Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 21 Has the son ever killed someone? The young man wants to go to the holy mountain to ask the holy master

The spring rain stopped, no more beads fell, and the evening clouds that had just blown away came again, covering the sunset that had just fallen on the world for a moment.

The wind blowing in the air became a bit piercing.

Liu Qingyan died?
When An Le heard the news, she was still stunned for a moment, frowning slightly.

"Liu Qingyan was beheaded by a sword, and he had no power to resist. His body lay across the long street, and the bluestone was stained red with blood."

The head catcher Huang Xian sighed.

He and An Le looked at each other, and both of them could actually guess who killed Liu Qingyan.

An Le nodded, expressing that he already knew that Liu Qingyan died as soon as he died. If he did not die, An Le might seek justice from him.

"In addition, apart from Liu Qingyan and the three gang thugs he raised who attacked you, they are all dead."

Huang Xian said: "They were quickly taken away by the yamen and executed at Caishikou."

An Le pursed her lips, feeling a little dazed, and her body was slightly cold.

It's not sympathy for Liu Qingyan and the three thugs who died, but a sentimentality for the fragility of life that emerged from the depths of his heart.

It turns out that death... can be so simple and understated.

Luo Qingchen, a cultivator, may be more indifferent to life than he imagined.

In other words, this world is like this. Practitioners are high above, overlooking the weak and mortals, and they can cut off the lives of the weak and mortals at will, just like weeds on the side of the road.

An Le is naturally considered weak now, without the protection of the Lin family, he might die as powerless as Liu Qingyan and the three thugs.

Letting out a breath, the desire to become stronger in Anle's heart became more and more intense.

At least, he has to become so strong that Naluo Qingchen, and even the Qin family behind him, can't trample him to death like an ant at random, so that he can feel at ease.

Huang Butou obviously saw An Le's mood, and invited An Le to a restaurant, of course not a luxurious restaurant like Drunken Dragon Pavilion.

After ordering some food and wine, they ordered a portion of warm rice wine, and the two began to eat and drink.

After taking a sip of warm rice wine and a bite of pork head meat, Huang Xian looked at An Le and said with a smile, "Mr. An...you must have never killed anyone, right?"

An Le took a sip of the rice wine, the wine was rather crude, but it was acceptable, with some flavor in it.

"I have never killed. I have been studying since I was a child. After winning the exam, I came to Lin'an. On the way, I was robbed by bandits. The guards ran away. I was unarmed. I was powerless to kill the thief. Instead, I was beaten up." An Le laughed at himself: "That should be me. The closest I've ever been to a murder, even though I was attacked before, I never thought of killing someone."

Huang Butou drank a glass with An Le, nodded: "Normally, the young master is kind-hearted, and he has no idea of ​​killing if he is not pushed to the extreme, but now that the young master is a practitioner, and he is at odds with the Qin family, maybe he should change his mind."

"People who are kind will be deceived."

"Cultivation is inseparable from killing."

Huang Xian was a dissuasion, but also a reminder.

An Le is thoughtful, even if he doesn't want it, but this is the case in this era, if he doesn't kill people, someone will kill him, he will stop swinging his sword, but others can't wait for the sword to fall faster and faster.

Huang Xian still has a good impression of An Le, after all, he is gentle, elegant, and handsome, and he has broken the conspiracy of the Qin House to have An Le, an illustrator, come to the Lin House.

This reminder is also considered sincere.

"Mr. An... You offended the Qin family, but I, Lao Huang, have something to do with it. If I hadn't invited you to the Lin family, you wouldn't have offended the Qin family. Here, I will confess to you."

Huang Xian took a sip of wine, then wiped his mouth, stared at Anle, and said seriously: "Now the Lin family can still protect Mr. An, but after the examination in front of the palace is over, the Lin family will definitely be involved in troubles. son."

"Therefore, if you want to seek your own safety, Young Master, in fact... there is another way."

Huang Xian thought for a while and said.

An Le heard the words, raised his glass as a signal, and drank it in one gulp: "Huang Catcher, please suggest something."

"It's hard to say, but it's actually not a secret. You asked Mrs. Hua about cultivation, you should know that I, Da Zhao, have three major cultivation forces, right?"

Huang Butou smiled and waved his hands.

"Refinement Academy, Martial Arts Temple and the transcendent holy mountain." An Le replied.

"Luck has its ups and downs, the cycle has long seen the secret, the holy mountain is scattered and dust-free, and the admiral shines into the purple."

Huang Xian recited: "This is written by a friend of the legendary number one scholar Li You'an, and it describes the image of the holy mountain."

"If you can enter the holy mountain, you can easily enter the immortal gate."

"If Mr. An wants to protect himself, he can choose to join the three major forces, whether it is the Academy of Arts, the Temple of Martial Arts or the Holy Mountain."

"However, both the Academy of Arts and the Temple of Martial Arts have the forces of the Qin Dynasty. Mr. An may not die, but he will suffer some hardships. Only by entering the Holy Mountain, even if it is only the guardian of the Holy Mountain, can make everyone fearful. .” There was a bit of respect and yearning in Huang Xian’s eyes.

An Le heard the words and took a sip of wine: "Huang Tutou is easy to say, don't talk about the past, just look at the present, how many people in the Great Zhao Dynasty can enter the holy mountain?"

Mrs. Hua told Anle about the difficulty of entering the holy mountain, like going up to the blue sky.

Huang Xian looked at An Le and smiled: "Of course it is difficult to enter the holy mountain and get the sage master to recognize him as the mountain lord. It is difficult to become the mountain lord without a peerless posture, but... if you go to defend the mountain people, the difficulty is much less gone."

