Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 72 Do you know if you know it or not, let's drink a glass of spring wine [Please order first! 】

The white crane tore through the spring rain, flapped its wings and flew from the first mountain, which is out of reach in the eyes of the world, to the human academy, where it was captured by the master.

The news brought is the change of the Little Saint Ranking.

Wang Qinhe, next nineteen.

Anle, eighteen.

Contrary to everyone's expectations, such a sudden change occurred. Wang Qinhe, who had been training in four realms and refining gods in three realms, was actually overtaken...

Although the reason given was that the original Xiaosheng's No. [-] Anle had broken through to the third level of body training and training gods... But isn't there still a big gap in body training?

The change and dissemination of the Xiaosheng List has always been the agent of the Academy of Arts, so this time it is also the same.

With the white crane as evidence, what he brings is the attitude of Yishan, and it is also the evidence of the change of the little sage list.

Even if everyone has thousands of doubts in their hearts, they cannot deny the change of ranking on the list.

The Academy of Arts, Martial Temple, Lin's Mansion, Ye's Mansion, Qin Xiang's Mansion, and even the huge imperial palace deep in Jing Street have all obtained the yellow book of the little saint list after the change.

Everyone has different expressions.

This kind of situation is not unprecedented, but most of the people who have been suppressed in the rankings will not be convinced. No one is willing to admit that they are inferior, let alone those who hold a small sacred order...

Those who hold the small holy decree all have the hope of talking to the holy master. Naturally, they have hopes for themselves and are very confident, so they will not be willing to lag behind.

Of course, most of the time there will be no changes in the list of minor saints, unless the geniuses on the list make a major breakthrough, there may be changes, so as to stimulate the list to challenge each other.

Therefore, everyone knows that with Wang Qinhe's temperament, he will definitely have a hard time, and will challenge An Le overnight.

Many people thought about it, and they all went out with umbrellas, wanting to watch a good show.

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Qingbo Street, Taimiao Lane.

The rainy alley is secluded, and the black tiles on both sides of the eaves sprinkle bead curtains of water.

The small courtyard in the alley is also quiet, the old pagoda tree silently supports its branches and leaves, and one of the two tree holes on the trunk is still inserted with an ink pool, but Anle in the house has made a painting that expresses his heart directly, with the fragrance of books and ink curling up. out, absorbed by the ink pool.

Inside the house, the Taimiao old man held a candle lamp in his hand, his temples were like frost, and his hair was like snow. He stared blankly at the man standing in front of the window, with an inexplicably familiar and longing aura rising from his body.

Accompanied by Qingshan sword chants, the past years can't help but come to the fore.

When he was young, he was extremely talented, and he was the best in the royal family. He traveled the world with one sword and one sword, and ventured into the rivers and lakes.

Zeng raised the sword to Shanglan Ke, discussed the sword with the Buddha, and practiced Zen with the sword.

He once walked up to the Tianshi Mansion on foot, knocked open the gate of the mansion with a sword, asked the little Tianshi with his sword, and discussed the Tao until dawn.

Zeng Xiaoyao went to Kunpeng Mountain alone, chatted and laughed with the big monster, and flirted with the banshee.

Recalling those years now, he can't help but sigh.

With a flick of a finger, it has been five hundred years. The once heroic spirit is now also classified as two temples.

From the boy's body, he can vaguely see the spirit of his youth, his nose is slightly sore, and the past is floating in his heart, which makes him feel nostalgic.

At this moment, when he looked at the young man, his eyes became more gentle. Perhaps, he gave the green hill to the young man because he was surprised by his paintings, or because he saw the shadow of himself in the young man?

"No...he is him, I am me, everyone's life is different, and my life is not over yet...There is still some romance."

"The years are not forgiving, whether the shadows on the temples and the stars know it or not, and whether they know it or not, let's drink a glass of spring wine."

The old man suddenly laughed, and he was no longer in a slump.

However, An Le also woke up, his eyes were clear, and there seemed to be a vigorous arrogance washing over his body, the self-confidence and arrogance of the young man surpassed before.

This change made the old man quite puzzled, and then he thought of this picture of Qingzhu, and saw the inscription on the picture of Qingzhu.

The bamboo in the chest is not the bamboo in the eyes, the bamboo in the hand is not the bamboo in the mind...

A young man is proud to paint a picture?

