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

The misty smoke is floating, the cool late spring breeze is blowing, and the pink plum blossoms all over the mountains and plains are falling into the heart.

The buildings of the liberal arts college with white walls and black tiles are shrouded in the mountain mist, like a freehand painting of mountain dwellings with splashes of ink. Beyond the white jade archway of the liberal arts college at the foot of the mountain, through the deep path, tender flowers fall to the ground on both sides, stacked on the bluestone road. A landscape like a flower canal.

In a thatched hut hidden among a few banana plants, birds were blowing the green smoke from the charcoal stove.

Under the gate of the thatched cottage.

A yellow pear wood chessboard, with a few black and white chess pieces dotted on the criss-crossing network.

Two old figures in Confucian shirts sat opposite each other, talking with their hands.

Suddenly, an invisible wave of air swept over, causing several chess pieces on the chessboard to jump involuntarily and shift slightly.

The two old men who were making moves immediately stopped their impulse to make moves.

The two of them raised their heads, looking through the foothills with their deep eyes, as if they saw the heroic old man standing above the city gate, tearing open the city defense formation and making it difficult to close the hole.

In one step, three thousand soldiers were broken through armor, showing his domineering and heroic spirit!

Suddenly, the two of them seemed to have seen the moment when the old man was young and full of enthusiasm, raising his sword to kill Emperor Yuan Meng.

Looking at the flames that seemed to be boiling and burning in the endless sunset in the perception of the two souls.

Long sighs came from the two people's mouths.

That is the fire of Nirvana.

Once it is turned on, it means that the countdown to the end has begun and the end of life is about to begin.

Even if the end of the world is approaching for a strong person in the Nine Realms, he can still rely on his strong mind and body to maintain the vitality in his body. Even if decay bites him from all directions like gangrene attached to his bones, he can still stubbornly survive for several years in the world.

However, if you completely let go of the suppressed essence of your mind and body, and use powerful force to erase the decay like gangrene attached to your bones, your energy and spirit will return to its peak, reaching an extremely majestic level.

The decay that can be erased does not really disappear, and the power gained from returning to the light is like a flash in the pan after all.

The process of erasing the rotten gangrene attached to the bones will give rise to the fire of Nirvana.

"Nirvana...is a hope."

"The fire of Nirvana in the Nine Realms is hope and despair."

Master Zhu Huoxi held up a white seed and sighed.

The third wife, Wang Banshan, looked at the chessboard in shock. He had a better relationship with Zhao Huangting. The two had had a good rapport since they were young, and they had shared an unparalleled life together, and they had been very proud of each other in the capital and Lin'an.

But in the end, it is no match for the power of time.

"Aren't you going to take a look?"

The doctor looked at the third wife.

"I won't go, no face."

Sanfuzi grabbed a handful of black chess pieces, scattered them on the chessboard, and moved the chess pieces away with one finger on the chessboard.

"When Pang Ji returns, I plan to resign as the Third Master of the Academy of Literature."

Wang Banshan said.

"What happened today is quite ridiculous. If I were not a master and did not take the position of the Academy, I would definitely take action. However, because of my status, I did not take action, and my heart is full of dust."

"Besides, I have been clamoring for reforms in the Academy of Arts, but I know that in Da Zhao, changes are difficult to achieve."

The octogenarian stood up, stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, and looked at the banana tree outside the thatched cottage.

Fatigue flashed in his eyes: "Da Zhao and the Wenyuan are almost tied together. The Wenyuan is like a place that supplies talents to Zhao, but the temples of Da Zhao and the huge Lin'an are like a big dyeing vat. Training When good talents enter, they become colorful.”

"I may still have some interest in learning, but I have lost the most essential character of a scholar."

"Over the years, as a liberal arts master, I may have contracted some problems and become less pure."

"So, the sword energy that the Saint Master left behind in the human world is born. This world may undergo some changes that are not in accordance with the convention. I plan to go out and take a look."

"Zhao Huangting ignited the fire of Nirvana without hesitation. His freedom and wantonness made me a little envious, and also made me a little enlightened."

The third wife, Wang Banshan, said with a smile, with a bit of freedom in his voice.

"Yes, the liberal arts academy is no longer the liberal arts academy it once was."

Master Zhu Huoxi murmured, and then he stood up. He walked to Wang Banshan's side. The two old men looked at the plantains in the yard together. They could see the sky above the plantains, reflecting the thousands of miles of sunset burning with the fire of Nirvana. The scenery is like a sunset trying its best to leave the best part in the world.

"Which peak in the southwest is the sunset, and the broken clouds wipe out the remaining red for thousands of miles."

"The Jie Pavilion above is leaning on the railing. I want to use up the afterglow and shy away from the evening breeze."

The doctor chanted softly.

