Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 38 It Snowed That Year, Mrs. Hua's Unknown Side

The smoke curls up, and the golden years turn into incense sticks lightly burning, like every tick of the clock going back, and every quicksand flowing back in the hourglass.

A bluestone was thrown into the calm lake, causing ripples of time.

The picture is like a trembling lake surface, just like Anle's ups and downs at the moment.

As the shaking spread, everything in front of him began to slowly become clear.

……

In the evening clouds and mist, there are white feather-like plain snow flying from the sky, falling all over the world.

Ruixue is a prosperous year.

On the snowy ground, there are girls dancing swords and wearing brocade clothes. Although the sky is snowing, the blood in their bodies is surging like a dragon or a tiger, dispelling the cold and steaming.

The woman is none other than Mrs. Hua, or the young Mrs. Hua.

The young girl Hua Jiebing's delicate and beautiful face was flushed with qi and blood, her eyes were full of sorrow, and she held a sword in her hand. The sword was long and slender, like a spring rain falling on the world.

The name of the sword is Chunyu, one of Hua Jiebing's sabers.

"Failed again, is this 'Broken Sword' so difficult?"

At this moment, Hua Jiebing, who is still a girl, is innocent and innocent, with red lips pouting, the next moment, she throws the sword suddenly, and the Chunyu sword flies up, Hua Jiebing's blood circulates like a heat wave, rushing out .

Suxue was taken flying, Hua Jiebing rushed up, Chunyu threw it up and then fell again, the moment of falling, Hua Jiebing punched out with a fist, hitting the end of the hilt of the sword, bursting out with great force.

Boom!
An invisible air wave exploded slightly, and the spring rain roared out, but it twisted its direction and smashed into the snow, tearing out a gully of white snow.

Hua Jiebing fell to the ground and frowned.

Another failure made Hua Jiebing, who was learning swordsmanship for the first time, a little discouraged.

Sitting in the snow, pouting his mouth as if he was angry, after a long time, he raised his head, a few ghosts suddenly appeared on his beautiful and beautiful face, his eyes scanned the surroundings, and after confirming that there was no one around the snow.

The girl got up, patted her buttocks, and grabbed the saber Chunyu in a desperate manner.

Taking a deep breath, Chun Yu flew out with the blessing of her mind, and the girl ran like a cunning rabbit and jumped up.

As the spring rain approached, the girl clenched her fists, and her blood was like an oven. In an instant, her vermilion lips parted and she cried out.

"Hi! Watch me break the sword!"

The shouting sound shattered the flying snow close to him.

In an instant, the girl hit the hilt of the sword with her fist, and there was a muffled thunderous explosion, like a thunder behind a cloud, and it exploded with a deafening roar!
In an instant, the Chunlei Sword was like a mad dragon coming out of the abyss, pulling out a stream of beige air in the flying snow, as if the air had been split open, with howls and roars, like the sky falling apart!
Boom!
A pothole with a diameter of five meters suddenly exploded on the snowy ground.

In the pit, all the plain snow had melted into snow water, and a slender spring rain plunged quietly into the ground one inch and three inches. The blade that had not penetrated into the ground was shaking slightly, and still exuded scorching heat.

In the distance, on the snowy ground, the girl was jumping for joy, her smile was as bright as the warm spring sun.

"Hey, watch me break the sword!"

The girl stepped on the snow, bouncing and jumping, and while running to pick up the sword, she also made a fist movement.

Innocent, like an elf in the snow.

……

At this point, the picture begins to blur and circle until it disappears.

An Le broke away from the picture of the years, unable to calm down for a long time, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his face was strange.

The main reason is that this time, An Le saw a cute side of Mrs. Hua, but this is also normal.

Just like before, when I saw the cold Fairy Yunrou, she clenched her fists and said "Chong Chong Chong" in the second grade.

Peeping through the years, you can always see some unknown side.

The corners of An Le's lips twitched up, feeling a sense of joy inexplicably.

"Hey, watch me break the sword!"

An Le clenched her fist, tried to swing forward, and yelled, the words Mrs. Hua once yelled.

Inexplicable joy.

If he yelled such words in front of Mrs. Hua, I don't know what expression Mrs. Hua would show on the spot, would she just slap him to death?
The more An Le thought about it, the happier she became.

At the same time, a light curtain emerged in front of him.

[Obtain the Dao Fruit of Time: Collapse Sword Strength (0/10 strands)]

[Note: Beng Jian Jin (Dao Fruit): Qi, blood, mind and spirit are blended together to exert a unique force, which can be blessed on the sword and arms, and the power of swordsmanship can be enhanced]

With a slight light in front of her eyes, Mrs. Guanhua cast Bengjian and condensed the Dao Fruit [Bengjian Jin]. According to the Daoguo commentary, this Bengjian Jin belongs to the method of exerting force and is used for attacking.

