Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 74: The legend of the legendary number one scholar, the three swords given by the old man of the Taimiao 】

After Wanli came back, the face became less and less, smiling, still carrying Ling Meixiang when smiling.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, An Le returned to the yard, feeling peaceful in her heart.

Although he almost defeated Qinhe, the eighteenth king of the little sage list, with a crushing attitude, he was not proud.

The patter of spring rain echoed in the alleys and in the yard, which was quite clear and refreshing.

With a flick of the fingers, the ink pool and the green hill flew out, and inserted them into the tree hole of the old locust tree with familiarity and precision, without hurting the other bark of the old locust tree, making the branches and leaves of the old locust tree tremble slightly.

An Le collected the oiled paper umbrella, drained the water, and put it aside.

"came back."

The old man laughed, poured a cup of warm old rice wine, and pushed it on the table to the comfortable position.

An Le sat on the small chair and drank it in one gulp, dispelling the cold spring in her body.

"How do you feel? Wang Qinhe is still somewhat talented to be able to be hoped by the Royal Palace to exchange a lot of resources for a small holy order. Can you gain something from this battle?"

The old man poured himself a drink and asked while enjoying the spring rain at night.

An Le took a sip of the wine, held the wine cup, thought about Chen for a moment, and said solemnly: "Wang Qinhe still underestimated me."

"He is one level higher than me in the realm of body training, and he has stepped into the four realms to understand the mystery, but he did not give full play to the advantages of body training, he was too careless, and was suppressed by me with the outbreak of the ancient demon tiger, thus losing got a head start."

An Le reviewed the battle scene and analyzed.

The old man stroked his long white eyebrows and listened with a smile.

"Since I can be promoted to the list of little saints, it means that even Shengshan admits that I am not weaker than him in terms of hard power, but he never went all out when he made a move against me, and he still has reservations."

"This is the main reason for his defeat. In the end, with Wu Tongxuan, the saber qi and python released are extremely powerful. If he is close to me, he will use the meaning of Tongxuan to suppress me, maybe I still need to spend some means."

After An Le finished speaking, he chuckled lightly: "Swinging a knife at an unsure opponent must be done with all one's strength, otherwise, there may be no chance to swing the knife a second time."

The old man nodded appreciatively: "It seems that you have read it thoroughly, of course it is because Wang Qinhe does not have the belief that he must win you, if he has this belief, your battle will be difficult, unless you have a bigger hole card. "

An Le nodded solemnly, indeed, in the battle tonight, don't expect him to win easily, but in fact, breaking through Wang Qinhe's saber qi, dragon dragon, and martial arts mystery in the end has already exhausted the spiritual power accumulated in Jianlu.

Coupled with the success of the ancient demons and five birds at the beginning, they were able to press on every step of the way, overwhelming Wang Qinhe, and finally won.

But Wang Qinhe was more cautious and kept procrastinating. With the martial arts physique of the four realms of forging and the interference of martial arts mystery, Anle might really be dragged down.

At that time, An Le may have to use the power in Dao Guo [Hero Qi Yin].

The old man poured a glass of wine for An Le, and the two drank it up.

The rain in the courtyard was pattering, and the leaves of the old locust tree were shaking.

"Apart from this, do you have other feelings?" The old man asked meaningfully.

An Le froze for a moment, playing with the wine cup, frowning in thought.

The old man didn't hold back, pointing to the raindrops falling from the sky.

"With the victory of this battle, do you feel that your confidence has grown, and a wave of belief has grown?"

"Just like this water drop falling on a rock, one drop may be nothing, but when thousands of drops fall on a single point, it will shock the sky, and the water will pierce the stone."

"You beat Wang Qinhe across the border and accumulate a belief in victory. As you fight more and more, your belief will become stronger."

"Where does the pride come from? It comes from the heart, and the pride in the heart is not blind. It needs strength, record, and trump cards as confidence. A victorious army, facing an army ten times its own, dares to charge the opponent to pieces. It is precisely because of the pride and belief that victory brings."

The old man looked at An Le with some anticipation in his eyes. Maybe it was because he saw his former self in the young man today, and he was full of vigor, which made the old man want to guide and pass on.

He is the old emperor's uncle of the royal family, but since the Great Zhao moved to the south 500 years ago, he has drawn a line with the royal family, and has long since lost the slightest interest in the royal family.

The nobleman sitting in the Taixuan Palace once wanted him to pass on Qingshan's swordsmanship to the royal family's children.

But was rejected by Zhao Huangting, the old man never married and has no offspring, his inheritance depends only on fate.

When the fate comes, it will naturally be passed on.

Now, the young man in Tsing Yi in front of him is his fate, Zhao Huang Ting.

