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

Chapter 55: Cut off the Dao Heart Today, and Never Seek the Dao Again

Silver sword light lingered around Luo Qingchen's body, and his figure escaped from the mansion. His majestic mind and energy and blood were intertwined, like lightning rushing behind the clouds.

The burly coachman Zhushan accompanied him out of Qingzhou. Zhushan was there when he was proud of the spring breeze, and still there when he was down and out.

But this time, Zhushan may really be gone.

Today, he did not see Zhushan. He just thought that Zhushan was busy with something. When he did not need it, Zhushan could move freely.

Luo Qingchen still remembered that Zhushan had a mistress in Linhua Pavilion in Lin'an Mansion who would visit him every seven days.

He thought that Zhushan was not in the house, maybe he was looking for his concubine to relieve the pressure.

His heart was a little depressed now, and he was focused on killing the dust in his heart, so he didn't notice it. When he realized it, the cold wind in the night was already mixed with a bit of sadness.

With Luo Qingchen's speed, he reached the Qingbo Street intersection in just a short while as he hurried with all his strength.

The sword energy lingered and his speed slowed down. He looked at Qin Qianqiu, who was standing on the chariot at the entrance of the alley, playing with a wine cup, and Wang Qinhe, who was carrying a dragon bone knife.

As if he understood something, Luo Qingchen's eyes trembled and he looked into the distance. A burly body was holding a knife, standing in the cold wind, looking at the direction of the long street where he was running. He had already made no sound.

"Sir, Zhushan cannot accompany you back to Qingzhou."

The whining cold wind of the spring night seems to still carry the echoing words.

Luo Qingchen felt his heart sink. The huge Lin'an rolled up endless darkness and swallowed him up, depriving him of the last person close to him in Lin'an.

Anle, dressed in white, stood beside Zhushan, raised his hand, and gently closed Zhushan's eyes.

He seemed to know Luo Qingchen's arrival and looked calmly.

The burly coachman Zhushan also brought a knife to kill him, in order to give Luo Qingchen a chance to leave Lin'an Mansion safely.

From Zhushankou, Anle also learned that Luo Qingchen rejected Qin Qianqiu's request and did not want to kill him.

As for this moment, what would Luo Qingchen's attitude be when he saw Zhu Shan's death?

If Luo Qingchen really fulfills Qin Qianqiu's wish and wants to avenge Zhushan, Anle will naturally not be his opponent at the moment, but when he grows up in the future, he will naturally not hold back.

However, Luo Qingchen did not take action in anger, nor did he reveal his murderous intentions. He walked step by step and came to Zhushan. Looking at the burly Zhushan corpse, a strong sadness gradually filled his eyes.

"I once said that I wanted you to carry me back to Qingzhou in glory, but I didn't do it..."

A long sigh, filled with guilt, exhaustion, self-blame and other emotions, came from Luo Qingchen's mouth.

Anle took a few steps away and gave up his position to Luo Qingchen.

Silent.

The moonlight shines brightly in the gaps between the trees, and the long street is silent and clear at night.

The cold moonlight accompanied by starlight spread on the streets carrying the cold wind and the smell of blood.

It is quite far from Qingbo Street.

The luxurious carriage is parked quietly.

The horse neighed, and on the roof of the car, two figures stood with cold expressions.

"The coachman failed, and Luo Qingchen is here too. I wonder if Luo Qingchen will take action in anger."

Qin Qianqiu drank the spiritual wine in his cup, and the rich spiritual energy bloomed from his throat along with the wine, but there was no sign of enjoyment on his face.

He didn't care at all about Luo Qingchen's arrival, nor did he care at all about the coachman who had just been forced to die by him.

"Chefu Zhushan has the ability to forge inner elixirs and refine the divine fetal breath, but he was almost crushed."

Although the physical training and god-refining methods practiced by Coachman Zhushan were of the same level, it was a bit surprising for him to be crushed by a larger realm.

In terms of cultivation, Qin Qianqiu's talent is indeed ordinary, not comparable to his cousin Qin Hua'an, the genius of the Qin family who obtained the Little Holy Order by his own strength.

The young man An Le in front of him also crushed Qin Qianqiu.

The frustration brought about by this kind of cultivation genius made Qin Qianqiu feel a little inexplicably annoyed.

Wang Qinhe stood on the roof of the car, the Dragon's Back Sword on his waist emitting a cold light. He did not speak for a long time, and the relaxed and freehand feeling at the beginning had long since disappeared.

The battle in which Anle killed the knife-carrying driver made him wary, and the trump card displayed made him even more horrified.

"The God Refiner is not unworldly, but he can control swords in the air, and even poses a great threat to the internal elixir warriors..."

"This technique reminds me of the description of the secret sword skills left by the Holy Master in the Little Holy Order."

Wang Qinhe said solemnly.

"But, he just got the Little Holy Order yesterday, and today he has already understood the secret method in the Little Holy Order... What kind of talent is this?!"

Wang Qinhe thought carefully, feeling a slight chill in his body and mind.

Is this the terrifying talent of obtaining the Little Holy Order by oneself? !

Wang Qinhe has been studying the secrets of swordsmanship in the Little Holy Order, but he has only scratched the surface of it so far.

A feeling of jealousy and a strong sense of crisis suddenly filled Wang Qinhe's heart.

Maybe soon Anle will be able to challenge him and even defeat him easily.

Such a genius grows so fast!

Qin Qianqiu looked at Wang Qinhe beside him, and could feel the violent fluctuations in his mood. He frowned slightly: "Brother Wang... Do I need to get rid of this young man in advance?"

