Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 154 At the feet of the emperor, drinking and eating meat and painting, the years are quiet and peaceful [ask for a monthly ticket]

Outside Lin'an City, everything is quiet.

There were so many Jinjia Jinwu Guards, Silver Armored City Guards, Dali Temple Sihu and Heiya arresters, but they didn't make a sound.

In the depths of the imperial city, the emperor of the Zhao family who sat high on the throne did not give an order, so they would not and would not dare to act against An Le, who had already obtained the qualification of a dialogue master.

He could only watch An Le and his party step into the Lin'an mansion.

"Your Majesty... really took a step back."

Standing on the tower, Qin Lishi looked at the spectacular and peculiar scene, and couldn't help feeling softly in his heart. Such a scene is really hard to see. After all, not everyone can use the holy mountain as a tiger's skin.

However, the decision of the emperor of the Zhao family was actually within the expectations of Qin Lishi and even many officials of the Zhao Dynasty.

These officials speculated about the meaning of the emperor of the Zhao family. Although they could not be said to be roundworms in the stomach of the emperor of the Zhao family, they still had a thorough understanding of the emperor's temperament.

It is absolutely impossible for the emperor of the Zhao family to do such a thing as offending the Holy Mountain.

Even if it would cause him to lose face, he would not hesitate to do so. After all, when it comes to losing face, what could be more humiliating than moving the whole country south just because Emperor Yuanmeng had broken the Double Ten Realm?

Qin Lishi sighed, but he was getting more and more headaches, how should he kill An Le.

Just as the emperor of the Zhao family was afraid of the holy mountain, so was Qin Lishi. No one in this world is afraid of the holy mountain.

"When the person who talks to the holy master appears, the seventh mountain will not be far from the first mountain..."

"The coming Lin'an... I'm afraid it will be even more lively than before."

Qin Lishi murmured.

After the dialogue with the holy master, the seventh mountain was opened. As the person who talked with the holy master, An Le had a crucial relationship with the opening of the seventh mountain.

The opening of the holy mountain, all forces attach great importance to it.

Yuanmeng Empire, Dali Kingdom, Xiliang Kingdom and other countries will naturally not let go of this golden opportunity to establish a bond with the holy mountain.

On the other hand, top Jianghu forces such as Zhenwu Temple, Tianshi Mansion, Three Buddhist Temples, Zhaixing Sect and even Hell Mansion will not let go of such an opportunity.

Geniuses from all major countries and major rivers and lakes will come one after another, creating a vortex around An Le, the man who has met the holy master.

Yuanmeng's falcon list, Dali country's star list, Xiliang country's list of asking demons, etc., the geniuses of this and the previous session, as long as the practitioners under the age of 50, will all rush to the front. Come.

Qin Lishi narrowed his eyes, as if he could foresee the challenges that Lin'an Mansion would face next.

The face of the emperor of the Zhao family may be trampled on several times.

After all, when geniuses from the Yuanmeng Empire, Dali Kingdom, and Xiliang Kingdom entered the Lin'an Mansion, the emperor of the Zhao family might still face An Le's treatment as he did today, without daring to say a word.

It wasn't just Qin Lishi who thought of this.

Liu Guanshi, Su Qingke and other high-ranking officials and powerhouses of the Great Zhao Dynasty all vaguely anticipated some things that were about to happen next.

This made each of them feel a little depressed.

Since Da Zhao moved to the south, his blood...seriously faded away bit by bit.

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After passing through the dark arch, the Jinwu guards on both sides, Chengjun, Dali Sihu and Heiya arresters all stared at Anle and his group, not daring to show their air.

To be honest, under such attention, it was as if the emperor of the Zhao family had really brought in an army of ten thousand people, celebrating and welcoming Anle and the old emperor's uncle back to Lin'an.

With the support of An Le and Su Muzhe, Zhao Huangting couldn't help chuckling when he saw this scene.

He had known Anle's confidence for a long time, but when this scene really happened, he still had mixed feelings in his heart.

I still remember that back then, he was the one who went to see the Lord of the Sixth Mountain in person, and took the bamboo and stone map made by An Le, so that An Le could become the guardian of the Lord of the Sixth Mountain.

However, at that time he was still narrow-minded, thinking that An Le's becoming the guardian of the sixth mountain lord was already a great fate.

It was Mrs. Hua who had courage and was more optimistic about Anle, and went directly to the sixth mountain to ask for a small holy order for Anle, who was only a second-level cultivation at that time.

