Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 55

The silver sword light lingered around Luo Qingchen's body, his figure escaped from the mansion, his majestic mind and blood were intertwined, galloping like lightning behind a cloud.

Zhu Shan, a burly coachman, accompanied him out of Qingzhou. Zhu Shan was there when he was proud, and still there when he was down and down.

But this time, Zhu Shan might really be gone.

Today, he didn't see Zhu Shan, and he only thought that Zhu Shan was busy with something. When he didn't need it, Zhu Shan's actions were free.

Luo Qingchen still remembered that Zhu Shan had a concubine who would visit him every seven days in the Linhua Pavilion of Lin'an Mansion.

He thought that Zhu Shan was not in the mansion, maybe he went to find the concubine to release the pressure.

His heart was a little depressed now, and he was all focused on killing the dust in his heart, so he didn't notice this. When he realized it, the cold wind in the middle of the night was already mixed with a bit of sadness.

With Luo Qingchen's speed, he rushed with all his strength and arrived at Qingbo Street within a short while.

Sword Qi lingered, and his speed slowed down. He looked at Qin Qianqiu, who was standing on the chariot at the entrance of the alley, playing with the wine cup, and Wang Qinhe, who was holding a keel knife.

As if he understood something, Luo Qingchen's eyes trembled, and he looked into the distance. A burly body was leaning on a knife, standing in the cold wind, looking at the direction of the long street where he was galloping, and there was no sound.

"Sir, Zhu Shan can't accompany you back to Qingzhou."

The sobbing cold wind on a spring night seemed to still be carrying the echoing voice.

Luo Qingchen only felt his heart sink, the huge Lin'an rolled up endless darkness to engulf him, depriving him of the last close person in Lin'an.

An Le stood beside Zhu Shan in white clothes, raised his hand, and gently closed Zhu Shan's unrepentant eyes.

He seemed to know that Luo Qingchen was coming, so he looked calmly.

The burly coachman Zhu Shan also brought a knife to kill him, the purpose was to give Luo Qingchen a chance to leave Lin'an Mansion safely.

From Zhu Shankou, An Le also learned that Luo Qingchen rejected Qin Qianqiu's request and did not want to kill him.

As for this moment, what will Luo Qingchen's attitude be when he sees Zhu Shan's death?

If Luo Qingchen fulfilled Qin Qianqiu's wish and wanted to avenge Zhu Shan, An Le was naturally no match at the moment, but when he grew up in the future, he would naturally not hold back.

However, Luo Qingchen didn't strike out in anger, nor did he reveal his murderous intentions, he walked step by step, and came to Zhu Shan's side, looking at the burly Zhu Shan's body, his eyes gradually filled with deep sorrow.

"I once said that I wanted you to carry me back to Qingzhou in glory, but I failed..."

A long sigh came from Luo Qingchen's mouth, carrying emotions such as guilt, exhaustion, and self-blame.

An Le retreated a few steps and gave up the position to Luo Qingchen.

Silent.

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The gaps in the forest are full of light and the moon is shining, and the long street is clear and clear at night.

The cold moonlight, accompanied by starlight, sprinkled on the streets that carried the cold wind and mixed with the smell of blood.

Quite far from Qingbo Street.

The luxurious chariot parked quietly.

The horse neighed, and on the roof of the car, two figures stood with cold faces.

"The coachman failed, Luo Qingchen also came, I don't know if Luo Qingchen will act with anger."

Qin Qianqiu drank the spiritual wine in his cup, and the rich spiritual energy bloomed from his throat along the wine, but there was no expression of enjoyment on his face.

He didn't care about Luo Qingchen's arrival, and he didn't care at all about the driver who had just been forced to die by him.

"The charioteer Zhu Shan has the strength to forge the inner body pill and refine the breath of the gods, but he was almost crushed."

Although the physical training practiced by the charioteer Zhushan was of the same level as the method of refining the gods, he was somewhat surprised when he was overwhelmed by a larger realm.

In terms of cultivation, Qin Qianqiu's talent is indeed ordinary, and it can't compare to his cousin Qin Hua'an, who relied on his own strength to obtain the minor sacred order.

The young man in front of him, An Le, also crushed him, Qin Qianqiu.

The frustration brought about by this kind of cultivation genius made Qin Qianqiu feel a little inexplicably annoyed.

Wang Qinhe stood on the roof of the car, the Dragon's Ridge Saber on his waist emitting a cold glow. He hadn't spoken for a long time, and the initial ease and freehand brushwork had long since disappeared.

The battle where An Le killed the driver with the knife made him vigilant, and the hole cards he showed made him even more horrified.

"Refinement is not refined, but it can control swords in the air, and even poses a great threat to forging internal alchemists..."

"This kind of technique reminds me of the description of the secret technique of swordsmanship left by the holy master in the Little Holy Order."

Wang Qinhe said solemnly.

"However, he only obtained the Little Holy Order yesterday, and today he has realized the secret method in the Little Holy Order... What kind of talent is this?!"

Wang Qinhe thought carefully, and couldn't help feeling slightly chilled physically and mentally.

Is this the terrifying talent of the little holy orderer by himself? !
Wang Qinhe has been comprehending the secret art of swordsmanship in the Little Holy Order, but he has only grasped a little superficial up to now.

A feeling of jealousy and a strong sense of crisis suddenly filled Wang Qinhe's heart.

Maybe soon, An Le will be able to challenge him, and even win easily.

Such a genius, the growth rate is too fast!
Qin Qianqiu looked at Wang Qinhe beside him, and could feel the violent fluctuations in the other party's mood, and frowned slightly: "Brother Wang...do you need to get rid of this boy in advance?"

