Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years
Chapter 175 The old man Xici Taimiao Lane, the young man just left Lin'an, and then entered Lin
Chapter 175 The old man Xici Taimiao Lane, the young man just left Lin'an, and then entered Lin'an again
The morning light in Lin'an City is as beautiful as ever, the clouds are rippling in the sky, the warm sun is pouring down on the world, the air is not dry, and the long street is intertwined with fireworks.
Lying on the rocking chair, quietly watching the people coming and going on Qingbo Street, the children of the residents in the alleys, laughing and playing together, running in the late spring air, with curiosity and enthusiasm for strange things in their crystal dark eyes. Yearning, full of vigor and vitality of the rising life.
Often seeing such a picture, people can't help but think of the wantonness and freedom of their youth.
Zhao Huangting, as Da Zhao's old uncle, lived a long time. The first half of his life was very beautiful and romantic. He inherited the cultivation talent of the great ancestor of the Zhao family. When he was young, he was as dazzling as a pearl.
He has the heart of a chivalrous man, and he was not indulged in arrogance and extravagance because of his status as a royal family. He changed his name and surname, traveled the rivers and lakes, and set foot on the world.
He has been to the vast grassland where the Yuanmeng Empire originated, to Dali to see the starry night sky, and to Xiliang, where he saw the great evil in the world, and he was so indignant that he drew his sword and killed a man whose blood flowed like a river.
He climbed Yunjin Mountain, and saw the purple golden lotus in the lotus pond.
He visited the Zhenwu Temple in Qingcheng Mountain, and challenged Daozi in the temple.
He ferryed on the Canglang River, and he forged swords in Jianchi Lake.
He also set foot on Kunpeng Mountain and had a sword talk with the thousand-year-old monster.
It can be said that the brilliance of the first half of his life was forged in Zhao Huangting's temperament of swordsmanship, but he was a member of the Zhao family after all. When Da Zhao was ordered by Zhao Tianyan, he chose to move south.
Zhao Huangting fought three swords against Emperor Yuanmeng in the battle of moving south. In that battle, the strength of Emperor Yuanmeng was deeply engraved in Zhao Huangting's heart.
On the one hand, because of the power of the Yuanmeng Emperor, and on the other hand, the resentment caused by the great Zhao's southward migration was intertwined and surging in his heart, which made him sink and waste too long years in the Taimiao.
Wanting to break through the ninth realm and step into the tenth realm may be due to a lack of mental state, and because it is becoming more and more difficult to break through the tenth realm today. He was in the Taimiao until the end of his lifespan, but he still failed to break through. .
Although he felt regretful, Zhao Huangting was very open now.
He has long since stopped fluctuating his mood because of these things.
At the end of his life, he felt that he had a wonderful life.
Having seen such an arrogance as An Le, he also went north to challenge the Emperor Yuanmeng for a refreshing fight.
Even, he should have died in that battle, but in the end, not only did he not die, he even returned from the Northland to the Lin'an Mansion, where he was able to spend the last days of his life in the Taimiao, accompanied by his confidante. .
For him, all this was enough.
The purple qi golden lotus between the eyebrows began to dim more and more, Zhao Huangting knew that his time was running out, this time, he would really die, and his lifespan would be exhausted in the way of a mortal.
But he looked very open.
Su Mu covered him, clutching the crumpled book, pursing her lips, the sadness on her face was hard to hide, even if she wanted Zhao Huangting to see her optimistic attitude, she couldn't.
Zhao Huangting held her hand, and continued to be gentle in his eyes: "Don't be too sad, life is the beginning of a journey in this world, and I have passed through the wind and refreshed during this journey, and now the journey has come to an end, let nature take its course , without leaving any regrets, my life, Zhao Huangting, is enough."
"Mu Zhe, listen to me carefully. As the lord of Jianchi Palace, you still have a good chance of stepping into the tenth realm. You have this kind of luck. After I leave, you have to protect Anle. This kid's ability to cause trouble is superb. , while you are protecting him, you will surely find the opportunity to step into the Ten Realms."
Zhao Huangting's voice is gentle, for this woman who is still with him at the end of her life, Zhao Huangting feels very lucky.
"I know that An Le is the teacher's most important person. The entire Jianchi Palace is betting on him. Naturally, I will do my best to help An Le. His talent is already obvious. Now he has become the owner of the seventh mountain. In the future Unlimited, don't worry, don't worry about him too much."
Su Muzhe said, facing Zhao Huangting's broken thoughts, her eyes couldn't help being hazy, even though she was hundreds of years old, she still couldn't bear the parting.
The teardrops swirling in the eye sockets fell involuntarily, and hit the back of Zhao Huangting's hand holding her palm, bursting into pieces.
One drop after another, smudged in circles.
Zhao Huangting raised his hand and wiped away the tears from the woman's cheek.
"You are already the lord of the first palace, why do you still like to cry so much? Back then when you were walking in the rivers and lakes, I remember that you were injured, and you kept crying, moaning, and making noise."
Zhao Huangting said with a smile.
Su Muzhe recalled that she used to love to cry. At that time, she was not the female sword fairy that everyone admired in Jinguan City. She was just an ordinary young girl who entered the rivers and lakes. normal?
A trace of fatigue gradually appeared on Zhao Huangting's face: "After I leave, there is no need to tell An Le. If he finds out, he will definitely enter Lin'an. It is very dangerous for him to set foot in Lin'an today."
"Although he has become the Lord of the Seventh Mountain, he has exposed his identity as a tripod bearer. Zhao Tianyan will definitely not let go of the opportunity to kill him."
"In fact, Li You'an told me a long time ago that An Le may be the one who will change the fate of the Middle Earth. He obtained the future sword energy left by the holy master in the human world from the cliff on Fusong Mountain. He has seen the future. He has the ability to change the future."
"Perhaps this is because Li You'an is willing to send the Tiger Talisman of the Flying Tiger Army to An Le in one fell swoop when he is disappointed and angry with Da Zhao, and An Le... also has this kind of heart for a long time."
"So, with his current status, once he enters Lin'an, Zhao Tianyan will definitely not hold back at all."
Zhao Huangting said softly that this was also one of the reasons why he didn't want Anle to see him off.
It was also the seventh mountain that moved mountains, but the reason why he didn't want to send An Le off, in his current state, when An Le saw him, he knew that time was running out, and he would go to Lin'an to see him off for the last time.
Zhao Huangting didn't want An Le to be in such danger.
Su Muzhe nodded, she understood Zhao Huangting's thoughts.
"As for Da Zhao, he will be destroyed when it is time to be destroyed. This is a decree in the world. You don't need to interfere too much. You just need to follow An Le's footsteps and break through to the tenth realm."
"My unfulfilled thoughts, Mu Zhe, help me."
Su Muzhe's tears couldn't stop flowing, and he couldn't stop nodding.
"I will, I understand."
On Zhao Huangting's tired face, a smile suddenly appeared, the smile was bright and sunny, bathed in the rising sun, as if a warm stove was warming his body and mind.
"It's good like this...you don't have to see the destruction of Da Zhao, and you don't have to be in a dilemma because of it."
"Good."
Zhao Huangting slowly closed his eyes, and lightly patted the back of Su Muzhe's hand.
Slowly, the movement stopped.
His cheeks were bathed in the rising sun, and the smile on his face was frozen in time.
It seems to be bathed in the morning light and going into a deep sleep.
Su Muzhe stopped crying, and her face returned to sternness. She took out her palm and pulled the woolen blanket towards the old man, then bent down, and kissed the old man's forehead lightly.
Outside Lin'an Mansion.
The bell of Lanke Temple rang melodiously.
At the end of Qingbo Street, a monk from Lanke Temple in cassock walked side by side with Master Lin, walking slowly.
The two came to the Taimiao.
Su Muzhe got up slowly and bowed slightly.
Su Muzhe walked out of the Ancestral Temple before Fourth Master Lin set foot there.
The monk clasped his palms together.
Soon.
In the Taimiao, the sound of chanting scriptures sounded.
Passed away by name.
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There is no rain in Lin'an City today, but for half a day, the sky is suddenly overcast, and there are raindrops falling on the world. Every drop of rain seems to contain a little sadness.
Academy of Arts.
The rain hit the plantains, making muffled noises.
The second wife, Pang Ji, was sitting cross-legged under the hut, reading a book. Suddenly he put down the book in his hand and listened to the sound of the Sutra of the Past Life lingering in the drizzle. Pang Ji froze for a moment. Even older.
"The beginning of the end of an era is slowly beginning."
"Too many people will die, too many people don't want to die, they all want to fight for a chance."
"The death of Zhao Huangting and the opening of the curtain coincided with the opening of the Mausoleum of the First Emperor in Lishan... a bloody storm is coming."
