Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 116 After the fifth realm and then the fifth realm, the Bodhisattva in the Years and Years will fall into the blue silk [ask for a monthly ticket]

Thousands of people roared together, the roar shattered the rain curtain, and the cold raindrops were blown into gouache, obscuring all the scenery on the mountain road.

The steed neighed in fright, and the expressions of the left and right Jin Wuwei generals sitting on the horses suddenly changed, never expecting such a situation to happen.

Wasn't the general of Shangzhu State, Zhen State, and Fu State dispatched to cooperate with them in order to arrest this rebellious young man who dared to swing his sword to cut the palm of Emperor Zhao in Baiyu Square?

A young man who fell from a proud champion to a rebellious boy.

The carriage came up and down, it was the Lin family's carriage, on the hood of the carriage, there was an old man in plain clothes, Jiazuo holding a knife.

The saber energy diffused from the golden saber, and the wind and rain all over the mountain seemed to be frozen at this moment, and no longer poured on the world.

Liu Guanshi of Shangzhu Kingdom showed admiration on his face. As an official who had experienced the Great Zhao Nanqian War, he knew very well what price the Lin family and the old emperor in front of him had paid in that battle.

The change of 500 years has brought bloody silence, but those once glorious deeds will not disappear, like a thick history book, recording the bloody past years.

Even though many people have been eroded by the prosperity of Lin'an, their spirits have been exhausted, and they have forgotten the magnificence and passion of the past.

But in the end someone will stick to the long-lost residual heat contained in the blood.

Liu Guanshi of Shangzhu Kingdom is such a person.

On the carriage, Mu Yu tilted, and the old emperor Zhao Huang Tingjia made a vertical knife, looking at Liu Guanshi of the Shangzhu Kingdom who stuck the knife on the ground, raised his fist, and smashed it on his chest, causing a splash of water.

There was a smile on the corner of Zhao Huangting's lips.

I still remember that in the past, this Liu Guanshi was still a young official with fluff on the corners of his lips on the Nanqian ship. In a blink of an eye, he has become the leader of Shangzhu Kingdom with meritorious service.

It's a pity that today's Da Zhao is not bloody at all.

An existence like Liu Guanshi can only be silenced and buried.

Some of the 500-strong Iron Armored Army behind him didn't know Zhao Huangting who had been silent for [-] years, but they knew the carriage of the Lin family and the stories of loyalty and bravery of the Lin family, how could the soldiers have never heard of it.

Then there is the example of Liu Guanshi of the Shangzhu Kingdom, these soldiers have an inexplicable residual warmth of blood surging.

The army of ten thousand people moved sideways, giving way to a fortified, empty road washed by the torrential rain.

The rickety Lin's carriage drove on the main road like this, and slowly disappeared into the continuous rain under the ceremony of countless armored soldiers beating their chests.

They are watching the legend leave, and they are also watching Da Zhao's last blood wither.

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Lin'an Prefecture.

In the imperial city shrouded in rain.

Inside the imperial study.

The cup full of wine was slammed on the ground and shattered, and the rich and aura-filled wine was directly sprinkled all over the ground, steaming up.

"I asked him to arrest people, not to let him go!"

When the son of the Zhao family learned of the situation outside the Sixth Mountain, he was immediately angry like thick ink dripping into the clear water pool, and the smudge spread instantly.

Tong Diaosi was dressed in a purple robe, standing quietly in a corner of the imperial study, silent, at this time, he had better not make a sound.

After a long time.

The emperor of the Zhao family calmed down, sat down on the chair again, thought for a long time, picked up a pen and began to write on the white paper.

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The carriage kept bumping, but the An Le inside the carriage was full of excitement.

Looking at the deafening roar, An Le, who had been prepared for a big battle, found that things were not going in the wrong direction.

The old uncle Huang sat on the roof of the carriage with a handle to fix the storm, and ordered thousands of people to abandon their swords, and made way sideways for them to make way for them.

An Le's mind was filled with mixed feelings.

Da Zhao's army is not without blood, but what is missing is a medium to ignite their blood.

The dignitaries who nested in Lin'an had already lost the medium that ignited their blood by the ecstasy of bones, and the blood of the soldiers could only be attributed to silence.

