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

The spring nights in Lin'an Prefecture are not the most pleasant. Compared with summer nights, the spring evening breeze is a little colder, and people with thin bodies are more likely to catch a cold.

Qingbo Street, as the sunset fades into darkness, the whole street becomes quiet.

Although there is no curfew in Da Zhao, the night market is also quite prosperous, with splendid lights and gorgeous clusters, but that is limited to the Imperial Street and the main long street, where vendors are willing to endure the cold night wind to set up stalls.

Qingbo Street is a bit off after all. Setting up a night stall here can only endure the cold wind all night and earn a few grains of money.

Therefore, as soon as night falls, the whole street becomes quiet.

The carriage is parked, the horse neighs slightly, spewing hot air, and the driver sits on the shaft. He is burly and wears a bamboo hat.

The old bamboo hat was cut in half by a spring rain from Madam Hua, and he had to change to a new one.

He sat on the shaft of the cart, his Qi and blood rolling like a furnace, hidden but not released. He released his not-so-proficient mind and explored the killing field that was about to break out in the alleys of the Temple of Heaven.

He needed to see the boy being killed "with his own eyes". Only in this way, he would not make mistakes when reporting to his master.

However, he believed that this time, it should be a sure thing.

The boy had just completed the enlightenment of cultivation a few days ago, and had just opened up his Qi and blood, and barely entered into meditation. Such a new cultivator, facing a ruthless character like Hu Jingang with blood on his hands, naturally had no power to suppress him.

Hu Jingang's Qi and blood had already been opened to perfection, and he was not far from using Qi and blood as a furnace to forge spiritual bones in his body. There should be no surprises when facing the young man who was barely cultivating.

The driver looked up at the dark Taimiao Lane, and couldn't help but think of that day. Under the drizzling spring rain, the young man faced the pressure of the master, but still stood tall, like a lonely pine, and like a plum blossom standing proudly in the frost.

The young man's resilience is admirable.

It is common for a new practitioner to bow his head in the face of Mr. Luo's pressure.

It is rare to have a tiger in your chest and a proud heart to be able to withstand the pressure.

But no matter how strong your resilience is, if you are not strong enough, you will die.

Suddenly, the driver's eyes under the bamboo hat condensed slightly, and a gust of wind blew out of the alley, carrying some burning blood.

"It's started."

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Inside the courtyard.

Anle had already finished practicing the "Five Animals Body Building Exercise" and was visualizing the "Sword Waterfall Picture". Fifteen strands of time energy were blessed on the five animals, and the remaining four strands, Anle chose to bless the "Sword Waterfall Picture".

The blessing of the years made Anle's visualization of the "Sword Waterfall Picture" more profound. Originally, he could only visualize the first page of the Sword Waterfall Picture. As he stepped into the fetal breath, he could visualize the second page.

The second page of the Sword Waterfall Picture depicts two intertwined swords. The swords in the picture look ordinary at first glance, but when visualized with the mind, they are infinitely sharp!

After all, he has just stepped into the fetal breath and needs to consolidate it many times. If he visualizes it easily, he will be easily hurt by the sword intent in the Sword Waterfall Picture.

After the blessing of the years, there is no such worry, and there is no pressure to visualize the second page.

The silver moon is like a plate, and the starlight is thousands of feet.

It sprinkles on the white-clothed boy in the yard, making the boy's handsome face more worldly.

Suddenly, Anle, who was visualizing the Sword Waterfall Picture and the fetal breath and mind were boiling around him, opened his eyes and looked calmly outside the courtyard door.

It was like a monster hiding in the darkness that would choose people to eat.

The sound of straw shoes rubbing and trampling on the bluestone slabs in the alley slowly approached.

A stream of burning blood gradually burst out under Anle's mind.

The moonlight sprinkled down, revealing a figure. It was a man wearing a bamboo hat, thin and not strong, carrying a thick-backed broadsword, which looked quite strange.

Anle glanced at the visitor, but was not panicked. He still sat upright on the small chair and poured himself a cup of old yellow wine that was chilled by the spring evening breeze.

After drinking a cup of yellow wine, the aroma of wine filled his lips.

"The chilly spring is the most lethal. You didn't warm up the wine at home, but came into my house with a broadsword. I guess... you are here to kill me."

Anle said lightly, picked up a piece of pork head meat and chewed it slowly.

The figure carrying the knife took off the bamboo hat, threw it on the ground casually, raised the face that didn't look extremely vicious, and looked at the boy who was eating meat and wine under the moonlight with a playful look.

"Do you recognize me?"

Hu Jingang smiled.