Pang Ji exhaled lightly, his eyes drooped on his old face.
He and Zhao Huangting are not very close, far worse than the relationship between the third master Wang Banshan and Zhao Huangting.
However, at this moment, Pang Ji still got up, walked under the gate, looking at the rain-beaten plantains, and his Confucian shirt was flying in the wind and rain.
Clasping fists in the posture of a scholar.
"Go on."
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Qin Xiangfu.
Qin Lishi could suddenly feel that Da Zhao's luck seemed to have collapsed a large piece at this moment, as if the foundation had been shaken.
This made him a little puzzled, could it be... that the move of the Seventh Mountain would actually drive Da Zhao's luck into such a turmoil?
For a moment, it seemed like a big piece was missing.
Qin Lishi looked at the cool raindrops drifting down from the twilight clouds above Lin'an City, and his heart trembled slightly.
The chanting of the Sutra of Rebirth floated from the long street.
Qin Lishi was stunned, and seemed to understand why the national fortune of the Zhao Dynasty suddenly collapsed.
Uncle Huang, let's go.
From Zhao Taizu's failure to break through the longevity limit, after the fall of the great Zhao royal family, to Zhao Tianyan's succession to the throne, among the descendants, there are only a handful of outstanding generations, and Zhao Huangting, the old uncle of the Zhao family, can be regarded as the most talented and brilliant generation in the Zhao royal family.
Even for a long period of time, Zhao Tianyan placed great expectations on him, expecting to break into the tenth realm and become the pillar of Da Zhao, which would relieve Da Zhao a lot.
It is not that there are ten realms in Dazhao, such as Tianshi Mansion, Jianchi Palace and even Zhenwu Temple, all belong to the practice forces in Dazhao Dynasty, but Zhao Tianyan has no chance to dispatch these ten realm powerhouses, if the former Zhao Taizu Yes, but when Zhao Tianyan chose to move the huge Zhao to the south...
He lost the qualification to dispatch these ten-level powerhouses.
Needless to say, Jianchi Palace, the old sword master didn't even show his face, and didn't even look down on him.
The attitude of the viewer of the Zhenwu Temple is ambiguous, and the old celestial master of the Tianshi Mansion is the most likely to help Da Zhao. However, the Tianshi Mansion has a big plan and wants to become Da Zhao's state religion.
But if Tianshi Mansion becomes the state religion, then the master of Zhenwu Temple may disagree, so Zhao Tianyan has been pulling.
It's just that today's master's office also gave up Da Zhao, which made Zhao Tianyan very depressed and angry.
Of course he knew the reason for the failure of pulling, all because of the variable of An Le.
The second prince, Zhao Pei, was beheaded outside Lin'an City by An Le, which meant that the close connection between Da Zhao and the Tianshi Mansion was cut off. In addition, Zhao Tianyan even coveted the Millennium Purple Qi Golden Lotus, which made the Tianshi Mansion directly turn against him.
Therefore, Zhao Tianyan had hoped for a while that the old emperor would step into the ten realms, but unfortunately, such an astonishingly talented and brilliant generation of the Dazhao royal family still failed to take that step to change their fate.
Qin Lishi looked at the rain outside the window. He sat on a chair and watched quietly for a long time.
Then he got up and walked towards the imperial city.
He believed that the emperor of the Zhao family should also be able to sense Zhao Huangting's death.
Zhao Huangting's death is not a big deal now, but to some people, it is not a small thing.
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The emperor of the Zhao family was walking along the promenade between the palaces, and the breeze was blowing on his face, bringing some coolness mixed with rain.
The new Diao Si quietly followed behind, respectfully pouring him a pot of warm Zui Liu Xia, the wine was full of rich fragrance.
The emperor of the Zhao family held a cup and drank while strolling along the corridors of the palace.
The removal of the Seventh Mountain made him no longer continue to retreat, coupled with the opening of the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, he was shrouded in a sense of unease.
The Mausoleum of the First Emperor was opened by Emperor Yuanmeng. It is rumored that there is an opportunity to hit the eleventh realm in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor. If Emperor Yuanmeng gets this opportunity, then in the future... this huge world must be respected by Yuanmeng up.
Yuanmeng is different from Dazhao. Yuanmeng has two ten realms. Needless to say, a Yuanmeng emperor is number one in the world and overlooks the world.
The other one is King Yangzhai, who is also in the ten realms. Although he is much worse than the Yuanmeng emperor, and he stepped into the ten realms with the help of the Yuanmeng emperor, those who can enter the ten realms are naturally amazing. Yan generation.
If he didn't have the ability to enter the Ten Realm, even Emperor Yuan Meng would not be able to forcibly help him reach the Ten Realm.
The two ten realms of Yuanmeng are closely related to Yuanmeng. If there is a war, both of them will fight for Yuanmeng without hesitation. This is unmatched by other countries.
Even in Xiliang, the emperor of Xiliang entered the ten realms at the price of becoming a demon, but the other ten realm is the ruler of the Hell Palace, and he may not obey the orders of the emperor of Xiliang.
It can be said that among all the kingdoms, although Dazhao has peerless generals and a powerful army, he does not have ten realms to sit in command, so he is too empty after all.
Dali State has the State Teacher of Zhaixing, and the Supreme Elder of Zhaixing Cult. The Cult of Zhaixing supports the imperial power, which makes Dali Kingdom and Dazhao very different.
In comparison, Zhao Tianyan felt that he had moved Great Zhao to the south, and he had never regretted it until now, and even thought it was a very smart decision. Without this decision, Great Zhao would have been wiped out by Yuan Meng long ago.
While the emperor of the Zhao family was tasting the fine wine, the sound of monks from Lanke Temple chanting Buddhist scriptures came from somewhere.
The sound caused his eyes to fluctuate slightly, so Qin Lishi tore through the rain curtain and walked across from Baiyu Square.
"Your Majesty, the old emperor has gone."
Qin Lishi said respectfully.
Zhao Tianyan heard the words, but his face was very calm.
"Go as soon as you go, Zhao Huangting, although he belongs to the royal family of Zhao, but he is open to outsiders. The bamboo sword and the green mountain contain a big secret, and it is the sword that bears the will of the first emperor. In the end, Zhao Huangting gave An Le, who had nothing and was even an enemy of Da Zhao, and An Le at that time was only at the second level of cultivation."
Zhao Tianyan said coldly, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.
There was resentment in his voice, it was resentment towards Zhao Huangting.
Now that peace has become the climate, Yuanmeng Tianjiao Tielie, who can kill the peak of the seventh realm, has become the mountain lord of the seventh mountain in terms of identity, and has won the allegiance of Li Youan's flying tiger army...
It even became Zhao Tianyan's confidant's serious trouble.
Seventh Mountain is now moving out of the range of Lin'an Mansion. Although Zhao Tianyan is unwilling, he has no way to stop Seventh Mountain from moving.
It is the power of the holy mountain to move the holy mountain, and it is something that the holy master allowed. He did not dare to send an army to directly attack the mountain, so he could only watch Anle and Qishan leave Lin'an mansion.
In Zhao Tianyan's view, Anle's rise was inseparable from Zhao Huangting, and that bamboo sword and green mountain was Anle's great opportunity!
Therefore, his resentment towards Zhao Huangting was naturally logical.
Qin Lishi could naturally hear the resentment in the words of the emperor of the Zhao family, but he didn't come here to listen to Zhao Tianyan's complaints.
"Your Majesty, An Le moved to the Seventh Mountain, but Zhao Huangting did not go to see him off. Perhaps it was to prevent An Le from seeing that his time was approaching, because he knew that if An Le found out that he was dead, he would definitely go to Lin'an to see him off for the last time. Procedure."
"I think I can use this to make a big fuss and attract An Le to come to An Le for a walk. For An Le, Zhao Huangting has the grace of knowing him. When he was weak, Zhao Huang Ting passed on An Le's Chasing Green Mountains and Bamboo Sword, and taught him Cipai sword moves. Practicing is considered a teacher."
"If An Le had heard the news of Zhao Huangting's fall, but never came to An... Then naturally he can be advertised as an ungrateful, wolf-hearted person."
"Now that he is a leader, he naturally cannot bear such an insult. If he wants to gather momentum, such a stigma will make it much more difficult for him to gather momentum."
"And if An Le really dares to come to An... Although An Le is the lord of the Seventh Mountain now, but because of his status as a tripod bearer, he also got Li You'an's Flying Tiger Army Tiger Talisman, participated in the world's disputes, and was not protected by the Holy Mountain. Come to Lin'an, let him come and go!"
Qin Lishi's eyes sparkled brightly.
Today's collapse of Dazhao's luck has raised alarm bells in Qin Lishi's heart. If An Le is allowed to grow, Dazhao's luck will only get weaker and weaker.
