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

The pearly light of sword energy rises from the sky, and the green mountains and white clouds are as quiet as the deep.

A flash of sword energy suddenly burst out from the cliff and poured into the sky, like a bright beam of light that tore a hole in the dusk clouds in the sky and descended.

Welcoming guests to Panasonic, Li Youan's Confucian shirt rustled as it was blown by the mountain wind. His eyes were staring at the sword energy rising into the sky, vaguely filled with astonishment.

I thought Anle was going to fail. After all, I sat on the cliff for a day and a night without any movement. Doesn't this mean that the enlightenment has failed?

Of course, Li Youan did not find it strange that Anle failed to comprehend. It was normal for the sword energy left by the Saint Master to fail to comprehend. After all, in these years, many geniuses he brought had failed to comprehend. success.

Although Li Youan was very curious about the future sword energy left by the Saint Master, and whether he could really see the future, he had no chance to see it, so he had no other way.

As the holy master said, when the fate comes, you will naturally be able to realize it.

But today, Li Youan discovered the turbulent sword energy in Anle.

Can the Yuanshen enter the cliff?

These are things that Li Youan has never noticed before. He had previously used his understanding to observe the sword energy paintings on the cliff, and through observation, he had mastered the two sword energy taught by the holy master.

"The future cannot be glimpsed, because the future has not happened yet, it is full of haze, and everything is possible."

"Those who can see into the future must have something special."

"Perhaps this boy is the destined person that the Holy Master said?"

Li Youan's Confucian shirt was stained with the water vapor on the mountain peak, but his eyes became brighter and brighter, sweeping away the previous loss and helplessness, bringing with him a little excitement and a little anticipation.

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Anle looked at the cliff, which was extremely smooth. At first, it seemed like there was nothing and he couldn't sense anything.

However, for him, who silently observed the bamboo grid in the Wenxin Forest and realized the bamboo in his mind, it was not difficult to stare at a cliff.

However, after looking at it for only half a day, Anle felt that an ink bamboo picture seemed to emerge on the cliff. The ink bamboo picture drawn by Jian Qi was exactly the same as the ink bamboo he drew.

Anle was shocked. He had not painted on this cliff. How could a painting appear?

If you look closely at the paintings, you will see that the flowing strokes of the brush, the pleasure of splashing ink, and the pauses in the leaves are all exactly the same as his brushwork.

Even the most powerful painter in the world cannot imitate such a similar painting, as if it was painted by him in the future.

After figuring this out, Anle could only feel his mind tremble. In the Niwan Palace, the sword furnace was clanging, and a sword energy was in the cliff, seeming to attract his heart sword in the Niwan Palace.

Yuan Shen couldn't help but fly out of Niwan Palace and float towards the cliff.

The soul is like Anle's second body, everything you see and touch is the same as yourself.

The moment he touched the cliff, his soul spread into the cliff.

In front of An Le's eyes, there was only a vast expanse of white, as if he had been pressed into rice paper. From three dimensions to two dimensions, everything was white, as if he were standing in an endless snowfield, with the sky and the earth covered in white snow.

Anle was very calm. His soul was sitting cross-legged, using the Sword Waterfall as its foundation to stabilize his mind and prevent his soul from being shattered by the impact of the boundless whiteness.

Suddenly, in the endless white space, a sword energy quickly passed by.

Like a gust of wind, invisible and without a trace.

Anle looked over and couldn't capture the disappearing sword energy at all, but he knew that this sword energy was the future sword energy that Li Youan said.

The Holy Master left behind three sword energies in the cliff: past, present and future.

Li Youan understood the past sword and the present sword, but he could not comprehend the remaining future sword. He could not comprehend it, so he gave this opportunity away. He brought many people to try to comprehend it, but they all failed.

The future cannot be glimpsed, because the future is still unknown and everything has never happened.

Even if a monster like Li Youan sees the existence of the Holy Master, he will not be able to control the sword energy of the future.

Anle is now at a cliff. He feels this sword energy, but can he master it?

