The First Cause of All Realms

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Daming has a vast territory, and within a country, the four seasons seem to be different.

The northwest and Longyuan are bitterly cold, and the winter will soon pass, but the Jiangnan Road, separated by several roads, is scorching hot, and the summer heat has arrived.

Jiangnan Road, a land of beautiful landscapes and treasures, has been a symbol of prosperity for thousands of years.

Jiangnan Road, Qizhou.

Boom!

Dark clouds covered, lightning and thunder, not long after, the rain poured down, and the water vapor on both sides of the Pingbo River seemed to become a country.

The fishermen in the river retreated one after another, and only the five-story high and heavy-draft painting boat was still floating in the river.

In the misty mist, safflowers are hanging, and ribbons surround it. If you have five senses, you can even smell the strong smell of fat powder.

And that faint and ethereal, soul-stirring and extravagant sound.

"It is indeed the area of ​​the eight dynasties and the moon and the moon, the place where gold powder gathers, and the prosperous place for more than ten generations..."

A flat boat, an oil-paper umbrella, dressed in white, Chu Tianyi carried it with one hand, along the rain curtain beside the umbrella, looking at this Jiangnan Road, no, Daming, the most famous fireworks field in the world.

The painting boats are five stories high, and the interiors are even more luxurious. There are casinos, tea shops, restaurants and so on.

It is the real gold-selling cave.

The strong wind and rain disturbed the fisherman, but they couldn't blow these boats, which could be used as battleships, which added a bit of fun to them.

Chu Tianyi could see clearly that many literati and geisha had gathered on the decks of the painting boats.

The wind blows and the tide moves, and the fishermen's embarrassed appearance attracts the attention of the nobles on the boat. If they are unlucky and fall into the river, they will even attract laughter.

boom!

Chu Tianyi handed out gifts at his feet, and the boat rushed into the wind and rain like an arrow, his energy swept away from his body and swept the water mist, throwing the drowning fisherman back to his own boat.

He himself, taking advantage of the strength, crossed the wind and rain for dozens of feet, and landed on one of the painting boats in a shock and applause. style="display:inline-block;widtdisplay:inline-block;wdata-ad-client="ca-pub-12data-ad4185134""data-ad-region="cont_mid"data-ad-slot="6246767822"data -ad-(adsbygoogle=w[]).push({});

"It's so easy!"

"Dare to ask how Xiongtai is called?"

"Could it be the master apprentice of Cast Sword Villa?"

Some noble sons stood up to greet them, and some Confucian scholars were surprised and guessed that each and everyone was charming and charming, and their beautiful eyes were flowing, and they seemed to be heartbroken.

Chu Tianyi's figure is eight feet tall. He is dressed in a white shirt and has a cold and unrestrained breath. His facial features are handsome and distinct, and his eyes are clear and energetic.

Coupled with the profound deeds, it has its own eye-catching place.

call!

The closed paper umbrella opened again to isolate the wind and rain.

Chu Tianyi ignored the scrutiny and shouts of the people on the painting boat, bowed slightly, and was full of true energy:

"Jianjian Villa, Chu Tianyi, please see the Sword God!"

His voice was neither high nor low, but it was very penetrating, the sound waves echoed, and the wind and rain were thrown away.

Seeking Sword God?

Above the painting boat was first silence, then an uproar.

In the Ming Dynasty, there are many martial arts practitioners in the world, and there are even more swordsmen who practice swordsmanship. There is only one person who is qualified to be called a sword god.

That is, Sword God Mu Qingliu!

Mu Qingliu is a legendary figure in the arena.

Different from the royal family and nobles, who are mostly in the army, Henry Zhang and Mu Qingliu are the real martial arts myths.

According to legend, he was just a fire-fighting handyman in Zhujian Villa, and his status was extremely low.

However, relying on his own superiority, he betrayed the Sword Casting Villa by himself, and it took only a few decades to become a Martial Saint.

The "Hanging Sword Terrace" opened up by it has only four sword-carrying boys, and it has become the top sect in the world.

Such a legend would actually come to Pingbo River for fun? !

There was an uproar, but no one responded, Chu Tianyi bowed for a while, and then said again:

"Jianjian Villa, Chu Tianyi, at the order of the owner of Longzhuang, I ask to see the Sword God, and I hope you will give me a visit!"

