The First Cause of All Realms

"The First Cause of All Realms (

The official road in the cold wind is exceptionally deserted.

In front of the humble mound, the old servant trembled and kowtowed, his eyes were red, and his tears were almost dry.

"Master, forgive this old slave for not even setting a tombstone for you..."

The old servant kowtowed heavily.

Hearing the sound from the carriage on the side of the road, his face tightened and he turned around.

In the carriage, Liu Qingqing lay in a lifeless state, his eyes were dull and lifeless.

"Young master, go and kowtow to the master."

The old slave sighed:

"Anyway, the master never treated the young master badly during his lifetime. You are his only son. No matter what, you must send him off..."

He didn't blame Liu Qingqing for throwing the master's bones, because he saw that Liu Qingqing had already collapsed at that time, almost crazy, he didn't want to live anymore, and he didn't care about anything else.

"The only son..."

Liu Qingqing's eyes moved: "He also has a son."

"Liu Zuo? That's a beast! As soon as something happened to the master, he disappeared with his belongings."

The old slave trembled with anger.

Liu Wenpeng has a high self-esteem, and he doesn't want to touch the peasant girls in this small county, let alone let them have children.

Liu Qingqing is his only son.

"Master, he has always hurt you."

Seeing that Liu Qingqing was indifferent, the old slave knelt down and begged with a face full of pleading: "Young Master, you can send it to the master..."

Liu Qingqing closed his eyes in pain.

The old slave sighed in disappointment, and when he shivered and took up the reins, Liu Qingqing struggled to get up, staggered and almost fell.

"Sir?"

The old slave's expression changed: "Then, the old executioner dispelled your inner qi?!"

Liu Qingqing pushed away the palm of the old slave's support, staggered in the cold wind, knelt before the mound, and was silent for a long time.

I don't know how long.

"Thousands of miles of silver, hundreds of houses, thousands of acres of fertile land... What's the use?"

After kowtowing nine times in tears, Liu Qingqing looked blank.

It just feels like everything in the world is meaningless.

After saying goodbye to the old father, he returned to the carriage, and the old slave Yaoyao kowtowed three times before leading the horse away.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly heard the sound of rustling in the carriage, and with a thud in his heart, he turned to look.

Seeing the messy hair all over the floor, Liu Qingqing used his hand as a knife and pulled out his long hair.

There was blood dripping from the top of his head, but a relieved smile appeared on his face.

"Son!"

...

Yang Yu slept very long, very fragrant, and very relaxed.

He stretched his waist slightly, and there was a pea-like sound from all over his body, and his body was so energetic that it almost exploded.

"Although the magical power is good, people can't bear it..."

He grabbed a few iron broad beans and swallowed them. Inspector Yang took a deep breath. His whole body was still tingling, as if he had been trampled by a herd of cattle.

There are no sequelae of supernatural powers, but compared to the King Zhao of the Western Palace, his body is really fragile, which makes him seem overwhelmed.

After swallowing several iron broad beans one after another, Yang Yu felt better.

"This gourd..."

Spreading out his palm, the purple gold gourd the size of a child's fist was already dim.

Even though he fell asleep, Yang Yu didn't let go of his hand, and he held the knife in his arms tightly. Naturally, no one could break his hand.

"Just for this gourd..."

Looking at this unknown gourd, Yang Yu turned his thoughts and sensed the cauldron of gluttony.

Sure enough, in the cauldron of gluttony, purple-gold light shines brightly.

Many of the ingredients he collected were scattered around by the impact of light, and they avoided them one after another.

Only the ghost-headed sword and the Zijin Gourd were tightly glued together and surrounded each other, as if there was some resonance.

"really."

Yang prison's spirit trembled slightly, and he had entered the cauldron of gluttony.

The glimmer of the text on the wall of the tripod was covered by the glorious light, but it was clearly visible.

Before he could take a closer look, Granny Yang, who heard the movement, came into the house with the food: "Xiaoyu, let's have something to eat."

The old woman was in poor spirits and was obviously greatly frightened.

"You're worried."

Yang Yu held the Zijin Gourd and hurriedly stepped forward to take the meal.

Physical strength will not be generated out of thin air. After fighting all night and two days without water and rice, even if he ate some iron broad beans, he was still very hungry.

He devoured the food and swept away the food, still hungry.

"Eat slowly, don't choke."

The old woman was busy and went to get the food again, looking at Yang Prison with a distressed and worried look, eating more than ten times the usual amount of food.

While eating, the old woman talked about what had happened in the past few days.

On the day of the Liansheng Sect rebellion, the city was in chaos, with burning, killing and looting everywhere. Hu Wan and a group of butchers hugged each other, protecting his wife, children, and children.

After the night passed, he was carried back by Hu Wan, and he had slept for a day and a half.

"It's been a day and a half..."

Yang Yu was a little worried, he ate a meal hastily, and then carried a bag of iron broad beans to chew on the road.

For more than a day, the city still smells of gunpowder smoke, and there are still flames that have not been extinguished in some places.

But there was unstoppable sobbing.

Yang Yu sighed silently.

His movements are not unpleasant, but sometimes the manpower is exhausted, and he can kill the first evil is the limit, but he does not care about the whole city.

With a sigh in his heart, the words in the Cauldron of Gluttony appeared in the corner of his eyes:

[Quixing rank map]

[Level: Ten Capitals (Extreme)]

[Quality: Extreme (Extreme)]

[Evaluation: Created by heaven and earth, a rare treasure that gathers the essence, a secret treasure of Shinto inheritance. 】

[You can get the 'Top Ten Ranking Stars' by serving it]

[Ingredients required: Purple Gold Swallowing Evil Gourd (already owned), Qixing Longyuan Sword of Slaying Ghosts, Seal of Evil Suppression]

[Note: To refine this recipe, you need to subdue your heart, hold a ceremony, light up the life map, refine the four steps of the rank, and make mistakes, there will be great dangers]

[The cauldron of gluttony has insufficient energy storage and cannot be refined]

"Rank, Kuixing, surrender to his heart, hold a ceremony, light up the life map, refine the rank..."

