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

The stars are arrayed, the night is bright and deep, and the lone lamp on the rocky point is still dark.

The night gets darker and darker, and the wind that blows seems to be filled with chills.

A dispute among practitioners caused the people around to hide in their homes, not daring to light lamps or speak loudly, for fear of disturbing the fight and being affected.

At the intersection of Qingbo Street, Anle stood there and looked up, wearing two swords from Qingshan Mochi on his waist. He was bathed in the cold moonlight and stars, and his handsome face added a touch of enchantment.

But at this moment, the brilliance of the entire long street was gathered by the man in Confucian robes with one knife.

Anle looked at it seriously and felt a bit of admiration in his heart.

Luo Qingchen raised his sword to cut off the Taoist heart. From then on, he did not seek the avenue, but sought pleasure. This was an amazing courage.

The heart of the Tao is the gathering of a person's faith, spirit, will, etc. in pursuing the Tao. Once it is cut off, it will not only cut off the heart of the Tao, but also the road to the future.

Perhaps, with this cut, Luo Qingchen's cultivation will stop here forever and he will no longer improve.

Anle was amazed by this courage.

It is said that when an ordinary man is angry, blood will be scattered five steps, but if a scholar is angry, he will act with the same freedom and decisiveness.

Luo Qingchen was so angry at the death of the coachman that he killed Dao Xin. He even borrowed the favor of Qin Xiangfu to cleanse Dao Xin with the East China Sea Dixin Bead, and then raised his sword to kill Qin Qianqiu without shame.

Gratitude and resentment are clearly defined!

He was not dazzled by hatred, so he picked up the long knife and killed Anle, because Luo Qingchen knew that Anle was also a victim, and the real instigator was Qin Qianqiu.

If he raises his sword towards peace, the wish of the messenger will be fulfilled.

Every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner. Wherever the sword is directed, it is the creditor who is being sought!

Although Luo Qingchen may not be able to survive after wielding the sword this time, this Qingzhou genius who once made a name for himself in Lin'an may become famous in Lin'an again tonight!

After Luo Qingchen cut off his Taoist heart, his body suddenly glowed with the peak of his talent!

All this happened so fast, Qin Qianqiu was even in a state of confusion, when the sharp knife energy cut the skin, bringing the meaning of death.

Qin Qianqiu finally understood, and there was endless anger and a trace of fear in his eyes!

"presumptuous!"

"The following guilty!"

"Luo Qingchen, you are crazy!"

Qin Qianqiu roared and scolded him on the chariot.

Wang Qinhe beside him felt his scalp numb. Luo Qingchen had already broken through the fifth realm, which was beyond his ability to resist.

Wang Qinhe was depressed. He was just trying to show off his prestige to An Le, his future opponent, but he never thought that before he could show off his prestige, the Dragon's Back Sword would be obtained by Luo Qingchen, who in turn would help kill Qin Qianqiu.

The sword of Dragon Backbone seemed to be revived in the hands of Luo Qingchen, a former genius, and the sword's clanging light was extremely sharp!

Just one mile away, Luo Qingchen ran faster and faster, his sword energy, saber energy, and mind formed a tornado!

Qin Qianqiu's heart trembled. He never thought that Luo Qingchen would be so crazy about a coachman!

Dragons have the madness of reverse scale touch, and so do humans.

In Lin'an, Coachman Zhushan was the only person close to Luo Qingchen. Now that he was forced to death by Qin Qianqiu, how could Luo Qingchen not be angry!

"Luo Qingchen, you are seeking death!"

Qin Qianqiu's face also turned cold and calm. After experiencing the initial shock and fear, what was left was anger. As for his own safety, he was not too worried.

After all, he is the young master of Qin Mansion, the son whom Prime Minister Qin loves and cherishes the most.

Although his talent is mediocre, he is protected by the powerful Yuan Shen Qi machine, and he has many self-defense magic weapons!

Luo Qingchen could not threaten him.

