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

The flicker gives birth to residual light, and the layers are like cracked scars.

The sky wind cuts it into pieces, which are suspected to be immortal clothes.

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The sunset glow that burned all over the sky began to gradually fade and weaken, like the last stubborn flame in the late spring showers that washed away the world.

When it was completely doused and eliminated, the illuminated sky suddenly fell silent.

The cold rain, carrying the chill of late spring, fell on Catalpa Ping.

On the sixth mountain flat, the two figures sitting upright were already soaked by the rain.

The huge Sword Qi Bodhisattva disappeared, and the sword Qi of the Sixth Mountain was gathered back into the mountains, never to be seen again.

An act of defiance finally came to an end.

On the stone path of the Sixth Mountain, Li Youan and Hua Jiebing no longer paid attention to the increasing aura, and the strange Anle completely recovered from the weak state in three days.

The two broke through the rain, floated down the mountain, and landed on the large flat.

The heavy raindrops that were scattered all over the sky were distorted by the two people's Qi before they fell, and they did not water the two people sitting on the flat again.

The muscles on Zhao Huangting's furrowed face of the Imperial Ancestral Temple moved slightly, and then his eyes slowly opened, and the clarity between heaven and earth gradually appeared in his eyes.

It seems that he succeeded. Zhao Huangting showed a smile and suppressed the fire of Nirvana with his heart sword, snatched his life from the hands of the sky and extended some time.

Even Zhao Huangting felt uneasy. After all, how arrogant is it to fight against God for your life?

If God doesn't rain down the purple thunder and kill you, then you'll be fine.

Of course, the one who is under greater pressure is Master Suzhu. As the one who handed over the Heart Sword, he is the one who truly rebels against God. He will make God hate him. Even because of the divided Heart Sword, the soul will be extremely weak and his cultivation will be extremely weak. It will be suppressed to the lowest point in history.

Master Su Zhu's beautiful face was filled with a hint of paleness. Even with her great strength, it would be difficult to cover up this paleness.

"Master!"

Hua Jiebing opened the oil-paper umbrella and shielded Master Suzhu from the late spring icy rain falling from the sky.

The raindrops hit the umbrella surface, making a muffled sound, and then intertwined into a curtain of beads and continued to fall down, forming a large rain screen net.

Master Suzhu stood up gracefully, her snow-white monk's robes hanging lightly. The mountain mist in the rain lingered around her slender body, and the crystal soles of her feet seemed to be holding her body slightly in the air.

Zhao Huangting stood up, bowed deeply with his hands clasped in fists.

"Thank you Bodhisattva."

Thank you very much, sincerely.

After all, to use the Heart Sword to suppress the fire of Nirvana for him is to risk his life from God. For Buddhist practitioners who pay attention to cause and effect, it is to increase the cause and effect on themselves.

The soul's backlash and God's disgust are all trivial matters. The most important thing is that during this period, Master Suzhu will fall into unprecedented weakness, and even accidentally seduce the fire of his own nirvana.

Therefore, as a member of the royal family of the Zhao family, Zhao Huangting, who was proud to be able to call upon Master Suyi to take action, expressed his gratitude from the bottom of his heart.

If he hadn't competed for world friendship together when he was young, if he hadn't saved Hua Jiebing from Lin'an, Master Suzhu might not have been willing to pay the price to help him suppress the fire of Nirvana.

Master Suzhu's complexion was as frosty as snow, and he became more and more out of place and elegant.

She held the Buddha's seal with her hand and bowed in return.

"Suppressing the fire of Nirvana is an act against heaven. I will suppress it with the split sword of my heart. The longer I suppress it, the greater the torture will be on your soul. When the split sword is pulled out, the pain will be unprecedentedly severe... "

"Zhao Huangting, take care of yourself."

Master Su Zhu took a deep look at Zhao Huangting, with a sigh in his eyes.

Zhao Huangting, however, was quite free and easy: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. For the last big romance in life, the pain is nothing."