Is he qualified to master it?

The future is ethereal and invisible. Is it something that mortals can peep into?

Anle asked three questions in his mind.

He can see the light curtain, and the light curtain can see the energy of time, but the energy of time... represents the past.

He doesn't know whether he can control the future.

But gradually, Anle's eyes became firmer, and an invincible force condensed in his body seemed to appear around Yuanshen at this moment, turning into a white python entrenched, facing the vast white sky and earth, slowly opening Opened his mouth.

He wants to take the path of invincibility and create a miracle that is more legendary than the one created by Li Youan. Then this miracle starts with controlling the sword energy of the future.

A feeling of anger surged up.

He began to stare at the white sky and earth, hoping to see the invisible sword energy.

Although he could feel the sword energy constantly moving around in front of his eyes, he couldn't catch it.

Suddenly, Anle remembered the ink bamboo painting before entering the cliff. The future sword energy captured the picture of the future. Could the ink bamboo painting be a painting he made in the future?

If this was really the case, Anle couldn't help but have an idea in her mind.

The power of the soul in the soul began to be released bit by bit, like a thick ink in the white sky and earth.

The thick ink is smudged, and under the pull of the mind, it seems like a painter is splashing ink to paint.

Anle suddenly found that a touch of sword energy began to dominate his mind, like the tip of a brush touching the white paper.

The mind is the ink, the sword energy is the pen, painting in the vast white sky and earth.

Anle's mind began to paint along with the sword energy.

The mind was like ink, and the painting appeared.

The painting was about the future.

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Between heaven and earth, a dark cloud suddenly came.

Standing beside the welcoming pine on Fusong Mountain, Li Youan suddenly raised his head, a strong mind blossomed between his eyebrows, endless starlight emerged, and the sword appeared around him at a high speed.

"Future sword energy, peek into the future, disrupt the heavenly secrets..."

"The sky changes! The mountains and rivers are in chaos!"

Li Youan took a deep breath, his Confucian robe bulged, and his eyes bloomed with sparkling brilliance.

His gaze suddenly turned and fell on the young man in white sitting cross-legged in front of the cliff.

The young man closed his eyes, and the Niwan Palace between his eyebrows opened wide. His soul had already walked out and entered the cliff, and above the cliff, a white light blossomed, but in the endless white, a little ink color emerged!

It was like a curtain was opened, and the landscape painting appeared.

Li Youan's hands behind his back suddenly clenched into fists, and the starry sky around him suddenly trembled, emitting a clear sword chant.

The sound of the sword chant went straight into the sky, echoing between the cold mountains with smoke.

His eyes were fixed on the ink color on the cliff, watching the gradually emerging picture scroll.

Gradually, he lost his mind.

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On the cliff, the ink color was smudged, as if it was a black misty rain.

Then a picture appeared, on the rushing river, warships roared, strong men crossed, arrows rained across the sky, waves were surging, and a war was about to begin!

The Yuanmeng cavalry crossed the river and broke through the defense line of the river. Countless generals of the Great Zhao rushed into the sky and fought with them. The ink-colored blood dyed the sky black, the river black, and the battlefield black.

However, the army drove straight in, burning, killing, looting, and the smoke of war was everywhere.

There was a big city that was surrounded by the Yuan and Mongolian army. The generals defending the city fought to the death. The sun and moon formed by the ink color kept changing, representing the passing of time. However, the city was like an isolated city, with no reinforcements, no food, and no rescue...

The general with messy hair standing on the top of the city, drew his sword and looked around with a confused heart, crying and bursting his meridians, and cut his throat on the city tower. Finally, the city gate opened.

The black and white scroll, with ink stains flying, seemed to be bursting with blood. Through the scroll, one could feel the despair of being isolated and helpless.

The city was broken, and the Yuan and Mongolian army marched straight in. The city passes were broken one after another, burning, killing, looting, and the mountains and rivers were broken, and the earth cracked and the sky collapsed!

