Chaos creates the Celestial Scriptures

Chapter 1

Great Sui Empire, Yunzhou, Yunshui County, Yunshui City, Chengxi Iron Ware Fang Old Street.

LaoJie is the only market in the Iron Mill that produces and sells ironware.

Along the street are shops next to each other, and behind the shops are workshops that produce ironware.

The imperial court had a rule that whether it was a craftsman or a merchant, the residential area must be concentrated and could not be mixed with the working sales area.

So, as soon as it gets dark, the men close their doors and return to their neighborhoods, far or near.

The women have long cooked rice, while stopping the gluttonous dolls from stealing the pork head meat left by the men who give strength, while quietly stuffing a little fried pork skin into the doll's mouth.

The dolls are even more blind waiting for their father or grandfather to come back to eat.

On August 8 of the same year, at 10:33 p.m.

At this time, the craftsmen, merchants, and men all returned to the settlement, and there was no one on the old street. What's more, it rained today, and the shouts of night soldiers or beaters became more and more weak.

Only a dense drizzle was falling tirelessly from the black-gray sky.

At the beginning and end of the old street, there are two long lanterns that are offered in turn on each paving, and the dim lights are dimmed in a large circle of light wheels in the dark and rainy night.

Occasionally, you can hear a child's cry or two faintly coming from some of the shantytowns in the neighborhood not far away, and sometimes there will be one or two dog barks or two.

At this time, under the dim light wheel of the long lamp, you can vaguely see that not far from the intersection of the old street, there is a man's body lying quietly on the stone road that has been ground by the carriage.

The cold rain that fell from the sky mixed with the warm blood flowed from the man, and it had slowly converged into a puddle of blood in the shallow pit on the stone road under the man's body.

Although this kind of street-thumping thing does not happen very often, it always appears once or twice a month in the market.

Sometimes it's a vendetta, sometimes it's a sacrifice for the sake of grabbing territory, and sometimes it's purely because of the consequences of offending some big bosses.

The people in fang city are used to it, and they know that their lives may not be as expensive as a dog of the powerful.

The next day, they would come over and take a look, and if the fallen person was someone who everyone knew and had no family to entrust, everyone would make a contribution to the aftermath of the deceased.

If you don't know, everyone will report the soldiers patrolling the streets or the patrols passing by, and then each person will do whatever they want, and they will never be involved.

In the end, the city lord's house will come and pull the body to the city's Westernized People's Village, and if there are no relatives and friends to recognize people within three days. Those who die of illness will burn it; if they die of illness or freeze and starve, they will take a roll of the bed and throw it into a mass burial post, and hastily bury the matter.

Now it is the great Sui Dynasty, but this prosperity is just a place for ordinary people to die after death.

Several wild dogs, attracted by the smell of blood, were slowly surrounding the men who had fallen to the ground, step by step. It is estimated that they are considering where to eat them from today's supper is more appropriate.

At a glance, it was clear that the man lying on the cobblestone road was a security guard in the city.

Because he was wearing the cheapest sackcloth shorts, which were the cheapest clothes in Yunshui City, there was no one.

Therefore, it was used by shopkeepers in various cities as uniforms for security guards.

The only difference is that he has a red cloth ring embroidered on his arm, and a black "An" character in the cloth circle, which means that his identity is the security guard of Fang City.

Looking closely, the body of the man who fell not far from the intersection of the old street still twitched a little from time to time, indicating that he had not completely lost his breath. But judging from his injuries, if no one rescues him, it is estimated that his life will be a matter of this moment and three moments.

The man's appearance was very miserable, both arms and thighs were strangely curved, and blood gushed from the wound at the fracture. There were obviously internal injuries, because his eyes, mouth, and nose were also slowly bleeding.

The man's strength disappeared with the massive loss of blood from his wounds.

His consciousness had begun to blur, and the cold also made his body instinctively begin to convulse and shiver, hoping to squeeze every bit of heat from his body to resist the cold.

But every time I shivered, the place where the injured fracture was injured was filled with a sharp pain.

In the end, he could only hold the same injured legs with his injured arms with difficulty, tightly curled into a ball, instinctively and futilely resisting the loss of temperature caused by blood loss and rain.

Until eventually slowly losing consciousness.

Not far away, on the dark side of the dark street corner, there was always a pair of eyes silently staring at the man. It wasn't until the man was completely unconscious that the figure of the owner of these eyes slowly disappeared into the darkness, as if it had never appeared.

Years of experience had taught him that this man would never live more than a quarter of an hour.

......

As a small security guard in the old street of ironware workshop, whether it is a person or a work, In the past three years, Lieberthal has been cautious.

He knew deeply that if he wanted to hang out on this street, he could not offend the owners of the IronWare Factory who paid for the security, nor could he offend the Iron Hand Gang, the largest gang in the west of the city, who made a living by collecting management fees from these shopkeepers.

Offended the owner of the Iron Works, he was about to lose his job, and he had no food to eat.

