The First Cause of All Realms

In spring, one inch of soil is ploughed, and in autumn, the valley of ten thousand stones is ploughed.

For the vast majority of farmers in this world, the busyness of spring is more than the sky. If you miss the spring planting, it will be a big event.

Outside the city of Montenegro, the heat is on, and the mountains and plains are full of busy farmers.

One year of snowstorms and one year of cold winters, all Dao Prefectures were severely affected, but Heishan City seemed to be an exception.

God, it seems to be kind to this small county, the land is fertile, and even after the snow disaster, it has ushered in a bumper harvest.

As a result, in the past two years, the number of refugees who have fled here has been dozens of times more than in previous years. Even in the inaccessible mountain wo, there are people digging land to open up wasteland.

He took off his shoes and socks, bare his arms, exposed his trouser legs, gritted his teeth, and the Heishan county magistrate 'Zhang Sanyuan' walked into the yellow mud field and worked hard.

Luodi Xiucai is also a scholar. After a few tries, his back is aching. He doesn't go to the ground very often, and he doesn't have the thick calluses of ordinary farmers on the soles of his feet, and he grins.

But he was not too embarrassed to stop, this spring planting was still what he called, but looking at the old man who was plowing the land faster than an ox in front of him, he couldn't help but slander.

Ordinary peasant households are naturally in their 60s, but in their 70s and 80s, they still have such endurance...

"grown ups?"

A yamen came over and said cautiously, "Would you like to take a break?"

"Go, the old man can still hold on!"

Looking at the sturdy old man in the distance, Zhang Sanyuan waved his hand, biting his back molars and insisting.

However, he didn't endure it in the end, and within two hours, he was so tired that he collapsed to the ground, and the older Mr. Yang was, the more energetic he became.

As the land of Montenegro, as long as he stands on this land, it seems that he will not be exhausted, but will become more and more powerful.

"Man, you still have to move, and it's not a problem to sit all the time."

Twisting the sweat towel, the old man went down to rest, glanced at Zhang Sanyuan, who was panting like a cow, and couldn't help shaking his head.

"You said so."

How dare Zhang Sanyuan say anything, he can only agree with a smile. Although he is the county magistrate of Heishan, he does not dare to offend the old man in front of him.

"It's not easy to do wasteland reclamation, but it has to be done. The weather is not normal these days. If the family doesn't have some food to save, they can't survive..."

The old man took a gulp of water and did not forget to communicate with the county magistrate. Of course, he was mostly babbling.

"You said so."

Zhang Sanyuan only nodded.

After a while, Mr. Yang was going to the ground again, which made the county magistrate feel numb in his scalp. Fortunately, God seemed to hear his prayers.

Not long after, Xiao Wu hurried over and said a few words in a low voice. The old man immediately panicked. He didn't have time to put on his shoes, so he pulled his legs and ran to the house.

"shoe…"

Xiao Wu chased after him with his shoes, but he didn't catch up.

After being infuriated by the great master's true qi, he did not pay much attention to martial arts, but he made great progress. In just a few years, he had changed his blood eight times.

Xiaowu is of course diligent in practicing martial arts, but it is far from enough.

"Wife..."

The hurricane rushed into the yard, the old man's body suddenly stagnant, and he heard the sound of milky voice calling.

"Daddy..."

"Daddy..."

The old man was startled:

"Born, born?"

Surprised, he quickly entered the house, but when he entered the house, he suddenly stared.

There is no big fat doll as imagined, that voice came from the belly of my old wife...

"This this…"

The old man was stunned, he almost thought he had hallucinations, until the call came again, he just woke up like a dream, but he still couldn't believe it.

This, how is this possible? !

"Still still doing what, close the door!"

Granny Yang glared at him, she was more surprised than anyone, but she was not panicked, she stroked her stomach, but her hands and feet were shaking and she was cold.

"Oh oh~~"

The old man was in a hurry, first closing the courtyard door and then closing the house door.

"Don't let others listen, otherwise, I'm afraid it will be a disaster..."

The old man saw sweat on his forehead.

After living for many years, he has never seen anything. Once such an extraordinary thing is leaked, I am afraid it will lead to a big mess.

But it wasn't this that made him nervous, it was...

"You, how can you speak?"

Fortunately, after going through a lot, the old man was worried, but he didn't panic, but called softly.

However, the only ones who responded to him were the milky 'father', 'mother', and 'hungry'...

"just now…"

Granny Yang was obviously worried, eating some cakes while talking about what happened before.

"Before, the sun was very big, and I fell asleep unknowingly. I had a dream. In the dream, the sun and the moon were hanging in the sky.

But at one point, they all fell off together, and then..."

Grandma Yang's face flashed in a trance:

"Then…"

"Well, let's talk?"

The old couple looked at each other, feeling a little apprehensive.

The old man was also a little uneasy in his heart, but he went through something, suppressed his thoughts, and soothed his old wife to sleep.

He closed the door carefully, and without going anywhere, he squatted down at the door, thinking about it, he suddenly remembered something.