Opening his eyes, Yang Yu had a slight headache.

He knew all these words, but when they were combined, he couldn't understand them.

However, this is also in line with what he had heard from the fat man at the Six Gates stronghold before, and Wang Wu thought it didn't exist.

Now in his hands.

"We have to find something taught by Liansheng."

After calming down, Yang Yu temporarily suppressed his thoughts.

After passing a few streets, the crowd gathered, and a group of butchers headed by Hu Wan set up a porridge stall and served porridge to the affected people.

Zhu Shisan led a group of yamen to maintain order.

Seeing Yang Prison, Li Eryi appeared out of nowhere and rambled about what happened after he fell asleep.

"Your master is really a man."

Li Eryi clicked his lips.

Although the rebellion of Lianshengjiao was extinguished, there were still bandits fleeing in the city, and there were not many people who took advantage of the fire to loot.

Plus there are fires and corpses everywhere.

Such a troublesome matter, but after a day or two, it is almost cleaned up, which shows Wei He's methods.

Of course, there are naturally people rolling in the middle.

The prison was burnt down, and the manpower was seriously insufficient. Wei He took decisive action and killed batch after batch of robbers.

The hot hand scared everyone.

"What about the master?"

Yang Prison asked.

"It should be in the county office."

Li Eryi replied, "He has spent the past few days sorting out government affairs in the county office, and he has also taken away the things I collected."

Yang Prison nodded and walked towards the county office.

A day or two passed, and all the events of that night were spread. All the people who met on the way to the county office all stepped aside in awe and made way for him.

Many people knelt down and kowtowed when they saw him.

Yang Yu had a slight headache and stepped into the yamen lobby faster.

The originally empty lobby was in a mess at this time, and all kinds of debris were almost piled up. Wei He sat cross-legged on the debris, looking solemnly at a yellowed ancient book.

"That thing, is it in your hands?"

Seeing Yang Prison come in, Wei He put down the scroll.

"Master, do you know what this is?"

Yang Yu hesitated for a while, but still spread his palms, revealing the dull purple gold gourd.

The cauldron of gluttony has absorbed the essence of it, and the gourd as a carrier does not mean much to him.

"According to what the book says, this thing is called Zijin Swallowing Evil Treasure Gourd..."

Wei He shook his head and handed the scroll to Yang Yu. He hesitated, but sighed:

"This thing is a little hot..."

Yang Yu frowned and took the yellowed scroll.

He glanced at it a little, and there was one thing in his mind, this thing was much hotter than he imagined.

"Three thousand years ago, Emperor Qin swept Liuhe and unified the world. He once searched the universe and searched for fairy trails. Although he failed the most, in a sense, he also succeeded..."

Wei He said slowly:

"Descendants call this thing 'Dao fruit', 'the foundation of immortality', 'deeds', 'Dao fruit' and 'rank'... According to legend, it contains the road to longevity and the method of immortality."

In the past two days, he gathered all the things left by Liu Wenpeng and Lian Shengjiao. Compared with Jin Yiwei's secret report, he saw a lot of things that were inconceivable even for him.

At this point, it will also be doubtful.

"It's Emperor Qin again..."

Looking at the records in the book, Yang Prison felt as if he was reading another book of myths.

This ancient scroll with some thoughts records all kinds of bizarre things, and the most important thing is the immortals.

And these 'dao fruits' are the evidence of the existence of gods.

If you let other people see it, the things in this book are simply false.

But Yang Prison is holding the Dao Fruit, and many things in this book can explain some of the terms in the Cauldron of Gluttony, so he has to believe it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ For example, what the book says.

If a person wants to become a god, he needs to find the fruit of the Tao. It is said that he also has to go through some processes, and this process is the same as surrendering his heart on the cauldron of gluttony, holding a ceremony, lighting the life chart, and refining the four steps.

Coincidentally!

"According to this book, Emperor Qin called eight hundred alchemists to enter the palace, and then killed them all in order to keep this secret, but one of the alchemists escaped, which eventually became one of the reasons for the collapse of the Qin Dynasty."

Wei He's expression became more and more serious:

"The old man didn't want to believe this, but the one person mentioned in it made me have to believe it..."

Raising his head, Yang Yu's eyes flickered:

"Lu Chen?"

"good!"

Wei He nodded:

"According to the information of Jin Yiwei, this Lu Chen should be the first Martial Saint, or even the only Martial Saint!"

Change blood thirteen, build the foundation five.

Thirteen times of blood exchange, through the five passes of ox, tiger, elephant, dragon, and furnace, the blood of a warrior can reach the heaven and earth. At this point, it is Wu Sheng.

But in fact, after Lu Chen, for nearly three thousand years, there was no second Martial Saint.

It was not until four hundred years ago that the second Martial Saint appeared.

And in just four hundred years, Martial Saints appeared one after another, and until now, there are twelve Martial Saints in the world.

"Wu Sheng..."

Yang Yu's eyes narrowed.

He remembered that in the Liujishan battlefield, Henry Zhang seemed to have said that he and Na Li Yuan were both martial saints.

"This book says that the reason why junior warriors can't become Martial Saints is because heaven and earth don't allow it..."

Wei He paused slightly:

"And according to the book, Wu Sheng also called it..."

"call!"

Yang Yu closed the ancient scroll and slowly exhaled a turbid breath:

"Ten capitals..."