That's how trusting Anle is. The Second Realm holds the Little Holy Order, and the pressure is too great, and there is no hope, because the higher the Little Holy List, the more evildoers and geniuses can be ranked on it.

As a result, in a short period of time, An Le rose from the bottom of the Little Sage Ranking to the top of the Little Sage Ranking, and became another young man who talked to the Saint Master after Li You'an.

Although all these things happened in the near future, but in Zhao Huangting's heart, it seemed that this happened quite a long time ago.

There was peace in Zhao Huangting's eyes, he looked at An Le with soft eyes, he still remembered An Le's promise to take him home.

Now, An Le has done it, not only did it, even... It gave him a feeling of returning to his hometown.

"Anle, thank you."

Zhao Huangting looked at An Le and said softly.

An Le was carrying a yellow pear wooden sword box, in which were hidden swallows returning to their nests and ink pools, and wearing a green mountain and Ding Fengbo on his waist, when he heard Zhao Huangting's words, he was stunned for a moment, and then smiled.

"Senior and I don't need to be thankful. If it wasn't for the gift from Qingshan, I am afraid that I am still ignorant of swordsmanship. How could I have this opportunity?"

An Le chuckled.

One drink and one peck has its own cause and effect.

Zhao Huangting's eyes flickered, and he nodded, but he became more and more sympathetic.

In his life, the end was approaching, and he went north to fight the Yuanmeng Emperor, which was considered a fulfillment of his wish, and then he was able to see and give the green mountain to an evildoer like An Le.

Have fun, no regrets.

"Boy An, it's a rare opportunity to talk to the Holy Master, don't waste it, and besides... after the dialogue with the Holy Master, you have to seize the opportunity to break into the sixth realm, because after the dialogue with the Holy Master, the Holy Mountain will open the seventh mountain, As a person who talks to the Saint Master, you will inevitably be targeted by geniuses from all sides."

"If you don't have the cultivation base of the sixth realm, I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it."

"Dali's star list and Xiliang's list of asking demons are not a big problem. Although the top of the list is in the sixth realm, but with your boy's level of evil, it may not be impossible to fight. On the contrary, it is the Yuanmeng Falcon list, and Zhenwu. The Taoist of Guan, the little celestial master of Tianshi Mansion, the walker of Lanke Temple, the Buddha of Lianhua Temple, the young Guanyin of Ganye Temple, etc... Their cultivation base should have set foot on the seventh realm, as far as you are concerned , is the big challenge.”

Zhao Huangting said softly.

He wanted to tell An Le one last time.

When An Le heard this, her face turned serious.

Zhao Huangting has also shared with him the news of the Yuanmeng Falcon Ranking these days, which is the ranking of the younger generation in the Yuanmeng Empire.

The Emperor Yuanmeng sacrificed the power of the dragon veins, and these powers were fed back to the Yuanmeng Empire, which made the younger generation of the Yuanmeng Empire full of talents and gave birth to many monsters.

The geniuses at the top of the Falcon list are all very not to be underestimated.

And Daozi, little celestial master, Lanke Xingxing, Buddha son, Shaoguanyin and others are all the most talented geniuses cultivated by the top forces in the world with all their resources, and they are all impressive.

It is normal for them to set foot on the seven realms at such a young age.

After all, these geniuses have carried the painstaking efforts of the major forces, and the goal is even to hit the ten realms.

If they really competed together for the position of the Lord of the Seventh Mountain of the Holy Mountain, the pressure would indeed be quite heavy for An Le, who is no more than five realms now.

Those people are different from the second prince, Zhao Pei, who lacks combat experience and has little cultivation, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

Most of them are like Zhao Huangting when he was young, traveling the mountains and rivers of the world to experience himself, the battles he experienced, and the dangers he faced were by no means rare.

"It's good to have challenges. I want to break through the six realms. I need some pressure. I hope they can give me enough pressure."

An Le said with a smile.

In today's An Le, the innate aura condensed in the dantian has a huge lake, which is larger than the innate lake opened by the second prince Zhao Pei after he broke through to the sixth realm. In fact, it is not far away.

However, just because the lake formed by the innate aura is too large, it will be more difficult to break through the realm. Although there is only one opportunity and chance to break into the sixth realm, it is not so easy to really break into it.

From the fifth realm to the sixth realm is a leap from the lower five realms to the upper five realms, which is no small matter.

As for cultivating the gods, An Le's sitting and forgetting glow has not yet reached its peak, and because of the concentration of the heart sword, every time An Le's refining the gods breaks through the realm, it will not be easy.

Because it is necessary to refine the heart sword to the next level.

