Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 83 Seeing Qingshan within Qingshan, holding the mighty sword spirit with fearlessness 【Ask monthly ticket】

Fang Xiji was recommended by Lian E, and he also liked Bihai Qi Peng Tuan.

Liankejia should take care of the rest, and we must look at the long-term reputation.

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The curtain of spring is over, and the lanterns are beginning to come on.

Those who performed well in the imperial examination were full of enthusiasm, and those who performed abnormally were in a low mood. All kinds of postures, like the appearance of all living beings, are presented in the Qinglou Huafangchun Pavilion.

Han Shi never thought that An Le, the famous master painter who moved Lin'an, would take him to drink in such a small tavern as the leader in this practice assessment.

I thought I would go to the No. [-] restaurant in Lin'an like Zuilongge.

But after drinking a bowl of old rice wine, Han Shi completely let go, and drank with An Le, the excitement and eagerness in his heart completely vented.

The drinkers around the tavern are all ordinary people, and there has never been half a practitioner.

One by one, they drank happily and chatted happily, and there were even players who were playing wine and boxing, and their voices were shouting, which made Han Shi look sideways frequently.

Although there is no wind, flowers, snow and moon, it is elegant and noble, but it has a different kind of human fireworks.

It made Han Shi feel like he was drinking in the military camp.

Turning his head to look at Mr. An, who enjoyed the drinking environment quite a lot, Han Shi couldn't help secretly admiring him, presumably such Mr. An must be a kind-hearted person.

An Le is also drinking and eating meat, chatting with Han Shi from time to time.

However, more of his mind still fell on the green mountain of the bamboo sword at his waist.

His palm fell, covering the Qingshan sword hilt, this bamboo sword absorbed Haoran, at this moment, there seemed to be different changes inside, Haoran and Qingshan sword energy blended together.

This fusion and change can only be understood and realized by holding this sword with one's own hands.

An Le's heart was beating slightly, and a kind of anticipation surged forth.

Three or two cups of rice wine were eaten, the two of them who had never used their cultivation to suppress their drunkenness could vaguely feel their drunkenness rising.

And Anle felt that in the green hills, there seemed to be a vast and brilliant sword aura, which merged with awe-inspiring, like a great sun flying in the sky, illuminating the whole world. Fall apart!

An Le's heart was shaken. He looked at Han Shi, who was drinking until he was slightly tipsy.

"Brother Han, I have something to do next, so let's go first." An Le clasped his fists at Han Shi.

Han Shi's drunken eyes were hazy, and he grinned: "It's okay, it's okay, let's go, I'm going to drink on my own, today I want to drink [-] bowls of wine! Drink all the old guys in the general who made jokes that I couldn't pass the exam together!"

An Le smiled, said goodbye, and got up to pay the bill at the counter.

"Shopkeeper, that is my friend, if he wants to drink as much as he wants, he will give as much as he wants, and charge it to me."

The female shopkeeper was cracking melon seeds, and when she saw An Le approaching, she smiled and waved her hands: "It's okay, the young master looks familiar, besides, the young man is so drunk that he can't drink a few cups, and the rest of the wine will be given to the young master as a servant."

An Le couldn't help being amused, bowed to express his thanks, then poured another pot of old rice wine, settled today's bill, then turned and left.

The female shopkeeper managed to take her eyes away from An Le, and then heard Han Shi slapping the table and shouting for wine. The female shopkeeper put down the melon seeds and served a jar of wine herself.

"Young man, enough wine!"

The female shopkeeper smiled.

Han Shi looked up, grinned and said, "Thank you sister."

With this shout, the female shopkeeper suddenly felt that this son was as pleasing to the eye as Mr. An.

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The sword was trembling slightly, a stream of heat flowed from the hilt of the Qingshan sword continuously into An Le's body, wandering through the meridians, the spirit bones and skin membrane trembled with the surge.

The qi and blood in the body are boiling involuntarily. The Qingshan sword qi and the Wenqu aura blend together to become the awe-inspiring sword qi, which is majestic and magnificent, as bright as the sun. been washed.

Difficult to suppress his own energy, An Le quickened his pace and headed towards Taimiao Lane.

Quickly returning to the courtyard, the figure of the Taimiao old man appeared instantly, frowning, his expression full of dignity.

He could only feel the changes in Anle's aura, and there was a vague aura rising like a scorching sun, but he knew nothing about the changes in Qingshan.