Master Su Zhu didn't say another word, and turned to look at Hua Jie Bing: "Jie Bing, it's time to go back to Ganye Temple. You should also train your eight-level heart sword to prepare for the final impact on the nine-level heart sword. ”

Hearing this, Hua Jiebing did not refuse this time.

She has left Lin'an, and her relationship with the Lin Mansion is almost over.

Moreover, she really should attack the Nine Realms.

The cultivation of the eighth realm made her feel her own shortcomings and many constraints.

"Master, I would like to return to Ganye Temple."

Hua Jiebing said respectfully.

"Separate the Heart Sword to suppress the fire of Nirvana. Master Suzhu will be very weak during this period. Only Ganye Temple is the safest."

"There are too many people in this world who want to get the Heart Sword. When the news that Zhao Huangting successfully suppressed the Fire of Nirvana spreads, there will definitely be many people who are about to die when they learn about Master Suzhu's weakness. It is inevitable that they will get a little upset. thought."

"There are two other great masters in Ganye Temple, plus the red python that protects the temple that has lived for thousands of years. It is the safest place."

Li Youan said.

Zhao Huangting laughed loudly: "Then you must underestimate this mother... Bodhisattva. Back then, when we traveled together in the world, she still had 33,000 black hairs and her beauty was bubbling, but there were so many people in the world who coveted her beauty. She was cruelly killed. Even though she was weak, the weaker she was, the more terrifying she was. Even if I wanted to break my head, I would never have imagined that this woman would become a Bodhisattva."

Master Suzhu looked at Zhao Huangting with a smile.

Zhao Huangting immediately shut up, covered his waist and groaned: "Well, now that the fire of Nirvana has been sealed, the feeling is different. My old bones are really old, and my waist will dodge even if I move it a little." Come on, boy An, do you have some wine? Let’s have a drink to strengthen our bones.”

Looking at Zhao Huangting who was shouting and leaving, Master Suzhu withdrew his gaze, his eyes as calm as water: "Although Zhao Huangting said that I am like a female devil, it does make sense. There is no need to worry."

"Besides, now I bear the wrath of God for Zhao Huangting's rebellion. Whoever gets the Heart Sword at this time will not use it to seek immortality, but as a talisman to seek death."

Li Youan nodded slightly, clasped his fists towards Master Suzhu, and then took a step forward. The wind and rain suddenly stopped, and he arrived at the foot of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, Zhao Huangting and Anle climbed up and sat together on the wet bluestone path covered with rain-beaten peach blossoms.

"I wonder what the old uncle has planned next?"

Li Youan stood in front of the two of them, thought for a while, sat on the stone path, and asked.

The rain fell in pitter-patter, but it was covered by Li Youan's energy, as if there was an invisible umbrella covering the falling raindrops.

Anle obviously did not bring any wine from Lin'an Mansion. Zhao Huangting sighed regretfully and said, "What are your plans? I crossed the Canglang River and went all the way north to the capital of Yuanmeng."

Anle turned around and saw that he still remembered that Senior Zhao had said that he would take him to meet Da Shuangli.

Li Youan smiled: "Go directly?"

Zhao Huangting stretched his body. After the fire of Nirvana was suppressed, his cultivation was not obvious, and he looked like a real old man.

"Just go to hell." Zhao Huangting rolled his eyes and said: "From here to the capital of Yuanmeng, it is eight thousand miles away. Across the Canglang River, it is the territory of Yuanmeng. Maybe we have not reached the capital of Yuanmeng. He was surrounded and beaten to death by Yuan Meng’s masters.”

"Out of Lin'an, there are rivers and lakes... The unsatisfactory guy in Xuan Palace that day may no longer care about my status as the emperor's uncle, and will hire experts to kill Anle at any cost. Of course, I still have face, and some people Maybe they would be happy to see me go north and test the depths of Emperor Yuan who has not taken action for hundreds of years, but some people who have a big hatred don't want me to be so happy. "

Li Youan narrowed his eyes: "Do you need me to escort you?"

