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

The melodious sound of the bell gradually spread out, like a giant whale in the deep sea about to fall, making its last sad cry to the world.

The bell rang thirty-six times, and swords were hung all over the city!

In Jinguan City, the drizzle was as soft as butter, pouring down densely, staining one sword after another that was hung up by the inexplicable aura. The water flowed along the tip of the sword, like the sword was crying.

All the people in the city, whether they were peddlers, merchants, literati, singing girls, prostitutes, or those practitioners in Jinguan City who flew up with swords, looked at this strange phenomenon that shocked the whole city with great awe.

This situation of swords hanging all over the city has never appeared in Jinguan City, even in the records of ancient books, there is no such thing.

The sword tomb rang for a long time, and all the swords in the city were hung, as if they were watching the dead swords and making their final farewell.

What happened in Jianchi Palace, and who was the person who struck this sword bell that had been around for a long time?

Many people were curious about the person who could ring the bell thirty-six times.

Facing the sword bell, being able to ring the bell represents the fate with the sword, and ringing thirty-six times... what does it mean?

Even the common people and practitioners living in Jinguan City could hardly imagine what the thirty-six rings meant.

Even the old sword saint who protected the Sword Pond Palace for a long time only rang the bell thirty-five times!

But the one who rang such a bell wave, could it be that he has the potential to become a new generation of sword saint? !

In the Sword Pond Palace.

It was quiet, and everyone looked silently in the direction of the Sword Pond Lake, feeling the bell sound that had disappeared but still seemed to echo in their ears.

What kind of person could ring such a bell?

The disciples of the Sword Pond Palace were all filled with endless curiosity, because this person created not only a legend, but also broke the unprecedented record of the Sword Pond Palace.

If the bell rings eighteen times, Jianchi Palace will forge a second-grade sword for him.

Now, this person has directly rung the bell thirty-six times, doubling the number. Such a person... I'm afraid he will definitely become a guest of honor at Jianchi Palace!

He may even provoke the sword-making master to forge a first-grade sword for him!

In front of Jianchi Lake.

The breeze is gentle, carrying cold water vapor.

Anle stood in front of the cracked stone platform, sweating all over, and the sweat soaked his white clothes.

He gasped heavily, and every inch of his flesh and blood seemed to be trembling, like soft rain falling on his body, and was directly evaporated into misty hot air by the boiling blood.

Anle's mind and body felt unprecedented fatigue, as if he had exhausted all his strength and all his mind.

Compared with when he used [Heroic Qi Yin] to swing his sword in front of Tianxuan Palace in Lin'an Prefecture and smashed the Yuanshen formation that covered the entire white jade square, he was even more tired and exhausted.

Even though Anle's cultivation level had reached the double fifth realm, the fatigue still surged out irresistibly.

Of course, Anle was not worried at all. He knew that this was the situation left by the Tongshen Sword Body after it exchanged its spirit with this ancient sword bell and the sword tomb where many swords were buried.

Ringing the bell thirty-six times depends not only on fate.

It is also an exchange of divinity between the Tongshen Sword Body and the dying sword souls of the dead swords.

Anle sat down on the stone platform, raised his hand and gently patted the sword bell that had become extremely hot due to the continuous vibration of the bell wave.

A ray of innate qi surged out of the inner elixir, and in the Niwan Palace between the eyebrows, a little rosy light rose behind the Yuanshen!

The body forging stepped into the fifth realm, and was surrounded by the innate qi. The soul refining also stepped into the fifth realm and forgot, and the rosy light of forgot was born behind it.

When the palm touched the sword bell, it seemed that the sword souls of the dead swords had all returned and gathered in this sword bell.

Each sword has its own story and soul.

Even if they are dead, they still leave traces of time.

Anle stood up and looked at the sword bell that fell on the stone platform again. At this moment, he seemed to have an invisible connection with the ancient bell.

If possible, he could even move the sword bell easily.

He smiled and turned to walk down the stone platform.

His whole body was filled with steam, as if the clouds were filled with mist.

The white clothes became dry, and the Qingshan ink pool fell on his waist. The ink pool experienced the baptism of the sword bell this time, and the impurities on the sword body seemed to have faded a lot.

This sword reached the fifth grade because it absorbed the air of calligraphy and ink. Under the baptism of thirty-six bell waves, it was directly upgraded.

From the fifth-grade sword, it was upgraded to the fourth-grade sword.

The air of calligraphy and ink in the sword has not increased. After all, Anle has not painted or written poems in these days, and has few literary and artistic activities, so he has not cultivated and nurtured this sword.