The third wife stroked her beard and smiled.

"It's beautiful."

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Over Lin'an Mansion, the sunset travels thousands of miles.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it is clear and clear, without any abnormalities.

However, in the eyes of practitioners who have cultivated the soul, there seems to be a ball of flame burning in the sky at this moment, and the burning light reflects the glow of the sky!

The flames burned from the heroic old man who retreated three thousand armor, burning out from every inch of skin and flesh.

The old man of the Imperial Ancestral Temple, his plain clothes fluttering, was full of pride at this moment. The aura on his body kept rising, overwhelming so many people. Even Li Youan's brilliant star sword that crossed the sky above Lin'an Mansion was dimmed.

The old man's waist is straight, like a green bamboo cutting towards the sky. He is dressed in plain clothes and looking sideways at the world, laughing and cursing the world.

With one step, even the army of three thousand Imperial Guards and Jinwu Guards fell apart and collapsed thousands of miles away.

The will of the two ancestors who had stood up from Phoenix Mountain to stop him were directly crushed by him. Several of the ever-burning lamps in the imperial tomb on Phoenix Mountain were extinguished.

Zhao Huangtinghao was angry with thousands of people, but he was the most energetic.

He looked at Li You'an, An Le and Hua Jie Bing who were sitting on the Star Sword, and said with a smile: "Leave the city, I'll stop anyone who dares to come..."

"Now I am very happy and free. I will kill anyone who comes."

"If you are not afraid of death, just come."

"Let's see if I can kill people with my old bones that have ignited Nirvana and returned to their peak."

The words trembled in the sky above Lin'an Mansion and splashed into everyone's heart.

With just one step, Tong Diao Si and the left and right generals of the Jinwu Guards were shocked to the point of bleeding, and they did not dare to pursue him at all.

Especially Tong Diao Temple, both are in the ninth realm...how can the gap be so big?

However, at this moment, Zhao Huangting should be regarded as the strongest at the top of the Nine Realms. No one in the Nine Realms can compete with him.

This is a cultivator who burns the fire of Nirvana and has reached the pinnacle of spirit, energy and spirit.

A man whose life is as short as a flash in the pan.

Who dares to stop Lin'an in such a big way?

Who can stop it? !

Starlight crushed the mortal world, and the sword slowly passed by. Between the burning sunset and the brilliant starlight, the sword that stretched over Lin'an slowly floated out of Lin'an under the gaze of everyone.

On the sword, a young man with a face as pale as paper and dark eyes quietly stared at this huge city that was as prosperous as a dream.

The mountains in the city, the water in the city, the people in the city, everything is imprinted in the depths of Tong Kong.

Anle let out a breath.

When leaving Taimiao Lane, stepped onto Qingbo Street and walked towards the Imperial City.

He had a vague hunch that he might have to say goodbye to Lin'an today.

But when the time came to say goodbye, he was inexplicably heartbroken after all.

However, he knew that he would eventually return to this city.

Everyone stared blankly at the sword bathed in starlight, carrying Hua Jiebing, Li Youan, and the young man who created a new legend on the imperial city!

The emperor of the Zhao family was sitting in the Tianxuan Palace. Darkness obscured his figure. Only one pair of eyes penetrated the haze, watching the sword carrying Hua Jiebing and the young man out of Lin'an.

No one stops, no one stops.

The whole city was silent.

When the star-studded sword disappeared completely in the sky above Lin'an Mansion, the tension in many people's hearts suddenly relaxed.

The emperor of the Zhao family leaned back on the throne and slowly closed his eyes.

Zhao Huangting looked at the silence in the city, and no one stood up to stop him. He suddenly lost interest and let out a boring breath. With just one breath, a hurricane filled the city.

"It's boring."

The old man said something indifferently, then turned around and walked out of Lin'an Mansion.

The great light curtains that soared into the sky to protect the city suddenly overlapped together, isolating the city and the outside, and finally completely separating this turbulent storm.

On the imperial street.

The three thousand silver-armored imperial guards and the golden-armored Jinwu guards, who had been overwhelmed by one person, looked at each other. At this time, they didn't know whether to pursue or not.

Tong Diao Si was wearing a purple robe, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, dropped his hands to his waist, turned around silently, and walked slowly towards the imperial city.

General Jinwu Guards on the left and right also wanted to lead the team back to the palace, but the two looked at each other and finally sighed and led the team towards the outside of the city. After the city defense formation retreated, they pursued it symbolically. This is their duty.

Although there is not much hope of catching up, and I don’t dare to catch up, I still have to look the way I should.

Over the Imperial City.

A figure quickly fell down, and finally floated an inch above the city defense formation.

The noble robes of Duke Wang were constantly fluttering in the high-altitude wind and waves.