Wang Qinhe's heart was ups and downs. He closed his eyes to calm down. He opened his eyes again and said seriously: "No need."

"I'm looking forward to him challenging me."

A look of surprise suddenly appeared on Qin Qianqiu's face: "Looking at it today, aren't you worried that he will defeat you when he grows up? If he defeats you, he will step on you to climb up the rankings."

Wang Qinhe took off the Dragon Spine Sword, rubbed the blade covered with dragon scales with his palm, and said softly: "Pressure is the driving force for me to continue to improve. Isn't this the meaning of the Little Saint List?"

"Those who can obtain the Little Holy Order are absolutely extraordinary. Even if they get it with the help of family resources, if their talent is not recognized, the mountain masters will not grant the Little Holy Order."

"No one who gets the Little Holy Order is mediocre!"

"This kind of genius who does not rely on any family resources and has climbed onto the Little Saint List by himself..."

"If I can defeat him openly, my will to practice will be greatly tempered, and my martial arts journey will be smooth."

Wang Qinhe's eyes flashed with fighting spirit, and he swiped his palm across the blade of the blade, as if a low dragon's roar sounded in the night street.

Qin Qianqiu's face was full of confusion and disdain. In his opinion, it is best to get rid of threatening enemies as soon as possible. There is no use in talking about moral principles, and it is even more ridiculous to have sympathy among geniuses.

This is true for Wang Qinhe, and so is his extremely talented cousin.

Qin Qianqiu narrowed his eyes and looked squarely at the young man who refused his solicitation for the first time, because the young man gradually made him feel threatened.

In the distance, Anle was dressed in white, with a green mountain and ink pool suspended beside him. He seemed to sense the eyes coming into the wind, and turned his head to look, his mind drifting with the wind.

Then he saw Qin Qianqiu and Wang Qinhe standing on the roof of the car.

When Wang Qinhe saw An Lewang coming, he grinned. The center of Niwan Palace was boiling, and the sword energy suddenly burst out from the dragon's spine, dazzling in the dark night.

When the Dragon's Back Sword is released, it looks like a long dragon, controlled by the skill of sword control, running across the long street, carrying the sword energy, and rushing towards Anle.

"Xiao Shengbang Wang Qinhe, say hello."

Wang Qinhe stood on the roof of the car and laughed.

The Dragon's Back Sword was slashing with sword energy, and there was no murderous intent involved. The target was not An Le, but the ground beside An Le.

This beheading was just to establish prestige.

Anle watched calmly, and the ink pool and green mountains hanging around him moved slightly.

However, a hand boldly stretched out, and with a clasp of five fingers, the snatched Dragon Back Sword was directly grabbed. The majestic and boiling sword energy on it was directly annihilated, and the mental power attached to the blade was also cut off.

In the distance, Wang Qinhe's face suddenly darkened as he stood on the roof of the car. My knife!

The sword energy stirred up wind and waves, and Luo Qingchen faced Zhu Shan's corpse with an expressionless face, filled with guilt.

He didn't even raise his head, but stretched out his hand to grab the dragon's spine.

Holding the knife, he turned around slowly.

He glanced at An Le: "Although you killed Zhushan, I don't blame you, but your sword was stained with Zhushan's blood after all. I will never forget it. When you reach the fifth realm one day, I will come to find you in an upright manner." You will fight to the death."

"Of course, if there is still a chance."

When Anle heard this, the green mountains and ink pools fell down, the sword was attached to his waist, and he said calmly: "We are waiting."

Luo Qingchen smiled, with a hint of bitterness in his smile: "Since I accepted the East China Sea Dixin Pearl from Qin Xiangfu to wash away the dust in my heart, I can no longer see the way forward. In the eyes of many people, I am no longer worthy of the title. What a genius."

"The dust washed away with foreign objects cannot be washed clean after all, leaving only a smelly smell all over the body."

Luo Qingchen sighed and raised his head. The cold moonlight shone on his cheeks that were gradually getting older.

He is no longer the high-spirited young man who came out of Qingzhou.

But he saw his eyes locked on Qin Qianqiu.

"Young Master Qin, Luo Qingchen has repaid all the gifts given by your house to Luo Qingchen for these years."

"The East China Sea Dixin Bead once helped me wash away the dust in my heart."

"Then I, Luo Qingchen, will cut off my Taoist heart today. From now on, I will no longer pursue the Great Dao. It doesn't matter if I win or lose. I just want to be happy in my heart."

After finishing his words, Luo Qingchen raised his hand and sprayed out a wisp of sword energy, pouring it into the center of his eyebrows.

At this moment, everyone in the long street seemed to hear the sound of something breaking.

Dao's heart is illusory, but Luo Qingchen cuts it with his sword.

Whether he was beheaded or not, no one knew.

When Luo Qingchen said beheaded, he meant beheaded. No one would doubt it.

"The favor has been repaid, so let's ask the debt."

Luo Qingchen's face was pale, but he looked relaxed.

His hair and shirt were flying. He took a step slowly, his figure changed from walking, to running, and finally like lightning behind the clouds, he extended his dragon's spine, like a tidal wave in the river at night, charging towards Qin Qianqiu with murderous intent. .

He brandished his sword at the noble young master of the Qin family who had forced his coachman to death but was still aloof.

The coachman is a small person, and his life is like a feather in the eyes of noble people.

But when it comes to people's hearts, the life of a small person can be more important than a mountain!

The debt of comfort must be settled.

The debt of Qin Qianqiu, the driver who forced him, threatened him, and forced him to die, must also be reckoned!

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