Dazhao was able to rely on the Canglang River to block the Yuanmeng Empire's 500-year invasion. It did not rely on any natural moats. It did not rely on the royal family of Dazhao. It relied on every soldier with blood on the Canglang River battlefield. .

The old uncle returned to the carriage, handed Ding Fengbo to Anle in a dispirited manner, and leaned against the carriage, not knowing what he was thinking about.

An Le put the Ding Fengbo into the sheath, without saying a word, the car was quiet, only the slight sound of the rain patting on the hood was left.

Lin Qingyin was originally a very quiet girl, facing An Le who was now a teacher, she was obedient and quiet.

For the old emperor uncle, he was respectful from the bottom of his heart, so he never said anything.

An Le didn't speak either, but she was rubbing the handle of the knife that fixed the storm with her palm, and seemed to be able to feel the aftermath of the sword energy surging in the long knife.

Finally, the army of ten thousand people behind him could no longer be seen.

Only the horses were left to pull the chariot, galloping in the heavy rain, the wheels rolled over the puddles, and splashed water splashed into an arc.

I don't know how far he traveled, but Lin Zhuifeng rode his horse in a domineering manner, and the reins kept whipping, perhaps venting his depression in Lin'an.

Suddenly, Lin Zhuifeng pulled the reins, and the steed raised its front hooves high, splashing mud and water in all directions.

An Le, who was sitting in the carriage, slowly opened his eyes.

"The old friend sees you off, let's go see him."

"Maybe there will be no next time we meet."

In the carriage, the old uncle sighed and said to An Le.

Hearing this, An Le nodded, got up and lifted the curtain of the car, and walked out in white clothes, wearing a green mountain ink pool on her waist, and Ding Fengbo hidden in a peach wood sheath.

On the side of the mountain road in the distance, there is a long pavilion.

The ancient road pavilion, farewell atmosphere.

A figure that seemed to be exuding haze all over his body, just like the figure of an exiled immortal in the sky, stood in the long pavilion like that, staring at the rain in the sky, dazed.

The man is extremely handsome, with a celestial aura, wearing a wide-sleeved robe, and carrying two wine jugs.

When An Le stepped into the pavilion, Zhao Jiufang looked away.

"Fortunately, I was faster. If I slowed down, I would not be able to catch up. This pavilion is the farthest distance I can walk."

Zhao Jiu said with a smile.

Afterwards, he handed An Le a wine jug, which contained the old rice wine from Yanchunli.

Under the pavilion, the two touched the flagon and began to drink freely.

Zhao Jiu didn't say much, as if he came here just to have a drink with An Le.

A pot of turbid wine is a joy to meet, but it can also hurt parting.

Saying goodbye, Zhao Jiu waved his hands like this, his clothes fluttering, and he walked in the continuous rain, twisting the rain in the sky, and drifted away like a fairy.

Inside the carriage, Zhao Huangting couldn't help sighing as he looked at the handsome Zhao Xianyou.

As a bird in a cage, Fang is the biggest poor man.

The royal family was ruthless, but they never thought that the embarrassing emperor in Tianxuan Palace could be so ruthless.

Thinking of this, the old uncle's eyes became more and more sad, as if he had a little feeling for the spark that Li Youan said.

If there is a fire, it can burn everything, and start all over again...

That seemed pretty good too.

The chariot continued to drive, this time there was no barrier, it staggered against the wind and rain, and disappeared on the official road all the way.

In the carriage, Zhao Huangting sipped his mouth and drank the old rice wine from Yanchunli sent by Zhao Xianyou. The cold liquid entered his throat, but it made the old man extremely enjoy and intoxicated.

"Ordinary wine is better than the drunken clouds in the palace." Zhao Huangting smiled with emotion, An Le didn't take back the wine pot, so he gave the wine directly to the old emperor uncle to drink.

Zhao Huangting was not too polite, he probably didn't have many chances to drink along the way, so he drank less of this pot of wine.

"Senior, are we going to Shuzhong?"

Lin Qingyin seemed to know something, and said softly and elegantly.

