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

In front of Prime Minister Qin's Mansion, silence was like a spring breeze blowing through the long street inside and outside.

Everything happened so suddenly, no one thought that when Qin Qianqiu appeared, he would be frightened by An Le's Haoran sword energy, cut off his spiritual cultivation, and fell to the ground.

Even the powerful practitioners and staff in Prime Minister Qin's Mansion had no time to react, mainly because Qin Qianqiu had the Diamond Bell with him, which was a third-grade Buddhist body-protecting magic weapon of Lanke Temple.

Even Luo Qingchen, who has broken through the fifth realm, can't break through the defense with all his strength. Anle is now only at the double and third realms, how can he break through the Vajra Bell?

But Qin Qianqiu was still robbed. Anle's sword energy actually ignored the diamond bell of Lanke Temple, burning Qin Qianqiu's mind like a bright sun, cutting off the resentment and malice contained in Qin Qianqiu's heart.

It directly damaged Qin Qianqiu's mind and made him fall into a state of refining.

In Prime Minister Qin's Mansion, a powerful spiritual power surged in anger, but it was quickly suppressed.

Exerting the power of the mind in front of the three liberal arts masters was a bit insignificant.

"This is Haoran's sword energy. It was not Young Master An who took the initiative to kill him, but Young Master Qin had evil intentions towards Young Master An and wanted to use dark and evil methods to deal with or even harm Young Master An, so he was killed by Haoran's sword energy. "

Third Master Wang Banshan said calmly.

In words, he is excusing himself for peace and happiness.

An Le was in full view of the public, and inspired a lot of literary and musical monuments. Now the Academy of Literature regards An Le as a real treasure, and wants to hold it in its hands. It even wants An Le to join the Academy, so it is natural to speak for An Le.

Previously, Prime Minister Qin believed that Anle was involved in fraud, and Qin Qianqiu even spread this rumor wantonly in the streets of Lin'an Prefecture. In order to slander Anle, he used everyone's words to make money and destroy his bones to cloud his mind and destroy Anle.

All of this happened because of the jealousy of those Confucian scholars in the Literary Academy's Wenqu List. Naturally, the third wife could no longer let Anle suffer grievances.

The mental power that had risen from the Prime Minister Qin's Mansion was immediately suppressed. The Third Master's mind was like a mountain, making it impossible for that being to rise up.

Imperial Master Zhu Huoxi did not just watch indifferently, but also released his mind, which was as vast as an abyss, causing all the mind and energy in Prime Minister Qin's Mansion to stagnate and be suppressed.

As for the Second Master, his expression was complicated. After all, he had a good relationship with Qin, so he could only choose to watch on the sidelines.

But the mental release of the great master and the third master is enough.

Everyone looked at Young Master Qin who was sitting in front of his mansion with a pale face, with sneers and disdain on their faces.

Obviously, all the gossip circulating in the market that slanders Anle must come from the young master of Qin Prime Minister's Mansion, who is spreading rumors and adding fuel to the flames.

He behaves like a villain, has sinister thoughts, and has a guilty conscience. Only then will his mind be cut off by the awe-inspiring sword energy that shines like the sun.

After Luo Qingchen pinned him down inside the diamond bell last time and beat him like a cow, the young master of the Qin Mansion now had another round of jokes.

In front of his own house, he was frightened out of his courage by An Le's sword, and his dark thoughts were cut away. His spiritual cultivation fell from the worldly realm, and he returned to his womb.

I originally wanted to use rumors and rumors to weaken my peace of mind and hinder the smooth path of peace and happiness.

But instead, he got himself into trouble, and his mind was at a loss. It was really a waste of money, which was extremely ridiculous.

The dignitaries of Lin'an Mansion may have one more thing to talk about after dinner.

Unlike Wang Qinhe who challenged An Le and was defeated by thunder, Wang Qinhe fought openly and honestly, but Qin Qianqiu easily cut through the Lian Shen's state of mind with just one sword energy. The gap was too huge.