If things go on like this, even if Qin Lishi becomes the Grand Master of Great Zhao and shares the national fortune of Great Zhao, it will be difficult for him to use this national fortune to improve himself.
As for the Mausoleum of the First Emperor... Qin Lishi did not dare to go.
Who knows what kind of crisis exists in the mausoleum, Qin Lishi has not yet faced the deadline, and he still has the courage to procrastinate.
And the great Zhao Guoyun is the fate of Qin Lishi, and it is his great opportunity to enter the ten realms.
The more prosperous the country of Zhao, the better it is for him!
It is no wonder that those who entered the court and held high positions would devote themselves to the country. It turned out that the strength of the country was closely related to their own strength.
The emperor of the Zhao family narrowed his eyes, looking at the icy rain.
What Qin Lishi said made a thoughtful look appear on his face.
"Will Anle come?"
"Zhao Huangting is dead after all, just to see the dead Zhao Huangting, how could An Le put himself in such a crisis?"
Qin Lishi said with a smile: "Anle will come. This son once said that the kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring... He is a person who values love and righteousness. Zhao Huangting has a great kindness to him. He will not stop coming." .”
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Zhao Huangting's death did not cause too many waves.
In this world, people are dying all the time, some people die because of accidents, some people die because of deadlines, and some people die because of wars...
The ways of death are different, but the ending is the same, all are death.
Moreover, Zhao Huangting's era has passed, and it has been silent for 500 years. Although he went north to the capital of Yuanmeng and fought Nirvana with the emperor of Yuanmeng, and gained a reputation, it was only a flash in the pan.
The Ninth Realm, which is approaching its deadline, has not entered the Tenth Realm, so naturally it will not attract too many people's attention.
However, it is naturally not the case for people or things that are concerned about.
Shu, Jinguan City.
Hundreds of miles away, among the continuous mountains, the Seventh Mountain is located here.
The ghostly shadows of the mountains and rivers above the sky gradually dissipated, and the images of mountains and rivers woven by the fate of the mountains and rivers also began to disappear without a trace.
The sky and the earth returned to calm, and there was silence in the mountains.
On the top of the Seventh Mountain, Anle stood calmly, his mood was difficult to fluctuate for a long time, and he was immersed in the impact brought by the vision intertwined in the mountain and river tripod to help move the mountain.
Teleportation in space is a very powerful means.
At least, what An Le can know is that it is impossible for the strong in the Nine Realms to move in space, and walking in space is naturally the fastest and most powerful method.
The sixth mountain lord once used the ink pool to move thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, but that didn't involve space, it was more like a positioning swordsmanship, which was very different from pure space wandering.
Therefore, in the nine realms of An Le cognition, no one can travel in space.
I don't know if the Ten Realms can do it.
An Le integrated mountains and rivers into his body, An Le felt that he would like to allow research in this area in the past.
Integrating the art of war, the fusion is not only a simple weapon, but also some functions in the weapon magic weapon are also integrated with itself to form a physical supernatural power, so that it can be called the master of war.
The mountain wind howled.
On the seventh mountain, the soul clones of several mountain masters descended one after another, and even the sixth mountain master descended in the form of soul clones.
An Le didn't continue to think about it, and cupped his fists at the avatars of the mountain masters: "Thank you, brothers and sisters."
Several mountain masters smiled and waved their hands.
"Junior Brother, now the Seventh Mountain has completed the move of the mountain, and it will be fixed here, and it cannot continue to move the mountain."
"Our task can be regarded as completed. The next road, the younger brother will go by himself. If you are free, you can come to the holy mountain to chat with us."
"Little brother, your art of war is integrated into your body, and you will definitely need a mountain and river tripod in the future. When you need to integrate, come here. The mountain and river tripod inside the holy mountain is not qualified for refining. You If it can be refined and integrated, it will naturally be a blessing in the world."
The mountain masters spoke one after another, and their primordial avatars began to dissipate like bits and pieces, unable to stay any longer.
Obviously, a mountain movement consumed most of the power of their primordial avatars.
An Le cupped his fists and bowed, and solemnly thanked the mountain masters.
The second mountain owner Su Zhanxian, the third mountain owner Wen Lushang, the fourth mountain owner Li Xuanji, the fifth mountain owner Gu Haitang, etc. all smiled and responded to Anle.
In the end, one after another dissipated between heaven and earth.
The soul clone of the sixth mountain master took a deep look at An Le, and said coolly, "I'm optimistic about you."
After the words fell, the primordial spirit avatar disappeared.
As always, he maintained his coolness.
A figure fell lightly, the old sword master was dressed in sackcloth, with the Yingying sword hanging on his waist, and his white hair.
He landed on the top of the Seventh Mountain, looking at An Le, his eyes could not help showing a touch of surprise.
"Unexpectedly, Xiaoyou An has already reached such a level in just a short period of time. His dual cultivation base has stepped into the sixth realm, and he has even become the master of the seventh mountain and the disciple of the holy master. It's amazing."
The old sword master smiled heartily.
He has always been very optimistic about Anle, and when Anle rang the sword bell 36 times, he understood that what the Jianchi Palace, which is now in decline, needs is Anle.
An Le has never entered Jianchi Palace, so he is not considered a disciple of Jianchi Palace, but the old sword master boldly bet the entire Jianchi Palace on Anle.
It now appears that this bet is beginning to pay off gradually.
"Senior." An Le naturally saw the old Juggernaut and clasped his fists with a smile.
For this one of the ten realms of the world, Anle gave due respect. From him, Anle could feel the power of the will of heaven and earth. The emperor's stone figurines once told Anle the secret of the ten realms, the reason why the ten realms were called To be in the ten realms is to control the will of heaven and earth, and to control a great way.
The old sword master stroked his beard and smiled, standing on the seventh mountain, admiring the scenery of the seventh mountain.
The admiration in his eyes became more and more intense. He looked at An Le carefully, and he naturally noticed that An Le's physical body was different.
The physical body seems to contain the aura of Shanheding.
The eyes of the old sword saint surged with strange colors: "I have visited the holy mountains in the early years and communicated with many mountain owners. Every holy mountain hides a mountain and river tripod given by the holy master. Now you, the mountain and river tripod of the seventh mountain The tripod qi machine is not in the mountain, but in your body, you integrated the mountain and river tripod into your body?"
An Le naturally didn't find it surprising that the ten-level powerhouse could notice the difference in him.
The aura of Shanhe Ding is so special, it is normal to be sensed, of course, this also shows from the side that An Le has not yet mastered the practice of "Jiu Ding Bing Master Sutra".
If he can subdue the aura of the mountain and river tripod, he will be truly famous in the body forging.
However, it has only just begun, and he still has a long way to go in the future.
An Le didn't hide anything, and briefly explained Rong Rong's art of war.
The old sword master didn't take it seriously at first, but... as he listened, the smile on the old man's face gradually faded, and a look of extreme solemnity and excitement appeared.
"Multiple Art of War..."
The old sword master murmured.
Feeling An Le's transformed body, he couldn't help but feel agitated.
"This method... is very suitable for Jianchi Palace! Jianchi Palace is the most treasured sword-making place in the world. With Jianchi Lake, the probability of swords being forged by the disciples of Jianchi Palace will be greatly increased."
"And every swordsmith in Jianchi Palace has an inseparable relationship with the sword, and is extremely suitable for the art of war. They will definitely learn and master the art of war more easily than ordinary practitioners!"
Although the old sword sage had just heard Anle's description of Rong Bing Art for the first time, in the Yuanshen, he had already started countless deduction, combining Rong Bing Art with the practice of Jianchi Palace disciples, and finally came up with a Rong Bing Art that can Bringing the conclusion of the overall transformation to Jianchi Palace!
Anle... It really is the opportunity of Jianchi Palace!
Those who can ring the sword bell 36 times have an inseparable relationship with Jianchi Palace.
Everything in the world has its own destiny!
However, the old sword master didn't talk much about this topic at the moment. After all, the Art of War was created by An Le, even if he knew it would be useful to the disciples of Jianchi Palace, if An Le didn't want it, he couldn't force it.
"The old man felt that the seventh mountain was moving, so he made it from the lake. Only when he came out of Jianchi Lake did he realize that there was a big change in the north. The ancient tomb on Lishan was opened, and that ancient tomb was The tomb of a peerless emperor for thousands of years contains great opportunities. Although the old man is in the tenth realm, he will not live forever, and the time limit is approaching. This time when I leave the lake, I just go for a walk in the ancient tomb."
The old sword master said with a smile.
An Le was not surprised when he heard that the ancient tomb of the first emperor was opened, and most of the people who were about to die would go for it, even the old sword master was no exception.