In the painting boat, almost everyone was alarmed and opened the windows to look at the deck, but there were various discussions, but there was no response.

"Chu Tianyi? Qingzhou Fourth Young Master, Chu Tianyi, the true disciple of Zhujian Villa?"

Someone recognized Chu Tianyi.

"Young Master Chu, are you looking in the wrong place? Among the painting boats, there are only me and other ordinary people in the world, how can there be a sword god?"

Hearing all kinds of clamor, Chu Tianyi frowned slightly, and was about to speak when he heard a crisp childish voice:

"Master is drunk, come in and see him by yourself, I can't wake him up, the old man!"

"Sword God is really there?!"

Hearing these words, the painting boat suddenly boiled up and down, Chu Tianyi saw that something was wrong, and he was so angry that he vibrated the painting boat to quell the riot.

"Everyone should drink and drink, sleep and sleep, if there is any more noise..."

Sweeping the crowd of drunk people, Chu Tianyi's voice became cold.

There was no more noise, and he just walked into the painting boat. Inside, there was a mixture of fat powder, wine and meat, and some unknown taste, which was quite pungent.

Chu Tianyi shook his head inwardly.

If it wasn't for him looking for it with supernatural powers, I'm afraid he would think he came to the wrong place.

How could the dignified sword god, the lord of martial arts, come to such a filthy place...

"here!"

The voice came, a foolish head, as if a seven or eight-year-old child was waving.

'Sword God accepts apprentices? ’

Chu Tianyi responded, but was extremely surprised.

Mu Qingliu did not set up a sect, and Xuanjiantai was not so much a sect, but rather a dojo for his own temporary cultivation.

I haven't heard of him accepting apprentices in seventy or eighty years, so how could he accept such a little guy?

While pacing, he looked at this little guy with a childish face, a wooden sword hanging from his waist, stupid and stupid, and his aptitude seemed to be very average...

"Big brother is so beautiful."

The little guy looked envious.

Chu Tianyi smiled and asked, "Are you a disciple of Sword God? What's your name?"

"My name is Shan Sheng. I'm a wild child in the painting boat. Master passed by and insisted on accepting me as a disciple. Even if he beat him, he couldn't leave."

The little guy blows with a nose and eyes.

Chu Tianyi was dumbfounded and stopped, not daring to enter the door without permission, and bowed again and called out:

"Casting swords..."

"Noisy!"

With the strong smell of alcohol, a hoarse voice interrupted his words, Chu Tianyi was startled, bowed even more, and swept over with his peripheral vision.

In the room, an alcoholic was stretching.

It was an old man in a gray robe, not too young, not tall, and extremely unremarkable. Even his hands were short and thick, and there was no trace of sword practice at all.

"I…"

Chu Tianyi is by no means a person who is good at words, but from a big family, he knows how to be tactful, but at this moment, he is so shocked that he is speechless.

Is this Mu Qingliu? !

Is this the Sword God? !

Snapped!

With a slap in the face, Chu Tianyi didn't respond, and received another slap. His eyes were darkened by the two blows, and his mind was buzzing.

"One time, I'll disturb people's dreams, one time, I'll beat you to see people."

The gray-robed old man yawned and got up, and glanced at Chu Tianyi rather coldly:

"In this chaotic world, the great fortune is ups and downs, rotten Ke produces Buddhist sons, Longyuan produces great Confucianism, Northwest produces martial arts, Lingnan has Tiandao, Hanging Mountain, and there is also a small Taoist priest who barely catches his eye.

How did you come out of Casting Sword Villa? "

Chu Tianyi was stunned by the beating, he opened his mouth, and the shame he had never felt before flashed away in his heart.

I wanted to argue, but couldn't.

Snapped!

Another slap came, Chu Tianyi was startled, took a step back subconsciously, but was slapped twice.

This time, he was hit with real fire, and he subconsciously grasped the sleeve robe, but this touch, but it was empty.

"Seven kills and seven captures of the Demon Sword Intent? Hehe, that sword red man was resurrected, and he couldn't beat me. Can the mere Sword Intent be used as a means?"

Playing with a pocket sword, Mu Qingliu snorted softly and threw it back:

"What would be better to bend than bend, Jian Chixia will only mislead the children, what is a sword, but a piece of iron, if you love it, you can bend it, and you have to bend it when you need it!"

laugh!