The black clouds pressed down on the city and wanted to destroy it. In the ink-stained halo, the city defenders abandoned the city and fled one after another. The prosperous Jiangnan area, which had been prosperous for 500 years, could not form an effective defense at all.

The land south of the Yangtze River was trampled in the same way.

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The ink-colored picture keeps changing, showing one scene after another of the ruined Jiangnan.

There are strong men who keep ascending to the sky and fighting with the Yuan and Mongolian strongmen, which is a moving story, but in the end they are just desperate resistance.

After five hundred years of prosperity, the temple with thousands of holes finally collapsed like a mountain pass in the sand pile.

At the end of the picture, the warships are swaying in the endless East China Sea. After the East China Sea dragons surrendered to the Yuan and Mongolian Empire, they fought out of the vast sea and set off a storm.

On the warship, a minister was angry and slashed the dragon with a sword, and the dragon blood stained the wind and rain and splashed on the ship.

The minister who slashed the East China Sea dragon threw away the sword, carried the young emperor on his back, and held the jade seal.

Jumped into the sea and died.

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I don’t know when, a violent rainstorm fell from the sky, and the big raindrops hit Li Youan’s body and wet his Confucian shirt.

He stared at the cliff in a daze, watching the constantly changing scenes on the cliff, a sense of sadness spread from his chest, across his heart.

Is that the future?

Is it the future of the country?

Even a powerful being like Li Youan, seeing the future, felt that the sky was falling and the earth was collapsing, and his mind suffered an unprecedented shock.

The prosperous dream of five hundred years of migration to the south, the final ending, still did not escape.

The first emperor of the Yuan Dynasty in the world, finally trampled everything with his iron cavalry.

Li Youan was full of melancholy, and for the first time he felt confused when he drew his sword.

No wonder he could observe the sword energy of the past and control the sword energy of the present, but he could never understand the sword energy of the future, because he could never believe the real future.

The future is unknown, but if it really appears in front of them, it is cruel and unbelievable to some people.

The heavy rain kept falling, washing the mud in the mountains, and the welcoming pine seemed to be broken at the waist. Li Youan's Confucian shirt was completely soaked close to his body, and the whole person seemed to have lost his sharpness.

Suddenly, Li Youan looked at the cliff that had frozen the picture again.

But he saw a sword light suddenly appear on the cliff, cutting through it, and the picture was split in two.

The ink-like picture began to rewind as fast as lightning, and each time it rewinded, it would be cut by a sword.

Li Youan's eyes became brighter and brighter, and his mind was full. He rushed between the mountains, forming a hurricane that roared through the forest.

There were dozens of cold mountains in the rainstorm, and the monsters and goblins in the mountains were all trembling and crawling, gathering their demonic energy, and dared not wreak havoc.

When the picture was completely restored, he saw a young man standing on the top of the mountain, his clothes fluttering, grabbing a sword, capturing a touch of sword energy, and taking charge of the future!

In an instant, it was like a fast flow of electricity behind the clouds, and the blue lightning tore through the evening clouds.

Li Youan's heart was moved, and his eyes showed a look of sudden realization.

"Only those who control the sword energy of the future can change the future?"

"Just like those who hold a pen to paint can draw a new sky."

Li Youan murmured.

It turns out that the destined person mentioned by the Saint Master is actually like this, but even if he masters the sword energy of the future, how can he change this cruel future?

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at the same time.

When the sky changes drastically, the whole world seems to be vaguely aware of it.

Lin'an Mansion.

Inside Tianxuan Palace.

The figure sitting on the throne slowly opened his eyes, and a majestic aura filled the air. Although there was a hint of twilight, it was still brilliant.

Tong Diao Si, who was standing next to him, also looked in disbelief. Looking at the changing sky in the cold mountains in the distance, he was shocked.

what is that? !

The figure sitting on the throne slowly stood up and took three steps forward, his eyes shining.

"That is the sword energy left by the Holy Master in the human world."

"Someone has mastered this sword energy."

Ancestral Temple.