Mrs. Yu has an expressionless face and holds a dragon-headed cane. Although she is an old woman, she has the domineering and majestic look of an old general who is expanding territory.

In the battle between Prince Wang and Mrs. Yu, he didn't get any benefits at all.

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Further up in the sea of ​​clouds.

The majestic mind blocked the terrifying knife like a cliff, and the sea of ​​exploding clouds kept turning sideways and stacked, as if the chi dragon hidden in it was being whipped and rolled over.

Di Zang put on a bronze mask to cover the tattoos on his face, his hair was flying, and his eyes under the mask were glowing with bloodthirsty red light.

At this moment, Di Zang was a peerless martial artist, with terrifying energy and blood contained in his body. Every drop of blood had the power to penetrate mountains.

"Di Zang, there is no need for you and me to continue fighting."

"it's over."

Pang Ji, the second wife, said seriously.

However, Di Zang didn't listen at all. He held the first-grade Zhaozu Dragon-Slaying Sword and kept slashing out with terrifying sword energy that could tear apart the sea of ​​clouds.

Pang Ji was helpless, his face trembled slightly, his clothes were hunting, and the mental cliff in front of him disappeared.

He grabbed the terrifying sword energy with his bare hands.

He took a step back with his legs and feet, rolled up his long sleeves, and grasped the sword energy. His body was like a top above the sea of ​​clouds, spinning continuously, and he could only hear a series of muffled sounds above the sea of ​​clouds.

The sky is clear and blue.

But there seemed to be spring thunder bursts without warning.

When the old man in Yunhai stood still, the sword energy disappeared, but the old man's sleeves were full of sword energy, which kept moving and thundering.

Di Zang sheathed his sword, took off his bronze mask and pinned it to his waist, and said no more words.

He just looked at his second wife Pang Ji indifferently.

"The nature of the Academy of Literature has changed. You three masters are just talking nonsense if you want to take that half-step to become a sage in the world and stick to the current Academy of Literature."

"Of the three thousand Confucian scholars in the Academy of Arts, not one of them is able to gather in Haoran. The only one who has gathered in Haoran is not admitted to the Academy of Arts. Tell me, is it ridiculous?"

Di Zang shook his head.

Pang Ji, the second wife, sighed: "The big tree has its roots in the soil and has grown for a long time. The roots and vines have long been intertwined like a big net. It is not easy to move it away."

Di Zang smiled disdainfully and kicked his feet in the air. In an instant, the clouds exploded, and his figure disappeared into the sky like a cannonball.

Only sarcasm lingered in the sky.

"No matter how much you say, it's just an excuse. If you have enough strength, you can pull down a giant tree!"

Wu Kui has left, but Master is still standing in the sky.

Pang Ji, the second wife, sighed as he watched Di Zang leave gracefully and return to the martial arts temple.

The sleeves full of sword energy exploded instantly, and the sleeves of the Confucian shirt were cut into pieces.

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The starry sword stretched across the sky, went straight for three hundred miles, and fell towards the peaks and green mountains that towered straight into the sky.

In the pavilion halfway up the mountain, the misty mountain fog has been cut away.

The calm was broken.

On the large platform, the stars dispersed, and Li Youan stood with his hands behind his back, his sword disappearing without a trace.

The breeze blows slowly, blowing the peach blossoms on the mountain.

Hua Jiebing and An Leju stood on the large flat in the mountains, bathing in the spring breeze lingering in the mountains. An Le's pale complexion seemed to relax a lot.

This is the sixth mountain, and Anle knows it.

On the stone path on the mountain, two figures slowly walked down. They were the stern Master of the Sixth Mountain and the veiled Fairy Yunrou.

An Le wore Qingshan and Mochi on his waist, and bowed with his fists towards the Lord of the Sixth Mountain who appeared.

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain looked at An Le, with an uncontrollable expression of admiration in his eyes: "Facing the turbulent situation, with a fearless attitude, hold up the sword, cut away the wind and waves in front of you, and create a bright world."

"After this time, you may soon be able to form a sword heart."

The praise from the Sixth Mountain Master made Anle smile shyly: "Mountain Master, that's ridiculous. It's just that Madam Hua was kind to me. She gave me a precious practice method and lit a green lantern for me on the path of practice. This is to protect me." The kindness of Tao should be repaid with springs."

The cold-blooded Lord of the Sixth Mountain smiled again, as if he was like a melted iceberg in front of An Le: "You are different. In that situation, if you dare to draw your sword, that's not bad."

Fairy Yunrou looked sideways frequently, always feeling that the mountain master was very different from usual, and he had not smiled at her for several years.

The Sixth Mountain Master ignored Fairy Yunrou and focused his gaze on the green mountain around Anle's waist.