Wang Qinhe's mood fluctuated, he closed his eyes to calm down, opened his eyes again, and said seriously: "No need."

"I'm looking forward to him challenging me."

A look of surprise suddenly appeared on Qin Qianqiu's face: "Looking at it today, don't you worry that he will grow up and defeat you? If he defeats you, he will step on you to climb up the list."

Wang Qinhe took off the Dragon's Back Knife, stroked the blade covered with dragon scales with his palm, and said lightly: "Pressure is the motivation for me to continue to improve. Isn't that the meaning of the Little Sage List?"

"Those who can obtain the Little Sacred Order are absolutely extraordinary. Even if they are obtained with the help of family resources, if the talent is not recognized, the mountain masters will not grant the Little Sacred Order."

"Those who have won the little holy decree have no mediocrity!"

"This kind of genius who doesn't rely on any family resources and is on the list of minor saints on his own..."

"If I can defeat him openly, my will to practice will be greatly tempered, and the road to martial arts will be smooth sailing."

Fighting spirit flashed in Wang Qinhe's eyes, and he wiped the blade with his palm suddenly, as if a deep dragon's chant exploded in the long night street.

Qin Qianqiu was full of puzzlement and disdain. In his opinion, it is best to eliminate threatening enemies as soon as possible. It is useless to talk about the morals of the world, and it is even more ridiculous to engage in sympathy between geniuses.

This is true of Wang Qinhe, and so is his gifted cousin.

Qin Qianqiu narrowed his eyes, and for the first time faced the young man who refused his recruitment, because the young man gradually made him feel threatened.

In the distance, An Le was dressed in white, with a green mountain and an ink pool floating beside her, as if sensing the gaze coming from the wind, she turned her head to look, her mind drifting with the wind.

Then you can see Qin Qianqiu and Wang Qinhe standing on the roof of the car.

Wang Qinhe grinned when he saw An Le looking over, the heart of the Niwan Palace was boiling, and the saber energy burst out from the dragon's spine immediately, dazzling in the dark night.

The Dragon's Back Saber was released, like a long dragon, manipulated with the skill of controlling a sword, and stretched out across the long street, carrying the saber energy, rushing towards Anle.

"Little sage, Wang Qinhe, say hello."

Standing on the roof of the car, Wang Qinhe laughed loudly.

The Dragon's Back Saber slashed with saber energy, without any killing intent, and the target was not An Le, but the ground beside An Le.

This cut is only for the sake of standing up.

An Le watched calmly, while the ink pool and green hills hanging around him moved slightly.

However, one hand was outstretched, and with a clasp of five fingers, the dragon's back knife was grabbed directly, the majestic and boiling knife energy on it was directly wiped out, and the spiritual power attached to the blade was also cut off.

In the distance, the face of Wang Qinhe standing on the roof of the car suddenly turned black, my knife!

The sword energy set off a storm and roared, Luo Qingchen faced Zhu Shan's body expressionlessly, full of guilt.

He didn't even raise his head, just reached out and grabbed the dragon's spine.

Holding the knife, he turned around slowly.

He glanced at An Le: "Although you killed Zhu Shan, I don't blame you, but after all, your sword was stained with Zhu Shan's blood, and I will never forget it. When you pass the fifth level of cultivation one day, I will come to find you with dignity. You, life and death in one battle."

"Of course, if there is still that chance."

An Le heard the words, the green mountain and the ink pond fell down, with the sword on his waist, he said calmly: "Wait."

Luo Qingchen smiled, and there was a lot of bitterness in the smile: "Since I accepted the Donghai Dixin Bead from the Qin Xiangfu to wash away the dust of the Dao Heart, I have actually lost sight of the way forward. In the eyes of many people, I am no longer a What a genius."

"The dust that is washed away by foreign objects will not be washed clean after all, leaving only a smelly body."

Luo Qingchen sighed, raised his head, and the cold moonlight shone on his cheeks that gradually climbed over the years.

He is no longer the high-spirited and high-spirited young man who walked out of Qingzhou.

But he saw his eyes locked on Qin Qianqiu.

"Young Master Qin, Luo Qingchen has paid back everything that your mansion gave to you all these years for your mansion."

"Donghai Dixin Bead once helped me wash away the dust in my Dao Heart."

"Then I, Luo Qingchen, will slash my Dao heart today, and I will no longer seek the Dao from now on. It doesn't matter if I win or lose, I just want to feel happy in my heart."

After the words fell, Luo Qingchen raised his hand, and a wisp of sword energy poured into the center of his eyebrows.

At this moment, everyone in the long street seemed to hear the sound of something breaking.

Dao Xin is illusory, but Luo Qingchen cuts it with a sword.

Beheaded or not, everyone doesn't know.

When Luo Qingchen said beheaded, he was beheaded, no one would doubt it.

"The grace has been paid off, then ask the debt."

Luo Qingchen's face was pale, but relaxed.

His hair and shirts were all flying, he took a step slowly, his figure changed from walking to running, and finally, like electricity flowing behind a cloud, he handed out the dragon's spine, like a tidal wave in the river in the dark night, bringing murderous intent to Qin Qianqiu .

Swinging a knife at the noble son of the Qin family who forced his coachman to death but was still aloof.

The coachman is a small person, and his life is like a feather in the eyes of the nobles.

But in the hearts of people who care, the life of a small person can be more important than a mountain!

The debt of peace has to be counted.

The debt of Qin Qianqiu, who persecuted him, threatened him, and forced his driver to death, must also be counted!
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