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

The carriage has been standing quietly in the spring rain since it stopped, without any movement. The driver on the carriage seemed to have stopped breathing, and did not disturb the man in the carriage at all.

Even though the high-ranking man in the car, with his powerful cultivation and unparalleled mind, oppressed this young man who was full of longing and had just entered the world of spiritual practice, the driver was indifferent and unmoved.

However, when a corner of the curtain of the carriage was suddenly cut off, and the thin curtain fell on the carriage, was beaten to the ground by the drizzle, and rolled around by the water in the gap, the coachman's eyes suddenly flashed. shrink.

A chill made the driver, whose body and blood were as hot as an oven, feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave. No matter how strong his blood was, he could not withstand the cold at all.

Then, the coachman suddenly raised his head, his face under the bamboo hat was slapped mercilessly by the spring rain, and the shock in his pupils reflected the sword energy that came from the depths of the quiet street, picked three thousand grains of spring rain, and transformed into it.

It looks like a silver waterfall flowing down.

The driver didn't dare to move. The powerful energy and blood bred in every inch of the meridians were all solidified at this moment, and could not even flow.

Every grain of sword energy transformed by the spring rain contains enough sharpness and power to penetrate him!

This is the unparalleled means of a god-refining master who can soar through the sky, hold a spring thunder in his hand, and split the dark clouds of dusk rain!

Snapped!

A ray of spring rain turned into sword energy, passing lightly from his upturned face.

The bamboo hat immediately split into two and exploded to both sides. It was vaguely visible that the coachman's body was trembling slightly and unnoticeably. Goosebumps appeared on every inch of the skin, and the chill was entangled.

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far away.

An Le tried his best to resist the pressure of the man in the carriage. When the first spring rain came with sword energy, he felt the oppression and restraint of his body disappear.

Like the mountains moving, the rain-soaked chest rose and fell slightly, but Anle's eyes became brighter and brighter, with a hint of unwillingness and sternness in them.

I am eighteen this year, and I stand like a slave.

In front of the real strong practitioners, he was too weak, and his complacency in practicing cultivation disappeared at this moment.

Today's oppression almost made Dao's heart dusty, but it aroused the hidden anger and fighting spirit in Anle's heart.

He wants to go higher and further on the path of spiritual practice step by step.

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Inside the carriage.

Mr. Luo was moved for the first time. Looking at the sword energy transformed by three thousand spring rains swept by a waterfall, a haze enveloped his heart. He calmed down his momentum and returned his mind to the carriage.

A ray of sword energy split open the coachman's bamboo hat, shredded the carriage curtain, and floated towards the carriage.

In the carriage, a man was sitting upright, with a small sword floating in front of him that was still stained with blood. The small sword could not help but hum softly, resounding in the quiet street, blasting the spring rain around the carriage!

The man pursed his thin lips, and finally reached forward with his palm, colliding the suspended sword with the sword energy.

The sword energy dissipated, and the man's small sword also lost its divine light and fell back into the man's arms.

The man tried his best, but he could only offset the ray of sword energy coming from the opponent's hand!

And there is a whole piece of sword energy like this!

The sky in the alleys was covered, and three thousand grains of spring rain turned into sword waterfalls!

"The flower of the Lin family dissolves the ice, the sword of the heart and the jade Guanyin..."

The man murmured.

The next moment, he finally couldn't help it. Facing the sword waterfall covering the sky above the quiet street, he couldn't calm down or remain indifferent.

The ceiling of the luxurious carriage suddenly exploded, and the man's figure floated up from it. However, the three thousand spring rain came pouring down, and it seemed to turn into a shocking rainstorm with electric tail burning black clouds, and rain feet flying silver streaks!

The man stood up suddenly and fell back into the carriage, his face as moved as earth.

Three thousand grains of spring rain fell.

Every drop of rain fell from the sky like a sword blade, and the white rain fell on the carriage wall like a chess piece. The carriage wall shattered inch by inch and fell on the table inside the carriage, turning the table into powder.

However, this spring rain like a knife falling on the man's face is really like the spring rain like oil, without any sharpness, and even with a kind of gentleness that nourishes all things.

But the carriage that had already been turned into pieces, and Mr. Luo, who was sitting on the ground where the rain was mixed with the nearly shattered wreckage of the carriage, understood that the other party did not kill him, but planted a seed of fear in his heart.

Three thousand grains of spring rain watered this seed of fear, and it slowly took root and sprouted.

The coachman was still sitting on the shaft of the carriage, but the carriage behind him was shattered into pieces, leaving only Mr. Luo sitting on the ground in a very embarrassed state, mixed with mud.

Mr. Luo slowly raised his head and looked at Anle.

He did not expect that Lin Fuhua Jie Bing... would actually take action for this young man in such a big way.

He oppressed the young man and wanted to make him bend his back.

Hua Jiebing turned the spring rain into a sword and planted the seeds of fear in his heart.

This young man just painted a picture for you Hua Jiebing. As for this... pampering and protecting your shortcomings? !

