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

The east wind does not blow away sorrow, but the spring day can make people hate you for a long time.

In the small courtyard under the chilly spring night, there was a fierce collision, but within a breath, the winner seemed to be decided. The cold wind blew through at night, seeming to arouse long-lasting resentment.

This resentment naturally came from Hu Jingang who fell on the ground. He hated the nobleman who asked him to kill the young man, and the rickshaw driver outside the alley.

Ever since the boy's fetal breath showed up and his chopsticks were flying like flying swords, he had been feeling gloomy and had a bad premonition.

The error in the intelligence made him angry, but it was not impossible to successfully fight the fetal breath by opening up his qi and blood.

However, when the young man who was sitting quietly stood up and suddenly transformed into a tiger, the Qi and blood flowing from the meridians of the skin were stronger than him, and the momentum was more majestic than him, Hu Jingang had thoughts of cursing his mother.

What kind of rubbish information is this? It’s worth killing people!

The young man was full of energy and blood, and his momentum was like a colorful tiger. After an instant confrontation, Hu Jingang was defeated. It can be seen that the body-building method learned by the young man must be of an extremely high level, and it is definitely not comparable to what he has learned.

Refining the God's Fetal Breath and exercising the body both bring Qi and blood to perfection, but the other party's cultivation method is of a higher level, so what else is there to kill?

With one move, Hu Jingang was knocked upside down and his back slid against the ground. But after all, he was experienced and could stand up from the ground with a single blow.

The boy who was facing me was coming to kill him like a bird!

The Five Animals exercise the body, the Tiger Posture is fierce, the Bear Posture is steady, the Deer Posture, and the Ape Posture are all agile, and the Bird Posture is like a sword, which is most suitable for An Le who has the Tao Fruit of a self-sloughed "natural swordsman" today.

Although there is no sword in his hand, when he performs the Bird Pose, it is as if he has a sword in his hand!

The qi and blood in the meridians were pushing forward to generate strength. Before Hu Jingang could react as he stood up, Anle moved close to his body with the agility of a deer, and struck his chest one after another with sword-like palms.

Hu Jingang flew sideways again and fell hard to the ground. His skin and flesh were blurred with blood, and several sternums were broken. The organs protected by the bones seemed to be cracked, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth. His face was dark, and he was no longer able to resist.

An Le ended up in bird pose, looking at Hu Jintao indifferently, the excitement in his heart slowly calmed down.

The battle can be said to be a crushing one. The five-animal tiger pounced under the blessing of fifteen rays of age energy, and its power was greatly increased. Coupled with the perfect energy and blood, with a slap, it was as powerful as a white-fronted tiger with a striking eye. Hu Jingang Almost shot to death.

Coupled with the sword-like bird-style attacks, Hu Jingang was completely beaten like a sandbag.

Anle understands that there is a gap between the two when they are also full of Qi and blood. This gap... comes from the practice method.

It's like Hu Jintao pitting "Zhao Zu Changquan Castrated Version" against An Le's "Five Animals Strengthening Kung Fu" on the street, and the beating is naturally not unfair.

The leaves of the big locust tree rustled in the cold spring night wind.

Anle grabbed the thick-backed sword on the ground that Hu Jintao regarded as a hidden weapon. The knife was quite heavy, but with Anle's current energy and blood strength, it was not difficult to grab it.

"Little brother, can you spare my life?"

Hu Jingang said while bleeding.

Anle dragged the knife and walked to his side, looking at Hu Jingang lying on the ground, condescendingly.

"Reason." Anle said.

"I can give you all of my family fortune. There are a total of eighteen Yuanling Tongbao, which are hidden in a secret place. If I live, I can take them for you." Hu Jingang endured the pain of broken bones and said slowly.

"Only eighteen pieces? You poor man, if I make a painting for the Lin Mansion, the retouching fee will be ten Yuan Ling Tong Bao."

Anle held the knife, glanced at him, and said heartbrokenly.

Hu Jingang was silent.

Suddenly, his eyes widened with anger, he bit the tip of his tongue, and the energy and blood in his body surged, bouncing off the ground and crashing into An Le as fast as lightning, wanting to take advantage of An Le's relaxation to fight to the death.

laugh!

However, Anle Feixi was nervous and was on guard. He kicked the thick-backed sword that he was leaning on. The sword was thrown up and arced like a falling star. A huge head, filled with gushing blood, shot up into the sky. Get up!

The blood gradually stained Anle's white clothes, making Anle's cold face tremble slightly.

This was his first time killing someone, but it wouldn't be his last.

Hu Jingang's head fell to the ground, and his body, which had suddenly risen, lost power and fell straight back, with a muffled sound lingering in the spring night.

Blood flowed all over the small courtyard, accompanied by Anle's slight breathing, mostly with chills.

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Qingbo Street is still silent, with all the lights of several houses extinguished and falling asleep.

There were no pedestrians on the street, not even a cat that liked to walk alone in the dark.

The carriage parked quietly. The driver sat on the carriage and slowly opened his eyes. The wind and waves blowing from the alleys were filled with pungent blood.

The face of the coachman under the bamboo hat was hidden in the darkness, and his expression and emotion could not be seen.

When he entered the small courtyard in the alley, his mental perception was washed away by the two men's tyrannical energy and blood, making it impossible to observe clearly.

He is quite strong in physical training and has stepped into the inner elixir, but in divine refining he is no more than fetal breath.