The majestic spiritual energy, blood, sword energy, and knife energy roared together, gathering together on Qingbo Street in the dark night, like an angry dragon rushing out of the waves.

Luo Qingchen held the dragon's spine of the sword in his hand, like the head of an angry dragon, constantly approaching!

In the distance, An Optimus' heart was surging, and he was also a bit shocked. This was Luo Qingchen's full strength. The fiery energy and blood, and the majestic mind were definitely not comparable to what he is today!

This night.

In Prime Minister Qin's Mansion, a majestic mind suddenly came to life, and a thought seemed to make the stars tremble.

The soul of a strong man in the seventh realm of refining the gods rolled out and spread across it in an instant.

"Be bold!"

The soul trembled, forming a strong scolding magical power!

However, Luo Qingchen's expression did not change, he dragged the knife and continued to charge forward, and he was already approaching in an instant.

On the chariot, Qin Qianqiu's body's energy and blood were intertwined and bursting out, and his mind was surging. Even with the stacks of many heavenly materials and earthly treasures, with his talent, he had only reached the fifth realm of body training and the third realm of god refining.

And this is already his limit, and it is also the limit of those with mediocre talents.

"You are favored by my Qin Mansion. How can you explain it clearly by just cutting off the Taoist heart?"

"A dog that bites its owner is a vicious dog and must be beaten to death!"

Qin Qianqiu maintained the composure of the superior and spoke coldly. The next moment, the protective magic weapon was activated, and the shadow of a golden ancient clock enveloped his body.

This is the third-grade body-protecting magic weapon of Lanke Temple, the Vajra Bell!

At the same time, the soul of the powerful protector came across in an instant, and when he raised his hand, his mind turned into a wall.

However, Qin Qianqiu's powerful protector Yuanshen suddenly showed fear and suddenly raised his head to look at the night sky.

There seemed to be a lonely and independent figure standing on the bright moon. He flicked out a wisp of sword energy and sprinkled it down, and the wall of his mind suddenly collapsed.

"Li Youan!"

In Prime Minister Qin's Mansion, an unbelievable voice rose into the sky, completely shattering the silence of Lin'an Mansion.

With this shout of surprise, all the tyrannical spirits in Lin'an Mansion surged, as if just one name was enough to set off a surge in Lin'an.

On the long street, Luo Qingchen was stunned... Li Youan?

But he quickly came to his senses, seized this opportunity, and threw the Dragon's Back Sword violently. The Dragon's Spine Sword crossed like a bolt of lightning and hit the Vajra Bell.

when--

In the silent night of Lin'an, the sound of the ancient bells is ringing endlessly!

The dragon's spine knife was bounced away, and the luxurious chariot underneath Qin Qianqiu exploded instantly, sending countless sawdust flying everywhere.

Qin Qianqiu, who was wrapped in the diamond bell, was knocked several meters away and hit the ground, smashed to pieces.

Luo Qingchen was already approaching, and the silver sword light in his hand suddenly slashed down, facing Qin Qianqiu, who was wrapped in the diamond bell, and kept pulling it away.

Every time the diamond bell rings, it means that Qin Qianqiu has been whipped once.

The third-grade Buddhist body-protecting magic weapon... is really expensive, smelly and hard.

Luo Qingchen really couldn't break it, but it didn't matter if it couldn't be broken. He kept beating the diamond bell like this. Every time he hit it, Qin Qianqiu's face turned pale. That was the impact on the mind that controlled the diamond bell.

This kind of magic weapon is too difficult to control for Qin Qianqiu's mind, which is worthy of the third realm of refining gods.

When they got to the back, Luo Qingchen even rode on the ancient bell himself. With his energy and blood surging, he punched the bell.

This may be Qin Qianqiu's unprecedented moment of humiliation.

He was like a dead dog being ridden on his body, pinned to the ground and beaten and punched constantly.

Luo Qingchen hit his fists and his fists were blurred with blood. Qin Qianqiu inside the diamond bell also had bleeding from his mouth and nose, and his mind was weak. Seeing that Qin Qianqiu, who was protected by a third-grade magic weapon, could not be beaten, he stood up suddenly.