What did you realize?
The old man's talent for An Le became more and more unpredictable and unbelievable.

With this level of intelligence, it shouldn't be worthwhile to start practicing enlightenment... I wasted the early years and missed the last opportunity to build the foundation.

"Xiaoyou An, have you realized something?"

The old man held the lamp and smiled.

An Le smiled warmly, looked at the old man with frosty temples, and suddenly felt a little dazed. In the golden years, the old man was still young, and he dared to fight the world's number one with a bamboo sword.

But now, such a proud person who used to be so proud is also old, and the pity is in vain.

Years, perhaps the most hurtful force in this world.

"I do understand something." An Le clasped her fists and bowed slightly to the old man. This bow was to thank the old man for his golden years and his help in condensing the Dao fruit [Hero Qi Yin].

Looking at An Le, the old man vaguely felt that the young man's attitude seemed to have changed, but he didn't take it seriously.

"In this world, can a strong man like senior not live forever?"

An Le suddenly asked curiously.

The old man faltered in his beard strokes, and there was some emotion in his eyes: "Longevity..."

"It's difficult, it's too difficult. If you practice in the sixth realm, you can live for three hundred years. After that, you can live for a hundred years in the first realm, and you can live in the ninth realm for 600 years. But in the world, how many people can set foot in the nine realms? How many people can live in the ten realms?" Continue to prolong life, but there is a limit...Longevity is just an illusory word."

the old man sighed.

An Le heard the words, and could feel the helplessness in the old man's words.

However, the helplessness in the eyes of the old man was quickly swept away, his eyes fell on An Le, and he said earnestly: "My generation of practitioners should not aim at longevity, but at becoming stronger. When you become enough Powerful, powerful beyond the world, eternal life."

Hearing this, An Le solemnly nodded.

Suddenly, the old man walked to the window with the lamp in his hand. Outside the window, he could see the pattering spring rain in the courtyard, but there was the faint sound of footsteps.

The boots were raised and lowered, crushing the accumulated water on the ground, and there was a knife clanging like a bell ringing in the dark night, and the sound wave came from Qingbo Street.

"This saber energy, the one from Wang Guogong's family."

The old man raised his eyebrows and said in surprise.

Then, as if thinking of something, his expression became weird, and he looked at An Le with a bit of joking.

"On the Xiaosheng list, you may have been promoted."

the old man said.

An Le was at a loss. He didn't do anything. He hadn't challenged No.18 Wang Qinhe yet. How did he get promoted?

"This time you are not challenging Wang Qinhe, but he is challenging you."

The old man's face was rosy, and he spoke with a smile, as if he didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

An Le's face returned to calm, and he also thought about it in his heart. It is probably because he broke through the three realms through physical training, which caused a change in the list of minor saints.

"It's relatively rare for the little saint list to change, but if the leader of the first mountain who has no plans to leave no stone unturned thinks that you have higher combat power, it's nothing to let you rise in the ranking."

"Most of the time, there won't be any, but those who have fallen in the rankings are not convinced, and they challenge overnight. Count."

The old man smiled and said: "I was waiting for you, a newcomer on the list, to challenge, but the ranking fell behind you. Naturally, I feel shameless, unable to sit still, and angry."

An Le couldn't help but be surprised when he heard the words.

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On Qingbo Street, billions of drops of spring rain fell from the sky, hit the ground, and were suddenly cut into mist by the sweeping knife energy.

A figure came with a knife in his hand, dressed in fine clothes, with a solemn face.

Step by step, stepping from the direction of Jing Street to Qingbo Street, on a cold spring night, the only sound left on the long street is the sound of rain falling on the long street, and the sound of men's footsteps crushing everything, echoing in emptiness.

Wang Qinhe felt depressed in his heart. In fact, anyone would feel depressed.

The list of minor saints is automatically changed, and a young man who has just been on the list for only a few days is ranked above him, and the young man is not as good as him, and he is a big realm behind him in terms of physical training.

But he was able to overwhelm him. If this is not humiliation, what is it?
Those who dare to uphold the small sacred decree have no mediocrity, and he, Wang Qinhe, is naturally not mediocre, and he also has a sense of arrogance in his heart.

Stopping on the long street, looking at the empty Taimiao Lane, which was extremely dark, Wang Qinhe's heart suddenly became quiet.