"You chopped off the hand of the Emperor of the Zhao family and broke the Yuan Shen Formation on the White Jade Square... You borrowed the power of Qingshan, right?"

The Sixth Mountain Lord’s eyes sparkled.

Li Youan and Hua Jiebing also looked at it curiously.

It can make the Anle who has cultivated in the four realms burst out with power comparable to that of the nine realms in an instant, although the power at that moment seems to be a replica of Zhao Huangting who held the sword to kill Emperor Yuanmeng.

That heroic spirit, that boldness, it's so similar.

But it is enough to show how terrifying the mystery in Qingshan is.

Anle thought for a while but did not speak. The existence of the Time Dao Fruit [Haoqi Yin] was naturally impossible to explain to them, so he kept silent.

However, in Anle's view, the heroic arrogance caused by the heroic spirit was indeed a replica of Zhao Huangting's highlight moment of killing Emperor Yuanmeng.

Unfortunately, after this wave, he didn't know how long it would take to accumulate the power of [Hao Qi Yin] to perfection.

An Le didn't explain it, but Li Youan and the Sixth Mountain Master knew the mystery of Qingshan sword and didn't find it strange.

"Although that power is quite impressive, your cultivation level is really low. The inner alchemy is exhausted, the soul falls into deep sleep, and there are cracks on the sword furnace..."

"You have to take a good rest and nourish yourself."

Li Youan said.

Anle nodded, not too worried on his face, because, just for a moment, the ancient scriptures he visualized from the green mountain began to automatically repair the cracks on the sword furnace, and the soul was like a sweet spring. .

In the inner alchemy, the five animals also began to wake up, as if everything was coming back to life after a winter snow.

There is even a vague feeling in Anle that after returning to full strength, it is possible to go further whether it is spiritual training or physical training.

The only pity is that, with the help of the heroic spirit of [Heroic Entrainment], [Fearless Mind] was never triggered.

Suddenly, Anle thought of the old man from the Imperial Ancestral Temple who was so heroic on the tower of Lin'an Mansion and held up the city defense formation. The burning fire of Nirvana changed the color of the sky and the earth and changed the celestial phenomena, just like a real land god.

But the majestic aura and the burning fire of Nirvana made him feel a little cold amid the scorching heat.

Like the heroic spirit rising into the sky after returning to the light.

For a moment, Anle's heart couldn't help but trembled, and he hurriedly asked: "Where is Senior Zhao Huangting? Are you okay?"

When the Sixth Mountain Master and Li Youan heard this, they both raised their heads and looked into the distance, where they could vaguely see the light of fire rising into the sky and the sky full of glow.

That was the direction Zhao Huangting was heading to.

There, there is also a Sword Qi Bodhisattva.

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Outside Lin'an Mansion, between the mountains.

The Buddha's light began to disappear gradually.

The Sword Qi Bodhisattva is holding flowers, and Master Suzhu seems to have stepped out of the painting, emitting a hazy white light, intertwining his mind and heart, like a dream.

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The Holy Monk Crossing the Sea took back his golden bowl and cassock "Innocent Lotus Clothes" with an expressionless face, and the conflict between the two gradually began to subside.

"Amitabha."

"The storm has settled, it's time for the poor monk to leave."

The Holy Monk Crossing the Sea said softly. He stood up from his posture and took a step in his black and white cloth shoes.

However, the Thousand-Eyed Sword Qi Bodhisattva opened his eyes one after another, and the sword light struck the void.

Master Suzhu pointed at the flower and chuckled: "Don't worry, Zhao Huangting has reached Nirvana and is coming here. You can discuss it with him."

The holy monk crossing the sea looked dull, put his palms together, and recited a Buddha's name.

Then the golden Buddha beads in his hand were suddenly thrown out and exploded in the air without any concern. Countless Buddha lights burst out and turned into a huge Buddha's Dharma form, which opened the Sword Qi Bodhisattva.

The sea-crossing saint monk of Lianhua Temple carried the Buddha on his shoulders, recited Amitabha Buddha in succession, and fled as fast as he could fly.

After the sea crossing saint monk left.

A ball of flames swept over. Zhao Huangting, dressed in plain clothes, fell down with a bamboo stick. The blazing fire swept across, burning everything in the world.

"Ran?"

Zhao Huangting asked.

"He ran away carrying the Buddha on his shoulders." Master Suzhu said softly.

"Damn, this bald guy... Crossing the sea is really useless, not fun at all." Zhao Huangting was just about to curse when he remembered that the female Bodhisattva in front of him had also shaved off all 33,000 worries, and his tone suddenly changed.

Master Suzhu looked at him with a smile.

Zhao Huangting hurriedly put the bamboo stick into the creaking nest and clasped his palms together, extremely pious.

"Bodhisattva, help me."

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