"Senior entered the mausoleum with a cultivation base of the tenth realm, but you should be more careful." An Le reminded, but he didn't remind too much.
The old sword master looked at An Le, and he was still quite clear about An Le's reminder.
The green mountain with bamboo sword in An Le's hand had shown its splendor before Yuanmeng Dadu in the north, and the will of that peerless emperor was displayed in it. Therefore, he attached great importance to An Le's reminder.
"Thank you Mr. An for your reminder. Old people should be very vigilant. Although the old man is in the tenth realm, he is only a land immortal who has cultivated his body, but he has never stepped into Nirvana when he cultivated a god. If he meets Emperor Yuanmeng, his chances of winning are not as good as [-]%. Be wary."
The old sword master laughed at himself.
The two started chatting in the mountains. The old sword master valued An Le very much, so he knew everything about An Le's problems.
"Senior, with your ten-level cultivation base, can you travel through space?"
Anle asked curiously.
He knew that the Nine Realms couldn't move in space like the Seventh Mountain moved mountains.
What about the Land Immortal of the Ten Realms?
Can a strong man who claims to have mastered the will of heaven and earth, and a great way, do it?
The old sword master was taken aback for a moment, and then he thought of the move of the Seventh Mountain across thousands of miles. It was a direct breakthrough into the space and then moved out of it, so the confusion arose.
He thought for a while, raised his hand, and in the palm of his hand, a ray of sword energy was born, and the sword energy was like a storm, turning faster and stronger, and stronger!
In the end, the air twisted, and even a black crack emerged.
"This is a crack in space. When a cultivator of the ten realms uses a certain skill to the extreme, he can break the space, but... the space is chaotic and disorderly, like a chaos, even if it is as strong as Emperor Yuanmeng, both sides At the peak of the Ten Realms, one can easily break through space, but it is impossible to realize space walking."
"First of all, the strength of the physical body is not allowed, and secondly... breaking the space and entering the space, without a sense of direction, naturally it is impossible to move. In the space, the power of the space will continue to wear down the power of the practitioner. Once the power is worn down to After falling below the level of breaking the space, you will even be trapped in the space forever, without energy supply... you will sink into it forever."
"So traveling through space is very dangerous, and it is impossible to do it in the ten realms."
The old sword master said.
The Ten Realms can break the space and enter the space, but... can't walk in the space.
An Le thought about it, if his physical body was strong enough, with the help of Shanhe Ding to provide a range of assistance, could he... be able to travel in space?
However, just thinking about it now, there is still a long way to go to truly turn theory into practice.
Just as An Le and the old Juggernaut were talking with a smile.
An Le's snow-white clothes suddenly fluttered, and the bamboo sword Qingshan on her waist trembled violently.
The long sound of sword qi has a hint of sadness!
An Le's complexion changed slightly.
The old sword master stroked his beard and focused his eyes: "There are only two reasons for the whining of the sword, one is that the sword will be broken, and the other is that the person holding the sword will die."
"Now that the sword is not broken, Mr. An's aura is also strong. It doesn't look like a sign of falling. It may be that the former sword holder fell, which caused the sword to wail."
The words of the old sword master gradually made An Le's heart feel heavy.
He suddenly thought that Su Muzhe, the lord of Jianchi Palace, did not seem to bring Zhao Huangting to say goodbye to him today on the seventh mountain.
An Le didn't pay too much attention to it, he only thought of where Su Muzhe and Zhao Huangting went to play and enjoy the rest of their lives.
But at this moment, Qingshan's mourning made Anle's heart filled with sadness.
Scenes of scenes appeared in front of his eyes.
It was the scene of meeting Zhao Huangting, the first time I moved to the small courtyard in Taimiao Lane, the first time I saw the old man come to visit, talk about painting with the old man, paint bamboo for the old man...
The old man swept the formation for him, burned the fire of Nirvana, and led him out of Lin'an City.
Then he rode the sword with the old man and headed north to the capital of Yuanmeng...
In the heavy rain, he fled from Yuanmeng Dadu all the way to the south with the old man on his back.
The pictures of each scene, like the pictures of the years, emerged and surged before his eyes.
Holding the bamboo sword and Qingshan, An Le's heart felt extremely heavy.
"Senior Zhao... is gone."
Anle's voice was low.
Hearing the words, the old sword master fell silent. Although he didn't like Zhao Huangting very much, it was because Zhao Huangting abducted his precious apprentice.
But when he really heard the news of Zhao Huangting's death, the old sword master felt very sorry.
Zhao Huangting... the proud generation of the great Zhao royal family.
It's a pity, after all, he fell before the tenth realm.
It can be said that Zhao Huangting was the biggest victim of moving south. He retreated to the south and fought three swords against Emperor Yuanmeng. The obsession with wanting to fight the Emperor Yuanmeng again, but his cultivation level is not enough, and he has not broken through the ten realms for a long time, which made Zhao Huangting dare not go to the capital of Yuanmeng.
A vicious cycle was formed, and finally... Zhao Huangting's spirit was consumed, and Zhao Huangting was left with regret for the rest of his life.
Although in the end, Zhao Huangting still went north to fight the Emperor Yuanmeng, but that was because he ignited the fire of Nirvana and did so at the cost of burning his life and hope.
"Xiao Zhao...it's a pity."
"However, he was able to pass on the Qingshan to you, which shows that he is very discerning."
The old sword master said.
An Le held the bamboo sword in his hands, feeling the sadness of the sword, and the sadness that surged in his heart made his hand holding the sword forceful.
Why didn't Zhao Huangting say goodbye to him?
An Le thought about it carefully, and then he understood the reason. Presumably, he was unwilling to let An Le enter Lin'an again. After all, his status is different now.
When the identity of the owner of the holy mountain is useless, An Le dares to enter Lin'an, and he will definitely face a crisis like a net of heaven and earth.
Zhao Huangting was thinking about safety when he was dying.
An Le couldn't help feeling sad, Zhao Huangting and him were both teachers and friends, but An Le couldn't see him for the last time.
Thinking of this, An Le felt a little stuck in his heart.
The wind on the mountain is slightly cool, and it can't help but feel a bit biting cold.
An Le stood on the top of the mountain, a little lonely, the mournful cry of bamboo swords and green mountains resounded through the heaven and earth.
Zhao Huangting has held the sword Qingshan for 500 years, and the sword and people have emotions. Although Zhao Huangting has never really discovered the mystery of Qingshan, Qingshan is not an ordinary sword after all.
An Le let go of his hand, and the sword energy intertwined on the green mountain, like a dragon wrapped around it, flying continuously over the seventh mountain.
An Le stared blankly at Qingshan.
A picture of the past involuntarily appeared in his eyes.
"The old man took your painting, didn't he promise to give you a sword? Therefore, I came to give you a sword after rushing early this morning."
The old man's voice and smile still appeared in front of his eyes.
Then the old man took off the broken bamboo sword from his waist and handed it over.
The spring rain is lonely, and a few raindrops roll on the bamboo sword.
The picture is like condensed smoke, and strands of strands are intertwined in front of the eyes. Anle closes his eyes and recalls, feeling sad.
Suddenly, An Le opened his eyes, raised his hand and made a move, the bamboo sword flitted back from the green mountain, fell into An Le's hands, and was solemnly hung on his waist.
"I'll take you to send senior off."
An Le said softly.
The bamboo sword has a spirit, so far it has gradually ceased to sing.
Even if going to Lin'an City is dangerous, even if he knows that Zhao Huangting doesn't want to go there in peace, it's for his own good, for his sake.
But it is very rare in the world to forget the New Year's friendship.
Sending each other a ride, the idea can be understood.
The old sword master was at the side, seeing that An Le had regained his grip on the green hill, and was about to re-enter Lin'an just after leaving Lin'an, his eyes couldn't help flickering with a complex color, but there was a bit of appreciation in the complexity.
Anle, who values love and righteousness, at least let the old sword master know in his heart that he bet and entrusted Jianchi Palace to Anle.
"Mr. An, you are now a tripod bearer. Now that you have entered Lin'an, with the temperament of the emperor of the Zhao family who is afraid of big crises, you definitely want to kill such crises like you in the cradle."
"It's better to let the old man give you a ride. It just so happens that the old man also goes to see Zhao Huangting for the last time. After all, this guy has cheated the old man's most precious apprentice."
The old sword master said with a smile.
An Le heard the words, immediately cupped his fists and bowed, facing the mountain wind, thanked the old sword sage.
"Just leave Lin'an, then enter Lin'an again."
"Even if Lin'an is already a den of dragons and tigers, this old man will take you for a while, then the emperor of the Zhao family will definitely set up a net to wait for you, but..."