Grinning, the old man looked at An Le: "Winning every battle is the way to cultivate your belief and pride. The meaning of the existence of the Little Sage List is actually intended to cultivate your belief in victory. Where there is faith, gold and stone are open. "

Anle heard the words, thoughtful.

When he defeated Wang Qinhe, An Le did have a heroic mentality surging in his heart. At that moment, his confidence surged in his heart, and the tiger in his heart roared for it.

Perhaps this is the change in belief brought about by victory.

"That's the way Li You'an went back then, why is he called the number one scholar of legend... Do you know?" The old man sipped a glass of old rice wine and said.

An Le shook his head. He really knew very little about the deeds of the legendary No.

Maybe we can find an opportunity to squeeze out the youthfulness of this legendary number one scholar, and see if he can watch his golden years.

"When Li Youan entered the list of minor saints, his ranking was better than yours, but not much better. But from the day he was listed, he began to challenge the geniuses on the list of minor saints."

"One battle in seven days, rain or shine, except for the Chunwei palace test, the rest of the time, it is either a challenge or a challenge."

"Win every battle, cultivate an invincible momentum, accumulate a breath of arrogance, and in one fell swoop Chunwei High School, in front of the palace will try to become the number one scholar!"

"After ascending to the No. [-] Scholar, it took another seven days to challenge the Little Sage to the top of the list and win the battle. The cloud and mist of the holy mountain opened for him, and then climbed the mountain to talk to the holy master."

The old man said with a smile, even he was a little bit sighing.

"You say, can it be called a legend?"

An Le couldn't help but yearn for it. The legendary number one scholar can indeed be called a legend.

"Luo Qingchen, who entered Lin'an back then, took this path, unfortunately...Luo Qingchen's tofu Taoist heart is the best in the world, very rare."

When the old man mentioned Luo Qingchen, he couldn't help but smile.

"And this is not the most legendary. Li You'an became the number one scholar, and after talking with the holy master, he gave up the ecstasy of wealth in Lin'an, and went to the battlefield of Canglang River. Starting as a centurion, he earned money by killing enemies. Military merit, in just one year, he was promoted to lieutenant general."

"Having led a team of hundreds of people, he dared to cross the river and enter the main barracks of the Yuanmeng army, captured the opponent's general alive, and returned safely across the river. He is really a domineering and boundless man."

The old man stroked his long eyebrows, and his words were full of emotion.

"Fighting for three thousand miles with one body, and being a master of millions with one sword... heroic!" An Le also praised in amazement.

The old man heard the words, savored them carefully, and couldn't help clapping his hands: "Well said."

So the two of them poured wine and drank, the warm old rice wine was already cold, but there was not much left.

"The old man told you about Li You'an today to let you understand the importance of faith. Next, the old man also has a hope for you. I hope that you can also carry the victorious spirit and heroism with an invincible attitude. All the way to the top of the small holy list, Chun Wei and the first place!"

The old man said with gleaming eyes.

An Le took a deep breath and looked solemn, even though this request was really difficult.

Not to mention other people, just Zhao Jiu and Zhao Xianyou, who are number one on the list of minor saints, are proper monsters. Compared.

But Anle didn't back down like that, the tiger in her heart raised her head, full of pride!

The old man stroked his beard and smiled, and raised his hand to move towards the green hill on the old locust tree.

Qingshan trembled slightly, escaped from the tree hole in an instant, and fell into the hands of the old man.

"The old man is very pleasing to your eyes, so I will pass on the three swords to you. I hope you can understand and make up for the vacancy in the swordsmanship. It can be regarded as passing on the swordsmanship for the old man."

But the old man got up slowly.

Entering the hospital with a sword in hand, bathing in the chilly spring rain, he began to dance the sword slowly.

"These three swords are named Zhuzhi, Fangcao, and Youth You respectively by this old man. Xiaoyou An, please don't make fun of this old man. The name of this sword technique is hypocritical. It was taken by a beautiful woman who admires old man. You are still young and don't understand sentiments. .”

"Hahaha, let's watch it, little friend."

The old man smiled heartily and danced while holding the green hill.

The courtyard is full of spring rain, hanging upside down from the sky, not a single grain falls on the world.

An Le had already got up, and after making a bow, he observed carefully.

[Eternal Talent] Dao Fruit and [Natural Swordsman] Dao Fruit seemed to burst out with unprecedented aura at this moment.

In An Le's pupils, every move and style of the old man holding the green hill was reflected.

That night, the old man danced his sword freely like a young man, causing the spring rain from the sky to never fall on the world.

This night, An Le comprehended the three swords of Ci Pai and saw a romantic affair.

……

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On a spring rainy night, a battle for the minor sage list on the West Lake came to an end.

Wang Qinhe, the son of Wang Guogong's mansion, is also known as a genius, holding a small holy decree, and was once famous in Lin'an.

