Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 57

The cool moonlight shines all over Lin'an, the stars are pouring down, and the shadows of people and trees are mottled.

Luo Qingchen left Lin'an Mansion with Zhu Shan's body on his back. With Li You'an's sword gasifying Jiang Chao and stopping many strong men, he didn't encounter too much trouble and went straight out of the city.

Qin Qianqiu is not dead, but after tonight, he is destined to become a joke of the whole Lin'an. He was pressed to the ground and beaten, and shrank in the diamond bell, like an old turtle.

This joke will last for a long time, and it is used by many nobles in Lin'an as a joke after dinner. The more noble Qin Qianqiu's status is, the longer the joke will last.

For someone like Qin Qianqiu who loves face, such a result is more uncomfortable than killing him.

The powerhouses of the Prime Minister of Qin's Mansion plundered out one after another, and official forces such as the Lin'an Mansion Yamen and Hei Yamen also mobilized their troops out of the city to search and arrest them.

This night in Lin'an was not quiet, it was very noisy.

But all of this has nothing to do with peace, nothing to do with the small courtyard in Taimiao Lane.

Following the death of the coachman Zhu Shan, Luo Qingchen beat Qin Qianqiu hard, and the incident became more and more troublesome. Qin Qianqiu might not dare to do anything to An Le again in a short time.

The main reason is that Lin Fu's Hua Jiebing not only returned, but also invited back the legendary number one scholar Li You'an...

The news had already spread, and all the nobles in the entire Lin'an Mansion knew about it.

Just now, Qin Qianqiu arranged to stay at the gate of Lin'an Mansion City, trying to stop Hua Jiebing's strong man, but Li Youan scolded him and dispatched him to the Canglang River battlefield. If he doesn't kill the enemy, he won't return.

This kind of domineering power made many nobles in Lin'an Mansion dare not mess around again. Everyone knew what the purpose of such a legendary figure's return to Beijing was.

As the spring is approaching, Hua Jiebing invited Li You'an, which is naturally related to the incident in the palace examination.

The conflicts and grievances between the Lin family and the Qin family may have a great turning point in the ownership of a certain turmoil.

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In Taimiao Lane, the courtyard door opened.

The cold moonlight, sprinkled from the starry night, passed through the leaves of the old locust tree, and sprinkled mottled shadows on the ground.

In the middle of the courtyard, there was a square table with a jug of Yanchunli's old rice wine, three wine cups, and a catty of beef.

The old man of Taimiao squinted his eyes and sat on a chair, drinking and eating meat, his long eyebrows fluttering in the night wind.

Li Youan, who was dressed in plain clothes, was also sitting in a chair, eating beef and drinking wine.

An Le is dressed in white and wears a green mountain ink pool on his waist, just drinking.

"An Xiaoyou, the fight you just had with that coachman, even the old man saw it."

The old man of the Taimiao sipped a glass of wine, put down the wine cup, and said with a light smile: "Everyone has to pay the price for their own choices, the driver paid the price with his life, although he was unwilling, it was not because he was unwilling to kill you, but because he was unwilling to kill you." Send Luo Qingchen back to Qingzhou."

"And it's good that you can't hold back your compassion and never hold back your hands in battle."

An Le heard the words, drank the wine in the glass, and said: "The coachman exercises three realms, refines the god's fetal breath, and his realm is higher than mine. The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength. My realm is lower than him. How can I be sympathetic? If you want to keep your hand?"

"If I was killed, at most I would get a sigh from the coachman, just like when he died, I would also sigh."

"I'm not even a strong man, how can I develop some of the conceited problems of a strong man?"

An Le spoke very solemnly and seriously.

Zhao Huangting was taken aback, then laughed out loud.

Li You'an, who had been drinking and eating jerky, also paused, and looked at An Le in surprise.

"well said."

Li Youan wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth, and asked again, "Have you realized the secret sword technique in the Little Holy Order?"

An Le knew that what he was asking should be the skill of "Sword Qi Near" that Ling Kong manipulated the ink pool.

Without hiding anything, An Le nodded generously and admitted: "I realized something yesterday."

"That's right, the talent is very good. The opportunities in the little holy decree are left by the holy master. There are sword skills, saber skills, spear skills, etc. Everyone sees and understands differently."

"Even if it's the same way of swordsmanship, you can realize different techniques."

Li Youan smiled lightly.

Zhao Huangting ate the meat, and said: "An Xiaoyou, General Li was also the holder of the Little Holy Order back then, and he surpassed the previous generation, sitting on the top of the holy mountain, talking to the holy master, today he eats your wine and drinks You meat, if you have any doubts about swordsmanship, don't be polite, just ask casually."

An Le's eyes lit up when he heard the words: "Senior talked to the holy master..."

"Xiaosheng really has a doubt."

Li You'an smiled without saying a word, motioning for An Le to ask.

An Le thought for a while, and didn't ask about the relationship between sword qi, but asked a long-held doubt: "Emperor Yuan Meng is known as the most powerful man in the world, so... who is stronger, the holy master or the emperor?"

The wind blows the courtyard, the leaves of the old locust trees rub against each other and rustle, creating a peaceful atmosphere.

Zhao Huangting squinted his eyes, Li Youan fell into deep thought.

The topic of An Le was indeed beyond their expectations.

After a long time, Li Youan drank the last glass of old rice wine, raised his head, looked at the sky full of stars, and said calmly: "There are many things, you will know when you talk to the holy master."

"Emperor Yuanmeng is no matter how strong he is, he will be the strongest in the world after all."

"The holy master is different."

"The holy master is here, the sky is the sky, and the world is the world."

When An Le heard the words, he always felt that there was something in Li Youan's words. He didn't understand the deeper meaning, but he understood the straightforward meaning.