But everyone also understands and sees the difference between a true genius and an ordinary practitioner.

On a quiet street.

Anle didn't even look at the embarrassed Qin Qianqiu.

Haoran, what is Haoran?

A sage once said: It is Qi, which is extremely large and strong. If it is nourished directly and does no harm, it will be blocked between heaven and earth.

Haoran is a kind of bright and upright power, which needs to be cultivated with an upright mind. Those who uphold Haoran will have a strong state of mind, just like the sun hanging in the sky. Under the shining, darkness and evil will have nowhere to hide.

Therefore, Anle naturally looked down upon Qin Qianqiu, who had been demoralized by Haoran's sword energy.

It is precisely because of his sneaky thoughts that he will be targeted by Haoran's sword energy.

So what if the other party is Young Master Qin?

Noble status does not necessarily mean integrity and guiltlessness in behavior.

Carrying an empty wine pot and wearing a Qingshan Mochi sword on his waist, the awe-inspiring sword energy dissipated, like a breeze blowing around his body, puffing up the wide sleeves of the young man's white clothes.

Anle chuckled, and the sound echoed along the street, like the gentle spring breeze.

"Those who abandon me will not be able to keep yesterday's day; those who mess up my heart will be troubled today."

"If life is not satisfactory in this world, it will ruin the boat in the Ming Dynasty."

The clothes are flying, like a romantic madman or a free and easy poet.

Step by step, he walked out of the quiet street and stepped onto the long street again.

The onlookers involuntarily turned sideways and made way for him to move forward until the young man disappeared into the crowd.

Everyone knows that after today, Anle will be famous all over the world. He will no longer be famous just for his ink bamboo paintings. His fame will be as famous as the poem the young man recited before.

No one in the world knows you.

"Hahaha, good boy, it's really refreshing."

In the crowd, the old man from Ancestral Temple saw An Le and left calmly. In an almost straightforward way, he declared to the whole world that he could not cheat. It was like a slap on the face of Prime Minister Qin, saying that Prime Minister Qin was blind.

This really makes Zhao Huangting feel happy. This kind of temperament that does not want to bear the burden of gossip and lives with humiliation is really to Zhao Huangting's appetite.

Of course, Zhao Huangting also knew that because of the reliance that Haoran's sword energy brought to Anle, Haoran was extremely strong and yang, and combined with Qingshan's sword energy, he was upright.

In this way, the two forces blended together, which naturally created Anle's temperament that was unwilling to give in easily and was content with the status quo. This was the reason why he drank heartily and uttered three thousand poems, proving himself to be a proud scholar.

If you are willing to compromise and endure the rumors and slanders from all directions, your state of mind will be humiliated, your grandeur will be damaged, and the bright sun will set in the west, and its brilliance will be dim.

If it is serious, it may even cause Haoran's sword energy to collapse and disappear, and Qingshan to be lost.

Zhao Huangting had not yet left. He laughed unbridled on the spot and waited for a long time to see the subsequent reaction of Qin Xiangfu.

Although the senior masters and third masters of the Academy of Arts took action to suppress the minds of the powerful practitioners in Prime Minister Qin's mansion, Prime Minister Qin's attitude was the most important.

Therefore, Zhao Huangting still stays here because he is planning to handle some things for Anle.

If Qin Xiangping really cut down Qin Qianqiu's spiritual cultivation because of Anle Haoran's sword energy, and wants to use this to punish him, then Zhao Huangting will tell Qin Lishi why the flowers are so red.

However, after waiting for a long time, Prime Minister Qin still did not show any expression, as if he had suffered the loss in silence.

Maybe he didn't want to get into trouble with the Academy of Arts, or maybe he really couldn't lose face.

Qin Qianqiu's mind was cut off and his cultivation level declined. It was entirely due to his own fault. It was already a joke. If Qin Xiang continued to pursue this matter, it would only increase the number of jokes.