However, the upgrade of the sword's rank this time was not due to the aura of the ink, but due to the changes in the sword itself. The impurities in the sword body were washed away by the bell wave, and the sword's soul was derived from the sword. This is the key to Mo Chi's promotion to the fourth rank. Qingshan was washed by the bell wave, but the rank did not improve. But Anle could feel that the connection between him and Qingshan was getting closer and closer. He even vaguely saw that the clouds in front of the mountain were swept away by the bell wave, revealing a mountain road shrouded in clouds and mist. As long as he set foot on this road, he could climb Qingshan and complete the ancient scripture. Anle, whose sweat was evaporated, had flying hair and was refreshed. At this moment, it was as if a sword fairy walked out from the side of the sword bell.

Everyone's eyes fell on the young man who created the miracle of Jianchi Palace.

The bell rings thirty-six, which is incredible!

Su Muzhe's eyes were shining with excitement. She now believed what Zhao Huangting said that Anle could bring hope to Jianchi Palace.

Zhao Huangting's eyes were full of relief, and there was a smug smile on his lips.

Beside him was the shirtless Wan Jie Liu. Wan Jie Liu looked directly at An Le, full of excitement.

In addition, on the bluestone road, the disciples of Jianchi Palace, who were originally in the mood to ring the bell, all looked at them with enthusiasm, excitement, and awe.

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Thirty-six times after the bell rings, you will see the Sword Immortal!

The young man at this moment is the sword fairy in their hearts!

Even Lu Shisan, who was shocked by Zhong Bo and vomited blood, clenched his fists, his face full of excitement, without the slightest hint of dissatisfaction or dissatisfaction.

He only rang the sword bell fifteen times. Compared with the thirty-six times of the magnificent young man in front of him, he was a scumbag.

But what does it matter?

I will have no regrets if I can listen to the thirty-six ringings of the sword bell in this life!

What's more, Lu Shisan also benefited greatly from Zhong Bo's baptism.

The practitioners on the Star List of Dali Kingdom also looked at Anle in surprise. As those who were sent by the Dali Imperial Master to the Jianchi Palace all year round, they knew very well how difficult it was to ring the sword bell, and how many times it was necessary to ring it. The sound is even harder.

Even Lu Ziwei, who ranks first on the Star List, only knocked seventeen times.

Lu Ziwei's eyes trembled slightly. At this moment, she was very curious about this young man who looked like a sword fairy. When did such a figure appear in the Great Zhao Dynasty?

But he saw the handsome young man walking towards him like a swordsman, and his eyes fell on the second prince Zhao Pei.

Anle didn't recognize Zhao Pei, but he could vaguely guess his identity.

Wearing fine clothes, he is full of pampering and the nobility of being in a high position.

Zhao Huangting once told him that there was a second prince who was practicing in the Tianshi Mansion and ranked second on the list of minor saints, second only to Zhao Xianyou, a genius of the Zhao family.

Now, it should be referring to the person in front of me.

When he was in Jiangling Mansion City before, the old Taoist who took action came from Tianshi Mansion, and Anle guessed that the second prince should have appeared.

"Second Prince, it's your turn to ring the bell, please."

An Le's white clothes were billowing, her sleeves were full of breeze, her hair was flying, her eyes fell on the second prince, and she spoke calmly.

For a moment, everyone's eyes swept over and fell on the second prince, Zhao Pei.

Earlier, they also saw this man in rich clothes, casually jumping in line and climbing onto the stone platform, trying to ring the bell before the young man.

As a result, he was thrown off the stone platform by the Tianlong momentum burst out from the young man.

At this moment, the young man has finished ringing the bell. Logically speaking, it is indeed this man's turn.

Zhao Pei's face was cold and calm, and the golden sand between his brows was slightly cracked. Although it was still being repaired, this meant that the connection between him and the Purple Qi Golden Lotus had been weakened a lot, and he had to spend time cultivating it. Only then can the connection between the Purple Qi Golden Lotus and itself be restored to a close relationship.

As for going on stage and ringing the bell…

It is absolutely impossible for Zhao Pei to ring the sword bell at this time.

To go on stage at this moment is to humiliate yourself.

Even if he had the Purple Qi Golden Lotus, he could not guarantee that he could ring the bell eighteen times, let alone, there was a despairing record of thirty-six times of peace and happiness ahead.

He was demoralized by An Le's invincible power, and his connection with the Purple Qi Golden Lotus was shattered by the continuous bell waves...