"Let's see, the old and majestic land fairy, accompanying you to Lin'an, this son of the Zhao family...will he still dare to attack you?!"
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(End of this chapter)
The morning light in Lin'an City is as beautiful as ever, the clouds are rippling in the sky, the warm sun is pouring down on the world, the air is not dry, and the long street is intertwined with fireworks.
Lying on the rocking chair, quietly watching the people coming and going on Qingbo Street, the children of the residents in the alleys, laughing and playing together, running in the late spring air, with curiosity and enthusiasm for strange things in their crystal dark eyes. Yearning, full of vigor and vitality of the rising life.
Often seeing such a picture, people can't help but think of the wantonness and freedom of their youth.
Zhao Huangting, as Da Zhao's old uncle, lived a long time. The first half of his life was very beautiful and romantic. He inherited the cultivation talent of the great ancestor of the Zhao family. When he was young, he was as dazzling as a pearl.
He has the heart of a chivalrous man, and he was not indulged in arrogance and extravagance because of his status as a royal family. He changed his name and surname, traveled the rivers and lakes, and set foot on the world.
He has been to the vast grassland where the Yuanmeng Empire originated, to Dali to see the starry night sky, and to Xiliang, where he saw the great evil in the world, and he was so indignant that he drew his sword and killed a man whose blood flowed like a river.
He climbed Yunjin Mountain, and saw the purple golden lotus in the lotus pond.
He visited the Zhenwu Temple in Qingcheng Mountain, and challenged Daozi in the temple.
He ferryed on the Canglang River, and he forged swords in Jianchi Lake.
He also set foot on Kunpeng Mountain and had a sword talk with the thousand-year-old monster.
It can be said that the brilliance of the first half of his life was forged in Zhao Huangting's temperament of swordsmanship, but he was a member of the Zhao family after all. When Da Zhao was ordered by Zhao Tianyan, he chose to move south.
Zhao Huangting fought three swords against Emperor Yuanmeng in the battle of moving south. In that battle, the strength of Emperor Yuanmeng was deeply engraved in Zhao Huangting's heart.
On the one hand, because of the power of the Yuanmeng Emperor, and on the other hand, the resentment caused by the great Zhao's southward migration was intertwined and surging in his heart, which made him sink and waste too long years in the Taimiao.
Wanting to break through the ninth realm and step into the tenth realm may be due to a lack of mental state, and because it is becoming more and more difficult to break through the tenth realm today. He was in the Taimiao until the end of his lifespan, but he still failed to break through. .
Although he felt regretful, Zhao Huangting was very open now.
He has long since stopped fluctuating his mood because of these things.
At the end of his life, he felt that he had a wonderful life.
Having seen such an arrogance as An Le, he also went north to challenge the Emperor Yuanmeng for a refreshing fight.
Even, he should have died in that battle, but in the end, not only did he not die, he even returned from the Northland to the Lin'an Mansion, where he was able to spend the last days of his life in the Taimiao, accompanied by his confidante. .
For him, all this was enough.
The purple qi golden lotus between the eyebrows began to dim more and more, Zhao Huangting knew that his time was running out, this time, he would really die, and his lifespan would be exhausted in the way of a mortal.
But he looked very open.
Su Mu covered him, clutching the crumpled book, pursing her lips, the sadness on her face was hard to hide, even if she wanted Zhao Huangting to see her optimistic attitude, she couldn't.
Zhao Huangting held her hand, and continued to be gentle in his eyes: "Don't be too sad, life is the beginning of a journey in this world, and I have passed through the wind and refreshed during this journey, and now the journey has come to an end, let nature take its course , without leaving any regrets, my life, Zhao Huangting, is enough."
"Mu Zhe, listen to me carefully. As the lord of Jianchi Palace, you still have a good chance of stepping into the tenth realm. You have this kind of luck. After I leave, you have to protect Anle. This kid's ability to cause trouble is superb. , while you are protecting him, you will surely find the opportunity to step into the Ten Realms."
Zhao Huangting's voice is gentle, for this woman who is still with him at the end of her life, Zhao Huangting feels very lucky.
"I know that An Le is the teacher's most important person. The entire Jianchi Palace is betting on him. Naturally, I will do my best to help An Le. His talent is already obvious. Now he has become the owner of the seventh mountain. In the future Unlimited, don't worry, don't worry about him too much."
Su Muzhe said, facing Zhao Huangting's broken thoughts, her eyes couldn't help being hazy, even though she was hundreds of years old, she still couldn't bear the parting.
The teardrops swirling in the eye sockets fell involuntarily, and hit the back of Zhao Huangting's hand holding her palm, bursting into pieces.
One drop after another, smudged in circles.
Zhao Huangting raised his hand and wiped away the tears from the woman's cheek.
"You are already the lord of the first palace, why do you still like to cry so much? Back then when you were walking in the rivers and lakes, I remember that you were injured, and you kept crying, moaning, and making noise."
Zhao Huangting said with a smile.
Su Muzhe recalled that she used to love to cry. At that time, she was not the female sword fairy that everyone admired in Jinguan City. She was just an ordinary young girl who entered the rivers and lakes. normal?
A trace of fatigue gradually appeared on Zhao Huangting's face: "After I leave, there is no need to tell An Le. If he finds out, he will definitely enter Lin'an. It is very dangerous for him to set foot in Lin'an today."
"Although he has become the Lord of the Seventh Mountain, he has exposed his identity as a tripod bearer. Zhao Tianyan will definitely not let go of the opportunity to kill him."
"In fact, Li You'an told me a long time ago that An Le may be the one who will change the fate of the Middle Earth. He obtained the future sword energy left by the holy master in the human world from the cliff on Fusong Mountain. He has seen the future. He has the ability to change the future."
"Perhaps this is because Li You'an is willing to send the Tiger Talisman of the Flying Tiger Army to An Le in one fell swoop when he is disappointed and angry with Da Zhao, and An Le... also has this kind of heart for a long time."
"So, with his current status, once he enters Lin'an, Zhao Tianyan will definitely not hold back at all."
Zhao Huangting said softly that this was also one of the reasons why he didn't want Anle to see him off.
It was also the seventh mountain that moved mountains, but the reason why he didn't want to send An Le off, in his current state, when An Le saw him, he knew that time was running out, and he would go to Lin'an to see him off for the last time.
Zhao Huangting didn't want An Le to be in such danger.
Su Muzhe nodded, she understood Zhao Huangting's thoughts.
"As for Da Zhao, he will be destroyed when it is time to be destroyed. This is a decree in the world. You don't need to interfere too much. You just need to follow An Le's footsteps and break through to the tenth realm."
"My unfulfilled thoughts, Mu Zhe, help me."
Su Muzhe's tears couldn't stop flowing, and he couldn't stop nodding.
"I will, I understand."
On Zhao Huangting's tired face, a smile suddenly appeared, the smile was bright and sunny, bathed in the rising sun, as if a warm stove was warming his body and mind.
"It's good like this...you don't have to see the destruction of Da Zhao, and you don't have to be in a dilemma because of it."
"Good."
Zhao Huangting slowly closed his eyes, and lightly patted the back of Su Muzhe's hand.
Slowly, the movement stopped.
His cheeks were bathed in the rising sun, and the smile on his face was frozen in time.
It seems to be bathed in the morning light and going into a deep sleep.
Su Muzhe stopped crying, and her face returned to sternness. She took out her palm and pulled the woolen blanket towards the old man, then bent down, and kissed the old man's forehead lightly.
Outside Lin'an Mansion.
The bell of Lanke Temple rang melodiously.
At the end of Qingbo Street, a monk from Lanke Temple in cassock walked side by side with Master Lin, walking slowly.
The two came to the Taimiao.
Su Muzhe got up slowly and bowed slightly.
Su Muzhe walked out of the Ancestral Temple before Fourth Master Lin set foot there.
The monk clasped his palms together.
Soon.
In the Taimiao, the sound of chanting scriptures sounded.
Passed away by name.
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There is no rain in Lin'an City today, but for half a day, the sky is suddenly overcast, and there are raindrops falling on the world. Every drop of rain seems to contain a little sadness.
Academy of Arts.
The rain hit the plantains, making muffled noises.
The second wife, Pang Ji, was sitting cross-legged under the hut, reading a book. Suddenly he put down the book in his hand and listened to the sound of the Sutra of the Past Life lingering in the drizzle. Pang Ji froze for a moment. Even older.
"The beginning of the end of an era is slowly beginning."
"Too many people will die, too many people don't want to die, they all want to fight for a chance."
"The death of Zhao Huangting and the opening of the curtain coincided with the opening of the Mausoleum of the First Emperor in Lishan... a bloody storm is coming."
Pang Ji exhaled lightly, his eyes drooped on his old face.