[Ten Capitals Heavenly Rank Map (God)]

[Four steps to becoming an immortal: the second step, hold a ceremony]

[Ritual: Immortals are paired with gods, or they can give birth to the sons of gods, the descendants of Yu Yin, and the blessings will last forever...]

【completed】

"finished!"

The old man was startled, and suddenly understood.

This ceremony is not to be completed after the child is born, but...

"But how can they talk?"

The old man's heart is cold.

He has only been a small jailer for most of his life. After such a thing, he is worried and anxious, but he doesn't know what to do.

After a long while, he remembered what Wang Muzhi left behind before he left, stretched his hand into his arms, took it out, and said softly:

"The master of supernatural powers practice, keeping the precepts as the first priority. Once the ceremony is completed, if you don't keep the precepts, you will fall into the sea of ​​laws. The meaning of the precepts is as follows...

Brother, you can try to practice one or two, you can’t get in for a while, don’t be in a hurry, this kind of precepts will take three or five years…”

"Keep the ring..."

The old man scratched his head, as if he had a calculation:

"Then what kind of sea of ​​laws, can you call Xiaoyu to go with you?"

…

…

In the room, five ghosts were released, and Yang Yu sat down with his knees crossed.

hum!

The moment his mind touched the broken knife, Yang Yu felt a familiar breath calling, and without hesitation, he moved with it.

In the next moment, he only felt that his mind was light, just like before, the light and shadow changed.

And just when he thought he was going to enter the Sky Sea Realm with the old man again, his mind suddenly froze.

Dark, mysterious, lonely, cold...

This is,

"Sea of ​​Laws?!"

Yang Yu was stunned, and when he came back to his senses, he had already entered this unknowable place again. As far as he could see, the sea of ​​​​ink that was palpitating, and the fog that was blown away and could not be sensed.

And, standing on the deck of an ancient ship, the old man who was horrified and at a loss.

"Little prison!"

The old man's voice trembled a little.

There was no greeting at all. He poured out beans in a bamboo tube and explained his anxiety and how he got here in one go.

"You said that the child can speak in the womb of the mother-in-law? And your ceremony has been completed? Then, according to the method given to you by Wang Muzhi, you keep the precepts, and then enter the sea of ​​laws..."

Combing the old man's words, Yang Yu was a little confused.

He was a little surprised at this point, but what surprised him even more was:

"When did you try to keep the precepts?"

"Just, just now..."

The old man was full of thought and frowned, while Yang Yu was stunned for a while before asking with a wry smile:

"What precept do you hold?"

"Kill, kill..."

The old man didn't hide it. His understanding of keeping the precepts was simple and straightforward, so he chose what he could do.

And murder, he never liked.

"…"

Yang Prison was at a loss for words.

Keeping the precepts is not martial arts, it does not require water to grind kung fu, but there are many key points in it.

It's like, I've already kept the precepts...

'Is it difficult for the old man to be reincarnated? But it seems that in the ancient years, I have never heard of similar records...'

After thinking about it, Yang Yu had to comfort the old man:

"You are not a mortal now, not to mention that you have the fruit of Taoism, you are not comparable to ordinary people just as a land master.

Children are special, it's not a bad thing that is hard to understand..."

My mother-in-law also got a Dao Fruit. Yang Prison knew about it in the letter a few months ago, and he was shocked and puzzled at the time.

But apart from thousands of mountains and rivers, he can only push it to the explanation that the old man has great luck...

"Your mother-in-law, I'm afraid she's scared..."

The old man sighed for a long time, but his sadness went a lot:

"Oh, the old man doesn't expect you to have any great ability and live in peace. It's better than anything..."

Yang Prison could only be silent.

Several years have passed, no matter how obscure the old man's news is, I am afraid that he will know what he has done these years.

He couldn't explain it, so he had to change the subject:

"This ship doesn't seem to be mortal..."

Mo Hai is strange, and every step in the process consumes a lot of energy.

Can stay too short.

But at this moment, as the ancient ship drifted with the tide, he did not notice any loss of his spirit...

"This place is weird and infiltrating, and this ship is also dark, looking scared..."

Looking around, the old man couldn't help fighting a cold war. If it wasn't for Yang Prison's side, he wouldn't want to come to this ghost place.

"This ship..."

Caressing the hull of the ship, the tentacles are warm, like burned and cooled charcoal.

Seeing that he seemed very interested, the old man also subconsciously touched it, but the moment his five fingers touched the hull.

A soft and white light shone from above the hull.

"Um?!"

In the brilliance of Yingying, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Yang Prison stepped back and protected the old man behind him. He concentrated on perception, and through the dim light, he could see clearly just now.

In the darkened cabin, an old man in extremely ancient clothes sat cross-legged, his eyes widened with anger, but there was no breath.

And behind him, there is a deep and vast ancient scroll that seems to be invisible.

On it, there are two ancient Taoist texts.

That is…

Subconsciously looking back at the dazed old man, Yang Yu's eyes flashed with horror.

"Qi Ming?!"

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