Perhaps, these geniuses on the Yuanmeng Falcon List, such as Daozi, little celestial masters, and Buddhist disciples, can put enough pressure on him to break through the big barrier of the six realms.

The second to third realms are small barriers.

The five realms to the six realms, and the eighth realm to the ninth realm are called great barriers.

And the ninth realm to the tenth realm can be called the natural moat.

As for the tenth realm to the eleventh realm... that is already an unimaginable leap. Don't say that nowadays, since ancient times, there are very few people who have set foot on the eleventh realm.

In the era when a hundred schools of thought contended ten thousand years ago, there were quite a few eleventh realms, such as the founders of various families, and the peerless emperor ten thousand years ago, who were also recorded in the classics as beings who truly stepped into the eleventh realm.

But now, with the passage of time and the change of time, even the birth of the tenth realm has become very difficult, let alone the eleventh realm.

"If you have a chance, don't underestimate those people. There are so many people in the younger generation, and there is no fuel-efficient lamp to stand in such a position."

Zhao Huangting said.

An Le nodded, and the two of them stopped talking and continued walking on the familiar bluestone road.

On both sides, there are layers of figures, all of whom are the people in Lin'an Mansion, as well as literati and inkmen who came to watch the fun.

Of course, there were also quite a few practitioners in the rivers and lakes who stared in amazement, clicked their tongues, and whispered to An Le who came in from outside Lin'an Mansion.

The world-renowned Master An, his reputation is naturally known to the world, and of course they are also aware of the conflict between Master An and the emperor of the Zhao family.

Hearing that Mr. An is going back to Lin'an Mansion, many people still think that this is an act of beating to death. Mr. An offended the emperor of the Zhao family, how could the emperor let him enter the city happily?
The huge momentum before, and the movement of the gold and silver armor temple tigers and tigers coming out together, are enough to illustrate the anger of the emperor of the Zhao family.

As a result, after a short while, I only felt a wave of terrifying and strong aura erupting outside the city, and then, the world-renowned Master An came in Lin'an in such a blatant manner.

For a while, the common people, practitioners, and literati who watched the excitement were all horrified.

There was only silence on the huge long street.

An Le didn't pay much attention to these people, and walked along the familiar Royal Street with Zhao Huangting, walked across the Qingshiban Road, and arrived at Qingbo Street.

The people around him also gradually decreased, and those troops and the Sihu arresters from Dali Temple all dispersed.

Even the emperor of the Zhao family didn't dare to say anything. Those who eat public food don't need to have a sense of justice and draw swords for the emperor.

Therefore, An Le and Zhao Huangting were instantly happy.

At the intersection of Qingbo Street stands the Taimiao.

Zhao Huangting left the Ancestral Temple, but the emperor of the Zhao family did not forget this place, and would still send people to clean it every day, and light incense by the way, so as to keep the incense strong and not ruined.

Zhao Huangting looked at the Taimiao, and there was a wave of fluctuation in his eyes. In fact, they had not left the Taimiao for a long time.

However, for Zhao Huangting, returning here feels like a world away.

Su Muzhe supported him, walked to the door, pushed open the door, and entered.

Zhao Huangting sat on the rocking chair, and the rocking chair creaked and swayed, as if singing a song of time.

An Le stood outside the door watching for a while, then smiled.

After cupping his fists to say goodbye, he walked towards Taimiao Alley, which is not a spacious alley, and the black eaves on both sides protrude slightly. screen.

Wan Jieliu didn't come with him, and went to Lin'an to enjoy himself, it was a rare visit to Lin'an, so naturally Wan Jieliu would not treat him badly.

But Li Qingchuan couldn't leave, as Anle's Taoist slave, he was Anle's slave, so he had to follow the master.

Besides, now Li Qingchuan has accepted his fate, and even thinks that following a Tianjiao who can talk to a holy master is not too bad as a Taoist slave. If An Le becomes the mountain master in the future, he has to consider adding the clock and continue to follow What about An Le?

Therefore, Li Qingchuan, dressed in a neat Taoist robe, quietly followed behind An Le.

An Le ignored him, pushed open the closed door of the small courtyard, and stepped into the not-so-spacious courtyard.

The old locust tree is still standing in the courtyard, with luxuriant branches and leaves. With the breeze, the locust leaves rubbed against each other, making a sound like running water.

The two sword holes in the trunk are full of sword energy, lingering endlessly.

Perhaps sensing the return of An Le, the old locust tree seemed to shake slightly.

