Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 123 A young man looks at the years and forges a sword to realize himself, and a hammer starts a fairy fire like fireworks

The light rain is slender and the wind is slender, in the green smoke of Wanjia Yangliu.

There seemed to be a lot of hard-to-grasp and indescribable sword energy between the heaven and the earth, and the sword energy intertwined with the spring rain, making the second prince Zhao Pei feel a chill all over his body.

For this old sword master who came out of Jianchi Lake, Zhao Pei was naturally in awe. After all, this old sword master is one of the best land immortals in the world, and he is a real top powerhouse.

For such a strong man, Zhao Pei wanted to use his status as imperial power to suppress the opponent, which was obviously a joke, even if the emperor of the Zhao family was here, the old sword master could still not show his face.

And this old sword master suddenly said "Purple Qi Jinlian is good", which almost made the second prince feel cold all over.

As a purple qi golden lotus that Tianshi Mansion has gathered 200 years of luck with secret techniques, it is naturally precious and strange.

The old sword master was right, but he seemed to want to take away the Purple Qi Golden Lotus.

The second prince, Zhao Pei, was unwilling to hand over the Purple Qi Golden Lotus.

Just when he was going or not going, Li Qingchuan from the Tianshi Mansion beside him took a step forward with a solemn expression, and said, "Senior Sword Saint, the Purple Qi Golden Lotus is the treasure of my Tianshi Mansion!" , only the Great Zhao royal family can hold it..."

However, he hadn't finished speaking.

The old sword body glanced over at a glance, and the terrifying pressure instantly descended on the newly promoted Taoist of the Ninth Realm of the Heavenly Master's Mansion.

Li Qingchuan's complexion instantly turned purple-black, it was oppressed by the sword intent filling the world, as if death would come to his body at any time.

puff!
A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

This real person from the Ninth Realm of the Heavenly Master's Mansion flew upside down in an instant, as if being kicked by someone, and bowed his legs off the ground, like a cannonball shot backwards for nearly a hundred meters. Stay in shape.

"The purple qi golden lotus is not only owned by the royal family of Dazhao, but that your Heavenly Master's Mansion only gives it to the royal family in exchange for the name of the state religion and gathers the Qi of Dazhao. Unfortunately, the emperor of Dazhao does not accept this."

"Therefore, treasures like this have always been home to those who are destined."

The old sword master said lightly.

"The old man has lived for so many years, this truth will not be clear, and you still need to speak in front of the old man?"

Li Qingchuan, the real person of Tianshi Mansion, felt lingering fear and felt a huge gap.

This old Sword Master of Jianchi Palace is really outrageously strong. He is a newcomer to the Ninth Realm, but he was shocked by the look of the other party and suffered internal injuries.

"Don't worry, the old man is quite old, and he won't take your young golden lotus by hand. However, treasures like the purple qi golden lotus carry luck, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people... Just like what the old man said , There are predestined people living in it, and you like to do it yourself."

The old sword sage pointed out something.

He spoke softly to An Le, but to other people's words, it seemed ethereal and profound.

After the King of Jiangling clasped his fists and bowed in apology, he kept silent, pulled the second prince past him, and walked towards the outside of Jianchi Palace.

The second prince, Zhao Pei, also recovered at this moment. His body, which seemed to be frozen by fear, finally regained the strength to move.

However, he did not dare to speak any more words.

He knew that in order to win the favor of the old sword master, it was absolutely impossible to be the second prince of Dazhao. The most effective and direct way was to ring the sword bell.

As long as he can ring 36 times like An Le, the old sword master will definitely treat him kindly.

However, even if the second prince had the Purple Qi Golden Lotus on his body, he was not at all sure.

Thirty-six rings of the sword bell... It is simply beyond the reach of human beings.

The second prince didn't understand until now, how could Anle ring 36 times?He broke the record of Jianchi Palace, and even let the sword master show up to congratulate him.

Silently, he was pulled away from Jianchi Palace by King Jiangling. Li Qingchuan, who coughed up blood after being glared at by the old sword master, did not dare to stay for long and hurriedly followed.