Emperor Yuanmeng was the most powerful person in the world, but he was still under the sky, and the saint master jumped out of this level, sitting and watching the sky and the world.

"After drinking the wine, eating the meat, and asking your questions, I should go now, and don't disturb Mr. An's chance."

Li Youan stood up, dusted off the plain clothes on his body.

Zhao Huangting also stood up with a smile: "You'an, change the scene."

"An Xiaoyou drew a horse for Lin Silang in the Lin Mansion today. From a long distance, the old man can smell the ink fragrance of the wild horse in the painting."

"Let's go find the emperor's son-in-law and take a look at the wild horses in Xiaoyou An's painting."

Zhao Huangting couldn't wait to greet him.

An Le suddenly went dumb, can you smell this?
Li Youan's eyes lit up: "Hua Jiebing praised to me the pride of your ink and bamboo paintings. Senior also said that the wild horses in your paintings are romantic, so I just went to admire them."

An Le stood up, cupped his fists and bowed to the two of them.

Li You'an held his hands behind his back, with long hair hanging unruly, he walked to the entrance of the courtyard, looked at An Le and said, "Can you name the sword skill you learned from the holy decree?"

An Le heard the words and said, "It's called 'Sword Qi Near'."

The corners of Li Youan's lips twitched, and suddenly his mind was filled with starlight, and a sword energy slowly gathered and formed in the endless starlight.

"My sword technique is called 'Thousand Baidu', and this sword is also called Thousand Baidu."

Li Youan lightly stroked the long sword with the palm of his hand, the sword was full of starlight, and trembled slightly: "Have a good understanding of 'Sword Qi is near', you have just realized the superficial level now, when you really get started, you will have unexpected gains."

As the words were written, Li Youan tapped his fingers, and the famous sword Qianbaidu suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Then, he strode out of the yard.

The old man of Taimiao smiled and took a look at An Le: "Little friend An, I never thought you could draw horses in addition to bamboo. That's great. Let's talk about it some other day."

An Le bowed to the gate, and the old man left with a smile. The sound of the bamboo stick beating the bluestone echoed in the night alley, and gradually drifted away.

Before Taimiao.

Li Youan stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the brightly lit luxurious and majestic temple.

The old man came with a bamboo stick and said with a smile, "What do you think of this son?"

Li Youan withdrew his gaze, and said: "Excellent swordsmanship talent, character is neither humble nor overbearing, looking at his black bamboo, you can know that he is proud, he is a talent."

"But whether it can carry your green mountain is still unknown."

The old man smiled, and his eyes were much deeper: "The old man can't break through the border, and when the time is approaching, it is a kind of luck to find such a young man to inherit the Qingshan."

"A young man once said, 'I see how charming Qingshan is, and Qingshan should be like this when I see it', how romantic it is."

"Give him a gift from Qingshan, and I will never regret it."

Li Youan's eyes softened when he heard the words: "It's very romantic."

Then he frowned again: "Senior, is there no hope?"

"The avenue is long, and the years leave traces. It is better than Emperor Yuan. If he had not broken through the ten realms, he could only live for six hundred years. I once knocked on the sky with a sword with pride, but now, the years are rolling, and the immortals laugh at me.

Leaning on a bamboo stick, the old man looked at the dimly lit Taimiao and sighed.

"It has been [-] years since Great Zhao moved south. Too many people in Lin'an Mansion are facing the limit of their practice. When they get old, they tend to be afraid of death. The prosperous Lin'an Mansion is full of money and wealth. How many thoughts have been shattered and how much pride has been buried."

The old man turned his head to look at Li You'an: "But the old man's heart is hard to calm down. The north of the Canglang River is all homeland, but we can only look at the river and think about our hometown. Now in Lin'an, too many people have been wiped out by the bustling ecstasy. With pride and ambition, I feel that maintaining the current situation is enough."

"Even if it is the one in Tianxuan Palace, when he gets old, he will forget the aggrieved time when he moved south."

"This Lin'an, there is no time to turn back."

"You Li You'an, Ye Longsheng, and Master Zhong tried their best to advocate crossing the river. I am very happy. I hope you will not be blinded by the prosperity of Lin'an."

The old man's sigh, distress, and admonition made Li Youan look solemn and bowed deeply.

"The old man once held a broken bamboo sword to kill the Emperor Yuanmeng, but in that battle, he focused on hiding and retreating, which was not smooth enough. After a while, the old man will definitely go across the river north to ask the Yuan Emperor for advice."

The old man stroked his long eyebrows and smiled softly.

Li Youan squinted his eyes when he heard that, "It must be... very refreshing."

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The courtyard fell silent.

Empty jugs are lying on the table, and the wine is in a mess.

An Le's mind fell into an unprecedented tranquility. He cleared the table and watered the potted flowers.

Afterwards, the yard was cleared and empty.

He raised his hand, swung his sword finger lightly, and the green hill and the ink pool whizzed out, inserted into the trunk of the old locust tree, trembling slightly.

An Le stood quietly for a moment, and the images and details of the battle with the burly coachman Zhu Shan emerged in his mind.

[Fearlessness] Daoguo trembles slightly.

Then he exhaled like thunder, and the blood gushed out from under the skin membrane and through the pores.

The spirit bones are clanging, the qi and blood are surging, bathing in the stars in peace, and practicing the five animals!

The misty blood mist turns into fierce tigers, spirit deer, ferocious bears, cunning apes, sharp cranes...

After some exercise and martial arts, in Anle Meixin Niwan Palace, a pool of swords emerged, reflecting the starlight and flooding.

Fetal breath and mind slowly boiling!

Like a ferocious beast, it launched an attack towards the third realm of refining gods!

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