"Every year in the Great Zhao Dynasty, there will be a few practitioners who enter the holy mountain to be the guardians of the mountain. Although the guardians of the mountain are also particular about their talents, they also look at the eyes of the mountain master. Mr. An's handsome appearance is quite eye-catching. Although the enlightenment is late, But he has a bit of talent, if he wants to be safe, he can go to the foot of the holy mountain and compete for the qualification of the guardian of the mountain."

Huang Xian laughed.

An Le was stunned, what did Huang Butou mean...to let him use his appearance to conquer the Lord of the Holy Mountain?

Why does it feel so unreliable...

An Le shook his head, lacking in interest, it felt too strange to enter the holy mountain with his appearance.

He Anle still felt that it was more prudent to rely on his ability to eat.

An Le even wanted to try her best to see if she could enter the holy mountain and ask the holy master.

"Furthermore, let's talk again, Captain Huang, didn't you ask me to paint the prisoner's portrait? You describe the prisoner's appearance and characteristics to me, and I will go back and paint, and I will hand it over to you tomorrow."

Huang Xian also stopped talking about this topic, and described the prisoner's appearance to An Le.

"This prisoner is a gangster named Hu Jingang. Although he is from the Jianghu, he is capable of practicing cultivation. He has developed his vitality and blood to perfection. He is very cruel. In a village outside Lin'an Mansion, dozens of families were slaughtered. clean."

Huang Xian put down his wine glass and said solemnly: "He is not good looking, he has hidden in the Lin'an mansion, it is difficult to find his trace, if there is a portrait, paste a notice, let the common people report and remind him, and arrest him as soon as possible."

After An Le wrote it down, the image of the prisoner gradually appeared in his mind.

"By the way, I still have something to trouble Huang Butou. I don't know if Huang Butou knows someone from Yaxing. I live in that small inn. It's really inconvenient to practice martial arts. I want to find a place with a yard."

An Le asked.

Hearing this, Huang Xian didn't realize it was strange, now that Anle is painting for the Lin family, he definitely earns a lot of money, and it's normal to change to another courtyard.

"Yes, one of my Hei Ya brothers died in the line of duty, and his wife and daughter want to leave Lin'an to return to their mother's house. This other courtyard is for sale, but the price is slightly higher. If Mr. An is interested, let's go and take a look now. "

Huang Xian hurriedly said, if he can sell this other courtyard, it can be regarded as helping the brother who died in the line of duty.

"Forget it now. Let's do it tomorrow. Tomorrow, An will pack his bags and move in together."

An Le smiled and said, he didn't ask how much money he needed, but with his current net worth, it's not a problem to buy a small courtyard.

"Okay, Mr. An, Mr. Huang thanked Mr. An first."

Huang Butou solemnly poured a glass of rice wine that was already cold, picked it up respectfully, and drank it all in one gulp.

An Le returned a glass of wine with a smile.

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An Le returned to the inn and asked Xiao Er to arrange hot water, so that she could sit cross-legged in the room after taking a hot bath.

He took out the "Sword Waterfall Picture" and closed his eyes to visualize.

As a top-level method of refining gods, An Le had previously observed the sword picture and settled down, but in fact, the first picture can still be comprehended and visualized for a period of time.

Mrs. Hua told him about the difference between realms, but she never mentioned the specific divisions between each realm. Under the subdivision, there are four small realms: front, middle, back, and consummation.

Anle is now considered to be in the early stage of Qi and blood, and the early stage of meditation.

But in fact, the division between small realms has a great influence, practice methods, attacking skills, etc., all fluctuate, and it is not uncommon to confront each other across small realms.

Sitting upright on the wooden chair, the breath and breath are gentle and subtle, and he has already settled down.

An Le imagined the first sword drawing.

In the depths of his mind, the power of the mind is entangled like threads, vaguely entangled with the appearance of a horizontal sword.

[Eternal Talent] Dao Fruit, the talent of blessing is really impressive.

An Le only felt that the winding speed of this thread-like spiritual power was much faster than when he was in meditation before.

Coupled with the sword dancer Daoguo's increase in swords, Anle feels like sitting on a cloud.

The power of the mind continues to grow during meditation.

After meditating for almost two hours, An Le opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a ray of light bursting out in the darkness, like a star in the sky casting starlight on the world!

When you visualize a slight tingling pain in the depths of your mind, the peace and happiness will stop, and the practice should pay attention to relaxation and relaxation.

In the Niwan Palace, there is a vague small sword embryo formed by the fusion and cohesion of the power of mind and spirit.

According to Anle's estimation, according to the state of mind, it is considered to have entered the middle stage.

After refining the gods, An Le broke away from the state of samadhi.

The strong mind allowed him to control his body more finely, he moved his muscles and bones, and his blood was pushed and circulated in the meridians.

An Le let out a foul breath, and began to perform the Thirteen Tiger Stances of "Five Birds Exercise" in the house.

Huhushengfeng, the movement is like thunder!
In the battle at Jingjiekou, although the opponent was just an ordinary gangster, but personally confronting the enemy made An Le's understanding of Tiger Style even more profound.

""Sword Waterfall Picture" has the blessing of [Sword Dancer] Dao Fruit, and the practice has gains, but "Five Birds Exercise" does not have Dao Fruit blessing. In this case, it will be blessed with the energy of time."

An Le thought about it, and blessed the remaining three wisps of time energy into "Five Birds Exercise".

The gray air of time is burning, and there are pictures passing by like a white horse in front of the eyes.

However, when the last ray of gray time qi burned up, An Le's eyes lit up, and he began to observe seriously.

Because, the figure in this ray of time...is performing the "Five Birds Exercise"!
(End of this chapter)