The three of them walked out of Jianchi Palace dully all the way.

He came here with pride and ambition, but left in despair in the end.

Walking out of the mountain gate of Jianchi Palace and standing in front of the jade stele, King Jiangling let go of the hand that was pulling the second prince Zhao Pei.

The second prince, Zhao Pei, looked gloomy and ugly.

As the second prince of the Zhao family's royal family, he has never suffered such a loss.

Ascending to the Tianshi mansion, the old celestial masters in the Tianshi mansion were still polite and polite to him, and even passed on the purple qi and golden lotus to him.

But in this Jianchi Palace, she was extremely disgusted.

On the other hand, Anle was able to attract the attention of all the people and became a sweet bun in the eyes of many sword practitioners in Jianchi Palace.

"I don't like Jianchi Palace."

The second prince Zhao Pei said coldly.

King Jiangling slowly looked away, holding an oil-paper umbrella, like a refined scholar, and said with a light smile, "Coincidentally, the emperor sitting on the throne in Lin'an Mansion doesn't like Jianchi Palace either."

"Look at this Jinguan City, which has already been integrated with Jianchi Palace, but this city is the Zhao family's city, and the Zhao family's power is here, without any control."

"Your Majesty naturally doesn't want to see this, so he doesn't like Jianchi Palace very much."

King Jiangling said elegantly.

The three of them bathed in the spring rain, left the range of Jianchi Palace, and walked on the Qingshi street.

"I changed my mind."

"I don't want to capture An Le anymore, I want to kill him as quickly as possible."

The second prince Zhao Pei took a deep breath and said solemnly.

"This son... grows too fast. Today, his own cultivation has broken evenly, and he has stepped into the double five realms. That invincible aura, once this son enters the sixth realm, with such invincible power to assist in breaking the realm, it will be like a broken bamboo. Even faster and fiercer than the former legendary number one scholar Li Youan!"

In addition, Anle's 36 ringing of the bell today was too unbelievable, and the second prince, Zhao Pei, was extremely apprehensive.

"Bring out the news that this son rings the sword bell for 36 rings in front of Jianchi Lake, and the whole world will know that there is a reincarnated sword fairy with a clear sword heart in Jianchi Palace."

"Such a sword fairy seed with a clear heart is bound to be coveted by the powerful in the world. Hell mansion that is regarded as the state religion by the father and son who have fallen into demons in Xiliang Kingdom, those people must long for such a seed with a clear heart." The corpse of the sword fairy seed."

"I heard that the sea-crossing holy monk of Lianhua Temple also has a grudge with this son. The news spread that the sea-crossing holy monk will definitely not sit back and watch him grow..."

"Wait... The majestic invincibility on his body is actually a great opportunity. If I can kill him personally, I can inherit at least half of that invincibility!"

As if thinking of something, the second prince Zhao Pei's eyes revealed a bright light!

The heart was beating uncontrollably, and the blood all over his body could not hide the hotness.

"Yes, I must kill him myself!"

King Jiangling held an umbrella, and the rainwater gathered on the edge of the umbrella to form an intertwined rain curtain. Under the umbrella, he was elegant and smiling. Looking at the second prince whose heart was getting hotter and hotter, his smile became more and more intense.

"An Le has been in Jianchi Palace, there is no way to kill him."

King Jiangling said.

The second prince Zhao Pei had a smile on his lips, looking forward to killing An Le, inheriting that invincible momentum, and stepping into the sixth realm with the most perfect posture. The barriers can definitely be broken through easily, and one can become a person who stands at the top of cultivation.

After stretching his waist and making up his mind to kill An Le, the depression he encountered in front of Jianchi Lake today was instantly swept away.

"It's impossible for him to hide in Jianchi Palace all his life..."

"My old uncle is going north."

"The door of Jianchi Palace, he will step out sooner or later."

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In front of Jianchi Lake.

With the departure of the second prince Zhao Pei and King Jiangling.

