The First Cause of All Realms

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On the table, there were three oil lamps and a pot of refreshing tea. Other than that, there were only pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and thick files.

"The pair of glasses you entrusted are very useful."

Xu Wenji took off his glasses and carefully wiped the lenses.

Glasses are not uncommon. They were available in various places more than a hundred years ago, but the glasses made by Qi Changfa are extremely precious and rare.

In these years, he only played a few sets, one of which was sent to Shuiyun Pass. "As long as you need it..." Looking at the old Xu Wenji in front of the case, Yang Qiu felt a little sore in his heart.

Rickets, fireworks, deafness, loss of energy and blood, dullness...

Today's Xu Wenji, in his eyes, is like a candle that will not be extinguished under the strong wind, which seems to exist but does not exist.

But in fact, according to the book of life and death, the lifespan of the old man in front of him is only four years.

This, it was many years ago, he came here to heal his wounds and get rid of many years of illness, if not, thirteen years earlier, his lifespan would be exhausted...

"Northwest Dao has done very well these years, at least better than the old man..."

Putting on his glasses, Xu Wenji took a good look at Yang Yu, feeling slightly emotional:

"More than forty years have passed, and you are still so young. The marvelous skills in martial arts and horizontal training are really amazing. It's a pity..."

"You are old..."

Yang Jue's throat twitched. He wanted to say something, but Xu Wenji dragged him to sit in front of the case.

This old man who was known for his toughness in his old age also let go of a lot in his old age, and talked to the largest and only rebel leader today.

This was impossible in previous years. You know, because of political disagreements back then, he almost had nothing to do with Wang Muzhi and other disciples.

On the desk case, there are piles of files, all of which are Xu Wenji's records of the customs and customs of the alien races outside the Great Wall over the years.

Xu Wenji rarely saw more. From the distribution of the eight tribes of Sirius, habits, customs, education, customs, and even the conflict between slaves and nobles, the composition and structure of the royal court...

What's more, it's his predictions and explanations for enlightening the alien race and eliminating the conflict between the two races.

Yang Jue listened quietly, answering a sentence from time to time, or adding oil to the lamp.

"Foreigners outside the Great Wall are no different from us. They are flesh and blood, and their nature is inherently good. However, outside the Great Wall is bitterly cold, lacks clothing and food, and often dies if they don't fight. Over time, they become fierce and aggressive..."

Xu Wenji sighed lightly:

"Whether it's outside the Great Wall or outside the customs, what ordinary people want is nothing more than food and clothing. No parent would be willing to send their children to the battlefield..."

Yang Jue nodded, seeing that he couldn't help yawning, he said:

"It's late at night, you should go to sleep."

"In this life, this old man has failed in writing, in martial arts, and in the legendary Dao of Immortals and Buddhas, but after living for a long time, I have some subtle feelings..."

Xu Wenji waved his hand and said:

"Although you are here today, the old man has already noticed that someone is coming seven days ago, but he didn't know that it was you."

Seemingly aware of it, Yang Jue helped the old man: "If you have anything to say, we will talk about it tomorrow. You should rest first."

"Are you here to prolong the old man's life?" Xu Wenji didn't refuse, but said suddenly.

"I can't hide it from you." Yang prison sighed slightly in his heart.

Among Xu Wenji's fate, there is "knowing the destiny", the so-called knowing the destiny, is similar to the unity of heaven and man, one can faintly perceive the changes in the world, the ups and downs of personal luck, and the limit of life.

"No need."

Xu Wenji waved his hand and refused:

"What the old man should do has been done.

For the rest of the time, I will accompany Xiuxiu, tease my grandson, and go through this smoothly, and I should go down to see the late emperor..."

Yang Ju wanted to force him to do it, but Xu Wenji had already seen through his mind and glanced at him:

"What, you still want to knock the old man out?"

"How can it be?"

Yang Yu smiled wryly: "

However, Xiuxiu is only your elder relative, and her grandson is also young, how can you bear it? "

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, everyone is like this. I have lived for more than a hundred years, and I am more fortunate than ordinary people. What is there to be dissatisfied with?

Today, you can greatly prolong the life of this old man, but in the future, there will be Xiuxiu and his wife, grandchildren, wives, and descendants...

Even if you are capable, what can you do? "

Xu Wenji sat down and took off his boots:

"Take these documents to the Northwest Road and deliver them to Wei Zhengxian. After that, call Muzhi and the others to come back and meet the old man..."

Taking off his coat, he slowly went down:

"Let's go, leave some face for this old man..."

After decades of vicissitudes, he may have accepted the collapse of the dynasty that he had served for half his life, but his mental strength has finally come to an end.

Yang Yu was silent.

He could knock Xu Wenji unconscious by raising his hand, but in the end, he didn't make a move, just bowed long:

"Farewell, Master Xu..."

Yang Qiu stayed in Shuiyunguan for six days, then went to the former Seven Killing King City, and now stayed in Muhua City for seven or eight days.

Ten days later, the travel-worn Wang Muzhi arrived.

"The nail-headed arrow book can't lock Lu Chen, he has been prepared for a long time..." Wang Mu's face sank like water.

Fangcun Mountain has been closed for more than ten years. In these ten years, apart from arranging the disciples of Wanxiang Mountain, most of his energy was spent on this nail-headed curse book.

