The First Cause of All Realms

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It seems that there is a cold wind mixed with heat, and the aftermath of the war has not completely subsided.

Looking at the smoke and dust that lingered over the palace, all the people watching the battle from all over the domain lost their voices and were speechless for a long time.

Those who can see these two great masters confrontation are not general, and some of them even have great successes in blood exchange, and even grandmaster-level warriors.

In the Northwest Road, and even in the world, they can be regarded as masters, and in the land of the state, they can be regarded as the best.

However, having witnessed this scene like the collision of immortals and gods, all of them swayed and received a great impact.

Is that human being?

"It's over, it's much faster than expected, this Northwest King, as expected..."

On the high-rise building in Yubei, Hanyuesan people stroked their long beards and sighed slightly.

Feeling the familiar aura dissipating, Hanyue Sanren had no sorrow or joy. He had glimpsed this scene many years ago, but it was not as clear as it is today.

There may be differences in small things, but in big things, and what he sees, there is no difference.

The disciples behind him were all handsome, with their feet probing their heads, and they couldn't get it because of their desires.

"what happened?"

"Master, this, this is the end?"

The delicate female disciple pulled her master's cuff and kept asking, "Who, who won?"

Hanyue Sanren pondered silently, an older disciple had already returned to her:

"That's needless to say? Our master has always stood on the side of the winner. Since the old man made a move, it is natural that the king of the northwest won!"

My disciples also agree.

Compared with other people in the domain, we know who the winner is from the beginning to the end. That certainty is based on the fact that our teacher is a hundred young people, and there is no wrong judgment.

"Four generations are one, luck is good, Baishan is supposed to be like this, but unfortunately, I cherish my body too much, but I understand that it is rare to fight back several times in life..."

Looking at the smoke of gunpowder in the palace, Hanyue Sanren shook his head slightly: "My defeat is wrong!"

There is a certain future, and it is me, the ten masters who know supernatural powers and Taoism in my body, and even my master, the eight-smiled person, all I can see is the past and the real and the fake.

Corresponding to the reality, only by reviewing and deduction can we get a glimpse of the future.

In fact, in that battle, Baishan Lao Yao's chances of winning were far smaller than that of the rising star, the Northwest King, but, in a real fight, it only depends on his cultivation base.

The old demon has practiced for four hundred years, and once changed his body, even though he once did not have the arrogance of swallowing mountains and rivers, now he is too obsessed with weighing and prudence.

Caution, yes yes yes.

However, when it comes to the real decision, if you still have that kind of thought, this is exactly what Henry Zhang weakly commented on.

'Do: cherish one's body for small things...'

Hanyue Sanren sighed, but what did my disciple feel? They looked around each other and said with great heart:

"Master, there is a lot of trouble in the domain, let's..."

"Let's go, I'm afraid that if you go, you will be done."

Hanyue Sanren shook his head slightly.

I was going to leave, at most, I don't want to stay in the Northwest Territory at the moment, just...

With a slight sigh, I found a table and chair at random and sat down, clapped my hands, called the shopkeeper to place a table of meat dishes, took the gourd around my waist,

Poured a glass for myself, and poured another glass for the empty seat opposite:

"Since he's here, why did the lord show up?"

Um? !

Seeing their master pouring wine, all the disciples were no longer at ease. When they heard that, their expressions all changed.

We didn't even see or notice it, but when we turned around, in front of our master, there was a young man dressed in mysterious clothes and a long sword on his waist.

"King of the Northwest!"

A group of disciples exclaimed and moved forward again and again.

The chill before Xiao Zhan made our hearts tremble, and it felt as if a steel knife had been pressed against our hearts.

"Hanyue Sanren."

With blood and gunpowder smoke all over his body, Yang Yu took his seat and glanced at the Taoist behind his eyes.

Hanyue Sanren is very famous in temples and rivers and lakes, and at the same time, he is an extremely mysterious person.

I've been out for more than eight years, and my contemporaries in Jianghu are almost dead. There are very few people who know their origins.

And the most well-known thing, apart from my reputation as the number one hexagram master and a physicist in the sky, is not my hobby.

So beautiful, so good wine, so good treasures, so good weapons, so good calligraphy and painting...

Holding the wine glass, Hanyuesanjiu smiled and let the person behind him look at it, and said quickly and leisurely: "My lord is very slow."

"It's slow, how can you stop the Taoist priest?"

Yang prison said lightly.

The refining of the seal of sacrifice is faster than swallowing any small medicine, so that, before the small battle, I was not even half tired at all.

Before killing the incarnation of the old demon, I immediately locked the location of Hanyue Sanren.

I am naturally very curious and afraid of the number one hexagram teacher in Jianghu who once commented for me.

