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

There is no tiger in the mountain when the golden frost is cold, but there is a dragon in the water when the sword moves in the starlight.

At the entrance of Qingbo Street, there was silence.

At some point, the figures who were walking hurriedly on the long street disappeared without a trace, as if they were deliberately cleared out.

The burly driver stood on the shaft of the car, holding a knife and performing a martial arts salute towards Anle.

The atmosphere was not solemn, but rather a sense of helplessness was floating.

Anle carried the rice wine and beef, and looked at the driver with a knife in the starlight night, frowning slightly.

He looked at the carriage behind the driver: "Luo Qingchen wants to kill me? Is he in the carriage?"

The burly driver Zhushan raised his head, his face full of bitterness: "Don't worry, Mr. An, the master is not in the carriage."

"The master didn't know that Zhushan came this time."

The burly driver himself was unwilling to attack Anle. He knew that Anle now held the Little Saint Order and was protected by the Jade Guanyin of the Lin Mansion, and he was not a coachman like him.

But... he had no chance to choose.

Young Master Qin found him and asked him to kill Anle. If he could kill Anle, Luo Qingchen, who was now without any ambition, could leave Lin'an Prefecture safely and return to Qingzhou.

Because Luo Qingchen rejected Qin Qianqiu's request, with Qin Qianqiu's overbearing personality, he would definitely not let Luo Qingchen leave Lin'an easily, and he could not even leave Lin'an.

As the coachman Zhushan followed Luo Qingchen all the way out of Qingzhou, watching him rise and fall, he could be said to be the closest to Luo Qingchen in Lin'an.

Not to mention that Luo Qingchen had saved his life.

Zhushan knew how painful Luo Qingchen was. Now Mr. An finally decided to return to Qingzhou, but he could not leave because of the matter of the young man.

Zhushan therefore agreed to Qin Qianqiu to fight Anle.

"Only when Mr. An dies, Mr. An can live." Zhushan looked at Anle, and guilt gradually emerged on his face.

"Maybe the dust in your heart caused by you will be washed away. The most important thing is that you can leave Lin'an and return to Qingzhou, the place where your dream began."

So, this is why the driver Zhushan carries a knife at night.

Zhushan, the burly driver, looked at the young man in white clothes under the stars, and his eyes under the bamboo hat revealed a trace of shame.

"Mr. An, I'm sorry."

"Zhushan hopes that you can return to Qingzhou, so you can only ask Mr. An to go on the road."

Zhushan raised the knife and bowed again.

Then he jumped down from the shaft of the cart, his feet seemed to pierce the ground, and the majestic blood and qi surged under the membrane, like a slap on the table, exploding the eardrums!

Under the starlight, Anle suddenly realized what he said, looking at the driver with a guilty face, but still holding the knife and surging blood and qi, his eyes were not too touched.

"I share the worries of my master with my life, but I have to be loyal to him. I admire your loyalty and courage, but I will not hold back."

"In addition, before you kill me, have you asked Luo Qingchen about his wishes? If you die, he may really be alone in Lin'an Prefecture."

"Even if Luo Qingchen comes to kill me for revenge for you, he may be killed by a stronger person who protects me, fulfilling the wishes of the one who ordered you to kill me."

An Le said softly.

The voice was like a huge bell, shocking the coachman Zhushan for a while.

Sir...will you avenge him because of his death?

An Le did not say anything else, slowly put down the old yellow wine and the beef wrapped in oil paper, and neatly placed them on the side of the road.

Then he stood up, looked at the burly coachman Zhushan who was holding a ghost-head broadsword and had a slightly confused face, took off the ink pool on his waist, unsheathed the ink pool, and put the tip of the sword against the ground.

Anle calmly looked at the burly coachman Zhushan, waiting for his choice.

In fact, Anle guessed who forced Zhushan to kill him. It was no one except Qin Qianqiu. He refused the invitation and immediately arranged Zhushan to kill him.

In the eyes of many people, Anle's backers were the Lin Mansion and Madam Hua, but in Qin Qianqiu's eyes, such backers were useless and even increased his determination to kill.

If it weren't for the Little Saint Order and the rules of the Holy Mountain, Qin Qianqiu might have dared to directly send practitioners of the Five Realms to attack and kill, taking advantage of the opportunity when Madam Hua was not in Lin'an.

Anle exhaled. Facing the Qin Mansion and Qin Qianqiu, who regarded his life as worthless, Anle had a fire burning in his heart.

A gentleman repays kindness with virtue and complains with honesty.

A drop of water can be repaid with a spring, but today's conspiracy and calculations are also remembered in my heart, and I will repay it double in the future.

Anle has never been a saint. Favor is favor, hatred is hatred, and it should be distinguished clearly.

In the distance.

The burly coachman Zhushan's face kept changing, and finally he gritted his teeth.

The face under the bamboo hat was raised, and the guilt became more and more intense. The blood in his body, like the rain in summer, became more and more majestic.

Obviously, he has made a decision.

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The carriage was parked quietly one mile away from the entrance of Jingjie.

Qin Qianqiu and Wang Qinhe, who was wearing a blue shirt, got out of the carriage together, stood on the shaft, bathed in the glory of the stars, and looked at a battle that was about to break out in the distance.