An Le glanced at the old locust tree, and smiled lightly. In order to respond to the old locust tree's welcome, his mind moved.

The swords in the box burst out one after another.

Qingshan Mochi Yan returned to its nest... Three swords, finished in the shape of characters, were stuck on the trunk of the old locust tree.

Qingshan and Mochi still returned to the familiar sword cave.

On the other hand, Yan Guichao, this first-grade extreme sword, was full of sword energy, and directly opened a palm-length vertical hole in the old locust tree.

In fact, Yan Guichao is used as a broad sword, and the sword hole really can't hold it.

The three swords were stuck on the tree, causing the leaves of the old locust tree to tremble more and more violently.

An Le smiled, feeling quite good.

After returning to the house, he changed into a clean white shirt, then sat in the yard, under the old locust tree, closed his eyes and rested his mind, enjoying a rare quietness.

However, within the Lin'an Mansion, waves of mental fluctuations continued to sweep over.

Now without Zhao Huangting's cover, these prying eyes will naturally emerge endlessly.

It's different from before, now Anle's status in Lin'an Mansion is too special, it's impossible for no one to spy on her.

Of course, An Le didn't care, and took a rest for a while calmly, his mind seemed to be immersed.

This kind of going out for a long time, after returning home, there will be a period of mental burnout and laziness.

To be honest, this feeling is quite wonderful.

After sitting on the chair for a while, An Le got up and didn't stay in the yard for long. Li Qingchuan wanted to follow, but An Le refused.

"You stay in the yard and water those potted plants."

An Le said.

Hearing this, Li Qingchuan couldn't help nodding his head helplessly. He was a majestic Nine Realm cultivator and became a Taoist slave, yet he was assigned to water him...

An Le put the sword box in the yard, and only wore a green mountain handle when she left the yard, walked out of Taimiao Lane, stepped on Qingbo Street, walked for a while, and went straight to Yanchunli.

There are quite a lot of restaurants in Yanchun, and the flags of the restaurants are fluttering in the breeze of late spring.

An Le entered the long-lost tavern, and the proprietress was bored with her calculations at the counter.

When An Le entered the tavern, the proprietress glanced at her, and then her eyes widened: "Oh, Mr. An! Everyone, An Le!"

The proprietress was very pleasantly surprised, now in Lin'an, who doesn't know everyone?
An Le smiled: "Miss Boss, come to the Two Tans Old Yellow Bar."

Don't count on the jug, just count on the unopened mud altar, An Le plans to have a good drink with Zhao Huangting.

"Okay! Everyone, please wait a moment."

The proprietress still has a charming charm, she shook her body and went to prepare.

After a while, he came out with two wine jars sealed with mud.

"Everyone An takes it to drink, just drink it, it's a cleansing for everyone An."

The proprietress also knew about An Le's deeds, and she immediately became very proud.

An Le heard the words, but she didn't reject the proprietress' kindness, she cupped her fists and bowed, thanked her, and with the help of the proprietress, she hung up the straw basket and packed the two jars of wine separately.

An Le carried two jars of wine and strode out of the restaurant.

The proprietress sent it all the way to the door, still eager to see through.

In the tavern, there were drowsy drinkers who knew An Le, and immediately asked the proprietress.

"Shopkeeper, what is the origin of this young man that makes you so happy?"

"Even let him go whoring for nothing?"

As soon as the drinker finished speaking, the proprietress turned her hands on her hips and glared: "Keep your mouth clean, it was given to Mr. An by the old lady herself, whoring for nothing? My lady is rushing to let him whoring for nothing!"

"This is Mr. An, the leader of both civil and military subjects, who was chased out of the city by the Jinwu Guard Yinjia Guards of the Imperial City of Lin'an Mansion!"

The drinker was dumbfounded.

"Then you will give him wine? Are you not afraid of being targeted by the government?"

The proprietress immediately became displeased: "Why don't the officers and soldiers kill Yuanmeng barbarians if they are so capable? I open the door to do business, and give wine to whoever I like, and it's not like I committed some murder. The government can control it?"

"Furthermore, everyone in An can return to Lin'an safely, and they can come to my place to buy wine, which means that the government must have nothing to do with everyone in An. I don't understand the reason for this, why don't you hurry up and drink a few more bowls of wine to get yourself drunk? Find an excuse to cover up your stupidity!"

The drinkers around immediately burst into laughter, but the drinker who was pissed off by the proprietress was not annoyed, scratched his head, and ordered more wine freely.

The proprietress shook her head arrogantly, and continued to lean back on the counter, fiddling with the abacus.

