The First Cause of All Realms

In the fourth year of the new calendar, in the Lingnan Road and Wanzhou territory, Youdao Guo was born, and the three main gates of magical powers were recruited by the Song family. "

"In the autumn of the fourth year of the new calendar, in the same year, Lingnan, Pingxi, Wanlong, Linlong, etc., successively had supernatural masters born."

"In the next seven years, there were as many as thirty-two people with clear records of supernatural powers, and there are probably more than one hundred suspected ones."

"The difference is not bad outside the pass, but if you count the Dao Fruits that spread from the Shangcun Xianshan Mountain, the number is more than the inside of the pass."

Amidst the incense, the disciples of Wanxiang Mountain read the dossier softly and reported to their teacher:

"In just over ten years, there were nearly two hundred people."

With the aroma lingering, Wang Muzhi was writing at his desk, and he couldn't help but stop writing when he heard it.

"Great disaster, great chaos, great luck."

The world is vast, not counting the overseas archipelagos, not to mention the two kingdoms of Dali and Sirius, just the land of Daming, when the population was at its peak, there were as many as ten million.

Two hundred doesn't seem like much.

But all of this only happened in ten years, and the supernatural masters born in the two thousand six to seven hundred years before the establishment of the Ming Dynasty were less than half of this number.

This is especially terrifying.

"The world is in chaos, and the heroes are rising together. Perhaps, it is also in line with the tide theory of Sanxiao Sanren."

Lin Sheng closed the file and responded to his teacher:

"It's not just the master of supernatural powers. In the past ten years, Wu Sheng has also been excepted a few, Xiao Shishu, Qi Daoguang, Xianlong, Guan Qi, Song Tiandao..."

"It's just the aftertaste of the martial arts. In the future, the Martial Saint will not be reduced to the absolute sound, but the pure Martial Saint, I am afraid that it will end up in your younger brother's generation."

Smell the incense, Wang Muzhi continued to write at his desk, and Lin Sheng continued to report a lot of information.

He is the director of the Northwest Road Supervision Department, and he is responsible for the collection and sorting of external intelligence.

Fangcun Xianshan, which was born in the sky, has affected many major forces, so that in recent years, there has been no war at the border.

Most of the things that Lin Sheng reported were also related to Fangcun Xianshan.

In recent years, information about Daoguo, magical powers, etc., has been circulated among ordinary people.

"Go back."

After a long time, Lin Sheng closed the file again, Wang Muzhi didn't lift his head, just waved his hand and let him go.

"teacher…"

Lin Sheng didn't quit, he hesitated again and again, but still said:

"Teacher, when did you go back to the Northwest Road City? Brothers and sisters, I miss you a lot..."

"miss…"

Stop writing, Cane Mo, Wang Muzhi looked up at him:

"Why, the one place is only stable, and the heart of greed for power arises?"

"Disciple doesn't dare." Lin Sheng's expression tightened slightly, "It's just that in recent years, the prince has become more and more deviated from me, and reused new scholars. Those people, who don't read the scriptures, don't respect Confucianism, they..."

"Thinking about something all the time, sometimes overthinking, overthinking more, this is the nature of human beings, how can there be any daring or daring?"

Looking at the disciple who dared not look directly at him, Wang Muzhi felt bored.

For more than ten years, why has he not had the thought of going to the Northwest Road?

After all, that was where he poured his energy into implementing the law he negotiated with Yang Prison.

But he held back.

Without him, the people of Wanxiang Shanmen would have had too much influence on the Northwest Road.

From the fight, to the governance, to the selection, he has a lot of authority.

Under such circumstances, he was even more unable to go to the northwest in person. He was not worried that Yang Prison would not have the capacity to accept others, but was worried that the disciples had inflated their ambitions.

pity.

"No matter what the argument is, it's not a bad thing to think about, but it's best for you to just think about it."

After a slight pause, Wang Muzhi didn't say much, waved his hand and told him to get out.

The latter seemed to have a thousand words in his heart, but he had to bow and retreat.

"The heart, the heart..."

In the empty room, Wang Muzhi lost his mind to write, after a long time, he sighed and took a few steps to meet him.

"Teacher listened to it for a long time, but didn't speak. Is it to see the disciple's joke?"

Outside the door, is Xu Wenji, who is getting older and older. He hangs on a crutch and walks into the room slowly:

"Perhaps, this is the same line? The disciple of this old man is not obedient, and your disciple is also different from your way.

"There are no the same flowers in the world, and there are no people with the same mind. Naturally, the Tao is also different.

Sitting down with the teacher, Wang Muzhi shook his head:

"The complexity of the disciples' hearts is not that they have other thoughts, but that they are short-sighted."

"Prosperity, wealth, and power, no one wants to, by the way, except for you back then."

Looking at his most satisfied and most rebellious disciple, Xu Wenji's expression was a little subtle.

"I still remember that at that time, you were only eleven or twelve years old. The old man asked you about your ambitions in class, but you answered it. The memory is so deep that I heard the teacher mention that year, and Wang Muzhi also misses it a little."

"But my disciples always believe that everyone can become a saint."

"So..." Xu Wenji glanced at the still-ink paper on the case: "Can you become a saint with this book?"