Anle took another sip of the old yellow wine, glanced at Hu Jingang, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

As the one who drew the true appearance of Hu Jingang, how could he not recognize him? He was surprised because Hu Jingang actually came to kill him.

Because he made a wanted map?

"The map you drew for Heiya really made me suffer. I almost got caught. I hated you so much that I came to kill you."

"Do you recognize me?"

Hu Jingang put down the knife he was carrying, and the blood and qi in his body began to surge and grow. The breath of perfect blood and qi made the chilly spring cold feel warm.

Anle tasted the old yellow wine: "You came to kill me because of the painting?"

"I'm afraid someone specifically ordered you to come here, and wanted to use the knife in your hand to kill me. Otherwise, how could you, a rat who was chased by Heiya, find my new residence so accurately and come to kill me openly?"

Hu Jingang narrowed his eyes. He was poked with the truth, but he didn't react much. In his opinion, Anle was already a dead man.

He had just opened his blood and qi and had just entered into meditation. Although he was also a cultivator, he was no threat to him.

Hu Jingang's knife tip reached and pierced into the ground three-tenths of an inch: "Young man, if you know, why don't you run away?" Anle put down the wine cup and pinched a chopstick between two fingers.

Calmly looked at Hu Jingang and said, "This is my home, why should I run away?"

"It's so brave, but it's a pity. I prefer you to show fear and despair before you die. Killing like this will give you a greater sense of accomplishment." Hu Jingang laughed. The next moment, his eyes widened with anger, and his energy and blood rushed like waves!

The broadsword that stabbed the ground in the courtyard was pulled forward boldly.

The gravel that was cracked by the thick-backed sword shot out like sharp arrows. Hu Jingang, wrapped in his blood, followed closely and slashed towards Anle. The powerful and heavy thick-backed sword was whimpering like a ghost with the strong wind!

An Le sat on the chair, his expression gradually becoming serious. This was the first training battle he had encountered so far.

Previously at Jingjiekou, I faced two thugs who were just ordinary people. Naturally, that didn't count. They were not practitioners and could not give Anle any oppression.

However, Anle has no fear or timidity, only excitement and agitation.

The tiger in his chest seemed to be about to leap out.

The only threat was that Hu Jingang was holding a weapon, and since he had never wielded a weapon, he was at a disadvantage in a duel.

But Anle surpassed Hu Jingang in the realm of refining gods. In fact, this was enough.

Facing Hu Jingang's thick-backed sword, Anle held the chopsticks between his two fingers and pushed it gently with a sword-pointing gesture.

The chopsticks bounced off the table at an extremely fast speed, stained with the oil stains of the pig's head meat, turning into a dark trail of light, tearing through the darkness of the cold spring night, and piercing Hu Jingang's neck.

The mind in the state of fetal breath, wrapped around the chopsticks, is like the light of a sword galloping.

Hu Jingang's hair stood on end. He immediately put the knife away and held it in front of his throat. The chopsticks struck like flying swords. The fetal breath that escaped made Hu Jingang's heart tremble!

"Second stage of refining the gods... fetal breath?!"

"No, in the first two stages of the God Refining, entering concentration and fetal breath killing are weak. After transcending the world, the power of the mind is released, and the God Refining becomes terrifying. This young man cannot survive the fetal breath, why is he putting so much pressure on me?!"

Hu Jingang broke out in cold sweat instantly. If he hadn't blocked it just now, the chopsticks would have pierced his throat.

I feel a little angry, that noble man... what the hell kind of information!

Is this called just entering concentration?

However, after all, Hu Jingang is ferocious and has experienced hundreds of battles. After all, he has perfect Qi and blood. If he is close to a practitioner of the Divine Breath Refining Breath, he still has a chance!

Just think of this.

Hu Jingang did not hesitate and threw out the thick-backed sword in his hand like a hidden weapon. His figure also jumped out from behind the sword and approached Anle.

Anle looked at Hu Jingang, who was swinging his sword and flying toward him, with a flash of fighting intent in his eyes.

"Come!"

The body instantly stood up from the chair and turned sideways to avoid the sword.

Then, like a fierce tiger, he came out of the mountain and swooped out, which was the tiger pose of five-animal exercise!

He is as majestic and heroic as a tug of war, and his fierceness is unlike any other beast!

The whole body is happy and full of vitality and blood, and the energy and blood burst out like a mountain torrent!

Hu Jingang, who had just swooped over, felt that the boy had instantly turned into a colorful tiger, and his energy and blood were surging and not weaker than his. His heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

The next moment, a terrifying force hit Hu Jingang, and he only felt pain.

The whole person, with blood and confusion in the spring night, drew an elegant parabola reflecting the stars in the sky above the small courtyard.

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