However…

After receiving the nail-headed curse book, Yang Jue was not surprised. Lu Chen calculated to pity the old woman for thousands of years. If he hadn't had such precautions, he might have been killed by the curse.

"The mist outside the square inch mountain has slowly dissipated. Maybe it will be opened in a few days. Are you sure?"

Wang Muzhi talked about the changes beyond the Great Wall, or Fangcunshan in recent years, with a solemn expression.

Lu Chen's invitation to fight has already spread throughout the world. At this moment, there are so many masters outside the Great Wall, and there are crowds of people outside the mountain.

Even among the archipelagos of the four seas, there are masters who come from thousands of miles away, wanting to watch the battle.

Among them, there are not a few martial sages and even Shidu, such as Qi Daoguang, Youlong, Jiang Wuyang, Cheng Yiyuan and others.

"It's meaningless to talk about winning or losing without a real fight."

Yang Yu didn't care much, just took out a ginseng fruit and handed it to Wang Muzhi.

"Teacher, don't you agree?"

Although it was doubtful, Wang Muzhi didn't seem surprised, and sighed with a complicated expression:

"He will never forget the ancient country..."

"I have poured my whole life into this, how can I forget it?"

Yang prison was not surprised.

It is hard to leave his homeland, and his homeland is unforgettable. He has been in this world for decades, and every time he dreams back at midnight, he will think of his previous life.

With the same heart, how could he not accept it?

Just feeling a little sad...

"When that day comes, I might really want to learn from you."

Wang Muzhi accepted the ginseng fruit, and when he saw the goshawk summoned by Yang Jue, he hesitated again and again, and said:

"The future is uncertain, and supernatural powers cannot be fully believed. Then Lu Chen does not know whether he will live or die. If you don't go to Fangcun Mountain, he may not be able to do anything to you!"

Yang Qiu didn't answer, but asked instead: "During the past ten years, have you ever glimpsed a corner of the future again?"

Hearing this, Wang Muzhi couldn't help but remain silent.

For more than ten years, she has tried several times almost every day, during which she also had glimpses, but...

"Fangcunshan, I've wanted to go for a long time. Whether there is Lu Chen or not, I want to go. Whether the outcome will be won or not, we will have to fight!"

With a light tap of his foot, Yang Jue has already got a flying eagle, and in the midst of the eagle's cry, he flies away:

"I have endured him for a long time!"

…

…

Northwest Road, the backyard of the palace.

"what!"

With a cry of surprise, the sleeping old man suddenly sat up, he gasped heavily, his eyes were out of focus, and beads of sweat gushed out from the pores all over his body.

"Are you having a nightmare again?"

He screamed miserably, but Granny Yang didn't seem to be surprised. She put on her clothes and got up, wiping his sweat with a handkerchief.

"Um…"

The old man's face was ugly.

In the past two or three years, whenever he fell into the deepest sleep, he would always wake up from the dream, but he didn't know what dream he had.

Ruo Ruowu only remembered a few intermittent words that he couldn't understand at all...

"Did you go to the sea of ​​laws too much?"

Granny Yang felt distressed.

"Master?"

The two supernatural masters standing guard outside the gate were at a loss. They wanted to push the door but dared not. Just when they were worried, they heard footsteps coming from outside the courtyard gate, and couldn't help trembling.

"father?"

The gate of the courtyard opened without wind, and a young man about thirteen or fourteen years old pushed the door open and entered.

This boy is slender, his physique is almost perfect, and his face is even more handsome like a god, not like a body of flesh and blood.

No matter men or women, seeing them can't help but make them feel good.

But the two supernatural power masters standing outside the door seemed to have seen the most terrifying thing, trembling all over, and their backs were soaked.

"Can't even see a door, return door god?!"

Yang Jian glanced at the two guards angrily, and without reprimanding him, he went up to knock on the door:

"Father, open the door. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

Inside the house, the old man was still panting heavily. Seeing Yang Jian, he hurriedly grabbed his palm, which was cold:

"Remember! That sentence, I remember!"

"Do you remember everything?"

Yang Jian's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately became bewildered.

Over the years, through the realm of ninety-nine profound arts, he has learned almost everything taught by his elder brother, including ancient Taoism.

just this voice...

"Did you speak?"

Yang Jian was a little suspicious. If he hadn't seen his father's lips twitching, he would almost have thought that his father hadn't spoken at all.

"This dream will never happen in the future."

The old man spoke suddenly.

"Um?"

Just as Yang Jian was about to ask the reason, he felt his shoulders sink.

"Who?!"

His eyes froze, and he was about to burst into flames, when the surging blood energy all over his body suddenly dissipated into nothingness.

"good."

Looking at the younger brother who has grown up, Yang Qiu smiled slightly:

"Grandma, I'm back."

"elder brother!"

"Little Prison!"

After reacting, the three people in the room were immediately overjoyed. Granny Yang complained a little, and held his hand tightly.

On the other hand, Yang Ju opened his cuffs a little, and asked the old man to repeat what he said before.

He didn't come out of nowhere, but he heard the old man's yell and the conversation between the two of them afterwards.

only…

There was a deathly silence around the cuffs, the little toad seemed to have melted away, and Yang Jue let out a few lingering strokes with his left hand, but there was no response.

"Using divine writing to test the patriarch? Hehe, the meaning of this sentence is..."

When Yang Jue frowned slightly, the little toad pretended to be low and majestic in his cuff:

"What do you want?"

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