Let's not talk about whether we can capture An Le, who is jointly guaranteed by the Academy of Arts and the Lin Mansion. After all, the nature of An Le's arrest has changed now, and it is no longer because of the fraud case.

If it is a fraud case, because it involves serious matters, and it is in the name of the Great Zhao Dynasty, even if the Academy of Literature and the Lin Mansion want to protect Bao Le, it will be difficult to expose it. But now, Qin Xiang sent Qin Qianqiu to apologize and make his attitude clear.

If he continues to arrest An Le, it is purely a personal grudge, and the Lin Mansion will naturally fight to the end.

Therefore, Prime Minister Qin gave up and had no choice but to suffer today's dumb loss.

In front of Prime Minister Qin's Mansion, all the forces saw that the matter was settled and retreated no longer.

Zhao Huangting laughed and left. Mrs. Hua was as happy as a spring breeze and smiled brightly. She also asked people to drive the chariot and left in front of Prime Minister Qin's Mansion.

Cao Fu, the young minister of Dali Temple, looked towards the direction where An Le left, and was extremely surprised. He never thought that the young man could break the game in this way, and actually break the game successfully.

Qin Xiang said that Anle involves fraud, which is a disaster like a thunderbolt for any Chunwei scholar, and he will definitely end up in the prison of Dali Temple.

At that time, all kinds of methods may appear when the enemy is defeated.

Cao Fu knew this very well, so he understood how difficult it was to break the situation Anle, but the young man just walked to the Prime Minister Qin's house and asked for a table, a chair, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and he completed the break.

"Don't be afraid of your bones being shattered into pieces. You want to leave your innocence in the world, so that we can be safe."

Cao Fu laughed and was quite interested in Anle.

Compared with those Confucian scholars who were jealous of talented people in the literature and music list of the Academy of Arts, Anle, a scholar who was full of lofty spirit, upright, never bowed his eyebrows, and did not compromise, was really a breath of fresh air.

If you have the chance, you must have a good drink with Anle.

Afterwards, Cao Fu clasped his fists in the direction of Qin Prime Minister's Mansion, walked towards the three lost Confucian scholars, and began to sort out the poetry manuscripts on the ground.

These pens, inks, paper and inkstones were all provided by him, and these poems and poems were all his.

Cao Fu picked up a page of poems and looked at the commendable verses, a flash of doubt flashed in his mind.

Are these poems really copied?

But in fact, it doesn't matter whether it was copied or not. Poetry is just a weapon and means for Anle to break the shackles. Even if it is copied, it is unusual for it to attract the awe-inspiring atmosphere on the Wenqu stele.

After putting away these poems, Cao Fu couldn't help but feel a smile on his face.

Some dignitaries watching the excitement also noticed these poetry manuscripts and walked over one after another, wanting to ask Cao Fu for one or two manuscripts.

How could Cao Fu be willing? Even though these dignitaries were of extraordinary status, Cao Fu had a thief-capturing knife on his waist and was very powerful and confident in rejecting them one by one.

Until Diao Si appeared in black clothes, Cao Fu's face suddenly collapsed.

This Tong Diao Si is a famous person next to the Holy Emperor. Coming to ask for poem manuscripts means that the person in Tianxuan Palace is also paying attention to this matter. These poem manuscripts cannot be saved.

When many powerful people saw this, they did not dare to ask for it anymore.

Sure enough, Tong Diao Temple took away the manuscript and left only one page for Cao Fu.

Cao Fu's heart was bleeding, but he could only sigh.

However, fortunately, some well-informed literati and poets memorized most of the poems. After going back and sorting them out, they could form a collection of Anjia poems and spread them throughout Lin'an.

Anle left Jingjie with a peaceful mind. The awe-inspiring sword energy in his body slowly dissipated, completely eliminated, and restrained within his body.

He never returned to the small courtyard on Taimiao Street, but came all the way to the West Lake.

