First Cause Of All Realms

First Cause Of All Realms Chapter 40

2021-09-03

Chapter 40 Ninth Layer!
Om~
It seemed that the Yellow Bell Great Sound sounded in his mind, and after a moment of trance, blurred and escaping revolving lights spread out in front of his eyes.

small courtyard, locust tree, old monkey, Ghost Headed Great Saber, and one old and one young.

Time flies in quickly, and in a trance, Yang Yu only feels immersed in the scene, as if entering a light and shadow.

He looked up, and although there were slight differences, he still recognized that this small courtyard was the small courtyard where Wei He lived.

At the moment, the small courtyard is empty, only one old and one young.

The old man has wrinkled skin and white hair, and he is getting old.

"That is, Old Man Wei?"

Yang Yu recognized the boy kneeling on the ground as Wei He when he was young.

The old man said, "I'm calling you back, but do you have any complaints?"

"The father summons, how can you have any complaints?"

Wei He replied blankly.

"Don't you dare? That's it." The old man was dumbfounded.

Wei He pursed his lips.

Returning to a small border town from the prosperous Qing State, and seeing the vastness of Heaven and Earth, how can he come back, even if he is bruised and bruised outside.

"In the past few years, have I gained more knowledge and gained something?"

The old man sat upright, his hands rubbing his arms and holding the Ghost Headed Great Saber.

Wei He bowed his head, expressionless:

"Qing State vast territory and abundant resources, the prosperity is endless, the Qing State army is strong and strong, and there are countless people who exchange blood, and the innate talent is better than mine. Countless."

"Although the Qing State army is strong, what is it?"

The old man suddenly sneered: "You know, the Great Ming 'father die son' system , the earliest, for whom was Taizu made?"

Wei He's body was shocked, and he raised his head suddenly: "Bright Gown Guard?!"

"Not bad!"

The old man nodded and said: "Father, it is the Bright Gown Guard of Great Ming in Qing State, Shunde Prefecture, and Heishan County!"

"Bright Gown Guard?!"

Hearing the conversation between father and son, Yang Yu couldn't help but be shocked.

Bright Gown Guard's name, of course he knows it.

Li Eryi and even the world's storytellers say, whenever the Imperial Court is mentioned, there must be a shadow of this mysterious violent institution.

According to legend, Bright Gown Guard was established at the beginning of Great Ming's founding.

However, Wei He is actually Bright Gown Guard?

Besides shocked, Yang Yu became more and more curious about the conversation between father and son.

This old man seems to be dying soon, so he will tell all the things that should be done, not in words, but by dictation.

Wei He came back to his senses from the shock, didn't dare to neglect, and wrote it down carefully. I don't know how long it took, the old man spit it out in one breath, and his face was extremely gray.

"Bright Gown Guard, father died and son replaced, passed down from generation to generation, although the father is about to die, one day, Your Majesty will come back to the brocade..."

Strong support In spirit, the old man handed the Ghost Headed Great Saber in his arms to Wei He:

"This knife must be kept safe, it is not only a symbol of your identity, but also contains a part of Bright Gown Guard. Profound martial arts..."

Wei He took the knife, and before he could take another look, he saw the old man's breath dropped to the bottom, and he was silent.

"father!"

In the shrill cry of Wei He, the light and shadow shattered.

In the dark and dull Cauldron of Gluttony, Yang Yu was in a trance for a while before digesting the secret one after another.

Then, looked towards the Ghost Headed Great Saber in his hand.

After thorough refining, there was no red light on this big knife, but at a glance, Yang Yu found something different.

The densely packed text is like a pattern all over the blade.

"Is this what the old man called 'profound martial arts'?"

Yang Yu took a closer look.

"Ghost? Qui? Bit? Picture?"

Yang Yu was stunned for a while, what kind of Heavenly Book is this?
These characters are characters, but what characters are they? He doesn't recognize most of the characters, and he only recognizes a few of them.

It took a while for Yang Yu to put down Ghost Headed Great Saber and looked towards the dark cauldron wall:
[Exchange: Progress (38/100) Second Exchange]

[My mother wants to take the breath of the soul: Progress (23/100) Third Layer]

[Iron Crotch Art: Progress (16/100) Second Layer]

[Wind Step: Progress (39/100) Third Layer]

[Tiger Grapple: Progress (11/100) Second Layer]

[Blade Technique Beheading: Progress (99/100) Ninth Layer] ]

Refinement of martial arts inside and outside is limited by the level of exchange blood, even if it has already reached the pace of Third Layer, it cannot go further.