After all, he no longer holds the green hill.

An Le didn't say much, and when he returned to the courtyard, he wore a green mountain on his waist and began to practice the "Ancient Demon and Five Bird Skills", using the awe-inspiring sword energy pouring into his body to exercise his body.

Qi and blood are rushing, roaring like river waves hitting the shore, An Le's eyes are bright, even in the dark night it is difficult to hide such brilliance!
The old man squinted his eyes, fixed his gaze on Anle for a moment, then turned around and landed on the green hill at Anle's waist.

In the eyes of the old man, Qingshan has not changed, he has absorbed the grandeur of Wenqu, but remains silent.

However, from the subtle changes in An Le's expression, it can be felt that in the green hills... a majestic sword energy is constantly pouring into An Le's body.

Qingbo Street, outside Taimiao Lane.

Mrs. Hua appeared gracefully, her black veil skirt fluttering in the night, she frowned slightly, a little bit puzzled: "No one has attacked and killed me, but why did the heart and sword energy hidden in An Le disappear?"

How strong her mind is, she can feel the changes in the air mechanism in the small courtyard, as if a sun is waiting to rise.

Step slowly, and you will enter the small courtyard in three steps.

The old man of Taimiao was not surprised by Mrs. Hua's appearance, but he raised his hand and pressed down slightly, telling Mrs. Hua not to disturb An Le.

"Hao Ran is not his chance. If Hao Ran is added, he will be involved with the Academy of Arts from now on, and maybe he will be placed in charge of the future of the Academy of Arts. Today, the Academy of Arts is forced to a corner. For such things, there are rules for drinking and pecking, so it is a good thing that Haoran does not add to him."

"Qingshan Yin Haoran has undergone a transformation that even the old man can't perceive. There is a brilliant sword energy rising from Anle's body. Anle is using this sword energy to forge his body. This is his real opportunity."

Zhao Huangting felt a little bit late with emotion.

The feeling is to be happy for An Le, which shows that his vision is not wrong, An Le is indeed suitable for Qingshan.

But Chi Mu felt that he was really old, that he couldn't even see through Qing Shan who had been with him for 500 years.

"The back wave urges people to grow old, and the years are not forgiving."

The old man sighed and shook his head slightly.

Mrs. Hua glanced at the old man, without saying a word, she turned her head to look at Anle who was practicing the ancient demon and five birds in the yard.

The sword energy laid down by the old man isolated the courtyard, so that the evil energy in the courtyard during An Le exercise would not leak out, so at this moment, not many people could feel the An Le Qi.

If it wasn't for the ray of heart sword intent hidden in An Le's body to be wiped away by Hao Hao's power, she would not be able to detect this change.

"This sense of brilliance is sharper, more magnificent and majestic than the simple Haoran, and even has a kind of purity that cleanses the soul."

Mrs. Hua said, her heart sword cultivates the mind, and her perception is very keen.

The old man nodded: "Merge the sword energy and arrogance in the green mountains to form a kind of arrogance sword energy, not the arrogance energy mentioned by scholars. If you want to elaborate, it can be regarded as a swordsman walking in the rivers and lakes. That kind of righteous sword spirit."

"The Qingshan Sword Qi is not ordinary at first, but if it is fused into Haoran...to become Haoran Sword Qi, its power is not something to be taken lightly. If An Le can fully grasp this sword Qi, maybe he will have a chance to break through the Ten Realms of Heaven!"

Mrs. Hua's red lips also parted slightly, not knowing what to say, knocking on the ten realms... a bit exaggerated.

"Of course, the premise is that he can grasp this mighty sword energy!"

Then the old man spoke again, his face was serious, very dignified.

"It's not easy to hold the green mountain, but it's more difficult to control if you incorporate the mighty green mountain sword energy. If your heart is not sincere, pure, and unstable, you will lose the mighty sword energy, and even get hurt by the sword!"

"This is the law of heaven and earth. The more powerful something in the world, the more it will test the character of the controller. This is true for those treasures of the first rank or above, and the same is true for the Haoran Sword Qi."

The old man said seriously.

"We can't help him with this matter, we can only rely on him."

The small courtyard was silent for a while, only An Le's energy and blood were rushing, rehearsing the scene of the ancient demon and five birds.

Mrs. Hua and the old man of Taimiao were all staring, watching carefully, wanting to see whether An Le could control the mighty sword energy.

