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

Anle had never learned to fight, but fighting is a human instinct.

The Five Animals Body Building Exercise allowed him to successfully open up his Qi and blood, and step into the first realm of martial arts. With the blessing of the Sword Dancer Dao Fruit, he easily defeated the experienced gang thugs with his umbrella as a sword.

For the first time, Anle saw the gap between ordinary people and practitioners.

He also truly understood why there is a saying that everything in the world is inferior, only practice is high.

The three wailing Jianghu gang thugs did not continue to insist in the face of Anle's inquiry.

They are not tough guys, and they will not insist on keeping Liu Qingyan's mouth shut. Liu Qingyan asked them to break the hands of the practitioners, which is no different from asking them to die? What obligation do they have to keep secrets?

Anle picked up the blood-stained oil-paper umbrella and looked at one of the Jianghu strongmen indifferently.

The strong man looked at Anle, endured the pain, and said: "It's Liu Qingyan, the painter Liu Qingyan!"

"He is jealous of your painting skills and hates you for taking away his chance to paint in the Lin Mansion, so let us break your hands!"

"Really, what we said is true! Sir, spare my life!"

The three strong men were full of fear.

The practitioners are all high and mighty, and they are like ordinary people who cannot practice, like clouds and mud. At this moment, they only have awe.

Painter Liu Qingyan?

Anle was stunned. He couldn't help but think of the scene of painting in Tianbo Waterside Pavilion yesterday. The old painter whose painting was called shit by the chasing wind girl?

Anle never thought that the painter was so vicious.

"Just because my painting is better than his and took away his chance to paint in the Lin Mansion, he wants to break my hands?"

Anle took a deep breath.

The spring rain fell finely, sprinkling on his face and skin, making him feel a bit of the coldness of human hearts.

Liu Qingyan is the mastermind, so these thugs are also unforgivable.

Anle didn't think of killing them. After all, he was a law-abiding person. However, he was familiar with Huang, so he could let Huang arrest them.

Attacking a scholar in the street was enough to send them to jail.

Suddenly.

Anle looked at the entrance of Jingjie. The spring rain was heavy and the clouds were low.

A timely spring rain made the sky dark and the day was like dusk.

At the entrance of Jingjie, a familiar carriage slowly drove in. The breeze blew, and the curtains of the carriage were undulating. The carriage was as luxurious as ever. The rain dripped along the eaves of the carriage, like an interwoven bead curtain.

This carriage...

Anle remembered that when he left Lin's house that day, he saw this carriage. There was a man sitting in the carriage. He was surrounded by the air of many years, dozens of strands, and was a real fat sheep.

At that time, Anle only thought that the other party was a nobleman in the mansion next door, and didn't care.

But now, the appearance of this carriage is somewhat meaningful.

The carriage stopped ten feet away from Anle. On the shaft, a burly driver wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat sat upright, holding the reins. The handsome horse was very well-behaved in his hands.

Anle's eyes fell on the driver of the carriage. The burly driver was like a small mountain, with a hidden blood and extremely suppressed qi. The spring raindrops falling from the sky twisted the line when they approached the driver.

Obviously, the driver's martial arts body training must be very high.

In Anle's eyes, the driver had just ten strands of age, not as much as Miss Zhuifeng or Fairy Yunrou, but in Anle's eyes, he was also a strong man.

The most important thing was the elegant man in the carriage, who gently lifted a corner of the curtain with his palm, and his playful and deep eyes, like the sun rising in the spring rain, scorched Anle.

At that moment, Anle felt as if the world had lost its color. The mental power that had just entered into a state of concentration and nurtured in his body was stagnant, and his blood was like the frozen rivers in the north, and it was difficult to circulate.

Just by meeting the gaze of the man in the carriage, he felt that his heart was grasped by a hand, and began to beat violently, and began to beat continuously, with a sound like a bell, spreading to every corner of his body, as if if it continued to beat like that, his heart would open a big hole like a war drum that was hammered!

The spring rain slid along Anle's cheek and condensed like silk from the tip of his chin.

He closed his eyes and forcibly blocked his gaze, but the man's gaze was still as scorching as the sun.

Anle imagined the picture of the sword waterfall, with a sword hanging from the sky, cutting through the blazing brilliance, and his mind recovered freely.

However, the beating of his heart was still difficult to control, and it was still beating violently, as if it was going to explode out of his chest.

Anle mobilized the power of his mind and wanted to control the situation of his body, but it was extremely difficult.

His legs began to tremble slightly, as if he couldn't help it. He knelt on the alley ground soaked by the spring rain, and bent his spine, which symbolized dignity.

But Anle knew that he couldn't kneel. Once he knelt, his heart of practice might be like a treasure covered with dust. It would be extremely difficult to sweep away the dust.

