zhengxian was neither surprised nor happy, just nodded and drank the tea again, but Zhao Wushao's pupils contracted violently.

He heard the sound transmission, and also heard a name that he had never thought of.

"I……"

...

After a long, long time, the three pots of tea were exhausted, and the dragon and horse were full, and Wei Zhengxian left just now.

"Xiao Qingfeng, you hurt me..."

After watching the person go away until he disappeared, Zhao Wusha muttered to himself.

He regretted it, regretted it immensely.

If he could do it again, even if Xiao Qingfeng said that the Tianhe River was reversed, he would never have any connection with him.

pity……

"Lord, what does Wei Zhengxian want to do?"

He casually killed Wang Biao who had lived for a while~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The killer dressed as a peasant came forward.

laugh!

Before he finished speaking, his pupils self-dilated, covering his neck, looking at Zhao Wushao in disbelief: "Why, why..."

"Don't blame me, the old man can't do anything either. If what happened to him today is leaked, none of us can survive, and even if it wants to, it will bring disaster to the family..."

Zhao Wushao muttered to himself.

...

In the snowfield, Wei Zhengxian stopped suddenly, turned his ears slightly, heard the screams of killing and burning from a distance, and nodded slightly.

Looking ahead from here, Pingdu Mountain is close at hand.

With his eyesight, he could see a high cliff in the distance, and where his eyes fell, someone was looking back.

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