The First Cause of All Realms

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Looking at the familiar gray box in front of him, Yang Yu was a little surprised. The gray box that Xu Wenji left that day should belong to Wang Muzhi.

This pair of masters and apprentices who are heading for departure have a tacit understanding that he does not know.

"You have stepped from the real gang to the melting pot, relying on the human Yuan Great Pill that Wei Zhengxian obtained, and you should understand the importance of elixir."

Wang Muzhi picked up the teacup:

"For my generation of warriors, Dan is life!"

"If I didn't have that Human Yuan Great Pill, I would have to take this step for at least five years, or even longer."

Yang Prison replied.

Martial arts practice is not necessary without medicinal pills, however, a person's lifespan is limited.

Without external assistance, it is possible to extract blood energy that is thousands of times higher than that of ordinary people just by relying on whole grains. How much energy and time does it take?

The blood of a person is prosperous in childhood, prosperous in middle age, and decayed in old age. Without external help, how many people can build a furnace before the decline of blood and energy?

"It takes three years to collect, boil, and refine a human Yuan Great Pill. During that time, at least thousands of people have to travel to and from many places..."

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Wang Muzhi briefly mentioned:

"If you don't have the power of the crowd, how long will it take you to boil and refine a thousand kinds of medicinal materials, blood essence and blood of different species alone?"

"If you have something to say, just say it."

Yang Prison doesn't want to go around Guanzi anymore.

"In troubled times, it's not just war, it's the collapse of the old system. Everything that is familiar now will no longer exist."

Wang Muzhi sat upright:

"I just want to say that no one can stay out of it, and you are no exception. In a chaotic world, where do you get your elixir?"

"You're right."

Yang Yu sighed and did not refute.

In troubled times, the rules are completely subverted and broken, not just as simple as war.

As Wang Muzhi said, every time the world is in chaos, the world will be turbulent, and the strong will rise together. This is not because everyone is greedy for the high position, but has to do it.

The physical strength of the blood-changing warriors is thousands of times stronger than that of ordinary people, but the consumption is huge, which is also unimaginable by ordinary people.

The three cows are eaten every day. When the medicinal herbs were not widely popularized, they were not legends, but were recorded in the books.

It's just that in this day and age, medicine pills are popular, and most warriors don't realize it.

But once the troubled times come, the medicinal materials and medicinal herbs will be greatly reduced, and they are strictly controlled by many major forces and cannot be leaked out.

only……

"As you said, in a chaotic world, those who want to live in a peaceful place will inevitably be crushed, and I will inevitably be affected.

but……"

Yang Yu's expression was calm:

"Why should I trust you?"

Wang Muzhi was very sincere and tried his best to get him to drop his guard.

But Yang Yu was very calm in his heart.

Today's Ming Dynasty may be about to collapse. However, those in the capital of the gods still control the authority of the world, and their power is so strong that it is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Even if he really had the heart to become a king, he wouldn't be stupid enough to jump out at this time. As the forerunner of the king, he often had to die.

Naturally, Yang Prison would not be clear about this.

"It's not my director to win the trust of others."

Wang Muzhi sighed.

Yang Yu originally thought that he would try his best to show and win his trust, but unexpectedly, he put away the wooden box and changed the subject.

"Junior brother, do you know why brother Wei has been sitting in Longyuan City for many years without leaving the city?"

"Um?"

Wang Muzhi's words changed very quickly, Yang Yu frowned, puzzled.

"Since you have met Zhang Lingying, then you should probably know that Long Yuandao used to be the Yin Si Ranch."

Wang Muzhi paused slightly and said:

"Under Longyuan City, there is an exotic treasure called the 'Book of Life and Death'!"

"The Book of Life and Death?!"

Yang Yu's pupils shrank, and his surprise was not small: "Under Longyuan City, is there a book of life and death?!"

What is the book of life and death, don't talk about him, you can find someone on the side of the road to ask, and most of you have heard legends about this rare treasure.

According to legend, in ancient times, there were ghosts and gods entrenched in the Yin Si, and its ruler was called Fengdu, who ruled the life and death of all living beings.

Under its jurisdiction, there are three major government rulers, five ghost emperors, and ten major kings of hell, all of whom are the kings of yin gods with fierce reputations.

And the book of life and death is one of the most precious treasures of Yin Si.

It is said that the life and death of those on the list are not controlled by the heavens, and the Great Emperor Gui Fengdu is in charge.

"I got a glimpse of the judge's ritual in the life map at a great price. Wherever the judge's dao fruit is located, there must be traces of the life and death book..."

Wang Muzhi didn't finish his words.

"Yes or no, no one can tell, I can only say, very likely."

"Fate map?!"

Yang Yu's eyelids jumped.

Over the years, he has seen quite a few supernatural powers, but including himself, they are still before the ceremony.

Wang Muzhi has actually lit up his life chart?

"The judge's supernatural powers can only be fully displayed through the book of life and death. Zhang Lingfeng's thoughts are nothing more than to use the dojo of life and death as a medium to lead to the book of life and death at the node of the Ghost Festival..."

Wang Muzhi didn't hide it.

Without Yang Prison asking, he revealed his previous calculations, and only saw Yu Jing's heart skip a beat.

How has he ever seen a teacher so caring about a person?

This is almost an active gesture.

"The Book of Life and Death is the most precious treasure of the Yin Division. Under Longyuan City, it may not be complete, but even a single page is enough to cause a catastrophe."