That day, Anle understood two gaps.

One is the gap between ordinary people and beginners.

The other is the gap between strong practitioners and weak practitioners. The distance between the latter...

is even more difficult to cross than the former.

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The long and flat lake connects to the distant sky, and the misty drizzle wets the light smoke.

The waterside pavilion with waves.

A spring rain makes the scenery of the waterside pavilion even more beautiful.

On the big pond, the ripples are round and round, and the poetic and picturesque artistic conception is like the blank space left after the painter splashes ink.

In the main hall of the waterside pavilion, Madam Hua was lying on her side on the couch. Her plump and graceful figure was like a ripe peach, showing her charm. On the stove, red charcoal was boiling water, and the boiling water was emitting misty hot steam.

Mrs. Hua was quietly reading "Knowledge and Practice" written by the great scholar of the academy. There was also a painting on the table, which was a sketch of a beauty painted by Mrs. Anle.

Her white fingers turned over the yellowed pages of the book. Suddenly, Mrs. Hua paused her fingertips and lowered her eyelids.

"There are not many neutral forces in the Great Zhao. The Lin family, the Zhong family, and the Ye family are the three major general families. But in the eyes of the Holy Lord, neutrality represents the unknown. The chips formed by the three major families are too heavy... enough to stir up the power of the temple."

"Now that the Holy Emperor's deadline is approaching, if he fails to take that unparalleled step, he will have to make a choice as the legitimate Crown Prince to look forward to the continuation of the dynasty. Therefore, for the Holy Emperor, neutrality is... full of unknown uneasiness, and Can not control."

Being neutral now does not mean being neutral in the future. The Lin family, the Zhong family and the Ye family are like mountains between the temples, enough to break the balance of any party.

"But with the Holy Spirit's intention in front of them, the nobles from all sides began to think about it and wanted to find out the attitudes of the three families."

"Now... even cats and dogs dare to show off their power in front of my Lin Mansion."

Mrs. Hua sighed softly.

Gently closing the book "Zhi Xing" in her hand, Mrs. Hua sat up, put her crystal feet down from the couch and stepped on the ground.

With Mrs. Hua's cultivation level, she could naturally sense what happened on the quiet street.

She didn't plan to take action at first, because she was surprised to find that Anle had successfully opened up his Qi and blood and entered the first level of martial arts body training.

What Anle faced was just two martial arts masters, not practitioners, and there was no threat to Anle.

Therefore, Madam Hua did not take action and just waited and watched.

But when the carriage appeared, the practitioners in the carriage used their power to oppress An Le, trying to bend An Le's back and destroy An Le's heart...

Mrs. Hua couldn’t stand it anymore.

Regardless of the painting, Mrs. Hua still admires this young man. Although he started practicing cultivation too late, he does not feel sorry for himself. His mentality is very good. He has been in trance for three moments and his energy and blood have been opened up overnight.

With this talent, Madam Hua really started to love talents. Naturally, she couldn't look at the admiring young man. Just as he embarked on the path of cultivation, his spirit was wiped out and his Taoist heart was dusted.

In addition, she also knew that Anle was in trouble because of the Lin Mansion, so she had a reason to take action.

The most important thing was that she couldn't stand the bullying of the person in the carriage.

Mrs. Hua stood up from the couch, stepping on the ground with her glittering feet, and walked to the railing of the main hall. She leaned against the railing with her graceful figure and watched the spring rain in the sky.

The spring rain is like oil, floating and falling.

The wind that rolled up through the hall kept blowing, causing the hot steam from the boiling hot water in the pot to tilt and overflow.

Looking at the spring rain in the sky.

Mrs. Hua stretched out her crystal white palm.

Facing the dusk sky, it's like reaching out to pick flowers.

Instantly!

The spring rain over the entire Tianbo Water Pavilion stopped abruptly, as if flowers were being picked one by one.

"A great practitioner who has passed through five realms, bullying a young man who has just started practicing, feels very accomplished? Then I will bully you too, and see if I can achieve something?"

Mrs. Hua murmured lightly.

After that, spread your hands.

Pick three thousand grains of spring rain and sprinkle the sword energy to break the blue clouds.

Just for the boy's sake.

Raindrops solidified like ice particles were pulled in mid-air like thin swords, whistling across the Tianbo Water Pavilion, the double-eaves Tianbo Tower, and the stone monument and jade square.

Heading towards the quiet street, the carriage was forcing the young man to bend over with boundless power.

A corner of the curtain raised by the carriage suddenly floated up, as if cut off by a sharp edge, and fell weakly to the water-logged ground, floating like duckweed on it.

In the carriage, there was a tall man with a normal expression.

Finally moved.

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