This sentence really expresses my mood and decision at that time.

Hanyue Sanren drank a glass of wine:

"The magic eye is hidden, and there is a difference between the secluded and secluded. The prince possesses such supernatural powers, which really makes your generation of scholars envious..."

The supernatural powers of the rank are hidden from me, and Yang Yu has never thought of concealing it, and he is very concerned about it, but he only looks at the future generations.

Not at all shy.

Above the secluded passage, the fate of the people behind them is chaotic, and only the inner stream of light can be seen intertwined, and the white air is swirling.

But faintly, Yang Yu smelled an unfamiliar breath under the person behind him:

"He, Shicheng Baxiao Sanren?"

Yang Yu's heart moved slightly. My memory has always been very good. When I thought about it, I already remembered that the strange Qi machine came from the question.

Back then, when searching for Xuan Yingzhu in Mulin Mansion, in an underground palace, I saw the stone tablet left by the Sanren Baxiao.

In it, I have seen Baxiao Sanren, and the Taoist boy in front of me...

"It's wrong."

Hanyue Sanren was not surprised, but it was just nothing. Although my identity is mysterious, someone knows it.

only……

Is there any shyness, I pinched my fingers in front of Yang Prison, and then my fingertips seemed to explode with no great force, and suddenly flicked my fingers away: "He?!"

Then, I was really moved:

"Has he met your teacher?!"

Seeing my astonishment, Yang Yu's heart was slightly fixed, he answered yes, and asked:

"Fang Xing has also studied the tide theory of Baxiao Zhenren a few times, but there are still some points that are not too clear. Do you know if the director can solve Yang's confusion?"

Staring at the fingers that flicked away, Han Yue Sanjiu suppressed the surprise in her heart and smiled: "Wait, my lord?"

"According to what the Master Baxiao said, there are not seven steps before the sky changes, the spiritual tide rises, a hundred ghosts travel at night, a hundred ghosts travel by day, and the immortal mountain reappears..."

As the days get closer, the reputation of Baxiao Sanren also increases: Xiao, the tidal theory written by him, is only: small forces, that is, all small and big forces, and even so many rivers and lakes FIT, have been in hand for a long time. .

The theory of the seven-step heaven change has also been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

"...Yang knows everything about the seven steps. Did he know that he didn't teach you?"

Does he understand everything?

Of course, Hanyue Sanren believed those words, but if I could answer, I was too vague.

- Words are right, I'm afraid...

"In the past, my teacher had entered a very strange fairyland, and before returning, I wrote the tidal theory..."

Hanyue Sanren pondered for a moment and replied:

"According to the teacher's words, in an era more ancient than the ancient times, a catastrophe occurred, and all the gods and Buddhas perished in it...

And that catastrophe had nothing to do with the spiritual tide. "

When it comes to my understanding of the theory of tides, whether the world can naturally surpass Hanyue Sanren, I talked freely and attracted all the disciples in front of me.

"According to the meaning of the master, the spiritual tide is compared with the immortal Buddha, like fish and water, if you lack it, you will die, and the more ': small fish', the slower it will die when the tide is in, but the bigger it is. Fry, live longer..."

"Similarly, when the tide comes, the big fry will also appear first... ghosts, of course, only ghosts...

Teacher, all those who are very different from people are collectively referred to as ghosts, my old man has been searching for traces of immortals and Buddhas all his life, but I myself believe in immortals and Buddhas..."

While speaking, Han Yue Sanjiu seemed to fall into memory.

Spirit Tide, Hundred Ghosts, Immortal Mountains…

After listening to Hanyue Sanren's words, Yang Yu had not spoken for a long time, and after pondering for a long time, he said:

"According to the tidal theory, it seems that it is still the time when Xianshan reappears, this square inch mountain..."

"That's what the lord really wants to know, right?"

After wiping away the water marks from the corners of my eyes, Hanyue Sanren came back to his senses, and I took a deep look at Yang Yu:

"It's a pity, that problem, the poor know. In the final analysis, the teacher is not a god..."

"Thank you, Daoist Master, for clarifying your doubts."

Yang prison nodded, did he get to the bottom of it, but asked:

"Afterwards, the Taoist priest once said that if Yang wants to break the doom, he needs to go to Saili Fangcun..."

"My lord, there's nothing to say, it's because the poor Daoist deliberately made a mystery, but it's limited by his supernatural powers, so it can only be like this..."

Drinking wine cup by cup, Hanyue Sanren suddenly asked:

"Dare to ask the lord now, compared with that of the lord Zhao back then, how would you like to ask?"

"Um?"

Yang Yu raised his eyebrows: "That has nothing to do with this doom?"