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The Ancient Demon Tiger Pose, Bear Pose, Deer Pose, Ape Pose, and Bird Pose are peacefully practiced in the yard, and every inch of skin, muscle, and bone is trembling, squeezing out majestic energy.

The inner alchemy in the dantian rotates slowly, continuously gushing out strength and blood.

Every time he rehearses, there will be a wave of brilliant sword energy flowing through the meridians, washing away his body, making his body grow stronger and stronger, and his cultivation base rapidly increasing!
But this is not the focus of An Le's attention. After getting the ancient demon and five birds to forge his body, he feels more comfortable. Because of the catharsis, this power can be slowly controlled.

The sword energy merged with awe-inspiring sword energy to form an awe-inspiring sword energy, which is bright, majestic, majestic, fearless, and proud. An Le feels all kinds of emotions in it, just a ray of sword energy, but there are so many emotions!

In Niwan Palace, the sword furnace clanged, and a surge of awe-inspiring sword energy poured into it.

All of a sudden, An Le felt nothing but whiteness in front of him.

It was as if there was a suction force that sucked his mind into it, and finally pulled him to an extremely mysterious place.

Huge, majestic, majestic...

As far as the eyes can see, there is sword energy between the sky and the earth.

The sword energy seems to be piled up to form a mountain, towering into the sky, blowing away the sea of ​​clouds and flowing air.

An Le looked up at the foot of the mountain, and there was no end in sight.

Suddenly.

An Le's heart shuddered, only to feel the endless sense of oppression hit instantly.

As if the entire mountain formed by the condensed sword energy, at this moment, it turned into a figure of Jia Zuo, with a pair of eyes looking down from the height of ten thousand feet.

In an instant, it seemed that the sky was falling.

A sense of despair suddenly rose from An Le's heart. Fighting spirit, courage, and unyielding intentions seemed to lose any brilliance in front of the collapse of the sky.

The mountain-like existence seems to be asking Anle in such a posture, how do you master such sword energy?Why do you master it?
The ground is collapsing, and the soil is crushed into fine pieces.

An Le's white clothes were blown by the gust of wind, rippling continuously, and above the mountain, there was a continuous gushing of sword energy, intertwined in the air, and condensed into a white dragon.

The white dragon wraps around the mountain, winding and entrenched.

In an instant, he swooped down with lightning speed, and the brilliant sword energy carried all the light in the world, and Pei Ran, who wanted to cut off all injustices, just cut down like this.

The peace at this moment is like a boat like duckweed under the huge waves in the endless deep sea.

It will be swallowed, smashed, and washed away at any time.

An Le plunged into the ground with his feet, his white clothes flew up continuously, and his hair was blown messy. He looked at the white dragon with sword aura that leaped down.

The pitch-black eyes stared intently, and the white light in the depths of the pupils was growing stronger, like the Big Dipper gradually lighting up in the dark night.

Slowly stretch out your hand.

Flesh and flesh melted under the sword aura, and spirit bones cracked under the sword aura, but An Le still had a spine, and [Fearless Heart] shone at this moment, like a green bamboo that stood upright in the hurricane, stubbornly from there. A wisp of sword energy was plucked from the white dragon.

Holding this ray of sword energy, he said softly: "From small to large, from nothing to existence, from weak to strong, now I am not strong in body training, and my mind is not strong, but I will go up step by step on foot. Sun, stand on the top of the mountain and hold this sword energy."

The words fall.

The dragon's chant disappeared, and the swooping white dragon suddenly disappeared, leaving only a wisp of white sword energy wrapped around its arms, shining like the scorching sun, vast and indelible.

An Le raised his head and looked at the mountain formed by the sword energy. The mountain was azure and gradually disappeared into the whiteness.

See the green hills within the green hills.

He lowered his head and looked down at the Haoran sword energy that gradually softened and merged with his heart energy in his hand, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

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In the courtyard, the demon tiger gathers demon energy, and the roar shakes all directions.

The old man's sword energy spread out, suppressing such momentum, so that all the strong men in the entire Lin'an Mansion were unaware.

Mrs. Hua and the old man frowned and stared at the young man in the yard.

Suddenly, the young man stood still, clinging to the bamboo sword and the green mountain, as if he had fallen into an extremely mysterious state.

The two of them never disturbed each other, they just waited and watched from a distance, even though An Le's current state was very strange.

