Beginning to become a saint from the path of time and fruit

Chapter 74: The legend of the legendary number one scholar, the old man from the Imperial Ancestral Temple teaches the Three Swords of Ci Pai [Please order for the first time! 】

After returning from thousands of miles away, my face becomes less and less beautiful, and my smile still carries the fragrance of plum blossoms.

Anle returned to the yard holding an oil-paper umbrella, her heart also at peace.

Although he almost defeated Qinhe, the former eighteenth king of the Little Saint List, in a crushing manner, he did not feel proud.

The patter of spring rain echoes in the alleys and yards, which is quite crisp and sobering.

With a flick of the finger, Mochi and Qingshan flew out, and inserted into the hole of the old locust tree with skill and precision, without damaging the other bark of the old locust tree, causing the branches and leaves of the old locust tree to tremble slightly.

Anle collected the oil-paper umbrella, drained the water, and put it aside.

"came back."

The old man laughed, poured a glass of warm old yellow rice wine, and pushed it on the table to a comfortable position.

Anle sat on a small chair and drank it all in one gulp, dispelling the cold spring chill in his body.

"How does it feel? Wang Qinhe is still somewhat talented in being able to be placed in the hope of the prince's government and exchange large resources for a small holy order. Can you gain something from this battle?"

The old man poured himself a drink, enjoying the spring rain at night, and asked.

Anle took a sip of wine, held the wine cup, thought for a moment, and said solemnly: "Wang Qinhe still underestimated me."

"He is a level higher than me in the realm of body training, and he has stepped into the four realms to understand the mysterious meaning. However, he did not take advantage of the body training. He was too careless and was suppressed by my ancient demon tiger style explosion. As a result, he lost Got the chance.”

Anle reviewed the battle scene and analyzed.

The old man stroked his long white eyebrows and listened with a smile.

"Since I can be promoted to the Little Saint Ranking, it means that even the Holy Mountain admits that I am no longer weaker than him in terms of hard power, but he didn't go all out when he made a move against me, and still had reservations."

"This is the main reason for his defeat. In the end, he used Wu Tongxuan to release the sword energy dragon python, which is extremely powerful. If he used Tongxuan to suppress me the moment he got close to me, maybe I would have to spend more money. some means.”

After Anle finished speaking, he chuckled: "When swinging a sword against an opponent you are unsure of, you must go all out, otherwise, you may not have the chance to swing the second sword."

The old man nodded appreciatively: "It seems that you have seen things thoroughly. Of course, it is because Wang Qinhe does not have the belief that he will defeat you. If he had this belief, it would be difficult for you to fight this battle, unless you have a bigger trump card. "

An Le nodded solemnly. Indeed, in tonight's battle, he didn't want to see him win easily, but in fact, finally breaking through Wang Qinhe's sword energy, dragon python martial arts profound meaning, had already exhausted the mental power accumulated by Sword Furnace.

Coupled with the success of the ancient demon Wuqin at the beginning, they were able to press forward step by step, suppressing Wang Qinhe until he could not breathe, and finally won.

But if Wang Qinhe were more cautious and kept delaying, with the strength of the martial arts body of the four realms and the interference of martial arts mysteries, Anle might really be dragged down.

At that time, Anle may have to use the power in the Dao Fruit [Hao Qi Yin].

The old man poured a glass of wine for Anle, and they drank it together.

The rain is pouring in the courtyard, and the leaves of the beaten old locust trees are swaying.

"Apart from this, do you have any other feelings?" the old man asked meaningfully.

Anle was stunned for a moment, playing with the wine cup and frowning in thought.

The old man didn't show off and pointed at the raindrops falling from the sky.

"With the victory in this battle, do you feel that your confidence has grown, a wave of belief has grown?"

"It's like water dripping onto a stone. One drop may not mean anything, but if tens of thousands or billions of drops fall on one spot, it will be shocking and the water will penetrate the stone."