Wearing white clothes and wearing two swords at the waist, we walked along the long embankment of the West Lake, with the gentle spring breeze and the warm sun caressing our bodies.

Ping'an is looking for a new place to see the blue sky, and it suddenly becomes far away.

The beautiful scenery of the West Lake cultivates the sentiment, and the happy and joyful mood gradually calms down. In the Niwan Palace of the eyebrows, the sword energy in the sword furnace is sonorous, and a majestic mind is constantly brewing.

Today, he proved his innocence in front of the Prime Minister Qin's residence, and recited thousands of poems. Every time he recited a poem, he vaguely connected with the figure of Haoran in the Wenqu Monument. Perhaps it was the resonance caused by the style and interest of the poem.

In the world, the wind and the wind always come to an end.

This was indeed a bit beyond Anle's expectations. Anle originally intended to prove his innocence with his own Haoran sword energy, but he never thought that he would attract Haoran in the Wenqu Monument.

Perhaps it was because of this behavior, he spoke his mind directly, had a clear conscience, and proved his innocence. Haoran's sword energy was strengthened by this person, and Anle mastered more.

The connection between him and Qingshan has also been improved a lot. He seems to be closer to Qingshan in Qingshan.

He who was at the foot of the mountain may one day really set foot on Qingshan and climb up.

But this time the harvest is not just that.

The changes in the body and blood are not big, but the upgrade of the ink pool is not mentioned for the time being, but the mind is strengthened because of this, and there is a vague sense of breakthrough.

If it was not possible before, of course, but after Daoguo transformed into a genius of the ages, although he had not been blessed with any time energy, he still had an essential improvement from the ancient times to the eternal ages.

Therefore, the transformation of the innate Daoguo made Anle's mind grow directly this time.

The scenery of West Lake is beautiful and refreshing.

Suddenly, there were ripples in the lake, and a small boat slowly came. On the boat, Fairy Yunrou, wearing a light veil, rested her legs on the Jiaowei Guqin, and looked at Anle with a smile.

Her slender white fingers gently plucked the strings of the qin, and the sound of the qin lingered.

"Mr. An, please."

Fairy Yunrou said.

Anle clasped his fists and bowed, and then the sword energy lingered around him, and his figure floated up, lightly touched a few ripples on the surface of West Lake, and landed on the boat.

The two sat opposite each other, the sound of the qin sounded slowly, and the water of West Lake rippled lightly, as if playing a song for it.

Anle sat in the boat, closed his eyes, listened to the music, and his mind became more peaceful. The sword energy of the sword furnace in his brows was clanging, and the vague shadow of his soul seemed to open his eyes and began to transform.

Fairy Yunrou glanced at Anle, and a trace of surprise and amazement appeared in her eyes.

Although she could not see through Anle's cultivation because of the green mountains, she could feel the fluctuations of Anle's mind at the moment, which was a sign of breakthrough.

Anle's mind might be concentrating on his soul.

Without saying anything to disturb him, today's events had already disturbed the Lin'an Prefecture. Anle stopped in front of Qin Xiangfu, drank and recited three thousand poems, and proved his innocence. The news was also spread.

She wanted to ask, but now that she saw Anle wanted to break through, she played the piano with all her strength.

Her mind was intertwined with the music of the piano, and Fairy Yunrou also felt the pride, righteousness, uprightness and unyielding qualities of the young man.

It is very different from her and the flower boat people.

Watching the world of mortals, this is also a unique experience.

The sound of the zither is repeated three times, and then changed again, and the strings are played, ups and downs, as if walking in the world of mortals, leisurely in the world of mortals, heroic and free.

Willows sway in the wind by the West Lake.

Li Youan and Zhao Huangting stood quietly under the willows, with strange faces.

"I was worried about this kid's mood, but I never thought that he would come to the West Lake to listen to music. It's really a waste of my thoughts." Zhao Huangting looked at the boating and couldn't help laughing and crying.

"The Sixth Mountain Lord's mortal song is used to calm the mind and stabilize the mind, so as to break through. It's good."

