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

Thousands of people roared together, the roar shattered the rain curtain, and the cold raindrops were blown into gouache, fogging all the scenery on the mountain road.

The horse neighed in fright, and the expressions of the left and right Jinwu Guards generals sitting on the horse suddenly changed. They had never expected that such a situation would occur.

Weren't the generals of Shangzhu State, Zhen State, and Fu State dispatched to cooperate with them in order to capture this rebellious young man who dared to slash the palm of Emperor Zhao with a sword in the White Jade Square?

A man fell from being a proud scholar to a rebellious young man.

The carriage drove up and down. It was the carriage of the Lin family. On the carriage cover was an old man in plain clothes, holding a knife.

The sword energy spread out from the golden sword, and the wind and rain all over the mountain seemed to be stopped at this moment, no longer pouring into the world.

Liu Guanshi of Shangzhu Kingdom showed admiration on his face. As an official who had experienced the Great Zhao Nanqian War, he knew very well the price paid by the Lin family and the old uncle in front of him in that war.

The passing of five hundred years has brought about a passionate silence, but those once glorious deeds will not disappear, like thick history books, recording the blood-spraying past years.

Even though many people have been eroded by the prosperity of Lin'an, their energy has been drained away, and they have forgotten the grandeur and passion of the past.

But eventually someone will stick to the long-lost residual heat contained in the blood.

Liu Guanshi of Shangzhu Kingdom was such a person.

On the carriage, Mu Yu tilted, and the old imperial uncle Zhao Huangting added a vertical sword. He looked at Liu Guanshi, the Shangzhu Kingdom, who inserted the sword into the ground, raised his fist, and hit his chest, causing a splash of water.

A smile suddenly appeared on Zhao Huangting's lips.

I still remember that back then, Liu Guanshi was still a young official with hairy lips on the southward migration ship. In the blink of an eye, he had become the commander-in-chief of the Shangzhu Kingdom with meritorious deeds.

It's a pity that today's Da Zhao has no bloody spirit at all.

An existence like Liu Guanshi can only be silenced by his blood and buried in his glory.

Some of the tens of thousands of armored soldiers behind him did not actually recognize Zhao Huangting, who had been silent for five hundred years, but they recognized the Lin Mansion's carriage, and how could a soldier not have heard of the Lin Mansion's loyal and brave deeds.

And with the example of Liu Guanshi of Shangzhu Kingdom, these soldiers felt the residual warmth of their blood surging inexplicably.

The army of ten thousand people moved sideways and gave way to a dense, empty road washed by heavy rain.

The rickety Lin Mansion carriage drove on this main road, and slowly disappeared in the continuous rain under the salute of countless armored soldiers beating their chests.

They were watching the departure of Legend, and they were also watching the last passion of Zhao wither.

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Lin'an Mansion.

In the imperial city shrouded in rain.

In the imperial study room.

The cup filled with wine was slammed to the ground and shattered into pieces. The rich and aura-filled wine poured over the ground and steamed up.

"I asked him to arrest people, not to release them!"

When the Emperor of the Zhao family learned about the situation outside the Sixth Mountain, his anger spread like thick ink dripping into a clear pool of water.

Tong Diao Si was dressed in a purple robe and stood quietly in the corner of the imperial study room, silent. At this time, it was best for him not to speak.

After a long time.

The Emperor of the Zhao family calmed down and sat on the chair again. After thinking for a long time, he picked up his pen and started writing on the white paper.

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The carriage was bumping constantly, but An Le's heart was surging inside the carriage.

Looking at the deafening roar, Anle, who was originally prepared for a battle, found that things were not going in a bad direction.

The old emperor uncle held a sword and sat on the top of the carriage. He asked the thousands of people to abandon their swords and step aside to give them a smooth road.

Anle's thoughts are full of mixed emotions.

Zhao's army was not without blood, but what they lacked was a medium to ignite their blood.

Those dignitaries nestled in Lin'an have long been worn away by bone-eroding ecstasy, the medium that ignites their blood. Naturally, the blood of the soldiers can only return to silence.