"You cross the border to defeat Wang Qinhe and accumulate a belief in victory. As you fight more and more, the belief will become stronger."

"Where does the heroic spirit come from? It comes from the heart, and the heroic spirit is not blind. It requires strength, record, and trump cards as the confidence. A heroic army that is victorious in every battle dares to smash the opponent to pieces when facing an army ten times its size. It’s because of the pride and belief that victory brings.”

The old man looked at An Le, with a bit of expectation in his eyes. Perhaps he saw his former self in the young man today, so high-spirited that the old man couldn't help but want to give guidance and pass on the legacy.

He is an old uncle of the royal family. However, since the Great Zhao Dynasty moved south five hundred years ago, he has drawn a line with the royal family and has no interest in the royal family at all.

The nobleman sitting in the Taixuan Palace once wanted him to pass on Qingshan's sword skills to the children of the royal family.

But Zhao Huangting rejected him. The old man never married and had no descendants. His inheritance only depends on fate.

When the fate comes, it will naturally spread.

Now, the young man in green in front of him is his fate, Zhao Huangting.

Grinning, the old man looked at An Le: "Winning every battle is a way to cultivate invincible faith and heroism. The purpose of the existence of the Little Saint List is actually to cultivate your faith in victory. Where faith reaches, gold and stone will be opened. "

An Le was thoughtful after hearing the words.

When he defeated Wang Qinhe, Anle did have a heroic mentality rushing through his heart. At that moment, he felt confident and the tiger in his heart roared.

Perhaps this is the change in belief brought about by victory.

"Li Youan followed this path back then. Why is he called the legendary number one scholar... Do you know?" The old man said as he drank a glass of old rice wine.

Anle shook his head. He indeed knew very little about the deeds of the legendary champion Li Youan, and he had not gained enough time and energy to do so.

Maybe you can find an opportunity to take a look at the life of this legendary number one pick and see if you can observe his golden years.

"When Li Youan entered the Little Saint List, his ranking was better than yours, but not much better. But from the day he entered the list, he began to challenge the geniuses on the Little Saint List."

"The battle lasts for seven days, rain or shine. Except for the Spring Palace Examination, the rest of the time, I am either challenging or on the way to challenge."

"Victory in every battle, building up an invincible force, accumulating awe-inspiring aura, and in one fell swoop, Chunwei High School, will test for the top spot in front of the palace!"

"After ascending to the top of the imperial examination, seven days later, I challenged the top of the Little Saint Ranking, and won the battle. The clouds and mist on the Holy Mountain opened for me, and I climbed the mountain to talk to the Holy Master."

The old man said with a smile, even he was a little sighing.

"Tell me, can you call it a legend?"

An Le couldn't help but yearn for it after hearing it. The legendary number one scholar was indeed a legend. It was like a cheating life. It was really... amazing.

"Luo Qingchen took this path when he first entered Lin'an. Unfortunately... Luo Qingchen's tofu Taoist heart is the best in the world and is very rare."

The old man couldn't help but smile when he mentioned Luo Qingchen.

"And this is not the most legendary thing. Li You'an became the number one scholar. After talking with the Holy Master, he gave up the soul-crushing wealth in Lin'an and went to the Canglang River battlefield. He started as a centurion and earned money by killing enemies. In just one year, he was promoted to deputy general."

"He once led a team of hundreds of people and dared to cross the river directly into the main camp of the Yuan-Meng army, captured the opponent's general alive, and returned safely across the river. He was really a tyrant with no bounds."

The old man stroked his long eyebrows, and his words were full of emotion.

"I have fought for three thousand miles with one body, and with one sword I have been a master of millions... so heroic!" An Le also marveled and praised.

The old man heard the words, savored them carefully, and couldn't help stroking his hands: "Well said."

Then the two of them poured wine and drank. The warm old rice wine had already cooled down, but there was not much left.

"I'm telling you about Li You'an today because I want you to understand the importance of faith. Next, I also have hopes for you. I hope that you can also be invincible and carry your winning streak with courage and courage. All the way to the top of the Little Saint Ranking, Chunwei is ranked first!”