"The Haoran sword energy is emerging from his body. Haoran was previously drunk by Qingshan, and he actually melted Qingshan's sword energy and transformed it into an extraordinary power, but it tests the character of the sword holder. Haoran's sword energy is bright and upright, as bright as the sun. It needs to be nurtured with integrity, unyielding, proud and benevolent morality. If you slack off a little, it will wither like a dead flower."

Li Youan said softly: "This is a difficult road to walk."

"But this is a road that can be climbed, and it may be a road to break through the ten realms." Zhao Huangting said with a smile, admiring and looking at the boy boating on the lake with satisfaction.

"The road to the ten realms is long, how can we say that he can step into the ten realms now?"

Li Youan shook his head, not too sure and optimistic.

"He has been tempered too little, and has too little knowledge of the world. There are too many injustices and frustrations in this world. With the sword of Haoran, the injustices he sees will come one after another. In Lin'an, injustice is everywhere, let alone the world."

"Faced with waves of injustices, it is still unknown whether he can continue to uphold his original intention."

"Too many people's spirits have been worn away and their fighting spirit has been worn away after seeing so much injustice"

Li Youan shook his head.

"Let's not talk about anything else. The Canglang River that blocks Yuan Meng is the biggest injustice, and it has pent up the spirit of many practitioners."

"Since he holds the Haoran sword energy, he will definitely collide with it."

"The Haoran sword energy in his hand can cut off this river and all the injustice."

Hearing this, Zhao Huangting smiled and said, "Then wait until we hit the river and cut off all the injustice. Before that, I will take him across the river to see the former Middle-earth land and the former Fenghua mountains and rivers, so that he will know how beautiful our Middle-earth is."

"I don't have much time to choose the next sword holder for Qingshan. I am happy in my heart, and I am happy to see Qingshan melt into Haoran."

"I can't be considered his teacher. The little girl Hua Jiebing lit a green lamp for him on the road of cultivation, so I will clear some fog for him, so that his Haoran sword energy and the direction of the sword will have a direction."

After the words fell, Zhao Huangting stopped talking, smiled and turned around, his wide sleeves and white clothes swaying in the wind.

Li Youan was stunned, and then his expression became extremely complicated.

"You'an is gone, don't be in a daze. I'll treat you to a drink of Yanchunli's old rice wine. I've drank countless fine wines, but the rice wine still has the taste. According to the boy, the wine contains the smoke of human beings, which is very pleasant. "

The old man's words came from the blowing willow branches.

Li Youan smiled and stepped to follow.

Above the West Lake.

The sound of the flat boat is heard from the piano.

Wait until the setting sun illuminates the ripples.

On the boat, Anle raised his hand and placed it between his eyebrows. Between his eyebrows, the sword furnace clanged, and the sword light flourished.

Fairy Yunrou, who was playing music, suddenly stopped playing and pressed her palms on the Jiaowei Guqin. The music sounded suddenly, and her eyes were full of shock and exclamation.

The surrounding lake water suddenly exploded, like a downpour, and the falling rainwater was filled with the cold sword energy, like a falling sword waterfall.

Anle opened his eyes and looked at the thousands of sword waterfalls.

The corners of his lips twitched.

In the sword furnace between the eyebrows, on top of the embryo of the Heart God Sword, a figure of a small man sitting on the sword embryo is no longer a shadow, but has completely condensed into shape.

Countless falling lake waters intertwined and gathered behind him to form a water figure.

The water man sits cross-legged on the West Lake, reflecting the setting sun in the west. The light is refracted and the golden light shines, like a gorgeous golden body.

This day.

Peace of mind transcends transcendence into the soul

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"Brother Shen"

"Um"

When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who it is.

There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.

To this.

Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.

It can be said.

Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.

The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.

Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.

Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.

Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.

Possessing the memory of a previous life.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.

Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.

At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.

Enter the attic.

The environment changes in vain.

The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.

There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.