Zhao Huangting, who had just returned to the Ancestral Temple, was sitting in a rocking chair with his eyes slightly closed. The rocking chair creaked, and wisps of twilight energy lingered on his face and body.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, stood up from the rocking chair, held his bamboo stick, and walked to the window. He raised his eyes and looked at the changes in the sky in the distance and the sword energy soaring into the sky. There was a look in his eyes that he didn't know whether it was a sigh or a sigh of relief. Emotions.

Behind him are many spiritual tablets on the Ancestral Temple.

The old figure stood in front of the memorial tablet, reflecting the dim lights, which was incompatible with the dreamlike prosperity of Lin'an Mansion.

Literary Academy.

The three masters all left the thatched cottage, crossed Wenxinlin in the breeze, and appeared in front of Beilu.

On the Wenqu stele, there was a mighty surge, but it never burst out.

The three masters looked at each other, their eyes looking towards the Endless Cold Mountain, and they could see that the celestial phenomena at the Cold Mountain were all trembling slightly.

"The Holy Master's sword spirit remains in the world."

"Who could be able to master this sword energy?"

Martial Arts Temple.

On the thick chain next to Wu Kuishi.

Wu Kui Di Zang, wearing a bronze mask and disheveled hair, sat on it, with Wu Kui Shi beside him, looking into the distance, with a Zhaozu Dragon-Slaying Sword lying across his knees, stroking it gently.

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At this moment.

The whole world seemed to be slightly shaken.

There are Taoists in Zhenwu Temple and Tianshi Mansion on Longhu Mountain in the Middle Earth who open their eyes.

Lanke Temple, Ganye Temple, and Lianhua Temple all have holy monks chanting Buddhist sounds.

In the Kingdom of Xiliang, in the bone temple built with the bones of tens of thousands of people, there was a lot of blood. There was a father and son who added another corpse to the bone temple and looked southward with grins.

In the pure courtyard of Dali Kingdom, the elegant Imperial Master was sitting in a wheelchair, his body filled with starlight, counting with his fingers, his brows furrowed like mountains and rivers.

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North of Canglang River.

On the vast territory, in what was once the ancient capital of the ancient dynasty of Middle-earth, a majestic imperial city rose from the ground. A majestic air spread from the imperial city, covering the entire Middle-earth. Dragon Vein makes it difficult for the Dragon Vein Qi machine to churn.

Then there was another majestic suction force, absorbing the dragon vein energy, and continuously gathered it within the dynasty, converging in a magnificent palace.

Within the imperial city, in the palace.

A burly man wearing a golden robe and golden boots slowly opened his eyes. His eyes seemed to open up the sky, spanning mountains, rivers, heaven and earth, and saw the strange changes in the sky.

I also felt the rolling general trend, as if subtle changes had occurred at this moment.

The man stood up slowly, and the majestic energy surged with his movements, and every move seemed to affect the general trend of the world.

"The sword energy that the Saint Master left in the world?"

"Whoever controls this sword energy can stir up the heavens and make the future more unpredictable?"

"No matter who controls this sword energy, they can't change the outcome. My power will surely sweep the world."

"When the world is all in my hands, then I will bend my bow and arrow to point at the Holy Master!"

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The sky was torn apart by torrential rain.

It seems that there is a gate with fairy spirit, tearing through the dusk clouds and emerging, fairy sounds are curling up, and the glow is endless.

The vast blue sky has no bottom, and the sun and moon shine on the gold and silver platform.

Behind the door there seems to be a fairy palace, Qiong Palace, with twelve floors and five cities, and figures lined up like hemp.

Whoosh!

At the same time, on the human earth, the six peaks were steaming with energy.

Pouring into the sky, the gate with the fairy air slowly closed, and the dream-like world also disappeared from the human world.

After the six qi machines are eliminated.

In the heavy rain, six figures came across.

An old man came riding a crane, lying on the back of the crane, smiling, surrounded by invisible runes and shadows intertwined, which was extremely mysterious.