Wang Mu's words are concise:

"The goddess is self-obsessed. Without Zhang Lingfeng, I can't find it. For this reason, I made a deal with him, that's all..."

The Book of Life and Death...

Yang Yu frowned and said nothing.

The drought was born. Three years after the catastrophe, millions of people in Deyang Prefecture were displaced. The book of life and death is much more special than the drought.

This kind of thing was born...

Wang Muzhi put down the teacup:

"After seven days, you can come to Vientiane Mountain to find me. At that time, you and I will explore the 'Book of Life and Death' together. This move shows my sincerity?"

"Its daybreak."

On the horizon, the fish maw white turned up, the sun rose in the east, the darkness receded, Yang Yu got up and left without expressing his position.

Wang Muzhi seemed to conceal his goodwill, but he did not forget the heads hanging outside the city and the dojo of life and death that covered the entire Longyuan City.

This Vientiane Mountain man, just as people say, seems to be good but also evil, not a kind of good.

If you want to seek skin with a tiger, you must at least have the power to subdue the dragon and subdue the tiger.

"teacher……"

Looking at Yang Yu's retreating back, after a night of silence, he said:

"Da Ming, is it really hopeless?"

"Da Ming's foundation is broken. From top to bottom, there are too many ills. Even if Zhang Yuanzhu is resurrected, it cannot be changed, let alone the current 'Dao Emperor'..."

Wang Muzhi sighed silently:

"As far as I know, apart from the day he ascended the throne, he hardly ever went to court in twelve years."

"Ugh."

Yu Jing sighed:

"Who was born in Sri Lanka, grew up in Sri Lanka..."

"No one is born to be rebellious, so why haven't you worked hard as a teacher, but..."

Wang Muzhi let out a long sigh.

Once upon a time, he devoted himself to following in the footsteps of his teacher. He went through Yunzhou, cleaned up the martial arts, suppressed the tyrants, tapped the land, and sorted out the ten directions of governing the country.

But what was the result?

The silk book, which took their master and apprentice more than 20 years of hard work, was thrown into ashes.

Yu Jing's expression was a little desolate:

"He won't agree, will he?"

"A year is only twenty or so, but he already has the peerless martial power that rivals the great masters. If such a person is born in the royal family, he may not be the second King Zhao of the West Palace.

Unfortunately, he has no roots and no bottom. The closer he gets to that line, the more temptations and draws he will receive. And with his temperament, it is already impossible to be submissive to others. "

Wang Muzhi's eyes were clear.

"Saint Wu, the most important weapon of the country! No matter those in the imperial court, nor the other two countries, will no longer allow a 'Sword Saint Mu Qingliu'!"

Yu Jing was silent.

Only people of his realm can understand the weight and significance of Martial Saint.

Martial arts saints, apart from being unable to eat and drink dew and have longevity, are almost as good as the legendary gods.

With such a powerful existence, no power or authority would want him to be free from the outside world.

"He shines brightly today, his martial arts supernatural abilities are astonishing, and the light overwhelms Wei Zhengxian and Lin Qitian, two great masters who have been famous for many years, and will definitely attract attention."

Wang Muzhi took a sip of tea:

"The firefly can be hidden in the mountains and forests, but the sun can only hang in the sky. If you want to do it, you will surely burn the mountains and destroy the forests, and the beasts will suffer..."

……

……

Swish!

In the quaint and fragrant room, amid the lingering incense of smoke, Liu Jing slowly opened his eyes.

"Hush!"

He took a long breath, and the aroma of the whole house was swallowed between his nose and nose. It was only after a long time that he spit it out, and his face already had a bright **.

"This Qinglingxiang is worthy of being the first of all kinds of incense. If we can burn a stick of incense every day, is it possible for our family to have a glimpse of the realm of the Martial Saint?"

Liu Jing stretched out~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the muscles and bones rubbed together, making a sound of gold and jade.

The leader of the two factories and the eight tigers, and the most powerful person under the two supervisors of the East and West factories, he can enjoy resources that ordinary people can't imagine.

However, there is only one plant per year of this Qinglingxiang.

Without him, this kind of incense is too precious. One plant is enough to buy ten shops in the most prosperous area of ​​Shendu.

And it has a price but no market, and it is only spread in the imperial city, and none of the nine great vassal kings can enjoy it.

"Master Liu! A letter from the second gear..."

At this moment, a voice came from outside the door.

"Don't come in!"

Liu Jing reprimanded and put on a three-foot beard. After finishing his clothes, he quickly opened the door. After taking a bronze mirror, he quickly closed it again.

hum!

On the circular light mirror, ripples appeared, showing Ren Xiaoxiao's face.

"What happened to use a round light mirror?! The cost of this mirror is quite high, and the Tiangong Institute produces less than 20 mirrors every year!"

Liu Jing's complexion sank.

"Sir, don't be angry."

Ren Xiaoxiao's expression was slightly tight, and he explained what happened in Longyuan City one by one. His tone was very fast, and he barely finished his words before the round light mirror dissipated.

"Zhang Lingfeng is dead?!"

Liu Jing's eyes flashed solemnly, without delay, he went out in a hurry, walked out of the East Factory, shuttled through the imperial city.

Finally, he stopped in front of a luxurious Taoist temple, passed on the report, and waited with his arms down.

Ding~

After a long time, the sound of exhaustion came from the Taoist temple.

An ethereal voice mixed with a strong 'Qing Lingxiang' aura came out:

"Some trivial matters have come to disturb my Qing repair, Liu Jing, you have disappointed the widow..."