What is Anle most lacking now?
"Sword Waterfall Picture" is a way to cultivate the mind and mind, which belongs to the idea of ​​meditation. After all, it is not an attacking swordsmanship, while "Five Birds Exercise" contains attack skills, but it is still a way to exercise the body.

There are actually no serious means of attack.

The appearance of Beng Jianjin can be regarded as slightly making up for Anle's vacancy in attacking, because from the picture of Mrs. Hua's years, it can be seen that Beng Jianjin can be regarded as a kind of swordsmanship skill.

"I just don't know, when using Bengjian Jin, if you say 'Hey, watch me Bengjian', will there be an additional increase in power?"

The corners of An Le's lips curled up slightly, and she couldn't help thinking.

The setting sun is slowly setting, and after hiding in the western mountains, it releases the afterglow delicately, shining on the charm of spring, and drawing a touch of colorful colors to the world.

Anle opened her eyes, and the old locust tree was rustling under the spring breeze, bringing a different kind of comfort.

After waiting for a while, before the old man from Taimiao came, An Le got up, and began to try to practice Bengjian Jin under the old locust tree.

Although the condensed Dao fruit can be regarded as a mastery of the beginning, if you want to be proficient, you still have to rely on Anle to try and comprehend it yourself.

Taking off the green mountain of the bamboo sword pinned to his waist, Anle recalled the way the young girl Mrs. Hua used her sword in the pictures of the years. At that time, Mrs. Hua's cultivation should have never surpassed the fifth level, and Anle could still get a glimpse of some gains.

After brewing for a while, I simulated the collapse of the sword several times in my heart.

Anle let out a breath, threw the bamboo sword in his hand suddenly, and controlled it with the strength of the sword collapse. The fetal breath and mind permeated, and he controlled the green mountain to volley slightly. , hitting the hilt of the sword.

As for the phrase "Hey, watch me collapse the sword", the young man felt a little ashamed, but he didn't say it after all.

Boom!
An invisible wave of air exploded from the collision between the fist and the Qingshan sword hilt, stirring up the leaves of the locust tree that fell on the ground in the courtyard.

Beng Jian roared out immediately, very fast, like thunder, and hit the old locust tree.

The green mountain of the bamboo sword was inserted into the body of the old locust tree, where the sword touched the trunk, exuding scorching hot and entangled sword energy, the inserted old locust tree seemed to tremble, shaking off its leaves.

An Le stood still on the spot, recalling the way of exerting force just now, the mind and blood blended together, although it was jerky, it did have a unique strength.

Bengjianjin...a very domineering way of exerting force.

Anle thinks, if you strengthen your arms and use bird pose or tiger pose, the explosive power should not be underestimated.

Facing Hu Jingang again, Hu Jingang might die more happily.

The jerky operation of the Bengjian Jin made Anle feel quite uncomfortable, and with a move of his mind, he blessed the two wisps of gray age energy absorbed from Mrs. Hua to the Daoguo Bengjian Jin.

Instantly, the gray incense stick was lit, and a curling picture emerged.

In the pictures, there are all pictures of Mrs. Hua practicing Bengjian Jin and making small achievements.

Accompanied by the magical shout of "Hey, watch me collapse the sword".

There was a smile on the corners of An Le's lips, and the next moment he opened his eyes suddenly, and pulled out the Qingshan bamboo sword from the old locust tree, ready to do it again.

At the gate of the courtyard, the afterglow of the setting sun pours down.

The old man was dressed in plain clothes and bathed in the rosy glow, standing still with a bamboo stick, holding a scroll of paintings in one hand, never disturbing the peace of being practicing, and even watching with great interest.

An Le may not have noticed the old man, and even if he noticed, he would not separate his mind at this moment.

Fetal breath and mind flow to control the bamboo sword and the green mountain to lift into the sky, the blood in the body flows like a torrent of rivers, Anle's body rushes forward, running in a tiger style, the Bengjian strength is contained in the fist sword, punches out, and hits the green mountain on the hilt.

Boiling energy, blood and mind cling to the green hill of the bamboo sword, and the sword bursts out like a cannonball, as fast as a cloud of electricity, and ruthlessly penetrates into the trunk of the old locust tree.

The bamboo sword has no sharp edge, but the old locust tree that is planted is as good as death.

The bark on the trunk of the old locust tree was even broken a lot by the insertion, and it was washed away by the force, leaving a smooth surface.

Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns.

The old man of Taimiao stood at the door, with his long eyebrows drooping slightly and his wrinkled face staring blankly at the tattered bamboo sword stuck in the old locust tree, the blade of the bamboo sword was shaking slightly.

Vaguely, the old man seemed to hear the clear and cheerful sword cry from the bamboo sword Qingshan.

I can't help but think of the sentence "I see how charming Qingshan is, and Qingshan should be like this" when he first held the bamboo sword in his mind.

The old man chuckled suddenly, his regret was like a mountain of white snow, and when the sun rose, his smile disappeared.

The young man and Qingshan met each other and hated it too late.

The bamboo sword that has been with him for three hundred years may have found a new owner for him.

very nice.

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