Zhao Huangting shook his head: "It's not necessary. The escort will be waived. You were invited back by Hua Jiebing this time. You have been away from the upper reaches of the Canglang River for so long. The two possessed father and son in Xiliang Kingdom will never let such a good person go." The opportunity will definitely change."

"The father and son of the Xiliang Kingdom are definitely not good people. You have to keep an eye on them. They are not doing it for Zhao, but for the people of the several cities that the Xiliang Kingdom can affect..."

"Once the father and son of the Western Liang Kingdom break the city, they will definitely massacre it, and then the blood will flow like a river."

"Then I, Zhao Huangting, will become a sinner."

Hearing this, Li Youan's eyes narrowed: "Before I returned to Lin'an, I fought with the Prince of Western Liang, Gu Chenglin. That battle broke his demonic heart. He should not cause trouble in a short period of time."

"The situation in Xiliang is more complicated. The Yuanmeng army has already rushed towards Xiliang and is watching with eager eyes. The Gu family and his son do not dare to cross the Yangtze River at this time."

Li Youan said.

His eyes were shining: "And you won't go north immediately. You plan to take Anle to Sichuan Jianchi Palace first, and try again to attack Qingshan."

Zhao Huangting scratched his head and said with a smile: "I really can't hide it from you. I have two major regrets in my life. One regret is that I never had a good fight with Emperor Yuan, who is the best in the world. The second regret is that I can't Open up the front for Qingshan.”

"This is the fifth time I have gone to the Jianchi Palace in Sichuan. If I can no longer fight for Qingshan... I will accept my fate."

"Besides, I'll take Anle with me this time. With this kid's affinity with swords, he might be able to do it."

Zhao Huangting patted Anle's shoulder and said with a smile.

"Then I will escort you for a while, and I will leave when you reach Shuzhong. It just so happens that I have something to say to Anle during these days."

Li Youan said.

Zhao Huangting couldn't help but narrowed his eyes: "What do you want to say?"

The two of them were talking to each other, with peace and happiness caught in the middle. They only felt very uncomfortable, neither moving nor moving.

Especially at this moment, Zhao Huangting squinted his eyes, and suddenly there was an aura of pressure filling the air.

Li Youan was wearing a Confucian shirt and was sitting on the bluestone, but his waist was straight. Facing Zhao Huangting's squinting posture, he said indifferently: "Do you know that Anle has held the future sword energy of the Saint Master?"

"Looking at the future from the cliff, I can see a spark that will start a prairie fire."

As soon as the words fell.

The dark clouds in the dusk that were holding the spring rain seemed to have made a thunderous explosion, and the rapid lightning suddenly flashed behind the clouds, illuminating the world with a bright light!

Zhao Huangting's narrowed eyes suddenly widened.

"You have changed, Li Youan, you have changed."

Zhao Huangting took out a breath and said slowly.

Then his eyes widened and returned to their original state bit by bit, feeling a little unmotivated.

"That's all, I don't care about these nonsense, I can't control them either."

"However, if it is as you said, it is even more necessary to go to the Sword Lake Palace. If the sword is not sharpened, there will be no chance against Emperor Yuanmeng."

The old man sighed.

Li Youan stretched out his hand and caught a late spring raindrop. The raindrop floated in the palm of his hand, reflecting the brilliant light like a bright mirror.

"But it's still early. We need more people, important people, who can see and believe through the sword energy that this spark can really start a prairie fire. The current emperor of the Zhao family cannot twist the rope, but it is also difficult if he doesn't have the ability. Twist.”

Li Youan said softly.

An Le listened to the two people's words that seemed to be filled with Zen thoughts, and was confused. He seemed to understand, but he didn't understand, and he was too lazy to get involved in the conversation between the two.