Zhao Huangting drank a sip of wine preciously: "The fourth son of the Lin family told you? Have you heard of Jianchi Palace in Shuzhong? That's where we are going on this trip."

Lin Qingyin smiled softly when she heard the words: "Since ancient times, apart from the imperial dynasty, there have been many powers in the world. These powers have carried the inheritance of China for thousands of years and are deeply rooted. The emperor also acquiesces to the existence of these forces."

"Jianchi Palace in the middle of Shu, the Three Buddhist Temples, the Taoist Zhenwu and Celestial Masters, the Monster Race Kunpeng Mountain, the Star Reaching Sect controlled by the peerless national teacher of Dali Kingdom, and the Hell Palace that is now established as the state religion by Xiliang State... ..."

"These are the rivers and lakes forces that have spanned and passed down the land of China for a long time. Even if the dynasties change and the wind and rain blow, they will not fall down."

After all, Lin Qingyin is a direct descendant of the Lin family, so her knowledge and experience are naturally extraordinary, far from being able to compare with the peace of being a monk halfway through the practice.

Just about to observe the ray of peace and happiness absorbed from Guru Suzhu, he opened his eyes and listened curiously.

Zhao Huangting squinted his eyes, admiringly: "Jianghu, Jianghu, all are Jianghu without temples... In fact, temples can also be called Jianghu, but it's just a more elegant name."

"Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes."

"The Jianchi Palace in the middle of Shu has a long inheritance. Although it was almost interrupted, it has been passed down through bumps and bumps. It is naturally good. It is a famous place for casting swords in the world today."

"Qingshan needs to make a breakthrough, and Jianchi Palace must go there."

Zhao Huangting said, looking at An Le by the way, his face was very solemn: "Jianchi Palace has a holy place called Jianchi Lake, which is a treasure for all sword cultivators in the world, and this is why I took you there this time. One of the purposes."

"The foundation of a practitioner is very important. I have high expectations for you. I hope that one day, you can break through the ten realms that block the steps of countless practitioners, and realize the real freedom and romance between heaven and earth."

Zhao Huangting's words were full of emotion.

He saw himself in Anle when he was young, and because of this, Zhao Huangting wanted to cultivate Anle and lay a solid foundation for Anle.

An Le couldn't help being moved, he didn't expect the old emperor uncle to have such high expectations of him.

"Since you can win Qingshan's favor, I naturally have to raise my expectations for you."

Zhao Huangting took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "If Qingshan can make a breakthrough, the meaning will be completely different. It is the key to breaking through the ten realms. In my whole life, I have been to Jianchi Palace four times, and even if I want to make a breakthrough for Qingshan Well, I know, I should be missed, but this is the fifth time, I will bring you to Shu."

"In this world, the only one who can give Qingshan a breakthrough is the Jianchi Palace."

"If you fail to start this time, then from now on, you will have to enter Sichuan by yourself."

Zhao Huangting's words left An Le silent.

"Boy An, you are now in the fourth realm, and you are about to touch the fifth realm and hit the sixth realm. Today I will tell you about the spiritual training and body training after the sixth realm."

Outside the compartment, the rain hit the cover, and it was rainy and foggy.

In the carriage, Zhao Huangting found a lazy posture and said softly.

An Le's expression froze, and he sat upright. Lin Qingyin also became serious, with a solemn face. Even Lin Zhuifeng, who was driving on the shaft of the car, pricked up his ears.

"The five realms after the five realms are the overall realm of cultivation in this world."

"The five realms of refining the gods are sitting and forgetting, and the four realms after that are...Xiaju, Xiaoyao, Shenyou, and Xiantai."

"The tenth state of refining the gods is called Nirvana, and it is a state that all practitioners in the world dream of."

After Zhao Huangting finished speaking, he took a sip of wine and said.

"The five realms after Body Forging Xiantian are, Guanqi Sea, Moving Blood Mountain, God's Promenade, and Jue Peak."

"The tenth realm of body forging is a land immortal."

"The ten realms of refining the gods and exercising the body complement each other. Why did the emperor who brought the world into one coordinate his practice so that all the talented practitioners in the world would choose to exercise the body and cultivate together with the gods?"