Mu Ran took the small sword, Chu Tianyi was shocked, only to feel that these words came straight into his heart.

Self-satisfied with the supernatural power of "Knowing the Future", he lost his will to move forward bravely. In the illusion, he avoided Yang Prison several times, and his sword heart almost collapsed.

At this moment, when he heard this sentence, his heart couldn't help but ripple.

After thinking about it, the anger in his heart disappeared, and he held out the boss's cheeks and bowed to thank him: "Thank you Sword God for your guidance!"

"It's not stupid."

Mu Qingliu nodded reluctantly, and was about to speak when his heart suddenly shook.

No one saw how he moved, and Chu Tianyi didn't even notice it. When he found out that there was no one in front of him, this one had already appeared on the deck.

In the midst of the wind and rain, Mu Qingliu looked to the northwest, faintly, as if he had noticed the changes in the qi that were far away.

Without vigor and blood, and without zhenqi leaking out, he just stood quietly, as if cutting off the wind and rain in the sky.

"He asked me to come out for this person? It seems that some fuss is made..."

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Within ten days, the entire Northwest Road was occupied, and all the imperial forces were withdrawn.

Yulong Guanlin Taoist, promoted to Wusheng.

Any of these things can coax the world into a big event, and it happened in the same place within ten days, which naturally caused the world to shake.

Ding'an Road, Linlong Road, Northwest Road, Lingnan Road... Even among the two great dynasties outside the Great Wall, there are strong men who have come out of the place of retreat.

Or looking north, or looking south, or frowning, or sneering...

And in the vortex of the storm, Lin Daoren did not leave in the end, and the breakthrough of Martial Saint was also not achieved overnight.

The will of martial arts requires a long time to be familiar with, stabilized, and cultivated.

After the gauntlet was written, Qi Daoguang never returned to Northwest Daocheng, but with flying eagles patrolling, Yang Yu naturally knew that he was grinding his halberds in the mountains and waited for the future.

But he seemed to be completely unprepared.

On the second day of Lin Daoren's promotion to the Martial Saint Feast, he left the Northwest Dao City and came to the farmland that was 800 miles away from the city.

The long winter has just passed, and the endless farmland is very busy, some of which are farmers and some soldiers.

It was a piece of farmland that was clearly different from the others. An old man was busy. Seeing Yang Prison, he hurried forward to meet him.

This person is the famous doctor Chen Jinshui who Lin Daoren once arrested at Ding'an Road.

"Tai Sui does have the ability to split and regenerate, but will it be taboo to plant it artificially?"

Carefully reporting the progress, Chen Jinshui felt a little numb in his heart.

He never dreamed that he would actually be able to come into contact with the 'Tai Sui demon' that countless warriors in the rivers and lakes fought and snatch, and he never thought that the one in front of him would actually plant Tai Sui...

Is it taboo to plant Tai Sui?

Of course there is!

But compared with taboos, the benefits are too great. The growth of Tai Sui does not pick the soil, does not hurt the land, can satisfy hunger, and can be used for medicinal purposes.

Such a big benefit, a little taboo, Yang Yu naturally wouldn't care.

"You just need to plant. As for taboos, I will naturally resist."

"This…"

Chen Jinshui sighed, but had no choice but to answer.

First, people have to bow their heads under the eaves, and secondly, this one has given too much.

Having practiced medicine for decades, what kind of gold and silver treasures, beautiful treasures has he never seen?

But Daoguo, he has never seen...

Yang Yu naturally knew his thoughts. Through the book of life and death, his understanding of Chen Jinshui was no less than that of himself:

"I promise you, UU reading www.uukanshu.com will not be less, but a Dao fruit is not worthy of Yang's remorse."

"The villain must be ruthless in order to repay the adults!"

Chen Jinshui was excited and thanked him again and again, but when he saw the adult in front of him, for some reason, he was in a daze, and his eyes were even brighter and scarier.

"grown ups?"

He asked cautiously.

Yang Yu didn't realize it, his mind focused on his chest.

I saw that in the cauldron of gluttony, a broken knife was buzzing and bursting with brilliance.

"Father..."

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Good night, good night, everyone.

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