The old man said with shining eyes.

Anle took a deep breath and looked solemn, even though this request was indeed difficult.

Not to mention others, just Zhao Jiu and Zhao Xianyou, who are number one on the Little Saint List, are complete monsters. They are known as earthly immortals. Their cultivation has broken through the fifth realm and set foot in the sixth realm. No one in the younger generation can compare with them. Compared.

But Anle didn't back down like this, the tiger in his heart raised its head, full of pride!

The old man stroked his beard and smiled, then raised his hand and waved towards the green mountain stuck on the old locust tree.

The green mountain trembled slightly, and in an instant it escaped from the tree hole and fell into the hands of the old man.

"I found you very pleasing to the eye, so I taught you the three swordsmanship. I hope you can understand it and make up for the gaps in the swordsmanship. This can be regarded as passing on the swordsmanship to the old man."

But he saw the old man getting up slowly.

Holding the sword in the hospital, bathing in the cool spring rain, he began to dance slowly with the sword.

"I named these three swords respectively Zhuzhi, Fangcao, and Young You. Xiaoyou An, don't make fun of me. The names of these sword techniques are pretentious. They were chosen by the beautiful lady who admired me. You are still young and don't understand the sentiment. ”

"Hahaha, little friend, just watch."

The old man smiled heartily and danced holding the green hills.

The spring rain filled the courtyard, hanging upside down in the sky, not a drop fell on the earth.

Anle had already gotten up, and after bowing, he observed carefully.

[Eternal Talent] Daoguo and [Natural Swordsman] Daoguo seemed to burst out with unprecedented energy at this moment.

An Le's pupils reflected every move the old man made while holding the green mountain.

That night, the old man danced his sword freely like a young man, causing the spring rain from the sky to stop falling on the earth.

That night, Anle realized the Three Swords of Cipai and saw a romance.

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On a spring rainy night, a small battle on the West Lake came to an end.

Wang Qinhe, the son of Wang Guogongfu, was also known as a genius. With the Little Holy Order, he was also famous in Lin'an.

But such a genius was defeated by the An family, who were famous for their ink bamboo paintings.

Most people are not familiar with An Le, a new guest on the Little Saint List, but when it comes to the An family, everyone in Lin'an Mansion suddenly realizes that his calligraphy skills have attracted praises from his masters, turbulent the academy, and all the literati. understood.

Therefore, when the overnight spring rain stopped and the dawn had not yet cleared, the news spread throughout Lin'an.

The An family was not only a master of Mozhu, but also a spiritual genius. He accepted the challenge from Wang Qinhe, the prince of the Kingdom's Palace, on the West Lake, and defeated the opponent forcefully, causing Wang Qinhe's mentality to collapse and his body to float on the lake all night.

Some people say that Wang Qinhe may be like the genius Luo Qingchen back then, with a Taoist heart covered in dust!

This incident instantly became a source of gossip for many powerful people in Lin'an Mansion. It was even more interesting than the anecdote about Qin Qianqiu being beaten up by Luo Qingchen and hiding in the King Kong Bell a few days ago.

Wang Qinhe and Qin Qianqiu, brothers in distress, have completely become a joke in Lin'an.

Qin Xiangfu.

After the rain, the slight cold still lingers, and spring sorrow and alcoholism turn into melancholy.

Water pavilion and pavilion.

The atmosphere was cool and silent.

The two of them, who had not slept all night, were sitting there, looking at each other, and you could see the embarrassment in their eyes.

Duke Wang's Mansion and Prime Minister Qin's Mansion are in-laws, so Qin Qianqiu and Wang Qinhe have a good relationship and are as close as brothers. But this time, the two brothers became a joke at the same time.

Wang Qinhe touched his nose: "Don't look at me. My jokes sound better than yours. It's just that I can't calm down and challenge them, and I will be beaten into a drowned dog."

"It's better than being ridden and beaten like a turtle."