"That's because, after reaching the sixth realm, the effect of complementing each other will be greatly magnified. If you practice Shenxiaju, you can greatly increase the possibility of training your body to enter the sixth realm."

"Of course, it is not ruled out that there are people who are extremely talented and evil, but they can only cultivate gods or exercise their bodies to the tenth level. It is difficult for such a person to come out in thousands of years. One thing is certain, the two complement each other and steadily reach the double nine. Realm, with enough accumulation and rich accumulation, it will be easier to break through ten realms after all."

Zhao Huangting said that he was so excited, he couldn't help but took a sip of wine, only to find that there was not much wine left in the pot, he couldn't help being very annoyed.

This is the first time that An Le knows the next realm. The former Mrs. Hua lit a green light on his path of practice and told him the first five realms after he set foot on the path of practice.

Now, old uncle Zhao Huangting continued to turn on the lights to let him understand the mysteries of the last five realms.

"The day you were in Baiyu Square, the sudden explosion was a bit similar to the "God's Prosperity" of the eighth level of body training, but the explosion was higher, stronger and more invincible. The feeling of aura will help you in your subsequent training. body practice."

Zhao Huangting looked at An Le and said.

The old man knew that Anle should have his own secrets. At least this method similar to God's presence probably couldn't come from Qingshan. He has held the Qingshan sword for 500 years, so he can figure it out a bit.

However, this is not important, the more An Le has his own secret, the happier the old man is.

The carriage wobbled.

In the compartment, a carbon stove burns hot water, warming the surroundings.

While drinking, the old man leisurely talked about some mysteries of the five realms after the five realms, as well as issues that should be paid attention to, and so on.

The young people in the carriage are all listening carefully.

The carriage broke through the wind and rain all the way forward.

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Above the sea of ​​clouds, the stars are shining brightly.

Li You'an walked with his hands behind his back, wearing a Confucian shirt, carrying a ray of sword energy.

He seemed to be listening to the elders teaching and supporting the young in the chariot, and a smile could not help but hang on the corner of his lips.

However, the smile quickly subsided, he raised his hand, and tapped lightly in front of him.

Starlight converges into a sword weapon thousands of Baidu.

The next moment, the sword light swept out and slashed towards the hidden void in the distance.

Suddenly there were muffled groans in the void, and many strong men hiding in it never thought that Li Youan would be so overbearing.

Therefore, all these snooping powerhouses retreated.

Li Youan sat upright in the void, his face returned to indifferent, but his heart was not at all extremely dull, that son of the Zhao family... really didn't show any mercy.

Although he told Zhao Huangting that there was nothing to worry about in Xiliang, but in fact, the longer Li Youan dragged on, the more unpredictable the changes of the demonic father and son in Xiliang would be.

"However, after being escorted to the middle of Shu, I don't need to worry about the rest of the road. The old emperor was able to enter Shu and enter Jianchi Lake four times without being beaten to death. He has his confidence."

Li Youan let out a breath, as if thinking of something, he smiled knowingly.

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Under the evening clouds.

The chariot is speeding.

An Le sat cross-legged, and the car was quiet. The old emperor had already fallen asleep. After Lin Qingyin covered him with a thin blanket, he lit a candle in the car, picked up a drawing board and practiced sketching with a charcoal pencil.

She didn't disturb Anle, and when she saw that Anle closed her eyes, and her body was surging with vitality, she knew that Anle was practicing.

However, the Anle at this moment is not really practicing.

His mind sank.

A touch of golden age suddenly rose in front of his eyes.

It is a precious ray of golden age drawn from the peerless female Bodhisattva who seems to have walked out of the painting.

At this moment, in the dead of night, there is only the sound of chariots slowly moving forward.

An Le no longer hesitated, watching the charm from the years.

The air of time blooms golden, like a stick of incense burning, swaying, distorting the picture in front of you.

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The world was dark, and the sparrows were whimpering.

The city bleeds.

An Le's eyes tightened, and she saw a stunning woman in white clothes dyed blood-red neon clothes, walking barefoot from the bloody city, from the endless corpses.

After the bloody clothes, all ghosts walk in the night.

Withering a blue silk in one step, thirty-three thousand steps.

Let go of your troubles.

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