He and Zhao Huangting are not very close, far worse than the relationship between the third master Wang Banshan and Zhao Huangting.
However, at this moment, Pang Ji still got up, walked under the gate, looking at the rain-beaten plantains, and his Confucian shirt was flying in the wind and rain.
Clasping fists in the posture of a scholar.
"Go on."
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Qin Xiangfu.
Qin Lishi could suddenly feel that Da Zhao's luck seemed to have collapsed a large piece at this moment, as if the foundation had been shaken.
This made him a little puzzled, could it be... that the move of the Seventh Mountain would actually drive Da Zhao's luck into such a turmoil?
For a moment, it seemed like a big piece was missing.
Qin Lishi looked at the cool raindrops drifting down from the twilight clouds above Lin'an City, and his heart trembled slightly.
The chanting of the Sutra of Rebirth floated from the long street.
Qin Lishi was stunned, and seemed to understand why the national fortune of the Zhao Dynasty suddenly collapsed.
Uncle Huang, let's go.
From Zhao Taizu's failure to break through the longevity limit, after the fall of the great Zhao royal family, to Zhao Tianyan's succession to the throne, among the descendants, there are only a handful of outstanding generations, and Zhao Huangting, the old uncle of the Zhao family, can be regarded as the most talented and brilliant generation in the Zhao royal family.
Even for a long period of time, Zhao Tianyan placed great expectations on him, expecting to break into the tenth realm and become the pillar of Da Zhao, which would relieve Da Zhao a lot.
It is not that there are ten realms in Dazhao, such as Tianshi Mansion, Jianchi Palace and even Zhenwu Temple, all belong to the practice forces in Dazhao Dynasty, but Zhao Tianyan has no chance to dispatch these ten realm powerhouses, if the former Zhao Taizu Yes, but when Zhao Tianyan chose to move the huge Zhao to the south...
He lost the qualification to dispatch these ten-level powerhouses.
Needless to say, Jianchi Palace, the old sword master didn't even show his face, and didn't even look down on him.
The attitude of the viewer of the Zhenwu Temple is ambiguous, and the old celestial master of the Tianshi Mansion is the most likely to help Da Zhao. However, the Tianshi Mansion has a big plan and wants to become Da Zhao's state religion.
But if Tianshi Mansion becomes the state religion, then the master of Zhenwu Temple may disagree, so Zhao Tianyan has been pulling.
It's just that today's master's office also gave up Da Zhao, which made Zhao Tianyan very depressed and angry.
Of course he knew the reason for the failure of pulling, all because of the variable of An Le.
The second prince, Zhao Pei, was beheaded outside Lin'an City by An Le, which meant that the close connection between Da Zhao and the Tianshi Mansion was cut off. In addition, Zhao Tianyan even coveted the Millennium Purple Qi Golden Lotus, which made the Tianshi Mansion directly turn against him.
Therefore, Zhao Tianyan had hoped for a while that the old emperor would step into the ten realms, but unfortunately, such an astonishingly talented and brilliant generation of the Dazhao royal family still failed to take that step to change their fate.
Qin Lishi looked at the rain outside the window. He sat on a chair and watched quietly for a long time.
Then he got up and walked towards the imperial city.
He believed that the emperor of the Zhao family should also be able to sense Zhao Huangting's death.
Zhao Huangting's death is not a big deal now, but to some people, it is not a small thing.
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The emperor of the Zhao family was walking along the promenade between the palaces, and the breeze was blowing on his face, bringing some coolness mixed with rain.
The new Diao Si quietly followed behind, respectfully pouring him a pot of warm Zui Liu Xia, the wine was full of rich fragrance.
The emperor of the Zhao family held a cup and drank while strolling along the corridors of the palace.
The removal of the Seventh Mountain made him no longer continue to retreat, coupled with the opening of the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, he was shrouded in a sense of unease.
The Mausoleum of the First Emperor was opened by Emperor Yuanmeng. It is rumored that there is an opportunity to hit the eleventh realm in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor. If Emperor Yuanmeng gets this opportunity, then in the future... this huge world must be respected by Yuanmeng up.
Yuanmeng is different from Dazhao. Yuanmeng has two ten realms. Needless to say, a Yuanmeng emperor is number one in the world and overlooks the world.
The other one is King Yangzhai, who is also in the ten realms. Although he is much worse than the Yuanmeng emperor, and he stepped into the ten realms with the help of the Yuanmeng emperor, those who can enter the ten realms are naturally amazing. Yan generation.
If he didn't have the ability to enter the Ten Realm, even Emperor Yuan Meng would not be able to forcibly help him reach the Ten Realm.
The two ten realms of Yuanmeng are closely related to Yuanmeng. If there is a war, both of them will fight for Yuanmeng without hesitation. This is unmatched by other countries.
Even in Xiliang, the emperor of Xiliang entered the ten realms at the price of becoming a demon, but the other ten realm is the ruler of the Hell Palace, and he may not obey the orders of the emperor of Xiliang.
It can be said that among all the kingdoms, although Dazhao has peerless generals and a powerful army, he does not have ten realms to sit in command, so he is too empty after all.
Dali State has the State Teacher of Zhaixing, and the Supreme Elder of Zhaixing Cult. The Cult of Zhaixing supports the imperial power, which makes Dali Kingdom and Dazhao very different.
In comparison, Zhao Tianyan felt that he had moved Great Zhao to the south, and he had never regretted it until now, and even thought it was a very smart decision. Without this decision, Great Zhao would have been wiped out by Yuan Meng long ago.
While the emperor of the Zhao family was tasting the fine wine, the sound of monks from Lanke Temple chanting Buddhist scriptures came from somewhere.
The sound caused his eyes to fluctuate slightly, so Qin Lishi tore through the rain curtain and walked across from Baiyu Square.
"Your Majesty, the old emperor has gone."
Qin Lishi said respectfully.
Zhao Tianyan heard the words, but his face was very calm.
"Go as soon as you go, Zhao Huangting, although he belongs to the royal family of Zhao, but he is open to outsiders. The bamboo sword and the green mountain contain a big secret, and it is the sword that bears the will of the first emperor. In the end, Zhao Huangting gave An Le, who had nothing and was even an enemy of Da Zhao, and An Le at that time was only at the second level of cultivation."
Zhao Tianyan said coldly, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.
There was resentment in his voice, it was resentment towards Zhao Huangting.
Now that peace has become the climate, Yuanmeng Tianjiao Tielie, who can kill the peak of the seventh realm, has become the mountain lord of the seventh mountain in terms of identity, and has won the allegiance of Li Youan's flying tiger army...
It even became Zhao Tianyan's confidant's serious trouble.
Seventh Mountain is now moving out of the range of Lin'an Mansion. Although Zhao Tianyan is unwilling, he has no way to stop Seventh Mountain from moving.
It is the power of the holy mountain to move the holy mountain, and it is something that the holy master allowed. He did not dare to send an army to directly attack the mountain, so he could only watch Anle and Qishan leave Lin'an mansion.
In Zhao Tianyan's view, Anle's rise was inseparable from Zhao Huangting, and that bamboo sword and green mountain was Anle's great opportunity!
Therefore, his resentment towards Zhao Huangting was naturally logical.
Qin Lishi could naturally hear the resentment in the words of the emperor of the Zhao family, but he didn't come here to listen to Zhao Tianyan's complaints.
"Your Majesty, An Le moved to the Seventh Mountain, but Zhao Huangting did not go to see him off. Perhaps it was to prevent An Le from seeing that his time was approaching, because he knew that if An Le found out that he was dead, he would definitely go to Lin'an to see him off for the last time. Procedure."
"I think I can use this to make a big fuss and attract An Le to come to An Le for a walk. For An Le, Zhao Huangting has the grace of knowing him. When he was weak, Zhao Huang Ting passed on An Le's Chasing Green Mountains and Bamboo Sword, and taught him Cipai sword moves. Practicing is considered a teacher."
"If An Le had heard the news of Zhao Huangting's fall, but never came to An... Then naturally he can be advertised as an ungrateful, wolf-hearted person."
"Now that he is a leader, he naturally cannot bear such an insult. If he wants to gather momentum, such a stigma will make it much more difficult for him to gather momentum."
"And if An Le really dares to come to An... Although An Le is the lord of the Seventh Mountain now, but because of his status as a tripod bearer, he also got Li You'an's Flying Tiger Army Tiger Talisman, participated in the world's disputes, and was not protected by the Holy Mountain. Come to Lin'an, let him come and go!"
Qin Lishi's eyes sparkled brightly.
Today's collapse of Dazhao's luck has raised alarm bells in Qin Lishi's heart. If An Le is allowed to grow, Dazhao's luck will only get weaker and weaker.