"It really doesn't matter..."

Before Hanyue Sanren pondered slightly, he looked at Qi Zhou, "All the disciples were shocked, looked at each other, and entered the door one after another.

At that time, I voiced out:

"More than 70 years later, Pindao met Zhao Wangye once, and at this time, he also left a comment for me..."

Yang Yu frowned slightly, did he interrupt.

"At this time, Zhao Wangye is like today's prince, swallowing all the outside world like a tiger, and the world's top, but this day, the poor man has seen the doom from under him..."

Hanyue Sanren's voice transmission is very casual:

"The destiny of the innate, the destiny of the day before yesterday, the combination of the seven is destiny. To live for one lifetime is the combination of destiny and destiny...

The so-called doom comes from luck, and it is due to fate. In the final analysis, it is a collision that will inevitably be caused by the interweaving of the fate of the same person.

It's like, - a piece of Dao fruit, he and I both want, and both have the law to give in, the result will be divided into low and high, even life and death..."

I wanted to explain in more detail, but Yang Yu nodded and motioned for me to continue.

Carrying the remnants of the book of life and death, in those years, my understanding of fate was deeper than that of Hanyuesanjiu.

"...Pindao came here first to pay homage to Prince Zhao. When he was passing through Longyuan, he made a divination on a whim, but found that the number of calamities that the prince will encounter is very similar to that of Prince Zhao..."

Hanyue Sanren's expression was not solemn, and he also made an assertion:

"The one staring down at the prince is Zhi Baishan, the old woman Liansheng, and there should be no one else in front of him..."

Lu Chen?

Yang Yu's eyes narrowed.

The old demon of Baishan, with a very cautious personality, has a four-point confidence, and is absolutely sure to take action. Compared with this person who is suspected of being Lu Chen, he does not seem too much: timid.

Up to this point, I even knew where the person was and what he wanted to do, but I only knew that I seemed to want to cut off my longevity.

But why, I think I understand...

"Ugh…"

Saying that, Hanyue Sanren sighed:

"Pin Dao wants to see the prince, but knows that once he meets him, the person in front of him will definitely stare at Pin Dao..."

"It was Yang who was abrupt..."

Seeing that Yang Yu didn't seem to be apologetic, Lao Dao waved his hand again:

"Today's situation, Pindao didn't expect it, I'm really looking for the door, in fact, what is there, what are the dying people, who are you afraid of?"

"I only hope that the prince will protect the disciples of the poor Dao, as well as the confidantes of the young masters..."

While speaking, Lao Dao got up and bowed slightly.

Yang Yu stretched out his hand to hold the old man, "How many are you young?"

"Those who have passed are counted, and now there are 18 people alive..."

Hanyue Sanren has no memory of it:

"It's really fun to live for too long, with red face and white hair, it's the most painful thing in the sky..."

Yang Yujing had nothing to say for a while.

"My lord, Xiaoguai, is contemptuous in his heart, thinking that the old man's desires are hard to satisfy, and that he will harm the good family... But the poor man has always been after his desires, and has always been troubled by the weak, as for the unbreakable love..."

Shaking the empty wine gourd, Hanyue was distracted and said nothing:

"Your Majesty is more than a few years old, maybe he understands, but one day, the rest will live for hundreds of years, and all the friends and relatives will be gone...

One must live without some sustenance, and that is the secret of keeping the precepts..."

"...that's your order. If he sends someone later, just bring it with him, and the purple robe will be arranged properly."

Naturally, Yang Yu was too lazy to talk about that with a bad old man. He threw his pocket cards, stopped Lao Dao, and asked the first question: "What is Baishan Baishui?"

Baishan Baishui, that sentence has been widely circulated in those years, and in front of it are the young people who have migrated towards Seri: the little big family.

"Air fortune is like a tide, sometimes rising, sometimes falling, no one will be photographed into a deep valley by the tide, and no one will stand at the head of the tide..."

Regarding this matter, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Hanyue Sanren asked and avoided it, and said very straightforwardly:

"The next 800 years: small luck, just between the white mountains and the white water, everything goes smoothly for those who are obedient, and cholera is plagued by those who are contrary..."

At this point, the old Taoist stayed again, clasped his fists slightly, and was already out of the room:

"Fate is a thing, if you have faith, you will have it. If you have faith, you will have it. Wang Yequan should be having fun. Listen to it, right?

How could a warlock have the final say on trivial matters that day? "

call!

Inside the restaurant, come up fiercely.

Yang Yu thought about it for a long time before he looked down at the table. The words condensed with a little bit of wine were scattered:

"The place of fortune-telling Huibo, the place where every square inch is right..."

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