Zhao was able to rely on the Canglang River to withstand the attacks of the Yuanmeng Empire for five hundred years. It did not rely on any natural moat, nor did it rely on the royal family of Zhao. It relied on the passion of every person on the battlefield of the Canglang River. of soldiers.

The old uncle returned to the carriage and handed Ding Fengbo to An Le with half interest. He leaned against the carriage, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Anle sheathed Ding Feng Bo and said nothing. The carriage was quiet except for the faint sound of rain hitting the car cover.

Lin Qingyin was originally a very quiet girl, but when faced with An Le, who was now her teacher, she was naturally well-behaved and quiet.

I was respectful to the old uncle from the bottom of my heart, so I didn't say anything.

Anle didn't say anything, he just rubbed the handle of Ding Fengbo with his palm, and it seemed that he could still feel the aftermath of the sword energy surging in the long sword.

Finally, the tens of thousands of troops behind him could no longer be seen.

Only the horses were left pulling the chariot, racing in the heavy rain. The wheels rolled over the puddles, splashing water into a curved surface.

I don't know how far they had traveled, but Lin Zhuifeng rode his horse in a domineering manner, and the reins kept beating, perhaps venting all the frustration he felt in Lin'an.

Suddenly, Lin Zhuifeng pulled the reins, and the horse raised its front hooves high, splashing mud and water.

Anle, who was sitting in the carriage, slowly opened his eyes.

"I'm seeing you as an old friend, so let's go see him."

"Maybe we won't see each other next time."

In the carriage, the old uncle sighed and said to Anle.

Hearing the words, Anle nodded, stood up and lifted the car curtain, and walked out in white clothes, Qingshan Mochi on his waist, and Ding Fengbo hidden in a peach wood sheath.

There is a long pavilion on the side of the mountain road in the distance.

The long pavilion on the ancient road creates a farewell atmosphere.

A figure whose whole body seemed to be exuding haze, like a figure who was banished from heaven to the world, stood in the pavilion, looking at the rain in the sky, in a daze.

The man is extremely handsome, with a fairy air, wearing a robe with wide sleeves and carrying two wine bottles.

When Anle stepped into the pavilion, Zhao Jiufang withdrew his gaze.

"Fortunately, I rushed faster. If I had been slower, I wouldn't have been able to catch up. This pavilion is the farthest distance I can walk."

Zhao Jiu said with a smile.

Then, he handed a wine pot to An Le. The pot was filled with old rice wine from Yan Chunli.

The two of them clinked wine bottles under the pavilion and began to drink.

Zhao Jiu didn't say much, as if he came here just to have a drink with An Le.

A pot of turbid wine can bring joy to meet each other, but it can also hurt separation.

Zhao Jiu waved his hands like this when saying goodbye, his clothes were swaying, and he walked in the continuous rain, twisting the rain in the sky, and drifted away like an immortal.

In the carriage, Zhao Huangting looked at the handsome Zhao Xianyou and couldn't help but sigh.

As a bird in a cage, Fang is the most miserable person.

The royal family was ruthless, but they never thought that the shameful emperor in Tianxuan Palace could be so ruthless.

When he thought of this, the old uncle's eyes became more and more sad, as if he had some feelings about the spark that Li Youan said.

If there was a fire, it could burn everything and start all over again...

That seems pretty good.

The chariot continued to drive, this time without any obstruction, swaying against the wind and rain, and disappeared on the official road.

In the carriage, Zhao Huangting smacked his lips and drank the old rice wine from Yanchunli sent by Zhao Xianyou. The cold wine went into his throat, but it made the old man extremely enjoyable and intoxicated.

"Ordinary wine is better than the drunken clouds in the palace." Zhao Huangting smiled with emotion. Anle did not take back the wine pot, so he gave the wine to the old uncle for drinking.

Zhao Huangting was not polite. On the way, he probably didn't have many opportunities to drink, so he took one sip at a time.

"Senior, are we going to Shuzhong?"

Lin Qingyin seemed to know something and said softly and elegantly.

Zhao Huangting took a sip of wine and said, "Did the fourth son of the Lin family tell you? Have you ever heard of Jianchi Palace in Sichuan? That's where we are going on this trip."