But such a genius was defeated by Mr. An, who was famous for his ink and bamboo paintings.

Most people are not familiar with An Le, a newcomer on the list of little saints, but when it comes to Master An, everyone in Lin'an Mansion suddenly realized that his master's skill has attracted praise from the master, and there are all literati and inkmen in the turbulent academy. understood.

Therefore, when the overnight spring rain stopped and the dawn was still bright, the news spread throughout Lin'an.

Master An is not only master Mozhu, but also a genius in practice. He accepted the challenge of Wang Qinhe, the son of the Wang Guogong, on the West Lake, and defeated him forcefully, which caused Wang Qinhe's mentality to collapse, and his corpse drifted on the lake all night.

Some people say that Wang Qinhe is like the genius Luo Qingchen back then, with a dusty heart!

This incident became the gossip of many dignitaries in Lin'an Mansion for a while, it is comparable to the anecdote that Qin Qianqiu was beaten up by Luo Qingchen a few days ago, and hid in the diamond bell like a turtle.

Wang Qinhe and Qin Qianqiu, brothers in need, have become a joke in Lin'an.

Qin Xiangfu.

After the rain, the mild cold is still not released, and the spring sorrow and wine sickness turn into melancholy.

Waterside Pavilion.

The atmosphere is cool and silent.

The two of them, who hadn't slept all night, sat in it, looking at each other, and they could see the embarrassment in their eyes.

Wang Guogong's mansion and Qin Xiang's mansion are in-laws, so Qin Qianqiu and Wang Qinhe have a good relationship, like brothers, but this time, the two brothers have become a joke at the same time.

Wang Qinhe rubbed his nose: "Don't look at me, my jokes sound better than yours, but it's just difficult to challenge, and I was beaten like a dog in the water."

"It's a little better than being beaten by someone riding like a turtle."

A dead fellow Daoist is not a poor daoist, so Wang Qinhe is going to show his face.

Qin Qianqiu smiled, unexpectedly did not get angry, but pushed the prepared tea to Wang Qinhe.

"So, are you willing now?"

Qin Qianqiu asked.

"I'm convinced." Wang Qinhe shrugged, and the answer was beyond Qin Qianqiu's expectations.

"That kid is really talented enough. He must be the one who moved the martial arts temple in Japan that day. This kid has obtained top-level martial arts and made up for his shortcomings in body training. He will only become more and more difficult to deal with."

Wang Qinhe said seriously.

"Those who rely on their own talent to obtain the little holy decree... are indeed monsters, your brother Qin Hua'an, Ye Wenxi, and the Ninth Prince, and now you add this boy An, Quan Teniang is a freak! Fuck! !"

The more Wang Qinhe talked, the more excited he became. There are so many freaks, why can't it be him?

Qin Qianqiu looked at Wang Qinhe silently. When Wang Qinhe was lamenting other artificial freaks, why didn't Qin Qianqiu envy Wang Qinhe's talent?

This is true of people and things in the world, when you envy others, you don't know that I envy you too.

"Young man Anle, don't you feel that the evil spirit in your body is too strong?" Qin Qianqiu said.

Wang Qinhe glanced at him: "The demonic aura is a vision imitated by qi and blood, and it is related to the martial arts scriptures he has practiced. It should be a rare inheritance among Wukui stones."

Qin Qianqiu shook his head: "I only saw a strong evil spirit..."

Wang Qinhe frowned: "What do you want to do? Spring is coming, don't cause trouble... Although that kid is close to the Lin family, but now that Li You'an is in Lin'an, you can't afford to offend this legendary number one scholar."

"Of course I don't dare to act recklessly now, but this child has such a demonic aura, I just need to reveal that I have been with some paranoid and crazy demon subduing masters..."

Qin Qianqiu's eyes flickered, and he took a sip of the tea.

Wang Qinhe raised his eyebrows, then shook his head solemnly: "Sorcerers of demons? Those masters of demons are not good things. They are very dirty. I advise you to avoid contact with them."

Qin Qianqiu smiled: "No matter what status I am, I won't contact them. I'm the one who releases news."

Walking to the edge of the big pond, Qin Qianqiu sprinkled a handful of bait.

It caused the koi in the pond to scramble and bloom beautifully.

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After the rain, the spring looks clearer and more beautiful.

In the small courtyard, the old man had already left.

An Le was sitting under the courtyard, drinking a clean flagon by the side.

Qingshan has been inserted back into the body of the old locust tree, everything looks quiet and quiet, the sweetness after the rain in the air brings Anle back to his senses slightly.

Watching the old man dance sword last night and teach Cipai three swords, it is indeed enlightening.

In terms of swordsmanship, only the newly enlightened sword qi is close, and the sword qi is actually more inclined to mind-like swordsmanship.