He cast his gaze on Master Suzhu who was talking to Hua Jiebing on the terrace.

With a thought, he began to absorb the energy of time from Master Suzhu.

These days, he has been trying to absorb the age energy of these strong men. He has tried it with Li Youan and the Sixth Mountain Master. He has failed every time and succeeded. Unfortunately, all he has learned from the Sixth Mountain Master is just A wisp of white air of time.

As for Zhao Huangting and Suzhu Bodhisattva, because they were changing their lives against the will of heaven, Anle did not dare to try, for fear of causing any misfortune.

Now that the heaven-defying act is over, Anle naturally begins to take hold.

[Year Qi] The column beat violently and kept beating.

After a tug-of-war, a wisp of age drifted out like a feather pulled from the body of a phoenix.

The faint golden color emerged, lingering on Anle's fingertips, reflecting the golden brilliance.

Joy suddenly appeared in Anle's eyes.

The long-lost spirit of the golden years!

However, the environment was not right at the moment, and Anle did not immediately immerse himself in observing this rare golden age.

"Let's go, boy An."

Zhao Huangting stood up, patted the raindrops on his body, and said lazily.

"After staying in the Sixth Mountain for a few days, it's time for us to set off."

"You won the top spot in Lin'an. However, you were ranked seventh on the Little Saint Ranking because Zhao Xianyou retired. So overall, you have not improved your ranking, so it is best to be at the top of the Little Saint Ranking. I feel very confident when talking to the Saint Master.”

Zhao Huangting patted Anle on the shoulder.

Now he no longer has the slightest doubt about An Le's dialogue with the Holy Master.

The golden age energy absorbed from Master Suzhu penetrated into his body. Anle stood up and looked at Zhao Huangting in confusion: "I ruined the situation for the emperor of the Zhao family in front of Tianxuan Palace. Does this number one scholar... still count?"

Zhao Huangting couldn't help but smile when he heard this.

But they saw the Sixth Mountain Lord floating down from the mountain, carrying a pine sword box, and said: "When you became the leader of the civil and military examinations, in the eyes of the Holy Mountain, you were the number one scholar."

Then he crossed his arms and added coolly: "The Zhao family's court has already said it."

Master Suzhu and Hua Jiebing from Daping at the foot of the mountain were floating on the stone path.

Everyone met again on the stone path in the mountain full of peach blossoms. The rain fell in patter, hitting the peach blossoms on both sides, and the muddy water rolled up the peach blossoms and flowed down the mountain path.

"Anle, you can hold this Fengbo."

Hua Jiebing handed the broad golden-backed sword Ding Fengbao that he took from Tianxuan Palace under the eyes of the Zhao family emperor to Anle.

The sword is three feet long and has golden patterns on its back, as if there are ancient characters carved on it, and it contains special fluctuations.

The cold raindrops stained the blade and slid gently, leaving traces of water stains.

"Madam...this..."

Anle looked at the knife handed over by Mrs. Hua and hesitated. After all, for Mrs. Hua, this knife was of great significance.

"Go on, as far as I am concerned, when this sword was retrieved from Tianxuan Palace, the meaning contained in it has disappeared. The sword is here to kill people. If someone can control this sword well and reproduce the true meaning of the sword, , that is what is truly meaningful.”

Hua Jiebing said softly.

Everyone present said nothing, but looked at this second-grade gold-backed broad sword with a sigh of relief.

This Ding Feng Bo was first owned by the old lady of the Lin family, and the golden sword of Lin Wudi was Ding Feng Bo.

After the old grandfather died in the battle, the sword was inherited by Lin Dalang, and was later lost on the battlefield against Yuan Meng's army. Finally, the Zhao family's royal family retrieved it from Yuan Meng's army in some unknown way, and kept it in the magic treasure house.

"The man is dead, but the sword does not want to be covered in dust."

"I will go back to Ganye Temple with my master. When I break through the Nine Realms and refine the Nine Realms Heart Sword, I will go out again and kill Qin Lishi."