But this style is 'decapitation', but all the way advanced by leaps and bounds to Ninth Layer!
This is not Wei He's realm, nor his father, the realm of his grandparents, but the summary of their three generations of swordsmanship experience!
It is the result of Yang Yu standing on their shoulders and swinging his sword countless times.

……

Open the window, the sky is just bright, and the starlight can still be seen in the sky.

Yang Yu held the waist knife, a feeling of hard to describe welling up in his heart, making him unable to help his body tremble.

It's as if the old gluttony sees the delicacy, the evil spirits in the wine, and the jade dew nectar.

"Decapitation knife, Ninth Layer!"

Strongly suppressing the urge to scream, Yang Yu's face had a touch of satisfaction.

The improvement of Blade Technique will not allow his strength and physique to have the transformation advanced by leaps and bounds, but the inner improvement seems to be better than the outer improvement.

hu~
The yellow leaves on the eaves of the cold wind fell erratically.

Yang Yu squinted his eyes slightly, without needing any thought, just ten feet in front of him, all directions and objects appeared in front of him.

And even, what kind of effect will be achieved by what angle, when, and what kind of power and speed.

It all came to his mind.

Yang Yu just stood quietly in front of the window, only to feel that the commonplace scenery in the past was so fresh and so fascinating.

It wasn't until the sky was bright and grandma's coughing sound came from next door that he came back to his senses, made a fire, drew water, washed rice and cooked.

After everything was done, I talked to grandma before going out.

The seven days are up, but the anxiety in Yang Yu's heart dissipated a lot, and instead, be eager to have a try.

The city is already lively, people coming, people going.

Yang Yu walked in the crowd, but he felt uncomfortable, maybe it was the repercussions of quick refining, or it was the habit of beheading Blade Technique.

Let him walk, his eyes unconsciously fall on the necks of all pedestrians passing by his side.

At the same time, ideas of how to exert force and how to beheaded for various angles naturally emerged in my heart.

Immersed in this weird state, Yang Yu crossed the street and came to the Liu Family mansion.

Wang Wu, who was in a much better condition, was talking to a group of 'Xiang Yong' about the matters to be aware of when he left the city this time, when his neck suddenly felt numb.

Subconsciously looking back and seeing Yang Yu's eyes, his heart trembled involuntarily.

This boy...

"What? Boy, do you want to kill a certain family?"

Wang Wu scolded.

A thought in his mind made him feel extremely absurd and weird:
Don't turn your back on this kid!

Yang Yu retracted his gaze reluctantly, turned his head, and looked towards another Martial Artist.

The Martial Artist naturally didn't have the power of induction like Wang Wu, and he didn't know that the person behind him had already beheaded him dozens of times in his mind.

"This time into the mountain, be careful about everything. Without my permission, no one can act without permission!"

Finally, he warned Wang Wu to turn around and bring With a group of people out of the city.

After walking two steps, he seemed to feel something, he couldn't help shivering, turned his head and glared at Yang Yu:

"Go ahead of me!"

……

The cool wind blows the leaves.

The courtyard was full of green plants, Liu Wenpeng was holding chess pieces in his hand, and he casually looked towards the gray-bearded Taoist opposite:
"Brother Guan, it's your turn."

" Don't play, don't play."

Guan Daoist gave up his son and conceded defeat, shaking his head "Your Excellency is worthy of both chess and swordsmanship, Poor Daoist really can't beat you."

"The chess game has not yet been played. When the erosion is out of control, why would you admit defeat?"

Liu Wenpeng smiled and said:

"Just like Montenegro at this time, you only see him as chaotic as a quagmire, but I am in it. I saw an opportunity to get out of the cage.”

“en?”

Daoist Guan shrugged, and then sighed: “Aren’t you afraid of erosion to the point of being out of control?”

"hehe ~"

Liu Wenpeng dropped the chess piece in his hand, wiped his palm with a silk scarf, and said leisurely:

"If that's not the case, how can I see my master's methods?"

Good night.