The First Cause of All Realms

"The First Cause of All Realms (

Whoa!

The surging river water pushed the cargo ships downstream, along the wide, repaired and leveled riverway to the outside of Longyuan Road City.

The reciprocating ships, carriages and horses are like the blood vessels of this ancient city, transporting blood to this huge city sitting on the plain.

to keep it alive all the time.

After more than half a year, seeing this familiar Dao city again, Zhang Longfu's heart throbbed, and his emotions such as anxiety, anxiety, anger and so on were varied.

Contrary to everyone's expectations, the group did not encounter any obstacles or siege until they came to this huge moat that was ten miles wide.

It was as if they were really just a normal caravan.

"Brother Lin?"

Lifting the curtain and looking at the giant city on the other side of the wide river, Yu Fangzhou looked solemn.

In the carriage, Lin Qitian inserted the arrows into the arrow basket one by one, and picked up the longbow that was much taller than him:

"coming."

"Um?!"

Yu Fangzhou jumped in his heart, and when he looked at it, he saw across the river, a small boat passed through the tall cargo ships and came alone.

The Wu Peng boat, equipped with a red mud stove, one person punting the boat, one person sitting on the deck, seems to be aware of everyone's eyes.

The man raised his glass in the distance and smiled slightly.

That is……

"Zhang Lingfeng?!"

Nanshan Bazheng, who came in a hurry, saw this scene, and the rest of the people were in an uproar.

"Brother Lin?"

Between Fangzhou and Nanshanba, Lin Qitian had already got off the chariot, and he just waved his hand at will, carrying a big bow on his back, and walked towards the center of the river. .

A long robe moved with the wind, walked on the water, and approached the Wu Peng boat under the watchful eyes of everyone.

"General, it's been a long time."

Zhang Lingfeng smiled slightly.

His figure was too bloated, and it was difficult to sit cross-legged. Although he tried his best to maintain his demeanor, in the eyes of outsiders, it was still a bit ridiculous.

It's just that Lin Qitian didn't smile.

On the contrary, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes:

"You opened the entrance?!"

It seems to be a restriction in the dark. In the world, the more outstanding the martial arts talent is, the more difficult it is to obtain the approval of the Taoist fruit.

On the other hand, for someone like Zhang Lingfeng, who has been recognized as the master of Dao Guo since he was a child, his talent in martial arts must be commonplace.

But there are exceptions to everything.

Just like Wang Muzhi, there are people who have obtained the Dao Fruit and recognized the master very early, and who are extremely talented.

But he can be sure that Zhang Lingfeng is by no means such a person, because twenty years ago, he personally touched his bones in Daocheng.

But this...

A doorway!

The boatman who punted the boat couldn't help shaking, as if he was greatly frightened, and looked at Zhang Lingfeng in awe.

What is a doorway?

This is the pinnacle of martial arts that all Jianghu warriors have longed for all their lives, the supreme realm where spirit, spirit and spirit are integrated into one!

There are thousands of Longyuan Dao warriors, but there have not been ten people who can set foot in this realm in a hundred years!

It is said that the prince, who only has Taoism talent and no martial arts talent, actually broke through this level without a sound? !

Who can believe that a person who has no talent in martial arts, has been grounded for many years, and even has no experience in fighting people at all.

In just 20 years, he can cross eight blood changes, cross the real gang, the furnace, the hundred scriptures, the hundred orifices, and the mysterious entrance, and become a great master.

This is not normal at all!

"I can't hide it from the general."

At a glance, Zhang Lingfeng's smile seemed to fade a little.

"Twenty years ago, it seemed that you only changed blood five times?"

Lin Qitian stood on the waves, clearly empty and powerless, but there was a kind of heavy momentum of the unity of heaven and man, Yuan Ting Yue Zhi:

"Judge Dao Fruit?!"

He seemed to be asking, but his tone was full of certainty.

"good."

Zhang Lingfeng nodded and admitted: "Little nephew doesn't have the talent of a general, and his achievements today have nothing to do with his own efforts."

"Martial Dao has only been born for three thousand years. Judge Dao Fruit, will it really be related to Martial Dao?"

Lin Qitian sighed.

This was something he didn't expect.

"The judge's life and death, the number of longevity qi can still be increased or decreased, and the mere martial arts trail is helpful, and what's so great."

Zhang Lingfeng smiled and said a lot:

"Perhaps, in the realm of the great master, I can easily step through it soon. Where is the throne of the Martial Saint?"

"Hahaha!"