Lin Qingyin smiled softly when she heard this: "In addition to the imperial dynasty, Middle-earth has had many rivers and lakes forces since ancient times. These rivers and lakes forces have carried the inheritance of Middle-earth for thousands of years and are deeply rooted. Even the Yuanmeng who now occupy the vast territory of Middle-earth to the north of the Canglang River The emperor also acquiesces to the existence of these forces."

"The Jianchi Palace in the middle of Shu, the three Buddhist temples, the Taoist Zhenwu and the Celestial Master, the demon tribe Kunpeng Mountain, the Star Reaching Sect controlled by the peerless national master of Dali Kingdom, and the Hell Palace that is now established as the state religion of the Western Liang Kingdom... …”

"These are the rivers and lakes forces that have spanned the land of Middle-earth and have been passed down for a long time. Even if dynasties change and wind and rain hit, they all remain standing."

After all, Lin Qingyin is a direct descendant of the Lin family, so her knowledge and knowledge are naturally extraordinary, far beyond the comfort and happiness of becoming a monk halfway.

Just as he was about to observe the happiness of the golden years drawn from Master Suzhu, he suddenly opened his eyes and listened curiously.

Zhao Huangting squinted his eyes and admired it very much: "Jianghu, Jianghu, without temple, is Jianghu... In fact, temple can also be called Jianghu, but it is just a more elegant name."

"Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes."

"The Sword Pool Palace in Sichuan has a long history. Although it was almost interrupted, the inheritance has been passed down until now. It is naturally a good place and it is now a famous sword-making place in the world."

"The green mountains need to be explored, and the Jianchi Palace must be visited."

Zhao Huangting said, looking at Anle by the way, with a very solemn expression: "There is a holy place in Jianchi Palace called Jianchi Lake. It is a supreme treasure for sword cultivators in the world. This is what I will take you to this time. One of the purposes.”

"The foundation of a practitioner is very important. I have high expectations for you. I hope that one day you can break through the ten realms that block the steps of countless practitioners and realize the true freedom and romance between heaven and earth."

Zhao Huangting's words were filled with emotion.

He saw the reflection of his youth in Anle. Because of this, Zhao Huangting wanted to cultivate Anle and lay a good foundation for Anle.

An Le couldn't help but be moved. He didn't expect that the old uncle had such high expectations for him.

"Since you can win Qingshan's favor, I naturally have to raise my expectations for you."

Zhao Huangting took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "If Qingshan can open an attack, the meaning is completely different. It is the key to breaking through the ten realms. In my life, I have gone to Jianchi Palace four times, but I can't open an attack for Qingshan." Yes, I know, I am not destined, but now is the fifth time, I will take you to Shu."

"The only person in this world who can give Qingshan an edge is Jianchi Palace."

"If you fail to make a breakthrough this time, then you will have to enter Sichuan by yourself."

Zhao Huangting's words made Anle silent.

"Boss An, you are now at the fourth level. You are about to touch the fifth level and attack the sixth level. Today I will talk to you about the spiritual and physical training after the sixth level."

Outside the car, the rain hit the hood and the car was covered with rain and fog.

In the carriage, Zhao Huangting found a lazy posture and said softly.

An Le looked serious and sat upright. Lin Qingyin also became serious, with a solemn face. Even Lin Zhuifeng, who was driving on the shaft of the car, pricked up his ears.

"After the five realms, there are five more realms, which is the overall realm of cultivation in the world."

"The five realms of refining the gods are Zuowang, and the next four realms are...Xiaju, Xiaoyao, Shenyou, and Xiantai."

"The tenth state of God Refining is called Nirvana. It is a state that all cultivators in the world dream of but cannot achieve."

After Zhao Huangting finished speaking, he took a sip of wine and said.

"The five realms from the innate to the later stages of physical training are: Guanqi Sea, Moving Blood Mountain, God's Appearance, and Absolute Summit."

"The tenth level of body training is a land immortal."

"The ten realms of divine and physical training are complementary to each other. Why did the emperor who unified the world want to coordinate the cultivation so that all talented practitioners in the world would choose to practice together with spiritual training?"

"That's because after reaching the Sixth Realm, the mutually reinforcing effects will be much greater. If you practice the Shenxia Jue, you can greatly increase the possibility of tempering your body to enter the Sixth Realm."