"It's just that I feel it after hearing the changes over the years."

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Wang Muzhi closed the door and rekindled the incense. This was his homemade incense, so he could concentrate on it.

Xu Wenji said no more, and slowly flipped through the paper, sometimes frowning, sometimes stretching, before saying:

"The future you think is so pessimistic?"

"It's not pessimism, it's fact."

Carefully putting away the paper, Wang Muzhi's expression was calm: "The changes in the sky, the changes in the world are earth-shaking changes, and for people, it is even more violent and terrifying beyond description."

Xu Wenji yawned. In recent years, his spirit has become worse and worse, and under the incense of this concentration, he wants to sleep.

"Supernatural master, not a warrior!"

Taking a deep breath, Wang Muzhi continued:

"Martial saints, even if they are extremely strong, they still cannot escape the category of mortals. Their descendants and descendants cannot control the martial arts, even if there is a way for ordinary people to change their lives. Master of supernatural powers, they are not yet immortals, gods, Buddhas and demons, but they have already No longer human! And Taoism can be passed down from generation to generation through the magical tools refined by the gods."

Xu Wenji frowned slightly.

"you."

"Teacher, the future world may be a prosperous world for young junior brothers, Qi Daoguang, and the old demon of Montenegro. But for ordinary people, it will be a more profound disaster than before and now. ”

In the room, Wang Muzhi lowered his eyes:

"Supernatural powers can be passed down, this is too terrifying. Ordinary people, who practice martial arts, how can they compete with such people?"

Xu Wenji's expression was slightly moved:

"Do you think that when the troubled times are settled, the world will be mastered by those supernatural power masters who have a long life span, who are in charge of supernatural powers, and can be passed down from generation to generation..."

Wang Muzhi was about to say something when his heart suddenly moved.

Just heard the drum beating in Guan Nei, and the sound of a large number of soldiers colliding with each other.

"Enemy attack!"

Xu Wenji coughed and stood up.

Wang Muzhi had already put on his arm, and came to the city wall with lightning speed.

I could hear thunderstorms on the plain, endless snow waves rolling, like waves in the ocean, one layer higher than another, and one wave higher than another.

The city walls of Shuiyunguan seemed to be shaking.

In the distance, banners and flags are hunting, people and horses are like dragons, and eight thousand masters are wearing armor and riding horses, entangled in qi and machine, like mountains colliding.

The rolling suffocating energy is overwhelming, and its tyrannical momentum is almost reminiscent of the famous Black Armored Knights!

"Wolf Riding?"

Wang Muzhi's eyes condensed, and his color changed immediately.

A hoarse but loud shout came from outside the gate:

"Xu Wenji! The few people are here, don't open the door quickly!"

"Open the door!"

Um? !

After a slight start, Wang Muzhi's complexion suddenly sank, and the blazing thunder light couldn't restrain himself rising up.

The army is crushing the realm, and the emperor calls the door.

Pingshui County was in trouble, and Yang Yu did not go to Fangcun Xianshan at the invitation of the big boss, although the latter invited him dozens of times in recent years.

He summoned a group of officials from the prefecture and instructed the aftermath to take a flying eagle back to the Northwest Road City, and immediately retreated again.

And when he left the customs again, he heard the recent uproar.

"The Son of Heaven is calling the door!"

In the more than 400 years of Ming Dynasty, this is also a unique event, especially among ordinary people, it is even more sensational.

At the moment of exiting the customs, Yang Prison, whose five senses were much stronger than when they were at their peak, had already heard a lot of talk in the palace and even in the nearby streets.

And Qi Wensheng, who had been waiting for a long time, naturally stepped forward and reported the matter for him.

On that day, outside Shuiyun Pass, 8,000 Heavenly Wolf cavalry appeared, and the troops approached the city with great momentum. uukanshu. com and…

"Long story short." He raised his hand and interrupted Qi Wensheng who wanted to tell a long story. Yang Yu said, "Then where is Emperor Qianheng now?"

"Cough cough." Qi Wensheng coughed several times, "After he called the door that day, of course the door wouldn't open, but he also put down the hanging basket and pulled him up, and then..."

"Seize power?"

Yang prison frowned slightly.

Emperor Gan Ting was naturally not a good emperor, but he was not without merit, at least, he was very familiar with temple battles.

In fact, based on what he had seen from Qin Lihu and Xu Xiuxiu, he might be able to piece together something.

Without his intervention, the Qianheng Emperor would return in a few years or ten years, and he was greeted by Qin Lihu, who had pacified the two provinces and six states.

And after.

"The teacher is on the side, he thinks, but how can he take it away?"

Qi Wensheng sneered, and then his expression became a little complicated, and he even said, extremely shocked:

"The teacher made a decisive decision, sent him to Lanshan Pass, and handed him over to the former commander of Jinyiwei, Li Baihu.

"Senior Brother Wang personally handed him over to Li Baihu?" Hearing this, Yang Yu couldn't help raising his eyebrows. He seemed to remember Li Baihu's fate.

Wang Muzhi, he actually knew that?

"Just now, there was a message from the eagle..."

"Emperor Gan Ting, died blocking the mountain pass! Li Baihu, hang him with his own hands on a tree with a crooked neck outside the fortress!"

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