Hearing this, Lin Qitian laughed loudly, without the slightest infuriating, but rolled away like a thunderbolt, and the shaking river surged:

"Wu Sheng?!"

"What do you think Wu Sheng is?"

After laughing, Lin Qitian stepped onto the awning boat, sat down with his knees crossed under the terrified eyes of the boatman, and poured his drink to himself:

"There are far more Dao Fruits in the world than Martial Saints..."

Faced with ridicule, Zhang Lingfeng remained calm: "The general is actually very clear, I am different."

"Every dao fruit is different. The judge is just a little special. Do you really think you are the legendary judge who can judge the life and death of all beings?!"

After speaking, Lin Qitian let out a long sigh:

"I know you have resentment in your heart, but this Longyuan Dao is the foundation of your father and grandfather's conscientious management, and all the states and houses are all the people of your Zhang family. How can you bear it?"

"Ha ha!"

This time, it was Zhang Lingfeng who laughed.

His laughter was not as wild as Lin Qitian's, but it was as harsh and cold as a night owl, and he burst into tears:

"Ridiculous, ridiculous!"

"He doesn't even care about his parents, so does he still care about those mud legs?"

Zhang Lingfeng covered his face with his hands, his body trembled, as if crying and laughing.

Seeing this scene, Lin Qitian's pupils shrank, and he saw something that shocked him: "You have already held a ceremony?!"

Martial arts is not only the polishing of physique and true qi, but also the tempering of mind and spirit.

Any master of martial arts must have something special in his heart, no matter whether it is good or evil, it is very human.

Zhang Lingfeng's behavior like this is not because of his nature, nor because of his infatuation, but a sign of being adversely affected by Dao Guo.

"You, don't keep the precepts?!"

"I have been bound by too many rules and regulations in my life. Now, I will never be bound again, whether it is the moral law or the heavenly precepts!"

Zhang Lingfeng's expression returned to calm, but his eyes were cold as if he had no emotions:

"Keep the precepts? Whose precepts are you holding?!"

"You are enchanted."

Lin Qitian looked slightly gloomy.

Longyuan Sanji, with his age, was the oldest. When Wei Zhengxian and Fang Zhenghao were soldiers in the battle of Liujishan, he was already a colonel who could board the central army tent.

The old king Long Yuan was still the heir, but he had already had an irresistible relationship with him.

He also attended Zhang Lingfeng's 100-day banquet.

Looking at the mad fat man at this time, it was really difficult for him to connect him with the tender and lovely child he had held in his arms at that time.

"My lord..."

Lin Qitian sighed, as if feeling his mood swings, and the long bow tied behind him hummed.

At the hundred-day banquet, Xue Dilong's order angered everyone, and Old King Long Yuan even nearly killed him on this general.

At that time, no one believed in the so-called approval.

until later...

"During the years I was imprisoned, I always thought that if Xue Dilong had not given orders for me back then.

When I was eight years old, I was not curious to blow out the fire of the servants in the courtyard. Is it different now. "

Zhang Lingfeng muttered to himself, as if to tell Lin Qitian, but also as if he was torturing himself.

Lin Qitian listened quietly.

"Maybe it will be different..."

Zhang Lingfeng's eyes flashed with color: "Once upon a time, I thought, if my life should be like this, I have nothing to say..."

"It's not too late now."

Lin Qitian looked solemn, and he still wanted to make his last effort.

"It's late, it's late."

Zhang Lingfeng let out a long sigh:

"Since the day the old woman decided to recruit a son-in-law, I haven't had any luck. They, who would rather let a mud-legged bloodline inherit Long Yuan, have never considered me..."

At the end, his face became extremely hideous:

"Why is this?!"

Boom!

The river was surging, the waves were surging, and the surging blood and real gangs blended and spread, as if a black dragon was rising into the sky.

"I control my own life!!!"

...

...

"The wind is blowing..."

In Maxiang Town, in a not-so-high restaurant, the big boss stood by the window. As far as he could see, it was the yamen who was repairing the street that was destroyed by the battle that day.

In the ear, Xie Qi's clear but quick report.

"During the ten-day period, there were forty-three Liansheng Sect riots in Baizhou. Although they were all put out by Baizhou soldiers, the situation became more and more turbulent."

"After Yang Prison left Qingzhou City, the four families seem to have received a promise from someone, and they seem to be making a comeback..."

"After Lin Qitian left Yunzhou, a master suspected of having Liansheng's teaching sneaked in to assassinate the state lord 'You Changfeng'. Although he did not succeed, there was still turmoil..."