Even if the fellow Taoist is dead and the poor Taoist is not dead, Wang Qinhe is also willing to show his face.

Qin Qianqiu smiled and surprisingly did not get angry. He just pushed the brewed tea to Wang Qinhe.

"So, are you willing now?"

Qin Qianqiu asked.

"I'm convinced." Wang Qinhe shrugged, and his answer was beyond Qin Qianqiu's expectation.

"That boy is indeed very talented. He must have been the one who provoked the Martial Arts Master of the Martial Arts Temple that day. This boy has obtained the top martial arts, which has made up for his shortcomings in physical training, and will only become more and more difficult to deal with."

Wang Qinhe said seriously.

"Those who rely on their own talents to obtain the Little Holy Order...are indeed monsters. Your brother Qin Hua'an, Ye Wenxi, the Ninth Prince, and now this boy An is added to the mix. Quan Te's mother is a freak! Fuck! !”

Wang Qinhe became more and more excited as he talked. There are so many weirdos, why couldn't it be him?

Qin Qianqiu looked at Wang Qinhe silently. When Wang Qinhe lamented that other people were freaks, why didn't Qin Qianqiu envy Wang Qinhe's talent?

This is true for people and things in the world. When you envy others, you don't know that I also envy you.

"My son An Le, don't you think the demonic aura in his body is too strong?" Qin Qianqiu said.

Wang Qinhe glanced at him: "The demonic aura is a phenomenon simulated by Qi and blood. It is related to the martial arts he studied. It should be a rare inheritance among Wu Kuishi."

Qin Qianqiu shook his head: "I only saw the strong evil spirit..."

Wang Qinhe frowned: "What do you want to do? Spring is coming, don't cause trouble... Although that kid is close to the Lin Mansion, but Li Youan is in Lin'an now, you can't afford to offend this legendary number one scholar."

"Of course I don't dare to mess around now, but this guy has such evil aura, I just need to reveal it to some paranoid and crazy demon subduing masters..."

Qin Qianqiu's eyes flickered and he took a sip of tea.

Wang Qinhe raised his eyebrows, and then shook his head seriously: "Demon subduing masters? Those demon subduing masters are not good people. They are very dirty. I advise you to have less contact with them."

Qin Qianqiu smiled: "Whoever I am, I won't contact you. I'm just the one who spreads the news."

Walking to the edge of the big pond, Qin Qianqiu dropped a handful of bait.

It caused the koi fish in the pond to fight for it, and it bloomed beautifully.

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…

After the rain, the appearance of spring becomes clearer and more beautiful.

In the small courtyard, the old man has left.

An Le was sitting in the courtyard with a clean wine bottle beside him.

The green hills have been inserted back into the body of the old locust tree, everything seems quiet and quiet, and the sweetness after the rain in the air makes Anle recover slightly.

Last night I watched the old man dance the sword and teach the three swords of Cipai, and I really gained some enlightenment.

In Anle's swordsmanship, only the sword qi of Gangwu is close, and the sword qi of Anle is actually more inclined to the mind-based swordsmanship.

Anle has never learned the real actual swordsmanship. The old man taught him last night, which made up for Anle's shortcomings. The inheritance of the same swordsmanship represents the old man's recognition and heavy trust in him.

Standing up, Anle closed her eyes and let out a breath.

In front of his eyes, a light curtain suddenly appeared, and azure words flashed past.

[Fearless Heart (Tao Fruit): When a dragon fights in the wild and leaps over the border to defeat it, you can be strong and fearless, and the Tao Fruit will feed you]

Then a sense of clarity surged up from the soles of the feet, traveling through the skin, meridians, and even the inner elixir and mind.

Anle only felt that his Qi and blood had become much stronger. The inner alchemy realm he had just broken through was completely stable, and the inner alchemy was even brighter.

The sword furnace between the eyebrows, the sword energy is strong and powerful, much stronger!

If divided according to realm, today's refining gods have even surpassed the early stage and entered the middle stage.