Hua Jiebing said seriously.

Hearing this, An Le no longer hesitated, stretched out his hand, and took the Ding Feng Bo from Hua Jie Bing's hand.

As soon as the knife was in hand, it was not as heavy as expected. Instead, the silent Qi and blood in his body seemed to surge up at this moment, like an angry dragon in the river being mobilized by the Qi of the knife, constantly roaring filial piety.

The second-grade sword is indeed very impressive.

However, after all, this was the first time I was holding a sword. Anle was extremely sensitive to swords due to his [Natural Swordsman] Tao Fruit, but his sword handling was nothing special. Apart from causing a surge of Qi and blood, there was nothing special about it.

Knives, like swords, both require cultivation.

There was no such thing as Anle holding the sword, causing the true meaning of the sword to emerge in the storm.

No one found it strange.

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain was indifferent to swords, but he was quite moved by this sword, because he saw some sword intent contained in the sword.

Raising his hand, sword energy suddenly spurted out from his fingertips, and a peach tree was cut down pitifully in an instant.

The sword energy danced continuously, and the peach tree finally turned into an ordinary peach wood scabbard, hanging in front of An Le.

"Knives, like swords, need to be maintained. Get a peach wood sheath to nourish and calm the storm."

The main road of the sixth mountain.

Ding Feng Bo was sheathed. After An Le thanked the Sixth Mountain Master, he put the sword on the right waist, Qingshan Mochi on the left waist, and Ding Feng Bo on the right. The spring breeze in white clothes filled his sleeves, which made him look a bit Jianghu. The demeanor of a scholar.

"gone."

Master Suzhu spoke.

This extremely beautiful master and apprentice, who looked like they had stepped out of a painting, put their palms together and bowed to everyone.

Countless spring rains turned into sword energy lotuses under their feet, holding up the master and apprentice, floating in the air, really like the Bodhisattva and Guanyin traveling in the world.

Anle clasped his hands into fists and made a long salute.

The Sixth Mountain Master nodded slightly, Li Youan and Zhao Huangting both clasped their fists.

"Take care of yourself."

Everyone spoke.

There is not much sadness of separation. For such strong people, apart from life and death, there is no permanent separation, only the thought of seeing and not seeing.

Master Hua Jiebing and Suzhu stopped staying, stepped on the sword energy lotus, tore through the rain curtain, and left in unparalleled splendor.

Between the mountain roads outside the Sixth Mountain.

The tens of thousands of troops arranged by the Emperor of the Zhao family raised their heads one after another.

The two generals from the second rank of Zhenguo and Fuguo, as well as the incomparably majestic Liu Guanshi of Shangzhu Kingdom who had just been transferred, all raised their heads and looked at the Bodhisattva and Guanyin who left in the sky. There was no movement at all. .

The generals of the Jinwu Guards on the left and right wanted to draw their swords, but when they saw the majestic Shangzhuguo and the two generals, they didn't make any movement, and they immediately let go of the hand holding the sword in embarrassment.

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The rain comes thinly and sparsely, even if it cannot be too much, it is not willing to have none.

At the foot of the Sixth Mountain.

A luxurious carriage parked quietly.

Fourth Master Lin was wearing a bamboo hat and a Confucian shirt, carrying a hatchet at his waist and a dark spear on his back, gently patting the cart-drawing horses bathed in the spring rain.

On the carriage shaft, Lin Zhuifeng was sitting cross-legged with a fire stick on his waist and a bamboo hat on his head.

In the carriage, Lin Qingyin opened the curtains from time to time and looked at the misty and rainy Sixth Mountain.

Suddenly, on the mountain road obscured by mist and rain, several figures slowly walked down.

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain carried a pine sword box on his back, and was accompanied by Fairy Yunrou holding an umbrella, followed by Li Youan, Zhao Huangting and An Le dressed in white.