At this time, he would not stupidly go on stage to ring the bell.

The second prince, Zhao Peihua, dressed in hunting clothes, took a deep look at Anle, turned around and walked away without any movement, heading towards the direction of King Jiangling and Zhenren Li of the Tianshi Mansion who were holding umbrellas in the distance.

In the eyes of many people, his back looks like he is running away.

But no one laughed at Zhao Pei. At this time, who dared to ring the sword bell?

The aftermath and shock of the thirty-six bells were beyond their ability to bear.

In fact, for at least the next month, no one will dare to climb the stone platform to ring the sword bell. Asking for trouble is one thing, but respecting the record is another.

Streams of sword energy galloped in, and the strong men in Jianchi Palace were all approaching. The swordsmiths who had walked out of the house also strode over, wanting to see the creator of Jianchi Palace. Miracle figures.

Many disciples of Jianchi Palace held their swords and saluted, and they were extremely shocked. These great practitioners of Jianchi Palace, who were rarely seen on weekdays, actually came out of seclusion and appeared at this moment.

When the silver-haired old man with sword energy came through the air, even Su Muzhe, the master of Jianchi Palace, had to bow with his sword in hand to show respect.

"I've met Master Wang!"

Everyone performed the ceremony one after another.

Even Zhao Huangting put aside his wantonness and held his fists in a salute.

After all, the person who came was Wang Yansheng, the most qualified swordsmith in Jianchi Palace and also known as the best swordsmith in the world.

The King of Jiangling holding the umbrella looked solemn and bowed slightly.

However, the old swordsmith looked down upon him and did not even look at him for a moment.

King Jiangling's expression remained as usual.

But the real person of Tianshi Mansion and the second prince Zhao Pei could not help but frown.

"He is Wang Yansheng."

King Jiangling said softly.

The brows of Zhao Pei and Li Qingchuan, the real person of Tianshi Mansion, instantly relaxed.

The old man walked along the bluestone road and glanced over. His eyes fell on Zhao Huangting first: "The fire of Nirvana is one of the three disasters in the ten realms. You ignited the fire of Nirvana, but suppressed it with the Heart Sword of Ganye Temple. It seems that I am still unwilling to extend my life a little bit."

Zhao Huangting said with a smile: "There is no immortality in this world, so there is no difference between life and death, but I just want a quick gain."

The old swordsmith nodded: "It's very good. It looks free and easy, which is better than many people who will use any means when the deadline is approaching."

"That's ridiculous, Zhao is just a common man."

Zhao Huangting said.

The old swordsmith smiled: "However, you, a common man, brought a big surprise to Jianchi Palace today."

When Zhao Huangting heard this, he immediately grinned, with a lot of pride on his face.

"Qingshan will never choose the wrong person, and I, Zhao Huangting, will never make a mistake."

The old swordsmith's eyes moved and fell on the Sword Pool Lake that was divided into two in the distance.

His soul could feel the gaze in the Jianchi Lake that seemed to change the color of the world, and a smile couldn't help but appear on his lips.

The old man cupped his fists and bowed.

Seeing the old swordsmith's action, Wan Jieliu, who had been following the old swordsmith for many years, reacted instantly, his expression changed slightly, and he immediately cupped his fists and held the gift.

Su Muzhe, as well as many swordsmiths and great practitioners in Jianchi Palace, all changed their expressions and without hesitation, they all bowed as a gift.

An Le couldn't help but turn around and look around. The green mountains and ink pond around his waist were shaking uncontrollably, and there seemed to be a majestic sword intention surging between the sky and the earth.

It was like a peerless divine blade was slowly being unsheathed.

In Jianchi Lake, an old man dressed in casual linen clothes, with white hair reaching his waist and a white beard reaching his waist, strolled out slowly.

The ancestor of Jianchi Palace, the old sword master who set foot in the realm of land immortals!

As soon as the Sword Master appeared, everyone's swords began to tremble uncontrollably, including Anle Qingshan.

At this moment, everyone's heart was racing, feeling unexpected but also taking it for granted.

The surprise was because no one expected that this old sword master, who had not shown his face for hundreds of years, would just walk out of Jianchi Lake like this. Even if he beat Zhao Huangting, the old sword master only relied on a wisp of energy.

But today, the old sword master accompanied Zhong Bo's remaining twilight, slashed open the Jianchi Lake, and walked out of the spring rain.

Su Muzhe was extremely excited and pursed his red lips. As long as the old sword master was still there, the Jianchi Palace would be extremely stable, and the forces and powerful people coveting from all sides would not dare to make any changes.