An Le never paid attention to the affairs in the tavern.

After leaving the tavern, I took a detour to Ding Ya Lane. At the beef shop in Ding Ya Lane, I cut two catties of beef.

Although many primordial spirits were paying attention to his whereabouts, it was obvious that An Le only went to buy wine to buy meat, and did not cause much trouble.

An Le didn't bother to pay attention, and returned to Taimiao Lane.

At the door, he shouted to Zhao Huangting, who was sitting in the rocking chair at the door, basking in the warm sun with Su Muzhe.

"Senior, come drink and eat meat."

An Le dazzled the two jars of old rice wine he was carrying.

Zhao Huangting's eyes lit up immediately, he pulled up Su Muzhe, followed An Le, and went back to the yard together.

In the courtyard, Li Qingchuan stared at the old locust tree with three holes pierced by the sword, with his hands behind his back, and he stretched his neck in amazement.

"This old locust tree...has been smudged with the extraordinary sword energy of Young Master Qingshan, Mochi, and Yan Guichao, and I'm afraid it is going to become a master now."

As soon as An Le returned to the yard, he inserted the green mountain around his waist into the hole of the old locust tree.

Taking out the small table, put warm wine and sliced ​​meat on it, Su Mu covered Zhao Huangting and sat opposite An Le, and the three began to drink and eat meat.

Li Qingchuan knew that he was not qualified to join in, and he was not interested in the vulgar rice wine and beef. He continued to stare at the old locust tree, and raised his hand from time to time to flick the sword firmly inserted in it.

It provoked the sword energy in the branches and leaves of the old locust tree.

Zhao Huangting drank the old rice wine comfortably, his face was full of enjoyment.

After going north to fight the Yuanmeng Emperor, he can still return to the small courtyard, drink and eat meat, which really moved him.

During the period, Anle asked Li Qingchuan, who was doing nothing to tease the old locust tree, to grind ink for him and lay out rice paper.

Now that Li Qingchuan knew his current status, he worked diligently.

After drinking and eating, everyone entered the house, and An Le picked up his pen to paint.

This trip to the Northland and the life-and-death pursuit on the Canglang River have changed An Le's mood a lot.

The most important thing is that he even met the peerless emperor ten thousand years ago, and he has a unique emperor's spirit in him.

Open your eyes, Anle draws.

The painting is still ink bamboo, but the current ink bamboo is quite different from An Le's original ink bamboo, and it contains the spirit of An Le.

Xuan dyed ink is born, and bamboo emerges vividly. The bamboo on the paper is not only proud, but also domineering, as if a sharp sword is out of its sheath, trying to cut off the east, west, north, south, and north that have turned into tribulations!
Zhao Huangting stroked his beard in admiration, and couldn't put it down to watch Anle's painting of Bazhu.

In Lin'an, at the foot of the emperor.

Drinking, eating meat, painting... The years are quiet and good.

There is no dust in the household yard and leisure in the empty room.

There is no fighting, no disputes, so that An Le's mind is quite peaceful, and she enjoys it very much.

Unknowingly, the stars and the moon hang high.

In the room, Su Muzhe accompanied Zhao Huangting to watch the painting with a lamp.

An Le is sitting cross-legged under the old locust tree, wearing white clothes, looking up at the stars.

The leisurely years are the most intoxicating.

Today's An Le is not qualified to be so addicted.

He had to quickly boost his cultivation to the sixth realm, not only because after reaching the sixth realm, he could continue to climb the green mountain stone path and condense the golden core of sword intent.

It is also because, after breaking through the sixth realm, he has enough confidence to face the upcoming battle for the seventh mountain.

Mind moved.

Entangling [War Puppet] Dao Fruit.

I have never had time to study the Dao Fruit. Today I can finally go to see the Dao Fruit transformed from the time energy extracted from the body of Emperor Yuanmeng. What is so magical about it.

Of course, what Anle looks forward to more is the battle with the young Emperor Yuanmeng.

That kind of collision with the real top talent made him extremely emotional.

The scene in front of him suddenly changed.

The next moment, An Le felt his mind being pulled.

Opening his eyes slowly, he found himself in the green grassland.

The sky is blue, the wild is vast.

The wind blows the grass and sees the Emperor Yuan.

In the distance, the young Emperor Yuanmeng stood among the green grass, locked on Anle firmly, set his arrows and bent his bow, and the bow stretched to the full moon.

An Le just stabilized his figure, and his mind spread.

An arrow engulfs majestic innate aura and spiritual power...

It has pierced through his body.

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