Fourth Master Lin floated over and saw Zhao Huangting, whose aura was restrained and no longer burning with the flame of Nirvana, with a strange look in his eyes.

"The carriage is ready. Zhui Feng and Jiumei are going with you."

Fourth Master Lin said.

"I won't leave. I will live in Lanke Temple forever."

Hearing this, Zhao Huangting glanced at the carriage, smiled softly, and got into the car without saying anything.

Li Youan nodded towards Fourth Master Lin, and in one step he climbed into the sky and disappeared. However, his Qi lingered vaguely, and he could still protect the chariot all the way.

Anle bowed to the Sixth Mountain Master, Fairy Yunrou and Fourth Master Lin with his fists clasped.

"Walking around the rivers and lakes, seeing the romantic, the sword needs to be sharpened. When the seventh mountain is opened, I hope your sword can surprise me."

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain gave a rare gentle smile and said.

Peace and joy make a long bow.

Fourth Master Lin, carrying a hatchet at his waist, smiled and nodded.

A glass of wine with peach and plum spring breeze, and a light in the rainy night in the rivers and lakes for ten years.

See you later.

Anle turned around and got into the carriage.

Lin Zhuifeng wore a bamboo hat, pulled the reins, and the chariot began to drive slowly out of the mountain road.

Fourth Master Lin and the Sixth Mountain Master also ascended to the sky and disappeared into the sky.

The wheels grind through the mud on the mountain road.

The rainstorm became more violent.

At the intersection of the mountain road, thousands of people are covered with iron armor, and it is so dense and cold.

Liu Guanshi of Shangzhu State carried a long spear on his back and rode a bay-red horse. The horse neighed in the rain.

Beside him, the generals of Zhenguo and Fuguo are also riding their horses.

The two generals of the Jinwu Guard on the left and right squinted their eyes and saw a carriage swaying on the mountain road with the rain curtain hanging down.

coming!

The generals of the Jinwu Guards on the left and right narrowed their eyes.

The eyes of Liu Guanshi of Shangzhu Kingdom suddenly burst into light. He suddenly drew his sword and raised it, his voice tearing through the rainstorm.

"Draw the sword!"

There was a sharp shout, an explosion of sound, and countless raindrops shattered.

The armored soldiers behind him drew their swords one after another, and the cold light of the swords shot into the sky!

And in that rickety carriage.

Facing that majestic vitality.

An Le sat upright, his eyes condensed, his white clothes moved involuntarily, the energy and blood in his body began to surge slowly, the green mountain ink pool trembled slightly, and the sword chant followed his will.

But the old uncle stretched out his hand and pressed his shoulder, and the surging energy and blood in his body suddenly calmed down.

"I'll lend you a knife."

Zhao Huangting's eyes were a little complicated and he said softly.

An Le didn't say much, and took out his belt to calm the situation.

Zhao Huangting took hold of Ding Fengbo, stepped forward, and struck the hood of the luxurious chariot with a floating sword.

In an instant, a brilliant sword energy and supreme heroic spirit swept up from his body, crushing the wind and rain in the sky.

Shangzhu Guo Liu Guanshi, who was riding the horse, immediately got off his horse, and the two generals Zhenguo and Fuguo also followed, leaving only the two generals of the Jinwu Guard on the left and right with confused faces.

The three men were covered with armor and stood on the sides of the horses, standing in the rain, holding long swords at an angle.

The mighty Shangzhuguo suddenly inserted the knife in his hand on the ground.

"Send the Lin family a golden sword!"

"Send it to the old uncle!"

The heavy rain stopped instantly.

All the tens of thousands of armored soldiers followed suit and thrust their swords on the ground. Looking at the old man sitting on the chariot with a golden sword across his face, the thousands of armored soldiers and their stomachs clanged, and they roared in unison, sounding like a spring thunder behind the clouds.

"Send the Lin family a golden sword!"

"Send it to the old uncle!"

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