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

The mist on the mountain has dispersed by half, and the spring rain is falling in thin layers. The rain is getting heavier and heavier. Every drop of spring rain seems to be mixed with the sword energy steaming from this majestic mountain!

It is obviously a dead mountain, but because of the dispersion of the sword energy, it seems to be alive, like a gigantic god, overlooking the mortal creatures climbing on the body.

The sixth mountain of the Holy Mountain is like a mountain transformed into a fairy sword that fell into the mortal world.

Dense fog covers the upper part of the mountain, but halfway down the mountain, peach blossoms are in full bloom, the stone path is clear, and a figure in white is climbing up the steps alone and with difficulty.

At the foot of the mountain, the Sunshine Avenue has long since dissipated, and the dusk clouds have gathered together, as if they were angry at the humiliation of being cut open before, and poured down heavy rain.

But the practitioners who gathered at the foot of the mountain didn't care at all. They all stared at the figure that looked like a white plum on the stone path at the foot of the mountain.

"This person actually gave up the opportunity to become a mountain guard and chose to climb the mountain to fight for the Little Holy Order?!"

"How dare you dare to rebel against the mountain master like this?"

"Perhaps... it's the intention of Hua Jiebing from the Lin Mansion who just ascended to heaven? Does Hua Jiebing think this young man is worthy of the Little Holy Order?"

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There were all kinds of noises, and even the pouring rain could not wash away their enthusiasm.

Zhong Shunchao, Ye Chong and Luo Qingchen did not choose to go down the mountain after being separated from An Le. The three of them were a little eager.

Mount Anle for the sake of the Little Holy Order.

Only the mountain owner is qualified to distribute the Little Holy Order. If you want the Little Holy Order, there are two ways. One is for the family elders to take action and pay enough for them to get the Little Holy Order from the mountain owner.

The other kind can only be obtained by being favored by the mountain master and passing the mountain master's test.

Both methods are not easy. In the first case, the temperament of the mountain owner is uncertain and he may not be willing to replace it. In the second case, the illusory vision is not to mention.

Therefore, when they learned that Anle actually had a chance and had the courage to obtain the Little Holy Order, Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chongcai were full of admiration.

They were so eager that they did not choose to go down the mountain, but followed An Le and climbed the mountain with him.

Luo Qingchen looked bitter after experiencing the blow that An Le had inadvertently caused. He originally wanted to go down the mountain, but after thinking about it, he followed Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong up the mountain.

They climb mountains just for a slim chance. What if they perform better than the mountaineers, maybe... they can win the favor of the mountain owner and obtain the Little Holy Order?

The heavy rain was heavy, and the water on the washed stone path was like a short waterfall, gurgling endlessly.

After the boy in white, the three of them returned to the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, many cultivators who gathered saw Luo Qingchen and the others following them up the mountain, but they were not expelled by the mountain owner, but their hearts were ready to move.

It seems that there is nothing wrong with climbing the steps of this mountain. If... the edge overshadows that young man, maybe he can create a good story.

For a time, among the carriages parked in the heavy rain, practitioners floated out one after another, holding oil-paper umbrellas, like flowers blooming between heaven and earth, like hundreds of boats vying to climb the stone path in the green mountains. .

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At this moment, Anle couldn't care less about the many practitioners behind him who were following him and planning to take advantage of this opportunity.

But even if he did, he didn't care. The mountain master didn't stop him, so that was his promise.

The opportunity is there, and it is tied to it. No one can take it away from you. If it is taken away, it means there is no chance.

Climbing high and spectacular, between heaven and earth, the vast river will never return.

The water flowing down the stone path contains sword energy, like a rushing river, blocking the way forward.

As soon as Anle took the first step, he felt the sword energy steaming in the mountain, but the invisible pressure was falling downwards. His shoulders seemed to be carrying the mountain, and he was walking with difficulty.

The energy and blood that had reached the first level of physical training in the body were rushing at this moment, but they could not suppress the sword energy in the water. The body was swaying, and there was a risk of being washed away.

After crossing about ten steps with difficulty, it felt very difficult and the speed was extremely slow.

But Anle was not in a hurry. He looked firmly through the rain curtain and stared at the next stone step. Feeling the sword energy and pressure, he mobilized his leg muscles and stepped onto the next step.

Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong followed An Le with strange expressions.

"Why so slow?"

"The sword energy at the foot of the mountain can't be overpowered just after it surges. It's so difficult to get started. Are you going to fight for the Little Holy Order like this?"

The two looked at each other with confusion in each other's eyes, but they didn't look down on them, just a little surprised.

Peering into a spot, you can see the whole leopard; seeing a leaf, you can know the late autumn.

Although they couldn't see through it, they could guess from this that the mountaineering boy might not be very skilled.

"The first level of body training, the first stage of spiritual training, the first stage of fetal breath training, that's all."

Luo Qingchen put his hands behind his back and spoke, his Confucian shirt flying, sword energy lingering around his body, and the wind and rain did not touch him.

Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong were immediately stunned, and the many practitioners around them who were holding umbrellas were also shocked.

With such a low level of cultivation... He is unwilling to become a guardian of the mountain, but he still wants to take a chance on the Little Holy Order. Are you crazy?

Are you overestimating your capabilities?

Many practitioners looked through the rain curtain at the back of the stubborn and staggering young man climbing the mountain, and were speechless for a while.

No one would laugh at him, after all, the young man could have entered the Holy Mountain because he caught the eye of the mountain master, but he didn't want to.

They have no right to laugh at this kind of courage to fight for the Little Holy Order and pursue the path of spiritual practice.