An Le has never learned the real combat swordsmanship. The old man taught him last night, which made up for An Le's shortcoming. The inheritance of the same swordsmanship represented the old man's recognition and heavy trust in him.

Standing up, An Le closed her eyes and let out a breath.

In front of him, a light curtain suddenly appeared, and the azure text flashed past.

【Fearless Heart (Dao Fruit): The dragon fights in the wild, jumps to win, can be strong and fearless, Dao Fruit feeds itself】

Then a sense of clarity surged up from the soles of the feet, wandering through the meridian meridians of the whole body, even the inner alchemy and the mind.

An Le only felt that his blood had grown much stronger, and the inner alchemy realm he had just broken through was completely stable, and the luster of the inner alchemy was even brighter.

Between the eyebrows and the sword furnace, the sword energy is sonorous and abundant, much stronger!

If it is divided according to the realm, today's refining and refining has even surpassed the early stage and stepped into the middle stage.

A smile hung on the corner of An Le's lips. For him, fighting is indeed the best way to stabilize his realm and improve his strength.

After tidying up the leftovers on the table, Anle went to the yard and grabbed Qingshan, and began to practice swords. The swordsmanship he used was bamboo branches, one of the three swords of Cipai taught by the old man.

The old man once said that he likes and is good at drawing bamboo, which may be why the sword technique is called bamboo branch.

It’s just that I don’t know who the old lady named the name plate for the Three Swords is...

Well, maybe it's three beauties... One beauties take one word card?

Senior was also a romantic figure when he was young.

An Le chuckled.

After the sword practice was over, An Le beat the ancient monsters and five birds for a while, and then he finished his morning practice, changed into a clean white dress, wore a sword with a green mountain ink pool, and held a great Confucian book "Ritual Words", while reading, he left the small courtyard .

As usual, I ate a bowl of bean curd at the entrance of the alley, went to the edge of the West Lake, and met Liu Yue, who was waiting in Huating, and the two talked in detail for a while.

Liu Yue has never practiced, just a simple scholar, so he didn't know much about the battle of Xiaoshengbang last night, he just chatted with An Le, about the fragrance of literature, ink and books, about fireworks and willows.

Last night, Anle seemed to catch a glimpse of Fairy Yunrou on the West Lake. Fang remembered the previous agreement, and planned to come to the appointment, but waited for a long time, but there was no sign of Fairy, thinking that Fairy didn't plan to show up today, she really was a gamer in the world of mortals, skipping work They are all frank.

Thinking that Fairy Yunrou seems to be the guardian of the Sixth Mountain Lord, An Le heard from the old man that the sword box carried by the Sixth Mountain Lord contains three thousand swords in the world of mortals, and he learned the sword will of the mortal world.

Perhaps, Fairy Yunrou wants to realize the world of mortals, and entered the world of mortals first?

After bidding farewell to the scholar Liu Yue, An Le went to Lin Mansion.

The one who opened the door of the Lin Mansion was Liu Xiang, a maid who was still waiting every day. Seeing An Le, Liu Xiang's eyes lit up, as if there were stars shining.

"Mr. An... good!"

Looking at the handsome and charming An Le, Liu Xiang pursed her lips and said.

The news of An Le crushing and defeating Wang Qinhe last night has already spread. As a family of martial arts, how could the Lin family not know that even their subordinates have heard of it? We all know Mr. An is very powerful.

An Le smiled gently: "Good morning, Miss Liuxiang."

Miss Liuxiang's pretty face flushed instantly, and she hurriedly led the way.

"Is Mrs. Hua not in the mansion?" An Le asked.

"The Da Furen went out early in the morning, the Da Furen is very busy recently, she always returns home very late, and leaves the house early in the morning." Liu Xiang replied.

An Le nodded, making it clear.

The two went straight to the martial arts hall.

I met Lin Zhuifeng, Lin Qingyin and some of the young masters of the Lin family.

It's been a long time since I've let go of my old age, and An Le suddenly felt that these young masters had delicate features, showing gentle and approachable smiles.

An Le, who has upgraded from three times a day to four times a day, is full of confidence.

Then they plucked four wisps from each of the five young masters, and the five young masters were officially emptied.

Afterwards, she started painting for the young masters, and Lin Qingyin obediently studied later.

With a fire stick pinned to his waist, Lin Zhuifeng stared at Anle non-stop. She just loves to look at beautiful things.

In the evening, An Le finished painting and teaching Lin Qingyin, said goodbye and wanted to leave.

Before leaving the mansion, there was a slim woman standing quietly in the distance. She was Ji Ying, the personal maid beside the old matriarch who had met once.

Seeing An Le, Ji Ying owed her money and said with a respectful smile, "Mr. An, do you have time?"

"The old lady welcomes you."

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