The mind of the fetal breath can barely be seen, but it is like a ghost, afraid of things in the sun. The farther it spreads, the less control it has, and it is easier to be scattered.

"do you died?"

The driver smelled the smell of blood in the air. Was it the blood shed by the young man?

He looked towards the dark alleys that were not favored by stars and moonlight.

There was the sound of a knife rubbing against the ground in the alley, accompanied by the sound of footsteps.

The coachman's burly body slowly straightened up, his head slightly raised, his face under the bamboo hat gradually became clearer, and he looked towards the alley, welcoming Hu Jingang's return.

If Hu Jingang killed the boy, he would have to escort Hu Jingang out of Lin'an Mansion, and he could not lose his reputation as a husband.

Suddenly, the coachman's grip on the reins suddenly froze, and a flash of disbelief flashed in his pupils.

Because, the one who slowly pushed through the darkness in the alley and walked out was not Hu Jingang!

But a young man in blood-stained white clothes.

He held a knife in one hand and a head with eyes wide open in the other.

Drops of blood like ink dripped from the cut of the head, and the young man stepped out of the dense darkness of the alley step by step.

Don’t say that the west wind is so murderous, there are yellow flowers everywhere on the road!

At this moment, the young man was carrying a cold murderous intent, like a green sword that was three inches out of the sheath and bloomed with cold light.

The eyes of the driver under the hat widened slightly, and his breathing became a little faster.

The young man stood at the entrance of Taimiao Lane, with a smile on his lips, and a few traces of blood on his white clothes like red plums, looking at the familiar burly driver sitting on the shaft of the gorgeous carriage.

"Sure enough..."

Anle seemed to be suddenly aware, as if he was mocking.

It was no accident that Hu Jingang came to kill him. This criminal who was supposed to be captured by the black yamen constables was saved by the so-called nobleman, and then turned into a knife held by the nobleman to kill him.

To make Hu Jingang willing to kill him, he must have made some promise.

Perhaps he would exchange his life as a young scholar for the life of this criminal whose hands were stained with the blood of hundreds of people.

However, this time, the young man killed the criminal with his own strength and broke the knife handed by the nobleman. The situation was much better than last time.

Snap.

The young man threw the head he was holding. The head crossed a parabola and fell in front of the carriage. It rolled on the ground for several weeks and hit the wheel hub before stopping.

The driver did not even look at the head on the ground. He stared at the young man from a distance and saw the ridicule and killing in the young man's eyes.

That day in the spring rain, the young man's spine was like a bamboo, proudly standing in the world. Even the pressure from the teacher could not make him bow his head. The picture jumped into the driver's mind again.

The pupils that had been shrunken slowly relaxed, and a hint of murderous intent flashed from the driver's eyes.

He wanted to kill the boy right now to prevent future troubles.

But the driver didn't dare.

That day, Madam Hua brought three thousand spring raindrops, and just one of them broke his bamboo hat. Perhaps breaking his head would only take one more raindrop.

The master said that Madam Hua wanted to be the protector of the boy. Since there was a protector, it would not be in accordance with the rules for him to bully the weak. If he was beaten and killed, the master would not even seek justice for him.

Anle looked at the burly driver sitting on the shaft of the carriage, Luo Qingchen's driver, and slowly raised the thick-backed broadsword in his hand. The blood and energy in his body suddenly emerged, and his mind surged. The artistic conception of the "Sword Waterfall Picture" he visualized flowed in front of his eyes, and the broadsword in his hand seemed to be transformed into a sword.

He suddenly threw it out, and the broadsword whistled towards the carriage with a straight momentum.

The driver saw the big knife whistling at him, and under his skin, heat waves rolled, and his blood and qi circulated, just like a furnace burning fire, refining a blood and qi pill!

With five fingers clenched, he grabbed the big knife thrown by Anle, and smashed the knife heavily on the shaft of the cart. The driver exhaled a foul breath and did not look at the boy.

The reins whipped, and the red horse raised its hooves to pull the cart. The wheels ruthlessly rolled over the head and slowly disappeared into the dark and quiet night of Qingbo Street.

Anle watched the carriage leave, then turned around and returned to the courtyard.

After the carriage drove out of Qingbo Street.

The driver suddenly collapsed all over and collapsed on the shaft of the cart, with deep fear in his eyes.

Just now, if he really tried to kill Anle, he would be wiped out by a sword intent in an instant. The sword intent was always there, against his throat, and the sword intent was dissipated after leaving Qingbo Street.

"That sword intent, is it Madam Hua from the Lin Mansion? There can only be Madam Hua... I never thought that Madam Hua actually, actually thought so highly of this young man..."

"What the gentleman said is indeed true, I have to go back and report it carefully."

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The chilly spring breeze sobered me up, and I felt a little cold.

On the silent Qingbo Street, an old man in plain clothes stood quietly with a bamboo stick, squinting at the direction where the carriage left.

"You, the coachman, are sensible. If you use the Qi and blood inner elixir to deceive my little friend, you will have to add another head on the ground."

The old man's long eyebrows flew in the wind, stroked his beard, turned around and slowly walked towards the distant Taimiao with dim lights.

In the cold spring breeze on a cold night, an old man chuckled.

"It's still strong after thousands of blows, no matter which direction the wind blows..."

"If you want to reach this realm, An Xiaoyou, tsk, it's a long way to go."

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