But many practitioners are eager, because this shows that if they take advantage of a wave of opportunities, their chances of obtaining the Little Holy Order are getting higher and higher.

The rain roared and washed away, and the practitioners were silent and climbed the mountain in silence.

Luo Qingchen stared at An Le's back. He was more shocked. The confident smile was no longer on his face. After staring for a long time, he exhaled and took a slightly cautious step past An Le.

There is no change.

Then, Luo Qingchen put his hands behind his back to break away from the wind and rain, and climbed up the ladder in a misty manner.

Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong, who were on the side, did not choose to slowly stagger behind An Le, past the wisp of white clothes in the rain, and climbed up the steps.

The rain is heavy and the sky is not waiting for anyone.

Practitioners one after another have surpassed peace and happiness, climbing up the green mountain against the current of rain.

Anle unknowingly fell behind.

But he was not the last one. Behind him, there was another figure. The figure was graceful and holding an oil-paper umbrella. He was dressed in plain clothes and wearing a veil, so his face could not be seen clearly.

The girl followed Anle and watched quietly. When she saw the bamboo sword on Anle's waist, her eyes narrowed slightly, and then she watched the young man stagger.

It depends on why this young man wants to fight for this little holy order.

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Anle climbed the ladder step by step, and the pressure became more and more intense. Every drop of rainwater contained sword energy, trying to pin him to the ladder.

Not caring about others, his only thought was to climb the stairs. The energy and blood in his body were hit by the cold spring rain and could not move. It was like a shackle covering his body. He was struggling to move forward and back.

This situation was his own choice, and he had no regrets.

Mentally visualize the "Sword Waterfall Picture". The billions of spring rain falling from the sky seem to have turned into billions of sword energy, like a waterfall or the Milky Way.

At this moment, it actually coincides with the scene in "Sword Waterfall Picture".

Anle did not hesitate, and blessed all the time energy he had absorbed today from the "Sword Waterfall Picture", making the time energy increase from four strands to eleven.

As soon as the thought enters the fetal breath, the mind explores the whole body, and the breathing is as gentle as a trickle.

[Natural Swordsman] Daoguo, at this moment, seems to have come to life, like a greedy sponge, absorbing the sword energy mixed in the harsh spring rain.

【Eternal Talent】Daoguo, trembled slightly.

Anle's mind grew stronger during the visualization. In the Niwan Palace, a sword floated quietly, and wisps of sword energy grew all over the body, seeming to intertwine into a pool of swords.

Pictures of the years he had watched emerged before his eyes.

A young man was training five birds under a waterfall.

Anle's eyes were shining brightly, and he raised his head to the sky. The heavy rain was like a waterfall. He wanted to use the heavy rain like a waterfall to exercise his body.

The girl behind her suddenly widened her bright eyes under the veil.

Just because the young man stood on the stone steps, he actually started to practice the five birds.

Tiger pose, bear pose, ape pose, deer pose, bird pose... among the square-inch stone steps, perform the five-animal exercise!

The shackles that had been blocking the young man's body were suddenly washed away, and the energy and blood boiled under the skin. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth suddenly came like a spring breeze overnight, mixed with the sword energy in the rain, mixed with the energy and blood bit by bit, and spread into the limbs and bones. , penetrate into the bones!

Be happy at this moment, enter the second stage of body forging, and forge sword spirit bones!

God refining and body refining are carried out at the same time, the fetal breath condenses into the sword pool, and the sword spirit bone is forged!

What kind of talent is this? !

The girl holding the umbrella behind Anle looked in surprise.

If he were an ordinary body-training practitioner, he would be afraid that the tender flowers in the mountains would be crushed by this green mountain sword rain.

But the young man actually went upstream, channeled the sword energy to cast spiritual bones, and watched the sword rain gather in the sword pool!

What a spirit!

No wonder I have the confidence to give this little holy order a try.

On the mountain road, the world suddenly became quiet.

Anle opened her eyes, smiled on her lips, stepped into the second realm of physical training, and broke the shackles. The sword energy flowing out of the mountain ladder became gentle, and the pressure out of thin air was like a spring breeze.

He raised his feet and stepped on the next stone.

Then, step by step, everything flows smoothly without any obstacles.

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Luo Qingchen climbed the 280th ladder, unable to maintain his elegance anymore, and the rain soaked his face and scholar's shirt.

He raised his feet, but he couldn't land on the next step.

The sword energy spurts out thinly, and the pressure is like a mountain.

On the three hundred steps, the ink-colored green blade stuck on the peach blossom tree made a clear sword cry, cheering and jumping for joy.

However, Luo Qingchen could only look far away.

The rain slid down the corners of his eyes with reluctance.

The same was true for Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong. They sighed, knowing that this little holy order had no chance with them.

On the mountain road, oil-paper umbrellas were thrown around in disorder. Each practitioner lost their sense of relaxation and freedom, and each encountered shackles and obstacles that were difficult to break.

Some of their faces were distorted, some gave up struggling, and some sighed...

Sure enough, taking advantage of opportunities is not so easy.

Suddenly.

There are clear footsteps, and the rain bursts under the steps, rhythmic and gentle.

Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not scream and walk slowly.

But they saw the young man in white who was originally at the end, calmly climbing up the stairs with a tattered bamboo sword on his waist.

No more difficulties or obstacles.

He passed one after another practitioners who stopped on the stone path.

It surpassed Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong.

He surpassed Luo Qingchen, who was unable to move forward.

Climbing the 300 steps of the ladder and arriving under the peach blossom tree, the green hills seemed to be charming because of it.

Anle stretched out his hand and held Mochi in full view of everyone.

Pull it out naturally.

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