A smile appeared on Anle's lips. For him, fighting was indeed the best way to stabilize his state and improve his strength.

After clearing away the remnants on the table, Anle went to the yard to grab Qingshan and began to practice the sword. The sword technique used was one of the three swords of Cipai taught by the old man, the bamboo branch.

The old man once said that he likes and is good at painting bamboo, perhaps because the sword technique is called bamboo branches.

I just don’t know who the beauty is that the old man said was the name for Three Swords...

Well, maybe there are three beauties... One beauties take the word card?

When my senior was young, he was also a popular figure.

Anle chuckled.

After finishing the sword practice, Anle beat the ancient demon Wuqin for a while. After finishing the morning practice, he changed into a clean white clothes and wore a sword, Qingshan Mochi. He held a great Confucian book "Rites" and left the small courtyard while reading. .

As usual, I ate a bowl of tofu pudding in the alley and went to the edge of the West Lake. I met Liu Yue from Huating who was waiting, and the two talked for a while.

Liu Yue has never practiced Buddhism, he is just a simple scholar, so he does not know much about the battle of Xiao Shengbang last night. He just chatted with An Le, talking about literature, ink, books, fireworks and willows.

An Le seemed to have caught a glimpse of Fairy Yunrou on the West Lake last night. He remembered the agreement he had made and planned to come to keep the appointment. However, after waiting for a long time, there was no trace of the fairy. It seemed that the fairy was not going to show up today. She was indeed a person who was playing in the mortal world and skipped work. They are all magnanimous.

Thinking that Fairy Yunrou seemed to be the guardian of the Sixth Mountain Lord, Anle heard the old man say that the sword box carried by the Sixth Mountain Lord contained three thousand swords from the world of mortals, and he was accustomed to the swordsmanship of the mortal world.

Maybe Fairy Yunrou wants to understand the world of mortals, so she enters the world of mortals first?

After saying goodbye to scholar Liu Yue, Anle went to Lin Mansion.

The person who opened the door of Lin Mansion was Liu Xiang, the maid who was waiting for her every day. Seeing the happiness, Liu Xiang's eyes lit up, as if there were stars.

"Mr. An...good!"

Liuxiang looked at the handsome and charming Anle, pursed her lips and said.

The news of Anle's victory over Wang Qinhe last night has already spread. As a martial arts family, how could the Lin family not know about it? Even servants like them heard about it. Of course, it was Lin Zhuifeng who shouted that Mr. An was so awesome, and then everyone Everyone knows that Mr. An is very powerful.

Anle smiled gently: "Good morning, Miss Liuxiang."

Miss Liuxiang's pretty face turned red instantly and she hurriedly led the way.

"Isn't Mrs. Hua in the house?" Anle asked.

"The eldest lady went out early in the morning. The eldest lady has been very busy recently. She always comes back to the house very late and leaves the house early in the morning." Liu Xiang responded.

Anle nodded to make it clear.

The two went straight to the martial arts hall.

I met Lin Zhuifeng, Lin Qingyin and some young masters from the Lin Mansion.

It had been a long time since Anle had been able to recover from the anger of the years. When he saw these gentlemen, he suddenly felt clear-looking and showed gentle and approachable smiles.

The peace of mind of upgrading from three times a day to four times a day is full of confidence.

Then four strands were taken from each of the five young men, and these five young men were officially removed.

Afterwards, he started painting for the young masters, and Lin Qingyin obediently studied from behind.

Lin Zhuifeng had a fire stick on his waist and couldn't stop staring at Anle. She just loved looking at beautiful things.

In the evening, Anle finished painting and teaching Lin Qingyin, said goodbye and was about to leave.

Before leaving the house, there was a slim and graceful woman standing quietly in the distance. She was Ji Ying, the personal maid beside the old lady, whom she had met once before.

Seeing An Le, Ji Ying owed her money and said with a respectful smile: "Mr. An, do you have any free time?"

"The old lady invites you."

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