Pull out the Dragon's Back Knife, the tip of the knife touches the ground, there seems to be a knife chant echoing, like listening to a dragon chant.

Wang Qinhe bathed in the spring rain, and the rain wetted his clothes instantly, and gathered into silk threads on his chin to drip.

He took out the little sage list yellow book, wrapped it with his mind, and tapped it with his fingers.

In an instant, the yellow book broke through the rain and galloped towards the small courtyard in Taimiao Lane.

inside the yard.

An Le stood in front of the window, watching Chi Lue approaching, faintly engulfed in the mind of the little sage's yellow book, without changing his face, without any coercion.

The same is the third realm of refining gods and refining, An Le is naturally fearless.

The sword stove in the Niwan Palace trembled slightly, and with a burst of sword energy, it shattered the opponent's mind attached to the yellow book. He reached out to take the yellow book, and turned to the end. Sure enough, he saw that his ranking had improved by one, and he had already reached eighteen.

The spring is just around the corner, and there is such a promotion, Anle is quite happy.

On Qingbo Street.

Sensing that his mind had been crushed, Wang Qinhe's face remained unchanged. On a rainy night, he leaned on the knife, his blood surged, his fighting spirit rose steadily, and he opened his mouth to fight Chunlei with his tongue.

"The [-]th king of the Little Sage Ranking, Qinhe, fell down one place, and his heart is hard to calm down. He is here to challenge tonight. Mr. An is willing to accept the challenge!"

Wang Qinhe's fighting spirit became more and more boiling, and his voice exploded, lingering around the long street and rain alley.

Wang Qinhe once said that he should wait for Anle to challenge him, and he should learn what is commendable about a genius who has obtained a small holy order by his own strength.

But now that something has changed, it is the same for him to challenge.

Around Qingbo Street, there was a wave of mental detection faintly, curious in his heart, wanting to see if An Le had the courage to take up this challenge.

Of course, An Le can refuse, but there is only one chance to refuse.

This challenge is definitely unavoidable. Those who rank lower on the list of minor saints challenge the first one. After rejecting it once, they will be able to challenge again in three days. At that time, they will be unable to refuse.

Once the challenge is accepted, there must be a victory or defeat, and the victory or defeat will have a great impact on the holder of the Little Holy Order.

It's not just an emotional impact, but also a belief shock.

The vibrating sound, as predicted by the spring breeze, shook the leaves of the old locust tree in the silent courtyard.

The old man stood aside holding the lamp, looking at An Le curiously, wondering if An Le would accept it.

An Le closed the yellow book, but there was no pressure on his face.

There was even a surge of pride in my heart, since he beat Wang Qinhe in the rankings, what is there to be afraid of?
I just watched the Golden Years, and saw the old man of the Taimiao holding the bamboo sword and the Qingshan three swords to kill the Yuanmeng Emperor, and his arrogance reached the sky.

How could An Le shrink back?
Even, An Le looked forward to this battle a little bit, taking advantage of this battle to raise his pride.

Just got the Dao fruit [Hero Qi Yin], so I don't want to back down.

It's not that he has never fought across borders. Zhu Shan, Luo Qingchen's coachman, was much higher than him in terms of body forging, but An Le still fought against him and won.

In terms of talent and practice, Wang Qinhe is far superior to the coachman Zhushan, but so what?
An Le slowly closed her eyes, and the picture of the old man carrying Qingshan and fighting the Emperor Yuanmeng resurfaced again, his heroic spirit seemed to break through the picture!

At that time, Emperor Yuanmeng had already stepped into the ten realms, he was the most powerful man in the world, Zhao Huangting was not as good as him, but he was still unparalleled in courage, never afraid, and fought with his sword!

Today, An Le is self-righteous and unwilling to retreat.

Although it can't compare to wielding a sword to kill Emperor Yuanmeng, he can still be regarded as a genius in cross-border warfare!

You can also raise a heart of pride!
Waiting to open his eyes again, An Le's eyes were full of fighting spirit, he turned his head to look at the Taimiao old man beside him, cupped his fists and bowed: "I'll go back as soon as I go, and when I come back, I will drink the remaining old rice wine with my seniors."

The old man of Taimiao stroked his beard and smiled: "Go, I will leave you a sip of good wine when I warm it up."

An Le couldn't help smiling.