The old sword master withdrew his indifferent gaze, he was not interested in the second prince, and he hated the Jiangling king even more from the bottom of his heart.

King Jiangling just stood there elegantly, exuding an aura of disgust that made him frown.

"Mu Zhe, don't let King Jiangling set foot in Jianchi Palace in the future."

The old sword master said lightly.

Su Muzhe nodded immediately when she heard the words, she knew that the old sword master had no regard for the hereditary King of Jiangling, and Su Muzhe also knew that the King of Jiangling had always been eyeing Jianchi Palace.

Anyway, sooner or later he will turn his face, so it is only natural not to allow him to enter Jianchi Palace.

After the old sword master bestowed An Le with two wisps of sword energy, his gaze shifted and landed on Zhao Huangting.

"This time you go north, you will never return, but you have no regrets?"

The old sword master looked at Zhao Huangting, this once unscrupulous boy, now unknowingly faced a deadline, and even ignited Nirvana.

"The deadline is approaching. It's good to go north to see the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in my hometown, and enjoy the fireworks in the past. It's very good, and I have no regrets."

"As for the battle with Emperor Yuanmeng, it's just a matter of seeking convenience."

Zhao Huangting smiled: "This visit to Jianchi Lake should be the last time, except for seeing Mu Zhe, this is the fifth time I have come to fight for Qingshan."

"However, this time, it's not me who started the attack, but An Le."

When the old sword master heard the words, his eyes fell on the green hill.

The Qingshan sword automatically floated up and hovered in front of the old sword master.

The wrinkled hand of the old sword master lightly tapped on the green mountain: "Why do you always insist on wanting to fight for the green mountain?"

"Maybe this bamboo sword doesn't need to be struck?"

Putting the sword fingers together and rubbing the Qingshan sword, the eyes of the old sword master gradually narrowed, and there seemed to be a flash of light in his eyes.

"No, Qingshan must have a front. After the front, Qingshan can clear the fog and see the real Qingshan!"

In Zhao Huangting's eyes, there was a trace of fanaticism that rarely appeared.

"The person who once gave me the green mountain failed to give the green mountain the edge, so it was my turn, Zhao Huangting. If I, Zhao Huangting, can't do it, then I will be happy. If I can't, he will find someone who is suitable to hold the sword and the green mountain, and pass it on. Pass it on!"

"The green hills are still there."

The sound was quite sonorous, lingering around.

Su Muzhe's eyes were complicated, and there was a touch of appreciation and sigh on the face of the old swordsmith.

The old sword master's complexion gradually returned to normal, with no demeanor visible.

He raised his hand suddenly, and touched Zhao Huangting's chest with his mottled hand.

A majestic sword energy surged into Zhao Huangting's body.

The fire of Nirvana seemed to be suppressed in an instant.

"The old man, I am looking forward to a refreshment from you."

The old sword master said softly.

Zhao Huangting's complexion regained a bit of ruddy, and his energy and spirit seemed to belong to himself. The fire of Nirvana that was originally suppressed with the heart sword was suppressed by a wisp of sword energy.

The pain on Zhao Huangting's body was reduced a lot.

"The fire of Nirvana is one of the three disasters in the ten realms. The heart sword can suppress it for you, but the old man can only add icing on the cake with sword energy."

"However, this sword energy can help you enter the Yuanmeng Metropolis. Otherwise, you will be so proud that you will go north, but you will not even be able to enter the gate of the Metropolis, and you will become the number one laughing stock in the world."

"My apprentice Su Muzhe's man, please become a laughing stock."

The old sword master said lightly.

Zhao Huangting smiled, cupped his fists and bowed, and thanked the old sword master.

The old sword master handed Qingshan back to Anle, and a kind smile appeared on his face: "Little guy, are you also going to fight for Qingshan?"

An Le took the green mountain and put it on her waist. Without hesitation, she nodded in response: "Yes, senior."

He knew that it was the old man's wish to make a breakthrough in Qingshan. In the few days left to ignite the fire of Nirvana, An Le was willing to work hard for the old man's wish.