If things go on like this, even if Qin Lishi becomes the Grand Master of Great Zhao and shares the national fortune of Great Zhao, it will be difficult for him to use this national fortune to improve himself.
As for the Mausoleum of the First Emperor... Qin Lishi did not dare to go.
Who knows what kind of crisis exists in the mausoleum, Qin Lishi has not yet faced the deadline, and he still has the courage to procrastinate.
And the great Zhao Guoyun is the fate of Qin Lishi, and it is his great opportunity to enter the ten realms.
The more prosperous the country of Zhao, the better it is for him!
It is no wonder that those who entered the court and held high positions would devote themselves to the country. It turned out that the strength of the country was closely related to their own strength.
The emperor of the Zhao family narrowed his eyes, looking at the icy rain.
What Qin Lishi said made a thoughtful look appear on his face.
"Will Anle come?"
"Zhao Huangting is dead after all, just to see the dead Zhao Huangting, how could An Le put himself in such a crisis?"
Qin Lishi said with a smile: "Anle will come. This son once said that the kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring... He is a person who values love and righteousness. Zhao Huangting has a great kindness to him. He will not stop coming." .”
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Zhao Huangting's death did not cause too many waves.
In this world, people are dying all the time, some people die because of accidents, some people die because of deadlines, and some people die because of wars...
The ways of death are different, but the ending is the same, all are death.
Moreover, Zhao Huangting's era has passed, and it has been silent for 500 years. Although he went north to the capital of Yuanmeng and fought Nirvana with the emperor of Yuanmeng, and gained a reputation, it was only a flash in the pan.
The Ninth Realm, which is approaching its deadline, has not entered the Tenth Realm, so naturally it will not attract too many people's attention.
However, it is naturally not the case for people or things that are concerned about.
Shu, Jinguan City.
Hundreds of miles away, among the continuous mountains, the Seventh Mountain is located here.
The ghostly shadows of the mountains and rivers above the sky gradually dissipated, and the images of mountains and rivers woven by the fate of the mountains and rivers also began to disappear without a trace.
The sky and the earth returned to calm, and there was silence in the mountains.
On the top of the Seventh Mountain, Anle stood calmly, his mood was difficult to fluctuate for a long time, and he was immersed in the impact brought by the vision intertwined in the mountain and river tripod to help move the mountain.
Teleportation in space is a very powerful means.
At least, what An Le can know is that it is impossible for the strong in the Nine Realms to move in space, and walking in space is naturally the fastest and most powerful method.
The sixth mountain lord once used the ink pool to move thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, but that didn't involve space, it was more like a positioning swordsmanship, which was very different from pure space wandering.
Therefore, in the nine realms of An Le cognition, no one can travel in space.
I don't know if the Ten Realms can do it.
An Le integrated mountains and rivers into his body, An Le felt that he would like to allow research in this area in the past.
Integrating the art of war, the fusion is not only a simple weapon, but also some functions in the weapon magic weapon are also integrated with itself to form a physical supernatural power, so that it can be called the master of war.
The mountain wind howled.
On the seventh mountain, the soul clones of several mountain masters descended one after another, and even the sixth mountain master descended in the form of soul clones.
An Le didn't continue to think about it, and cupped his fists at the avatars of the mountain masters: "Thank you, brothers and sisters."
Several mountain masters smiled and waved their hands.
"Junior Brother, now the Seventh Mountain has completed the move of the mountain, and it will be fixed here, and it cannot continue to move the mountain."
"Our task can be regarded as completed. The next road, the younger brother will go by himself. If you are free, you can come to the holy mountain to chat with us."
"Little brother, your art of war is integrated into your body, and you will definitely need a mountain and river tripod in the future. When you need to integrate, come here. The mountain and river tripod inside the holy mountain is not qualified for refining. You If it can be refined and integrated, it will naturally be a blessing in the world."
The mountain masters spoke one after another, and their primordial avatars began to dissipate like bits and pieces, unable to stay any longer.
Obviously, a mountain movement consumed most of the power of their primordial avatars.
An Le cupped his fists and bowed, and solemnly thanked the mountain masters.
The second mountain owner Su Zhanxian, the third mountain owner Wen Lushang, the fourth mountain owner Li Xuanji, the fifth mountain owner Gu Haitang, etc. all smiled and responded to Anle.
In the end, one after another dissipated between heaven and earth.
The soul clone of the sixth mountain master took a deep look at An Le, and said coolly, "I'm optimistic about you."
After the words fell, the primordial spirit avatar disappeared.
As always, he maintained his coolness.
A figure fell lightly, the old sword master was dressed in sackcloth, with the Yingying sword hanging on his waist, and his white hair.
He landed on the top of the Seventh Mountain, looking at An Le, his eyes could not help showing a touch of surprise.
"Unexpectedly, Xiaoyou An has already reached such a level in just a short period of time. His dual cultivation base has stepped into the sixth realm, and he has even become the master of the seventh mountain and the disciple of the holy master. It's amazing."
The old sword master smiled heartily.
He has always been very optimistic about Anle, and when Anle rang the sword bell 36 times, he understood that what the Jianchi Palace, which is now in decline, needs is Anle.
An Le has never entered Jianchi Palace, so he is not considered a disciple of Jianchi Palace, but the old sword master boldly bet the entire Jianchi Palace on Anle.
It now appears that this bet is beginning to pay off gradually.
"Senior." An Le naturally saw the old Juggernaut and clasped his fists with a smile.
For this one of the ten realms of the world, Anle gave due respect. From him, Anle could feel the power of the will of heaven and earth. The emperor's stone figurines once told Anle the secret of the ten realms, the reason why the ten realms were called To be in the ten realms is to control the will of heaven and earth, and to control a great way.
The old sword master stroked his beard and smiled, standing on the seventh mountain, admiring the scenery of the seventh mountain.
The admiration in his eyes became more and more intense. He looked at An Le carefully, and he naturally noticed that An Le's physical body was different.
The physical body seems to contain the aura of Shanheding.
The eyes of the old sword saint surged with strange colors: "I have visited the holy mountains in the early years and communicated with many mountain owners. Every holy mountain hides a mountain and river tripod given by the holy master. Now you, the mountain and river tripod of the seventh mountain The tripod qi machine is not in the mountain, but in your body, you integrated the mountain and river tripod into your body?"
An Le naturally didn't find it surprising that the ten-level powerhouse could notice the difference in him.
The aura of Shanhe Ding is so special, it is normal to be sensed, of course, this also shows from the side that An Le has not yet mastered the practice of "Jiu Ding Bing Master Sutra".
If he can subdue the aura of the mountain and river tripod, he will be truly famous in the body forging.
However, it has only just begun, and he still has a long way to go in the future.
An Le didn't hide anything, and briefly explained Rong Rong's art of war.
The old sword master didn't take it seriously at first, but... as he listened, the smile on the old man's face gradually faded, and a look of extreme solemnity and excitement appeared.
"Multiple Art of War..."
The old sword master murmured.
Feeling An Le's transformed body, he couldn't help but feel agitated.
"This method... is very suitable for Jianchi Palace! Jianchi Palace is the most treasured sword-making place in the world. With Jianchi Lake, the probability of swords being forged by the disciples of Jianchi Palace will be greatly increased."
"And every swordsmith in Jianchi Palace has an inseparable relationship with the sword, and is extremely suitable for the art of war. They will definitely learn and master the art of war more easily than ordinary practitioners!"
Although the old sword sage had just heard Anle's description of Rong Bing Art for the first time, in the Yuanshen, he had already started countless deduction, combining Rong Bing Art with the practice of Jianchi Palace disciples, and finally came up with a Rong Bing Art that can Bringing the conclusion of the overall transformation to Jianchi Palace!
Anle... It really is the opportunity of Jianchi Palace!
Those who can ring the sword bell 36 times have an inseparable relationship with Jianchi Palace.
Everything in the world has its own destiny!
However, the old sword master didn't talk much about this topic at the moment. After all, the Art of War was created by An Le, even if he knew it would be useful to the disciples of Jianchi Palace, if An Le didn't want it, he couldn't force it.
"The old man felt that the seventh mountain was moving, so he made it from the lake. Only when he came out of Jianchi Lake did he realize that there was a big change in the north. The ancient tomb on Lishan was opened, and that ancient tomb was The tomb of a peerless emperor for thousands of years contains great opportunities. Although the old man is in the tenth realm, he will not live forever, and the time limit is approaching. This time when I leave the lake, I just go for a walk in the ancient tomb."
The old sword master said with a smile.
An Le was not surprised when he heard that the ancient tomb of the first emperor was opened, and most of the people who were about to die would go for it, even the old sword master was no exception.
"Senior entered the mausoleum with a cultivation base of the tenth realm, but you should be more careful." An Le reminded, but he didn't remind too much.