There is a person with an ethereal figure, which is transformed by the mind and is blurred and invisible. He has long sleeves and a wide robe, and has an immortal style. He is filled with the aroma of various foods, as if he is bathed in the fireworks of the world.

One after another, the figures are blurred.

Until the last step, there is a clear figure.

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain coolly carried the pine sword box on his back, folded his hands around his chest, and came with a sword light.

Hanging outside Fusong Mountain and floating in front of the cliff.

Li Youan stood under the welcoming pine tree, looking at the six people rushing towards him, the expression on his face had already been concealed.

Smiling, Li Youan cupped his fists and bowed: "Li Youan, I have met six mountain masters."

The six people nodded slightly and returned the greeting one by one.

"The future sword energy left by the teacher is mysterious and unpredictable, and it is difficult for us to peep into it. The teacher said to wait for the destined person, but now it seems that the destined person has appeared."

Among the six mountain masters, a vague figure spoke.

"However, what I am curious about is, what is the basis for the destiny? I have calculated that in this world, there will be no one who can control the future sword energy, because it is unreasonable and goes against the rules of heaven and earth. How can this young man take charge? Unless he I have seen the future...but this is impossible."

The old man riding the crane squinted.

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain crossed his arms and looked at the young man sitting quietly in front of the cliff with a cold look, "He is indeed the young man I value."

After the six people murmured for a while, they all looked at each other, then chuckled, and their eyes fell on the young man sitting in front of the cliff.

Among the cliffs.

The souls that were originally transformed into ink stains all turned into peaceful souls again when the ink color returned.

However, this time, Anle saw the moving sword energy of the future. The sword energy was ink-colored and was caught in his hand, moving continuously.

Anle was also in a trance. He had also seen the changing paintings just now.

Is that a picture of the future?

Or is it the embodiment of similar dynasties in parallel time and space in his mind, which is a picture of the years, and the years and the future overlap?

Therefore, he thought that he had seen the future, so he captured this sword energy that only existed in the future.

The sword energy in the future was very heavy, and Anle felt that he could hardly hold on to his soul.

Never stayed in the cliff for a long time.

Carrying this future sword energy, Anle stepped out of the cliff step by step.

The surface of the cliff rippled like water, just like when he observed the scene of time, when the ripples disappeared.

Anle's soul jumped back to Fusong Mountain.

The Niwan Palace Sword Furnace in the center of the eyebrows was clanging, and wisps of the Heart Sword Qi were twining out.

As soon as he came out of the cliff, Anle felt that the future sword energy was struggling more and more fiercely, as if it was about to leap into the space between heaven and earth and disappear without a trace.

In the distance, Li Youan and the six mountain masters floating in front of the mountain all looked at Anle's soul.

They can't see the ink-colored future sword energy captured by Anle Yuanshen, just as they can't see the future, but they can feel the power of struggle.

The six mountain masters, plus Li Youan, were very curious about how An Le would control this future sword energy.

If this sword energy cannot be suppressed, let it penetrate into the human world.

That also means failure in governance.

Anle indeed felt the struggle of this sword energy. The strength was getting stronger and stronger, and his mind was vaguely losing control of it, as if it was about to break away and merge into the world, disappearing without a trace.

However, Anle had already thought about it. With a thought, the world was suddenly filled with spiritual threads, and the threads connected and controlled the bamboo sword Qingshan.

The bamboo sword Qingshan suddenly turned into sword light and swept over, slashing towards the sword energy in An Le's hand like a python struggling.

The green mountain collided with the sword energy, and in an instant, it seemed as if a majestic green mountain emerged... After the sword energy collided with the mountain, it was absorbed into the green mountain bit by bit.

When the last touch of sword energy disappears.

A clear sword cry suddenly came out from the green mountain.

The soul rushed back into the eyebrow sword furnace.

Anle, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes, his white clothes were swaying in the breeze, and his wide sleeves were fluttering.

His palm reached out and grabbed the hilt of Qingshan's sword.

He also caught the ethereal sword energy.

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