The old sword master smiled lightly, his toes touched the ground, and countless sword qi began to howl from behind him.

His figure floated above the center of Jianchi Lake.

Flying in sackcloth, with white hair and beard flying all over the place.

"If you want to fight for Qingshan, you must at least forge a sword with your own hands."

"You ring the bell 36 times, and Jianchi Palace will cast a sword for you according to the rules. Wang Yansheng, you will assist this little guy in casting the sword and opening the sword."

"If Qingshan can take the lead, it will be of great benefit to you."

As the words fell, the water of Jianchi Lake on both sides rolled into huge waves, and the figure of the old sword master fell into the lake again.

The old swordsmith with silver-haired sword bowed slightly behind the old sword master who disappeared on Jianchi Lake, and then looked at An Le: "Next, you follow me to forge swords."

"When the sword is successful, you have the confidence and ability to make a breakthrough for Qingshan."

An Le heard the words with a solemn expression, and didn't say much.

Even if he was in a hurry to fight for Qingshan, there was no rush for such a thing.

However, if the old man of Taimiao failed to complete the opening of the Qingshan Mountain when the deadline was approaching, it would be An Le's eternal regret.

"Jianliu, take Anle to rest for three days first, let him stabilize the state he just broke through, adjust his qi, blood, mind, etc., and bring him to my sword making workshop tomorrow." The old sword maker said with his hands behind his back, words When it fell, it broke through the air and left in an instant.

Wan Juliu bowed respectfully and watched him leave.

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The news that a young man in white rang the sword bell for 36 rings quickly spread, not only from Jianchi Palace, but from Jianchi Palace to Jinguan City, and from Jinguan City to the whole world. .

The name of Jianchi Palace is naturally resounding all over the world. Let alone the name of sword casting, just the old sword master in Jianchi Palace who has never been born is enough to make all the forces in the world look up to him.

This is a power in the world comparable to Taoist Zhenwu Temple, Tianshi Mansion, and the Three Buddhist Temples.

The name of the sword bell in Jianchi Palace is also well-known far and wide. Since ancient times, there have been many knight-errants who have a relationship with swords and rushed to Jianchi Palace to try to ring the sword bell.

If you can knock nine times, you can get Jianchi Palace to make a sword for it.

If you can get eighteen rings, you will be famous all over the world!

Now, there is news that a young sword fairy rings the bell 36, causing the old sword master of Jianchi Palace to congratulate him on his birth!

When the name of the young Sword Immortal spread, it was like clear water dripping into a frying pan, boiling extremely.

Because, the young sword fairy named An Le was the number one scholar in the current Spring Festival of the Great Zhao Dynasty, but he defeated the scheme of the emperor of the Zhao family in front of the Tianxuan Palace and was deprived of the position of the number one scholar.

But originally its name was spread all over the world, and today the bell was rung 36 times in Jianchi Palace.

The name of An Le was like thunder everywhere, and all kinds of deeds were revealed.

The young man once provoked the martial arts leaders of all dynasties to deduce the martial arts scriptures on the Wukui stone.

The young man was once slandered by Ke Chunwei for cheating, and Haoran was extradited in front of Qin Xiangfu.

The young man had been at the bottom of the holy list since he was a child, he had won consecutive victories all the way, gathered invincible power, and the white python turned into a heavenly dragon!
One deed after another, piled up, is a legend in the world.

It's true that no one in the world knows you!
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The mountains outside Jinguan City are picturesque, and the river is full of flowers and flowers in the spring rain.

Wan Jieliu took An Le to find a spacious second courtyard in Shizi Lane, Main Street, Jinguan City.

In spring, Jinguan City is always drizzled, and the whole city is enveloped in the fragrance of flowers.

Zhao Huangting and Su Muzhe went to visit the mountains and rivers around Jinguan City, enjoying the few two-person world.

Compared with the small courtyard in Taimiao Lane of Lin'an Mansion, this second courtyard in Jinguan City is much more spacious. Compared with Lin'an, which is prosperous like a dream, the land of Jinguan City is relatively much cheaper.