Mr. Luo's body trembled slightly, his throat tightened, and he had the urge to cry. However, he quickly adjusted his mind, climbed up from the ground in a panic, and looked at Anle with a complicated expression.

Then, he looked in the direction of the Lin Mansion, clasped his fists in a bow, and bowed deeply, like a student bowing to his teacher: "Madam, please calm down, this matter has gone too far in Luo."

"It's understandable that you do things for Qin Qianqiu and test the Lin Mansion, but bullying a young man who has just started practicing has become a joke to you, Luo Qingchen, who has been practicing all these years. Is the academy teaching you these shameless behaviors? "

"get out."

A misty voice came suddenly, lingering in the streets.

Mr. Luo clasped his fists and looked at Anle with a smile like a warm spring breeze: "Little brother, I am so offended. I wanted to test my limits, but I never thought that I would offend my wife. I hope you won't take it to heart." "It's a mess today. Luo will come to apologize in person someday."

An Le looked coldly at the apologetic man with a warm smile, as if everything that forced him to bend his back just now was just a joke.

This apology is insincere.

Anle took a deep breath, put a smile on her face, and cupped her fists in return to Mr. Luo.

"Brother Luo, right? It doesn't matter. Today, Brother Luo allowed An to see a real battle between cultivators, and he understood the truth that there are people outside the world, and there is heaven outside the world. I will practice seriously and learn from Mrs. Hua. I hope to ask Brother Luo for advice in the future. I can also make Brother Luo enjoy himself as much as he does today.”

Mr. Luo smiled warmly, he looked like a fearless young man full of high spirits.

"Okay, I'm always waiting for you."

The two of them were smiling like flowers, as if they were close friends.

But beneath each other's smiles, there are hidden thoughts.

An Le smiled brightly and took two wisps of time energy at Mr. Luo.

Although Mr. Luo's cultivation is very strong, Anle doesn't feel like Mrs. Duihua, who is so weak after absorbing the energy of time that she can no longer absorb it.

Two wisps of time energy came into his account, and Anle's smile faded a bit. He turned to look at the coachman in the distance and nodded in greeting. By the way, he absorbed two wisps of time energy in succession, not sparing any of them.

Bang bang bang!

There was the sound of treading water, and at the entrance of the quiet street in the distance, there were policemen in official uniforms, with knives at their waists, lining up.

"Mr. Luo."

When the detectives arrived, they clasped their fists at Mr. Luo.

"Catch the two thugs who attacked the emperor, question the people behind the scenes, and make my little brother An vent his anger."

Mr. Luo said calmly.

"As you command!"

The leader of the catchers shouted loudly, and then the catchers drew their knives and swarmed up, taking into custody the three gangsters who had been frightened by the power of the powerful practitioners.

Anle looked at these well-prepared detectives calmly and said nothing.

He nodded towards Mr. Luo, picked up the oil-paper umbrella, shook off the blood stains on it, opened the umbrella to block the falling spring rain, turned around and walked towards the Lin Mansion.

Mr. Luo stood quietly in the rain, the rain on his body had long evaporated, and his white clothes were dust-free. He looked at An Le's back holding an umbrella and leaving, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

He could feel that there was a tiger hidden in the young man's chest, and his heart was full of energy.

But so what?

So what if he is angry, he hates, and he is unwilling?

The gap between Luo Qingchen and the boy was like the stars in the sky and the dust and stones on the ground. There was no comparison.

Moreover, the young man's enlightenment is so late that his bones have already been formed. If he misses the opportunity to build a foundation, he will definitely have difficulties in the future. Therefore, he has a tiger in his chest, but the young man does not have the capital to release the tiger.

With a faint smile, Mr. Luo turned around and walked in the other direction outside the quiet street.

"Mr. Luo, what do you think of this thug?"

The Yamen detective respectfully inquired about Mr. Luo's background.

However, Mr. Luo had no interest in responding.

The driver led the horse and walked over with an expressionless face and a hoarse voice: "Assaulting a person, attacking a practitioner, is a capital offense."

The head catcher suddenly understood.

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After passing through the stone stele and jade square that awed the powerful, and arriving at the door of Lin Mansion, Anle calmed down, closed his oil-paper umbrella, shook off the water stains, and knocked on the copper door knocker.

This time, Mrs. Hua came to help, and Anle was very grateful. He should personally come to thank Mrs. Hua.

The vermilion door opened, and Lin Zhuifeng's heroic face came into view.

When Lin Zhuifeng saw the door, he was as happy as a drowned rat, and a stern look flashed in his eyes. Those who tested the Lin Mansion were going to more and more extreme methods.

She also knew about Anle's situation. As soon as Madam Hua took action, Lin Zhuifeng sensed it and learned some of the truth from Madam Hua. Therefore, Lin Zhuifeng looked at Anle who had been implicated with a bit of resentment in his eyes. Also a bit apologetic.

"Mr. An, please come in. The eldest lady is waiting for you at the waterside pavilion."

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