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

The spring rain stopped and no more beads fell. The dusk clouds that had just blown away rolled back again, covering the sunset that had just fallen on the world for a moment.

The wind blowing in the air became bit biting.

Liu Qingyan died?

When Anle heard the news, he was still stunned for a moment and frowned slightly.

"Liu Qingyan was decapitated with a sword. He had no power to resist. His body lay across the long street, and his blood dyed the bluestone red."

Huang Xian, the head catcher, sighed.

He and Anle looked at each other, and both of them could actually guess who killed Liu Qingyan.

An Le nodded, indicating that he already knew that Liu Qingyan would be dead if he died. If he was not dead, An Le might still seek justice from him.

"In addition, in addition to Liu Qingyan, the three gang thugs he raised who attacked you are also dead."

Huang Xian said: "They were taken away by the Yamen policemen and executed on the spot at Caishikou."

Anle pursed her lips, feeling a little dazed, and her body felt slightly cold.

It's not that he sympathizes with the dead Liu Qingyan and the three thugs, but the sentimentality towards the fragility of life that emerges from deep in his heart.

It turns out that death... can be so simple and understated.

Luo Qingchen, a cultivator, may have a disregard for life beyond his imagination.

In other words, this is how this world works. Practitioners are high above, overlooking the weak and mortals, and can cut off the lives of the weak and mortals at will like weeds on the roadside.

Anle is naturally considered a weak person now. Without the protection of the Lin Mansion, he might die as powerless as Liu Qingyan and the three thugs.

Exhaling a breath, Anle's desire to become stronger grew stronger.

At least, he had to become so strong that Luo Qingchen, and even the Qin Mansion behind him, could not trample him to death like an ant at will, then he could feel at ease.

Huang Captou obviously noticed An Le's mood and invited An Le to a restaurant, certainly not a luxurious restaurant like Zuilong Pavilion.

After ordering some food and wine, and a portion of hot rice wine, the two began to eat and drink.

After drinking a sip of warm rice wine and eating a sip of pork head meat, Huang Xian looked at An Le and said with a smile: "Mr. An... he has never killed anyone, right?"

Anle took a sip of rice wine. The wine was quite rough, but it tasted good and contained some flavor.

"I have never been killed. I have been studying since I was a child. After passing the imperial examination, I came to An'an. On the way, I was robbed by bandits. The guards ran away. I was unarmed. I couldn't kill the thieves, so I was beaten up." Anle laughed at himself: "That should be me. The closest I got to killing someone, even if I was attacked before, I never had the intention of killing anyone."

Huang Captou drank a drink with An Le and nodded: "Normally, the young master has a good heart. He has no thoughts of killing anyone before he is pushed to the extreme. But now that the young master is a practitioner and is at odds with the Qin government, perhaps he should change his mind."

"If you are kind, you will be bullied."

"Cultivation is inseparable from killing."

Huang Xian was both a dissuader and a reminder.

An Le is thoughtful, even if he doesn't want to do what he wants, but this is the case in this era. If he doesn't kill someone, someone will kill him. He will pause when swinging his sword, but others can't wait for the sword to fall faster and faster.

Huang Xian still has a good impression of Anle. After all, he is gentle and handsome, and he broke the Qin Mansion's conspiracy to install an illustrator in the Lin Mansion.

This reminder can be considered sincere.

"Mr. An... you have offended the Qin Mansion. In fact, you have something to do with me, Lao Huang. If I hadn't invited you to the Lin Mansion, you would not have offended the Qin Mansion. Here, I will apologize to you."

Huang Xian took a sip of wine, then wiped his mouth, stared at An Le, and said seriously: "Now the Lin Mansion can still protect Mr. An, but when the trial in front of the palace is over, the Lin Mansion will definitely be involved in the turmoil. At that time, he will not be able to protect himself, and he may not be able to protect him. Young Master."

"Therefore, if you want to find your own safety, Master, actually... there is another way."

Huang Xian thought for a while and said.

Hearing this, Anle raised his glass and drank it in one gulp: "Please give me some advice from Mr. Huang."

"I can't say anything to mention. In fact, this is not a secret. You asked Madam Hua about cultivation. You should know that our country has three major cultivation forces, right?"

Huang Captou smiled and waved his hand.

"Refining the Gods Academy, exercising the martial arts temple and the transcendent holy mountain." Anle replied.

"Luck has its ups and downs, and the cycle has been revealed for a long time. The clouds on the holy mountain have dispersed and there is no dust, and the general will shine into the purple sky."

Huang Xian recited: "This is written by a friend of the legendary number one scholar Li Youan, and it describes the image of the holy mountain."

"If you can enter the Holy Mountain, you can easily enter the Immortal Gate."

"If Mr. An wants to protect himself, he can choose to join the three major powers, whether it is the Academy of Arts, the Martial Arts Temple or the Holy Mountain."

"However, both the Academy of Literature and the Martial Temple have the influence of the Prime Minister of Qin. Mr. An may not die, but he will suffer some hardships. Only by entering the Holy Mountain, even if he is only the guardian of the Holy Mountain, can he be feared by all parties. ." Huang Xian's eyes were full of respect and yearning.

Hearing this, An Le took a sip of wine: "It's easy for Huang Captou to say. Don't talk about the past, just look at the present. How many people in the Zhao Dynasty can enter the Holy Mountain?"

Mrs. Hua told Anle how difficult it was to enter the Holy Mountain, as if it were like the sky.