The small courtyard in Persimmon Lane is naturally named after the many persimmon trees.

There is also a persimmon tree in Anle's small courtyard. Now it is full of spring, bathed in spring rain, and it is the time to absorb nutrients, so naturally it has not produced persimmons.

The inside of the house is very simple, after Wan Jieliu brought him here, he made some simple arrangements, and then left.

This small persimmon courtyard can be regarded as Anle's temporary home in Jinguan City.

From Lin'an to Jinguan, the mountains and rivers are turning and drifting.

But for Anle, the atmosphere in Jinguan City is much more comfortable than that of Lin'an Mansion. Although Jinguan City is not as prosperous as Lin'an Mansion, there is no lack of things that should be there, even in Jianchi Palace. Under the control, the rhythm of the whole city is quite slow, and everyone is very comfortable with swords and swords.

Although the old swordsmith gave him three days to adjust the state he had just broken through, An Le did not fully plunge into the practice. When he felt the ancient charm of this gentle ancient city, he would adjust his mood to calm down the restless Qi and blood and primordial spirit.

Because it is a realm set foot with the help of Jianzhong Zhongbo, both Qi, blood and mind are ups and downs.

The innate spiritual energy flowing out of the inner alchemy also needs to be cultivated. Let the innate spiritual energy grow from one strand to two strands, and then increase to three strands and four strands. The number is increasing, and they gather to form a sea, which is the sixth state of body training , Guanqihai.

It is easy to say, but difficult to do. The cultivation of innate spiritual energy is a matter of time and effort.

The faint morning light is falling, accompanied by the oily spring rain.

An Le woke up from the visualization, and then exercised in the yard, practicing the ancient demon and five birds, and obtained the demonic energy from the precious jade from the waist to temper the body and stabilize the blood.

The accumulation and increase of innate aura is produced through the accumulation of qi and blood in the inner alchemy, so the training of qi and blood is still essential.

Because she misses the old locust tree in the middle and small courtyard of Taimiao Lane, An Le habitually inserts the Qingshan Mochi into the trunk of the persimmon tree.

But the persimmon tree is slender compared to the old pagoda tree, so Anle didn't dare to plant it too deep.

As for Ding Fengbo's golden back knife, An Le dared to insert it, and chose to hang it on the branch of a persimmon tree.

After the training of Qi and blood was completed, An Le changed into clean clothes habitually, put on a sword and knife, held up an oil-paper umbrella, and strolled along the long street of Jinguan City.

After eating the delicacies from the street stalls, An Le went straight to Jianchi Palace.

Today's An Le is very famous in Jianchi Palace, and even has many admirers, such as Lu Shisan.

As soon as he learned that An Le had entered Jianchi Palace, Lu Shisan rushed to lead the way for An Le.

An Le was also happy to have a Xiang Taoist, the two of them strolled in the Sword Pool Palace, An Le asked Lu Shisan a lot about sword casting along the way.

Every disciple of Jianchi Palace will have access to sword casting, and Lu Shisan has no reservations about this, and tells all his experience in sword casting.

An Le listened carefully, and by the way, absorbed five strands of age energy from him, and carefully observed each strand of age energy.

Forging swords is of extraordinary significance to every disciple of Jianchi Palace.

Their first sword must have been forged by themselves, so there are quite a lot of pictures about the years when the sword was forged.

Of Lu Shisan's five wisps of age, three were actually related to sword casting.

Under the leadership of Lu Shisan, An Le personally met those talented disciples in Jianchi Palace who were quite talented in sword casting, and by the way, he gathered the spirit of time.

With the breakthrough in Anle's cultivation base, the number of time qi absorbed is still five strands per person, but the number has increased to six.

In other words, Anle can absorb thirty wisps of time energy in one day!

For three consecutive days, An Le absorbed ninety wisps of time energy, and watched the process and experience of many sword-casting disciples of Jianchi Palace through the pictures of time.