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"Of course, it is not ruled out that there are people who are extremely talented and evil. They can cultivate the gods or the body to the tenth level alone. It is difficult for such a person to appear in thousands of years. One thing is certain. The two complement each other and steadily reach the double nine. Realm, if you accumulate enough, it will be easier to break through the tenth realm.”

When Zhao Huangting was in high spirits, he couldn't help but take a sip of wine, only to find that there was not much wine left in the pot, and he couldn't help but feel very upset.

This was the first time that Anle knew about the realms behind him. The former Madam Hua lit a green lantern on his path of practice and told him the first five realms after he set foot in practice.

Now, the old uncle Zhao Huangting continues to light up the lights to let him understand the mystery of the last five realms.

"Your sudden explosion in White Jade Square that day was a bit similar to the 'divine presence' in the eighth level of physical training. However, the explosion was higher, stronger, and invincible. That feeling of spirit will help you in your subsequent training. "Physical practice."

Zhao Huangting looked at Anle and said.

The old man knew that Anle should have a secret of his own. At least this method, which was similar to the divine presence, probably could not come from Qingshan. He had held the Qingshan sword for five hundred years, so he could figure it out.

However, this is not important. The more Anle has his own secret, the happier the old man will be.

The carriage swayed.

In the carriage, a charcoal stove heats up hot water and warms the surrounding area.

While drinking, the old man leisurely talked about some mysteries of the five realms after the five realms, as well as the issues that should be paid attention to, etc.

The young people in the carriage were all listening carefully.

The carriage broke through the wind and rain and moved forward.

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Above the sea of ​​clouds, the stars are shining brightly.

Li Youan carried his hands behind his back, hunting in Confucian shirt, and walked with a wisp of sword energy.

It seems that he is also listening to the teachings and support of the young people from the elders in this chariot, and a smile can't help but appear on the corners of his lips.

However, his smile quickly faded, and he raised his hand and knocked lightly in front of him.

The starlight converges into a thousand swords.

The next moment, the sword light swept out and slashed towards the void hidden in the distance.

Suddenly there were muffled sounds in the void, and many strong men hiding in it had never thought that Li Youan was so domineering. They just peeked, and they were about to be slashed by the sword energy.

Therefore, all these snooping strong men retreated.

Li Youan sat in the void, his face returned to coldness, but his heart was not at all dull. The emperor of the Zhao family... really showed no mercy.

Although he and Zhao Huangting said that the Xiliang Kingdom did not need to worry, in fact, the longer Li Youan delayed, the more unpredictable the changes in the possessed father and son in the Xiliang Kingdom would be.

"However, after being escorted to the middle of Shu, I don't need to worry about the rest of the journey. The old emperor's uncle was able to enter Sichuan four times and break into Jianchi Lake without being killed. He certainly has his confidence."

Li Youan exhaled, as if he thought of something, and smiled knowingly.

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Under dusk clouds.

The chariot is speeding.

An Le sat cross-legged, the car was quiet, and the old imperial uncle had already fallen asleep. Lin Qingyin covered him with a thin blanket, then lit a candle in the car, picked up a drawing board and held a charcoal pen to practice sketching.

She didn't disturb An Le. When she saw An Le's eyes closed and his body's energy, blood and heart energy surged, she knew that An Le was practicing.

However, the happiness at this moment is not really practicing.

His mind was heavy.

A touch of golden age energy suddenly rose in front of his eyes.

It is a precious ray of golden age drawn from the peerless female Bodhisattva who seems to have stepped out of the painting.

At this moment, in the dead of night, there is only the sound of the carriage moving forward slowly.

Anle no longer hesitates, looking at the charm from the years.

The energy of time blooms golden, like a pillar of incense burning, and the birds flutter, distorting the scene in front of you.

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The sky and earth are dark, and the birds are sobbing.

The city bleeds.

An Le's eyes tightened, and he saw a stunning woman in white clothes dyed with blood red neon clothes, walking barefoot from the bleeding city and from the endless corpses.

After the blood cloak, a hundred ghosts walk at night.

One step withers a black hair, thirty-three thousand steps.

Let go of worries.

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