"Little Holy Order will protect life and death, so don't be merciful when you strike, it's a life-and-death fight, and it should be a life-and-death fight." The old man looked at the painting again, and his voice floated.

An Le said hello, and walked out of the courtyard, opened the oil-paper umbrella, and the rain fell on the umbrella surface, splashing like mist.

As soon as his mind moved, the ink pool inserted on the old locust tree trembled slightly, escaped from the tree hole, rushed towards him suddenly, and pinned it to his waist together with Qingshan.

Strolling in the deep and lonely rain alley with an umbrella, Anle senses the blazing and vigorous blood and fighting spirit coming from Qingbo Street.

The fierce tiger hidden in the boy's heart seemed to raise its head at this moment, revealing its fangs and sharp claws.

On Qingbo Street, Wang Qinhe bathed in the spring rain and stood with his sword.

In the dark rain curtain all around, one after another mind, one pair of eyes, looking at the dark alley of Taimiao.

But I saw a young man in Tsing Yi strolling out of the courtyard.

A bamboo sword and a black sword are worn at the waist.

The strange and handsome face is like a banished fairy coming to the dust, with charming eyes.

"Let's go to the West Lake to fight, don't disturb the sleep of the neighbors."

An Le said softly.

Wang Qinhe's whole body was suddenly shaken by the sharp sword aura, his eyes were sharp, he stared at Anle, and vaguely felt that the young man seemed very different from the last time he met.

More confident, bolder, more domineering...

The three realms of body forging... Can you be so confident with him?
"Okay." Wang Qinhe replied in a deep voice.

The two of them just like this, walking in the rain, walking along Qingbo Street towards the West Lake like old friends.

The faint clouds and water are luxuriant and fascinated, and the distant mountains and mountains look low.

On a rainy night, the West Lake is dotted with ripples.

On the flower boats, the lanterns are just coming on, and the birds are singing and singing, and there is a faint sound of zither, silk and bamboo, which enters the ear.

Wang Qinhe and Anle walked to the lakeside.

But they didn't stop for half a minute. The two of them took steps and stepped onto the lake, like walking on flat ground.

The two walked on the lake, ten feet apart, looking at each other.

Wang Qinhe held the Dragon's Back Saber slantedly, his body's energy and blood gushed out from under the skin membrane, and was evaporated before the spring rain fell.

"On the Xiaosheng list, you were supposed to challenge me, but now you and I have switched places."

"I don't agree."

Wang Qinhe Road.

An Le has not opened an umbrella for a long time, and the oil-paper umbrella is placed on the long embankment by the lake.

At this moment, when I am bathing in the spring rain, there is a sword chant from the ink pool around my waist, and it floats up, hiding in the night and spring rain, and cannot be found.

"If you don't accept it, then I will hit you until you accept it."

An Le said.

However, before the words were finished, Wang Qinhe had already set off, running quickly, and the distance of ten feet was instantly shortened.

Bang bang bang!
After knowing it, the surface of the lake is like a series of floating ripples!
Wang Qinhe had watched the battle between Anle and the driver of the knife-carrying sword Zhushan, and he knew that Anle's swordsmanship, which he had learned from the holy decree since childhood, was miraculous.

However, the shortcoming is body forging.

Naturally, Wang Qinhe would not make the mistake of Zhu Shan, besides, he is not Zhu Shan either!

Fast and close to the body, playing the advantage of body forging!

However, the next moment, Wang Qinhe, who was within a foot of Anle's body, was about to swing his knife, when his pupils suddenly shrank!
But I saw An Le posing in a tiger pose, with a tiger palm, his blue clothes swaying, his blood was like an oven, and there seemed to be blood-colored scriptures looming from the skin membrane.

The majestic monster energy, blood energy, spiritual energy, and strength energy gather and disperse at the same time!
The handsome and elegant young man in Tsing Yi suddenly turned into a roaring ancient fierce monster tiger!
The ancient demons and five birds are shown in battle for the first time, and they open their fangs to the world!

Wang Qinhe was suddenly shocked and lost his mind!
This... What kind of five birds is this? !

The knife that had not been swung was pressed back by An Le, and it was smashed down with a tiger-style palm.

Wang Qinhe only felt the terrific pressure, and with a little daze and disbelief, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Boom!
There was a loud explosion on the lake!

The whole person was directly smashed into the bottom of the lake!
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