These years of energy are equally blessed to [Eternal Wizard] and [Tongshen Sword Body].

[Wizards of the Ages] What is improved is the talent of cultivation, and sword casting... is also a talent, which requires understanding, so An Le did not fully bless the body of the sword with the energy of time, but balanced it.

In the blessing of the years, as well as the daily practice of peace of mind.

On the third day, when the morning light shone down on the world.

Ten thousand pieces of Liu Yujian came, appeared outside Anle's small courtyard, and knocked on the closed door.

The door is wide open.

In the yard, An Le had just completed the training of the ancient demon and five animals, and his whole body was steaming with blood and heat waves.

"Mr. An, Mr. Wang asked me to invite you to the Sword Making Workshop."

Wan Jieliu said respectfully.

An Le changed into a clean green shirt uniformly worn by Jianchi Lake, and her energy and spirit climbed from the peak, like a flower blooming in the morning sun, with vigorous vigor, she walked along the long street with Wanjian Liu, Go straight to Jianhu Palace.

Entering Jianhu Palace and walking along the bluestone road, accompanied by the sound of hammering and casting swords resounding on both sides of the ear, Anle's eyes gradually showed a look of expectation and surprise.

Watching the pictures of the sword-making years of the disciples of Jianchi Palace these days, An Le already has a lot of understanding about sword-making.

However, I haven't tried it myself yet.

"coming."

In the sword casting workshop, Wang Yansheng, an old swordsmith with silver hair, was waiting quietly with a mug of hot tea.

An Le cupped his hands in a bow.

"Jianliu, there is an iron embryo of Yuanling essence that has been calcined for three days and three nights in the sword casting furnace. You can teach An Le how to swing the hammer, and first let him knock the iron embryo out of shape."

The old swordsmith sat on the chair and said calmly.

Wan Jieliu nodded.

With An Le, he stepped into the sword casting workshop where the heat wave was rolling.

The earth fairy fire in the sword casting furnace was roaring, and the roaring flames burst out scattered sparks. The scorching temperature was enough to make people sweat profusely in just a moment.

An Le's eyes stared at the crimson irregular iron embryo in the sword-forging furnace.

Grabbed the extremely heavy heavy hammer from Wanjuliu.

His heart was involuntarily fluctuating, the qi and blood in his body began to surge, and he closed his eyes slightly. In the past three days, he frequently watched the scenes of the disciples of Jianchi Palace forging swords, all of which came to mind.

Just like the waves blowing up on the long river of time, they suddenly splashed like sparks from the exploding Earth Immortal Fire.

An Le opened his eyes suddenly.

The Niwan Palace between the eyebrows suddenly cracked, the sword furnace clanged, and the Yuanshen sat upright, with a little glow behind him!

Wanjuliu on the side was holding a hammer, and was about to speak to An Le for guidance and introduction.

But his eyes narrowed slightly.

Suddenly, he noticed that An Le's aura suddenly changed, like a disciple of Jianchi Palace who has been forging iron all year round, swinging a heavy hammer very skillfully.

The sleeves of the green shirt suddenly stretched straight, countless qi and blood surged, and the majestic force surged out from the five realms of the body, as if a fierce hammer smashed the mountain, and a sword furnace of the primordial spirit came out!

With a twist of the waist, the feet are as solid as ancient pine and rock.

The giant hammer was swung high and across the arc, and then, with a whimper that crushed the air, it slammed down hard!

"when--"

A sharper and harsher cracking sound than the sound of the sword bell, vented in the sword casting workshop!
The raging fire suddenly rose!
Sparks bloom like fireworks bursting in the night sky!
The red-hot Yuanlingjing iron embryo in the sword casting furnace instantly looked like a soft cake, sunken and deformed by the hammer!
The sound of knocking, accompanied by a heat wave, caused a strong wind to suddenly blow up in the sword casting workshop.

Sitting on a chair, Wang Yansheng, an old swordsmith with silver hair, took a sip of hot tea in a large porcelain vat...

But already forgot to swallow.

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