Huang Xian looked at An Le and smiled: "It is of course difficult to enter the Holy Mountain and get the recognition of the Holy Master to establish the Mountain Lord. It is difficult to establish the Mountain Lord without a peerless appearance, but... if you go to attack the mountain guardian, the difficulty will be much easier. ”

"Every year from the Zhao Dynasty, several practitioners from the Great Zhao Dynasty would enter the Holy Mountain and serve as mountain guardians. Although mountain guardians are also very particular about talent, they also depend on the mountain owner's eyes. Mr. An's handsome appearance is quite eye-catching. Although he was enlightened late, But if you have some talent, if you want peace, you can go to the foot of the Holy Mountain and compete for the qualification of being a mountain guardian."

Huang Xian laughed.

Anle was stunned, did Huang Captou mean... to let him conquer the Lord of the Holy Mountain with his appearance?

Why does it feel so unreliable...

Anle shook his head, lacking interest. It felt too strange to enter the Holy Mountain with his appearance.

He Anle still felt that it was more stable to rely on his ability to make a living.

Anle even wanted to try his best to see if he could enter the Holy Mountain and ask the Holy Master.

"Come on, come on, Capt. Huang, didn't you ask me to paint the prisoner's portrait? Please describe the prisoner's appearance to me. I'll go back and paint and leave it to you tomorrow."

Huang Xian stopped talking about this topic and described the prisoner's appearance to Anle.

"This criminal is a gangster named Hu Jingang. Although he is a gangster, he is capable of spiritual practice. His Qi and blood have been developed to perfection. He is very cruel. In a village outside Lin'an Prefecture, dozens of families were slaughtered. Clean.”

Huang Xian put down his wine glass and said with a solemn expression: "He has an unattractive appearance and has hidden himself in Lin'an Mansion. It is difficult to find his traces. If there is a portrait and a notice posted, the people can report him and arrest him as soon as possible."

After Anle wrote it down, the image of the prisoner gradually emerged in his mind.

"By the way, I still have something to do to trouble Huang Captou. I wonder if Huang Captou knows anyone from Yaxing. I live in that small inn, and it is really inconvenient to practice martial arts. I want to find a place with a yard."

Anle asked.

When Huang Xian heard this, he didn't realize that there was anything strange. Now Anle was painting for the Lin Mansion and definitely earned a lot of money. It was normal to move to another courtyard.

"Yes, one of my black yamen brothers died in the line of duty. His wife and daughter want to leave Lin'an and return to their parents' home. This villa is for sale, but the price is slightly higher. If Mr. An is interested, let's go and take a look now. "

Huang Xian hurriedly said that if he could sell this villa, he would be able to help the brother who died in the line of duty.

"Forget it now, let's do it tomorrow. Tomorrow An will pack his bags and we will move there together."

An Le smiled and said, he didn't ask how much money it would cost. With his current wealth, buying a small courtyard was not a problem.

"Okay, Mr. An. Huang thanked Mr. An first."

Huang Captou solemnly poured a glass of cold rice wine, held it up respectfully, and drank it all in one gulp.

Anle smiled and returned a glass of wine.

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…

Anle returned to the inn and asked the waiter to arrange hot water. After taking a hot bath, he could sit cross-legged in the room.

He took out the "Sword Waterfall Picture" and closed his eyes to meditate.

As a top-notch god-refining method, Anle had previously entered concentration by looking at the sword picture, but in fact, he could still meditate on the first picture for some time.

Mrs. Hua told him the difference between realms, but she did not tell him the specific divisions between each realm. Broken down, they were divided into four small realms: front, middle, back, and perfection.

Anle is now in the early stage of opening Qi and blood and entering the early stage of concentration.

But in fact, the division between small realms has a great influence. Cultivation methods, attack techniques, etc. all become fluctuations. It is not unusual to fight across small realms.

Sitting upright on the wooden chair, his breathing and breathing were gentle and subtle, and he had already fallen into concentration.

An Guang imagined the first sword picture.

Deep in his mind, the power of his mind was entangled like threads, vaguely trying to form a sharp sword across the sky.

【Eternal Talent】Daoguo, the blessed talent is really impressive.

Anle only felt that the speed of this thread-like spiritual power was much faster than when he entered samadhi before.

Coupled with the sword dancer Daoguo's increase in sword events, Anle felt like he was sitting on a cloud.

The power of the mind continues to grow during meditation.

After meditating for almost two hours, Anle opened his eyes. There seemed to be a glimmer of light bursting out in the darkness, like a star in the sky casting starlight on the world!

When you visualize the slight tingling in the depths of your mind, your peace and happiness will cease. In practice, you should pay attention to relaxation and relaxation, and excess is not enough.

In the Niwan Palace, there is a vague small sword embryo that is formed by the convergence of the power of the mind.

Anle estimates that according to the realm, he has entered the middle stage of concentration.

After refining the spirit, Anle is released from the state of trance.

His strong mind allowed him to control his body in a more subtle way. He moved his muscles and bones, and the energy and blood circulated in the meridians.

Anle exhaled a breath of turbid air and began to perform the Thirteen Tiger Styles of the "Five Animals Exercise" in the room.

Tigers and tigers generate wind, and movement is like thunder!

In the battle at Jingjiekou, although the opponent was just an ordinary gangster, facing the enemy in person made Anle's understanding of Tiger Style even more profound.

"The "Sword Waterfall Picture" has the blessing of the [Sword Dancer] Taoist Fruit, which will benefit from practice, but the "Five Birds Strengthening Technique" does not have the Taoist Fruity blessing. In this case, it is blessed with the energy of time."

Anle thought in his mind, and poured all the remaining three rays of time energy into the "Five Birds Strengthening Technique".

The gray years are burning, and there are pictures passing quickly in front of the eyes like a white horse passing through the gap.

However, when the last ray of gray age burned out, Anle's eyes lit up and he began to observe carefully.

Because, the human figure in this wisp of time energy...is performing the "Five Animals Strengthening Technique"!

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