The old man walked step by step, the sword energy between heaven and earth gradually extinguished, like an ordinary old man in sackcloth, strolling over.

The old swordsmith Wang Yansheng bowed to the old sword master again.

The old sword master smiled, raised his hand and gently said: "At this age, there is no need to care about these false gifts."

The old swordsmith smiled softly: "I never thought that I would invite all of you out today."

"The Sword Bell has not rang thirty for six hundred years. Today it rings thirty-six. How can I not come out and take a look? If I continue to sit at the bottom of the lake, it is disrespectful to the sword tomb and to the sword. That's disrespectful." The old swordsman smiled, and then his eyes fell on Anle, who was dressed in white.

The old sword master's gaze did not give Anle any sense of oppression, but instead gave him a sense of comfort like a spring breeze.

"The relationship between man and the sword is the key for sword practitioners to overcome confusion and find their way out."

"When you set foot on Jianchi Lake, I didn't think you could ring the bell thirty-six times, but you gave me an unexpected surprise."

"I'm not surprised that I came to see you."

There seemed to be sword energy in the old man's eyes, and his whole person seemed to be condensed with sword energy. A strong gust of wind could make the old man in front of him ride the wind back.

Anle felt that the body of the Tongshen Sword was trembling slightly, as if there was nothing to hide from the old man's gaze.

The old sword master took one step and appeared next to An Le. He raised his hand and gently touched An Le's eyebrows.

In the sword furnace between the eyebrows, the sonorous mental sword energy calmed down one after another.

"The fate between you and the sword, and the fate between you and me, is all in these two strands of sword energy. This is what you deserve for ringing the bell thirty-six times."

"I hope these two rays of sword energy can be of help to you."

"From now on, Jianchi Lake will be on your side. As long as you are worthy of the sword, Jianchi Lake...will be worthy of you."

The old sword master's voice was ethereal but extremely soft.

The next moment, there were two rays of majestic sword energy surging, one ray entered the Niwan Palace in the center of the eyebrow, and the other ray suddenly appeared around the Dantian inner elixir.

The Tongshen Sword seemed to be cheering for joy, absorbing the special artistic conception and power contained in the sword energy bit by bit.

On the other side, everyone on the lawn was shocked by the old sword master's words.

Su Muzhe and other people in Jianchi Palace were extremely horrified. The words of the old sword master... were of great significance. They were equivalent to acknowledging Anle's position in Jianchi Palace. Jianchi Palace would do its best to bind Anle.

Even Zhao Huangting twitched his eyebrows and was extremely surprised. This old sword master...couldn't he have seen something?

How could he be so determined to bet Jianchi Palace on Anle?

"An era is coming to an end, and the future belongs to new people."

"You should firmly hold on to the sword in your heart, and the sword will not let you down."

The old sword master said with a gentle smile.

He patted Anle on the shoulder and spoke earnestly.

An Le came back to consciousness bit by bit from the two majestic and shocking sword energy, suppressed the urge to study the two sword energy, cupped his fists and bowed: "Thank you, senior."

far away.

The King of Jiangling, Li Qingchuan of the Tianshi Mansion, and the second prince Zhao Pei also listened to the words of the old sword master.

The second prince Zhao Pei couldn't help but frown.

After thinking for a while, he took a step forward, the golden sand between his eyebrows released a slight glow, and a purple golden lotus bloomed behind his back.

"Zhao Pei, the second prince of the Great Zhao Dynasty, has met the old sword master Pei."

The second prince Zhao Pei faced the old sword master, cupped his fists and bowed his mouth.

There was respect in his voice, but the purpose was undoubtedly to show his presence.

However, no one paid any attention to him.

The spring breeze was blowing gently, the spring rain was falling lightly, and the world was quiet. He awkwardly maintained the gesture of holding his fists in a bow, neither pulling them in nor pulling them in.

However, what soon pleased him was that the old sword master seemed to glance at him and spoke lightly.

"The Purple Qi Golden Lotus is good."

The joy on the second prince's face faded little by little, and he vaguely seemed to smell something wrong in his words.

What is the Purple Qi Golden Lotus? It's good. Is it possible that the old sword master still wants to pick it away?

The second prince's expression changed slightly, and the air around him seemed to become cold, as if there were countless swords pointed at him, making the hair on his body stand on end.

He maintained his posture of clasping his fists and bowing, not daring to move.

But in his heart, he already wanted to turn around and run away.

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