"Is that Luo Qingchen's coachman? Brother Qin is good at killing two birds with one stone."

Wang Qinhe smiled with a dragon spine knife on his waist.

"Let the driver kill Anle. If he kills him, that's the best. If he fails and Anle kills him, Luo Qingchen will definitely seek revenge. With Luo Qingchen's strength, if he kills him in revenge, Anle will die, and Hua Jiebing will also kill Luo Qingchen."

"Luo Qingchen refused your order, so you plan to abandon him completely."

"Tsk, smart."

Qin Qianqiu chuckled and shook his head: "It's not killing two birds with one stone, but killing three birds with one stone. Doesn't this eliminate a threat for Brother Wang and let him remember a favor?"

"The Holy Mountain has rules. No force is allowed to send practitioners who are beyond the second realm of the Little Holy Order holder to attack and kill. From the Holy Mountain's perspective, it is all a grind."

"This driver is just right, and I am sure that this driver will do his best, even burning his blood and risking his life to kill An Le."

Qin Qianqiu played with the wine cup in his hand and spoke lightly.

"Because he is a very qualified slave."

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Black ghosts make fire at night, and geese cry out in the cold weather.

Outside Lin'an Mansion.

The dusk clouds are floating.

Under the cold moonlight, a burly figure was suspended in the sky. He was dressed in hunting clothes and carried a machete on his back. His tyrannical energy and blood seemed to cause the world to change color.

He seemed to be waiting for someone, as if he was stopping someone.

A strong man who transcended the five realms was ordered by Qin Qianqiu to hinder Hua Jiebing here for a moment.

The man didn't know what Qin Qianqiu was going to do, but he just needed to stop him.

Suddenly, the figure in black slowly opened his eyes, his eyes contained his heart, as if lighting up the stars, looking into the distance.

A figure came slowly from a distance.

Not one figure, but two.

A man with a graceful figure and beautiful appearance, dressed in brocade and neon clothes, is walking in the night sky. His body seems to be illuminated by Buddha's light, and his sword energy generates Guanyin. It is the Jade Guanyin of Lin Mansion, the flower dissolves the ice.

But what made the man's eyes shrink was the man in Confucian shirt and sword beside Hua Jiebing.

Just by looking at the man at a glance, the man in black felt the infinite sword energy, like the vast sky overturned, like piercing the starry sky, letting the stars vent.

"Li Youan, general...general!"

The man in black was shocked.

Mrs. Hua walked in the dark clouds at dusk, bathed in the moonlight and starlight. A statue of Guanyin emerged from the sword energy behind her, with a kind and cold eyebrow.

"Qin Qianqiu specially sent you to stop me? It seems that he sincerely wants to take action against Anle. Once an ordinary boy shines, he arouses jealousy and killing, just because he is close to my Lin family..."

Hua Jiebing sighed.

However, Hua Jiebing is really not worried about An Le's safety.

After all, An Le wears a sword on Qingshan, and is protected by the legendary old uncle. Unless Qin Qianqiu kills An Le regardless of the cost, An Le will have no worries about life or death.

Above the sea of ​​clouds.

The man in scholar's shirt had a sword on his waist and looked calmly at the black-clothed practitioner who wanted to stop Hua Jiebing.

The terrifying pressure made the black-clothed cultivator sweat on his forehead.

"I remember you, you were just transferred back to Kyoto from the Canglang River battlefield, right? When you returned to Lin'an, you were blinded by the prosperity of Lin'an? Others assisted in doing despicable things for their own selfish interests. You returned to Lin'an just to do such dirty things?"

The faint voice was like a sharp sword, piercing into the heart of the man in black.

"Report to the military headquarters yourself and transfer back to the front line to kill the enemy. Don't let me see you in Lin'an."

Hua Jiebing and Li Youan passed by the man in black.

No killing, no attacking.

But the light words made the man in black's back soaked with sweat.

Watching Li Youan and Hua Jiebing leave.

The man in black clasped his fists and bowed deeply.

"I will obey my orders."

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Zhushan held the broad-faced sword in his hand. Now that he had made a decision, he would no longer regret it, even if he knew who benefited from it all.

But he still had to take a gamble, so that his husband could return to Qingzhou.

The burly coachman walked step by step, and the energy and blood of the inner alchemy realm in his body was released like a mountain torrent.

With one step, the bluestone of the long street seemed to vibrate.

Afterwards, Zhu Shan began to run and accelerate, getting faster and faster. There was blood on the broad-faced long knife, and the majestic momentum was like a mountain rain coming!

He is extremely dignified and goes all out when he strikes. Even though his martial arts cultivation level is high and Anle is at a great level, he does not dare to underestimate him!

Charging quickly, the target was the young man in white who was standing there, holding a long black sword in his hand.

His eyes were fixed on him, like a giant bear staring at its prey!

Anle bathed in the starlight, his face remained as usual, and the night wind blew in, stirring his white clothes.

A gust of wind blew.

Zhushan's pupils suddenly shrank while he was running.

But I saw the ink pool in Anle's hand...

No trace!