Offended the Seongsai Iron Hand Gang, people are about to die, even if there is food, there is no life to eat.

For security guards like Kenneth Lieberthal, the Iron Works hired dozens.

Their duty is to patrol the streets on weekdays, catch thieves without background, maintain the order of customers to buy goods, scare customers who do not abide by market order, and make cameo porters of small items.

In fact, the shop owners of the old street understand that if something big happens, don't expect these security guards. They're just doing a job.

Driven by the iron hand gang's not excessive squeezing and the relatively high profit margins of the store owners. The Iron Hand Gang, the Fang City Security Guard, and the Old Street Shop Owner reached an interesting tacit understanding.

Under this tacit understanding, Lieberthal had a thrilling mix for three years.

Perhaps the days of peace are too long, and the vigilance is reduced.

This afternoon, during a routine security patrol, Lieberthal spotted a fifteen or sixteen-year-old half-sized man who was stealing a merchant who had come to Laojie to buy.

For Lieberthal, who had always adhered to the principle of not caring about himself and hanging high, he would have turned a blind eye. It just happened that at noon, I was invited by the owner of this shop to drink a few sips of wine, and the two negotiated very happily.

Now seeing that there are thieves "working" in this shop, Lie kan, who has just been touted by the store owner, feels that if he does not reach out to manage a tube, he is sorry for the sincerity of the store owner.

In particular, if you don't reach out and manage a tube, the business of this shop will be affected by a small amount.

After that, no more shopkeeper will spend even a copper plate on himself for wine and meat money.

Moreover, for the twenty-five- and six-year-old Lieberthal, he thought he could catch a half-grown child, and he was still sure. Otherwise, even if he had the heart to catch the thief, he would not be able to return to heaven.

Sure enough, with the help of his assistants, the two strong boys took a lot of effort to finally subdue the half-sized boy.

Who knows, when the half-sized boy was just handcuffed to the ground, the half-sized boy said to Lieberthal and his assistant, who were twisting his hands:

"I'm from the Iron Palm Gang, do you still want to arrest me?"

Lieberthal's noon wine had not yet passed, his body was a little slow, and he had just kicked him in the stomach when he grabbed this half-sized child. Although it is not fatal, it is also very painful.

Now, when I heard this half-sized boy report the name like this, Li Kan, who was momentarily drunk and bold, and became angry and angry, came to say:

"The Iron Hand gang is a fart, Lao Tzu caught you."

Without hesitation, he and his partner twisted the thief to the patrol room.

I thought it was just a small thing to catch a thief, but the result was very serious.

The thief caught in the afternoon, in the evening Lieberthal was broken limbs and thrown at the intersection of the old street he patrolled during the day.

Lieberthal, who had just been thrown on the cobblestone road at the intersection of the street, had ten thousand regrets in his heart, regretting that he should not have drunk his head, and caught the thief and put himself in crisis.

But as time went on, when the dizziness of his massive blood loss struck one after another, the regret in Liekan's heart slowly faded, looking at his hands and feet that had been abolished, and all that remained was hatred for the Iron Hand Gang.

Although this hopeless hatred now has no egg use for the Iron Hand Gang. But this experience of life and death hatred made Lieberthal's stubborn mentality no longer exist.

When the owner of those eyes had just left, the strange ring on Liekan's left hand soaked in blood suddenly emitted a black light that ordinary people could not see.

A few wild dogs that had just gathered to enjoy the supper had just come into contact with this black light and inexplicably disappeared. The process of disappearing is also strange, it is the feeling that it gradually melts as if a sugar cube meets water.

Lieberthal, who had passed out in a coma, seemed to have a long, confused dream in which a strange voice was talking to himself:

"How many wild dogs, who also dare to come and rob the spirit of this precept?" Look for death. ”

"Well, look at the age of this boy's bones, what?" Almost 100 years old, how is this possible? It seems that this boy is full of surprise. ”；

"He has tasted the heat and cold of the world, although he is cunning and suspicious, he has not lost his pure heart and has a suitable personality";

"It's just this soul... This bloodline... This is Nyima is actually a dragon bloodline, although it is a little thinner, but it is also genuine";

"Huh? How could this boy's soul be in such a situation? Well, it looks like things are going to be more interesting, and since you're so special, it's you."

Then the voice said to Lieberne:

"I am the spirit of the Creation Ring, and now your blood has activated the Creation Ring, and there were originally a lot of resources in the Creation Ring, but because it was too old, I crossed over to find the right successor, and in order to maintain my own consumption, I have almost used it."

The current resources are no longer enough to support me to choose other heirs, and the inheritance I carry will be cheaper for you. Of course, the result is determined by your own comprehension and cultivation. ”

Then, a large number of memories were forcibly poured into the brain from the ring of Lieberthal's left hand, and in the midst of the headache, Lieberthal inexplicably remembered a book called the Chaos Creation Heavenly Scripture.