...

Xie Qi thought about it, and his brows couldn't help but wrinkle deeply.

The turmoil in Longyuan Daocheng eventually spread in the three states as time went on, and Longyuanwei, Jinyiwei, and Six Gates were all affected.

The martial arts that were once annihilated seem to be about to move.

Even Yunzhou, which had always been the most stable, had a turbulent trend following Lin Qitian's departure.

"It's Liansheng again..."

The big boss was holding the copper plate, feeling a little numb.

He rarely admired people in his life, but Lianshengjiao was the real exception.

This sect can be traced back to before Qin's annihilation, and the last years of turmoil in all dynasties and dynasties will always have their presence...

The real battles and defeats, the defeats and the battles, even if there is no success, for thousands of years, they have still joined the rebellion one after another.

"Longyuan Dao, Northwest Dao, Lingnan Dao, Dongyue Dao... There are nine Dao in the world. Except for Linlong Dao, all of them seem to have a tendency to turmoil..."

Xie Qi was also a little numb.

In the information, there are only a series of cold numbers, just like his father and brother who died in the war.

no one cares...

"Linlong Dao is as stable as a mountain of gods, like a needle to fix the sea, so the first battle of the old demon from the Black Mountain is the King Zhao of the West Palace..."

The big boss sighed:

"When the real dragon is born and the world is settled, will half of the people in this world still be alive..."

"True Dragon..."

Xie Qi sneered.

He wanted to say something, but suddenly he noticed that his big boss looked different.

"Did you hear that?"

"what?"

Xie Qi looked around in amazement, but there was no abnormal sound.

The big boss was very shocked. The copper plate in his palm turned rapidly, and at a certain moment, he suddenly jumped out of the window.

Xie Qi was startled and jumped down when he left.

Before he landed, his ears were suddenly filled with a dragon roar that was violent to the limit.

hold head high!

There seems to be a thunderous dragon roar resounding.

This sound seems to exceed the limit that ordinary people's ears can catch. Ordinary people don't realize it, but Xie Qi, the big boss and others feel that their eardrums are about to be shattered.

"Where did Long Yin come from?!"

The big boss seemed to remember something, turned around suddenly, and looked at the sparsely populated remote corner.

I saw a very amazing scene~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The mist from the sky was flowing down like water, bit by bit, gathering over the small courtyard, gradually turning into a sea of ​​clouds.

This scene is very shocking, but not only the big boss, Xie Qi and others saw it, and exclamations suddenly sounded inside and outside the long street.

Some people were frightened and seemed to back away again and again, but there were also many people crowding forward.

"This is……"

More than ten kilometers away from Maxiang Town, a handsome monk wearing a moon-white robe, a face like a crown of jade, and a majestic appearance seemed to be aware of it.

She raised her eyebrows.

However, I saw the clouds surging, the mist was steaming, and it seemed that a sea of ​​clouds drooped down and drowned the city, and strands of golden light were swimming in it.

At a certain moment, the golden light merged, and in a shock, the sea of ​​​​clouds cracked.

A whole body of red gold, mixed with red and red, all beards and corners, a dragon head hole that is not angry and mighty penetrates the sea of ​​​​clouds, with an extremely domineering attitude.

Towards the heaven and earth, it sends out its shocking dragon roar that is unique to it!

The impact of the third shift failed... Long Yuan's ending is really a bit difficult to write. Let's continue tomorrow, it's hard. "Full Comprehension: Sixty Years of Sword Pavilion Viewing Sword" Author: I am not a trumpet

Han Muye, who was full of comprehension, was reborn in the world of cultivation, entered the sect of kendo, and became a sword watcher guarding the sword pavilion.

There are 100,000 swords hidden in the sword pavilion, and the sword watcher needs to wipe the long sword once a month.

Wipe the long sword "Qinghe" to get a wisp of sword energy.

Wipe the long sword "Purple Flame", comprehend the original sword master's swordsmanship, Liaoyuan, and acquire the fiery sword intent.

Wipe the spirit sword "mountain", comprehend the experience of real kendo of the giant stone, and obtain the sword power of the mountains.

...

Han Muye has been watching swords for sixty years, and Han Muye has cultivated sword energy for sixty years.

Sixty years later, the fairy world invaded.

In the sword pavilion, Han Muye slowly got up, followed by thousands of long swords behind him.

"Today, I, Han Muye, hold a sword across the sky, looking at the gods in the sky, who can enter this mortal world?