The old sword master looked at An Le, and he was still quite clear about An Le's reminder.
The green mountain with bamboo sword in An Le's hand had shown its splendor before Yuanmeng Dadu in the north, and the will of that peerless emperor was displayed in it. Therefore, he attached great importance to An Le's reminder.
"Thank you Mr. An for your reminder. Old people should be very vigilant. Although the old man is in the tenth realm, he is only a land immortal who has cultivated his body, but he has never stepped into Nirvana when he cultivated a god. If he meets Emperor Yuanmeng, his chances of winning are not as good as [-]%. Be wary."
The old sword master laughed at himself.
The two started chatting in the mountains. The old sword master valued An Le very much, so he knew everything about An Le's problems.
"Senior, with your ten-level cultivation base, can you travel through space?"
Anle asked curiously.
He knew that the Nine Realms couldn't move in space like the Seventh Mountain moved mountains.
What about the Land Immortal of the Ten Realms?
Can a strong man who claims to have mastered the will of heaven and earth, and a great way, do it?
The old sword master was taken aback for a moment, and then he thought of the move of the Seventh Mountain across thousands of miles. It was a direct breakthrough into the space and then moved out of it, so the confusion arose.
He thought for a while, raised his hand, and in the palm of his hand, a ray of sword energy was born, and the sword energy was like a storm, turning faster and stronger, and stronger!
In the end, the air twisted, and even a black crack emerged.
"This is a crack in space. When a cultivator of the ten realms uses a certain skill to the extreme, he can break the space, but... the space is chaotic and disorderly, like a chaos, even if it is as strong as Emperor Yuanmeng, both sides At the peak of the Ten Realms, one can easily break through space, but it is impossible to realize space walking."
"First of all, the strength of the physical body is not allowed, and secondly... breaking the space and entering the space, without a sense of direction, naturally it is impossible to move. In the space, the power of the space will continue to wear down the power of the practitioner. Once the power is worn down to After falling below the level of breaking the space, you will even be trapped in the space forever, without energy supply... you will sink into it forever."
"So traveling through space is very dangerous, and it is impossible to do it in the ten realms."
The old sword master said.
The Ten Realms can break the space and enter the space, but... can't walk in the space.
An Le thought about it, if his physical body was strong enough, with the help of Shanhe Ding to provide a range of assistance, could he... be able to travel in space?
However, just thinking about it now, there is still a long way to go to truly turn theory into practice.
Just as An Le and the old Juggernaut were talking with a smile.
An Le's snow-white clothes suddenly fluttered, and the bamboo sword Qingshan on her waist trembled violently.
The long sound of sword qi has a hint of sadness!
An Le's complexion changed slightly.
The old sword master stroked his beard and focused his eyes: "There are only two reasons for the whining of the sword, one is that the sword will be broken, and the other is that the person holding the sword will die."
"Now that the sword is not broken, Mr. An's aura is also strong. It doesn't look like a sign of falling. It may be that the former sword holder fell, which caused the sword to wail."
The words of the old sword master gradually made An Le's heart feel heavy.
He suddenly thought that Su Muzhe, the lord of Jianchi Palace, did not seem to bring Zhao Huangting to say goodbye to him today on the seventh mountain.
An Le didn't pay too much attention to it, he only thought of where Su Muzhe and Zhao Huangting went to play and enjoy the rest of their lives.
But at this moment, Qingshan's mourning made Anle's heart filled with sadness.
Scenes of scenes appeared in front of his eyes.
It was the scene of meeting Zhao Huangting, the first time I moved to the small courtyard in Taimiao Lane, the first time I saw the old man come to visit, talk about painting with the old man, paint bamboo for the old man...
The old man swept the formation for him, burned the fire of Nirvana, and led him out of Lin'an City.
Then he rode the sword with the old man and headed north to the capital of Yuanmeng...
In the heavy rain, he fled from Yuanmeng Dadu all the way to the south with the old man on his back.
The pictures of each scene, like the pictures of the years, emerged and surged before his eyes.
Holding the bamboo sword and Qingshan, An Le's heart felt extremely heavy.
"Senior Zhao... is gone."
Anle's voice was low.
Hearing the words, the old sword master fell silent. Although he didn't like Zhao Huangting very much, it was because Zhao Huangting abducted his precious apprentice.
But when he really heard the news of Zhao Huangting's death, the old sword master felt very sorry.
Zhao Huangting... the proud generation of the great Zhao royal family.
It's a pity, after all, he fell before the tenth realm.
It can be said that Zhao Huangting was the biggest victim of moving south. He retreated to the south and fought three swords against Emperor Yuanmeng. The obsession with wanting to fight the Emperor Yuanmeng again, but his cultivation level is not enough, and he has not broken through the ten realms for a long time, which made Zhao Huangting dare not go to the capital of Yuanmeng.
A vicious cycle was formed, and finally... Zhao Huangting's spirit was consumed, and Zhao Huangting was left with regret for the rest of his life.
Although in the end, Zhao Huangting still went north to fight the Emperor Yuanmeng, but that was because he ignited the fire of Nirvana and did so at the cost of burning his life and hope.
"Xiao Zhao...it's a pity."
"However, he was able to pass on the Qingshan to you, which shows that he is very discerning."
The old sword master said.
An Le held the bamboo sword in his hands, feeling the sadness of the sword, and the sadness that surged in his heart made his hand holding the sword forceful.
Why didn't Zhao Huangting say goodbye to him?
An Le thought about it carefully, and then he understood the reason. Presumably, he was unwilling to let An Le enter Lin'an again. After all, his status is different now.
When the identity of the owner of the holy mountain is useless, An Le dares to enter Lin'an, and he will definitely face a crisis like a net of heaven and earth.
Zhao Huangting was thinking about safety when he was dying.
An Le couldn't help feeling sad, Zhao Huangting and him were both teachers and friends, but An Le couldn't see him for the last time.
Thinking of this, An Le felt a little stuck in his heart.
The wind on the mountain is slightly cool, and it can't help but feel a bit biting cold.
An Le stood on the top of the mountain, a little lonely, the mournful cry of bamboo swords and green mountains resounded through the heaven and earth.
Zhao Huangting has held the sword Qingshan for 500 years, and the sword and people have emotions. Although Zhao Huangting has never really discovered the mystery of Qingshan, Qingshan is not an ordinary sword after all.
An Le let go of his hand, and the sword energy intertwined on the green mountain, like a dragon wrapped around it, flying continuously over the seventh mountain.
An Le stared blankly at Qingshan.
A picture of the past involuntarily appeared in his eyes.
"The old man took your painting, didn't he promise to give you a sword? Therefore, I came to give you a sword after rushing early this morning."
The old man's voice and smile still appeared in front of his eyes.
Then the old man took off the broken bamboo sword from his waist and handed it over.
The spring rain is lonely, and a few raindrops roll on the bamboo sword.
The picture is like condensed smoke, and strands of strands are intertwined in front of the eyes. Anle closes his eyes and recalls, feeling sad.
Suddenly, An Le opened his eyes, raised his hand and made a move, the bamboo sword flitted back from the green mountain, fell into An Le's hands, and was solemnly hung on his waist.
"I'll take you to send senior off."
An Le said softly.
The bamboo sword has a spirit, so far it has gradually ceased to sing.
Even if going to Lin'an City is dangerous, even if he knows that Zhao Huangting doesn't want to go there in peace, it's for his own good, for his sake.
But it is very rare in the world to forget the New Year's friendship.
Sending each other a ride, the idea can be understood.
The old sword master was at the side, seeing that An Le had regained his grip on the green hill, and was about to re-enter Lin'an just after leaving Lin'an, his eyes couldn't help flickering with a complex color, but there was a bit of appreciation in the complexity.
Anle, who values love and righteousness, at least let the old sword master know in his heart that he bet and entrusted Jianchi Palace to Anle.
"Mr. An, you are now a tripod bearer. Now that you have entered Lin'an, with the temperament of the emperor of the Zhao family who is afraid of big crises, you definitely want to kill such crises like you in the cradle."
"It's better to let the old man give you a ride. It just so happens that the old man also goes to see Zhao Huangting for the last time. After all, this guy has cheated the old man's most precious apprentice."
The old sword master said with a smile.
An Le heard the words, immediately cupped his fists and bowed, facing the mountain wind, thanked the old sword sage.
"Just leave Lin'an, then enter Lin'an again."
"Even if Lin'an is already a den of dragons and tigers, this old man will take you for a while, then the emperor of the Zhao family will definitely set up a net to wait for you, but..."
"Let's see, the old and majestic land fairy, accompanying you to Lin'an, this son of the Zhao family...will he still dare to attack you?!"
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