He kicked him again out of anger, followed by a muffled bell, and quickly retreated.

The spirit of the powerful man at the seventh realm of refining the gods suddenly dropped, wanting to capture Luo Qingchen.

However, the standing figure of Yuehua flicked a ray of sword energy again, and Qin Qianqiu's protector's mind collapsed again.

Luo Qingchen took this opportunity to roll up his sword and evacuate quickly.

On Qingbo Street, Luo Qingchen dusted off his clothes, returned to An Le's side, clasped his fists towards An Le and bowed: "Mr. An, see you later."

"I hope your promise and mine can be fulfilled."

Luo Qingchen said.

Anle, dressed in white, also cupped his fists and bowed, solemnly saying: "We are waiting, take care."

Luo Qingchen walked to the corpse of coachman Zhushan, carried the burly corpse on his back, looked up at the figure who seemed to be standing on the bright moon, with complicated eyes.

"Thank you."

Luo Qingchen said.

Above the moonlight, the legendary number one scholar Li Youan said calmly: "Look, even the Seventh Level of God Refining can't withstand my sword energy. Why have you persisted and wasted more than ten years?"

Luo Qingchen was dumbfounded, and then laughed: "I was the one who got caught."

"It's a pity that I understood it too late."

"When the heroic spirit came out of Qingzhou, ten years in Lin'an were wasted..."

"gone."

Luo Qingchen's laughter shook the long street. At this moment, he had a clear idea, but he didn't know whether it was because of cutting off the Taoist heart or because of Li Youan's words.

After returning from the sea, I am crouching down with a book, but my life's pride has not been completely wiped out!

Luo Qingchen jumped up and galloped towards the outside of Lin'an Mansion.

The powerful men from Qin Xiangfu have already arrived.

Above the moonlight, Li Youan chuckled: "I am very happy to watch you kill Dao Xin today with your courage. I will give you a ride. If you are willing, you can join our army and start as a vanguard. The position of general will be yours." Keep."

After finishing speaking, Li Youan made a light stroke.

The sword energy is like a river tide, spanning the sky above Lin'an Mansion.

Blocking the stars in the sky, he also blocked all the strong men chasing from Qin Xiang's mansion.

In the Prime Minister Qin's Mansion, there was a man with a strong mind as if he was shooting for the stars, sighing faintly: "General Li, Luo Qingchen hurt the young master. This is a serious crime. Do you really want to protect this person?"

Li Youan is sitting upright behind the tide of Jiang Qi, his plain clothes like flying snow.

"Isn't Young Master Qin dead? He just suffered some skin trauma. Young Master Qin has killed many people in recent years. I have also heard about it in the army. If we want to judge the crime, Young Master Qin will be blamed for nine deaths."

The indifferent voice was a bit ethereal.

The people in the Prime Minister's Mansion were suddenly speechless. They sighed again and stopped talking.

There were too many things involved behind Li Youan's return to Lin'an, and he couldn't afford to offend him at first sight.

Qingbo Street became quiet.

An Le looked at Luo Qingchen who was laughing and leaving, with a smile on his lips.

He walked to the roadside, picked up the old rice wine, picked up the beef wrapped in oil paper, bathed in the stars and moonlight, wore a green mountain ink pond on his waist, and headed towards the yard.

As for the wailing Qin Qianqiu who was beaten in the distance, and Wang Qinhe who silently picked up the Dragon's Back Sword, they never took another look.

Stepping on the bluestone road, the cool night wind blew slowly in your face.

When you set foot on Taimiao Lane, your steps are hesitant.

But in front of the closed door of the courtyard, there were two figures talking and laughing.

One is the old man from the Ancestral Temple holding a bamboo stick.

The other person was Li Youan, the legendary number one scholar who had just blocked half of Lin'an with his sword energy like a river tide.

Anle looked at the two of them and couldn't help but weigh the old yellow wine in his hands.

Tonight, this pot of wine may not be enough.