Mrs. Hua turned her head to look at the old man, and asked curiously: "Senior, why is this bamboo sword called Qingshan? Is it named Qingshan?"

With a little nostalgia in the eyes of the old man, he said with a smile: "No, the sword itself has no name. The person who passed on the sword to me said that the name of the sword is Qingshan. I can call it whatever I want. Later, when I saw a mountain in the sword, I understood , why is the sword named Qingshan."

"It's just that I haven't seen that mountain for too long, and I almost thought it was my illusion."

"Perhaps, Qingshan is no longer there."

The old man's words made Mrs. Hua feel a little confused for a while, is there a green mountain in the sword?

There is only sword energy in the sword, how to hide a mountain?

However, the old man did not explain to Mrs. Hua, and raised his head to look at the young man in the yard, only to see that the sword energy around An Le began to subside gradually.

The mighty sword energy surged little by little, becoming extremely soft, blowing over Anle's body like a gust of breeze.

The moonlight is cold and sprinkled like gauze.

An Le slowly opened his eyes, his qi and blood were vigorous, faintly like the sun hanging high, and his inner alchemy was pure, bursting out with unparalleled strength.

The originally exhausted mind also recovered, with sharp eyes and high spirits.

The most important thing is the change of An Le's temperament. There seems to be a sword spirit lingering around her body, straight, sharp, and majestic. With a white dress, it is like a cluster of open flames illuminating the night.

"It seems...it should be mastering the Grand Sword Qi."

The old man couldn't help laughing, showing a heartfelt look.

The grandeur melts into the green hills, and the sword energy is magnificent.

Mastering a high-quality sword energy is definitely extraordinary for the improvement of cultivation and combat power.

Today's An Le, if he fights Wang Qinhe again, he may only need one sword.

If it is just adding Haoran to the body, it will definitely not have such an effect, and the increase in cultivation and cultivation base is not great.

Qing Shan Yin Haoran, on the contrary, gave An Le Yin a great opportunity.

The relationship between heaven and earth is hard to explain, it is so magical.

An Le opened his eyes, saw the old man and Mrs. Hua, knowing that they were worried about him and appeared just now, their eyes could not help but flicker with a touch of softness.

Knock with your fingers.

Qingshan and Mochi swept up and plunged into the trunk of the old locust tree.

An Le smiled and pulled over a chair, and sat around in the yard drinking with Mrs. Hua and the old man of Taimiao.

Although he has mastered the mighty sword qi, Anle understands that the long journey is just the beginning. Mastering this sword qi will allow him to cultivate the sword qi. If he does something that goes against his will and goes against the awe-inspiring sword qi, the mighty sword qi will be covered with dust. The cultivation base will plummet, and it will even be difficult to improve.

The purity of the sword energy and the purity of Haoran need him to protect it.

This is the reason and price of the mighty sword energy on him.

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Lin'an Mansion, Drunken Dragon Pavilion.

Lost in wealth, arrogance and extravagance, I want to go to brothels for no reason.

A group of people who have just finished the spring festival drink here, have a feast to sit on flowers, fly wine glasses and get drunk on the moon.

The atmosphere was warm, like a Luming Banquet held in advance.

Xu Shun pulled Liu Yue to sit at the banquet, his face was flushed, his body was full of alcohol, his eyes showed a spirit of righteousness, as if he had already won the first place in the second list, was appreciated by the sage, and could be a high official in the court.

The drunken brows and eyes were full of pride.

Liu Yue was also a little drunk when he was taken, and he was fully sure of the Chunwei imperial examination in his heart, so his attitude was also a little more aggressive.

"I, Liu Yue, will definitely be able to reach the top of the second list, become an official in the court, plead for the people, and win a posthumous name!"

Liu Yue waved his hand and said proudly.

"Okay!" Xu Shun raised his glass to drink and raised his head: "Brother Liu, from now on, you and I will support each other in the court and share the worries for the Holy One!"

Many literati around looked at the attitudes of the two, complimenting them on the surface, but they were all unhappy in their hearts. After all, Chun Wei hadn't released the list yet, these two people were so confident that they could enter the court as officials, so sure about the answer?
Before the list is released, everything is still unknown!

That Huating Liu Yue has a bit of talent, so he has a bit of confidence, but what is Jiankang Xu Shun, worthy of being so rampant?

Ju people drank one after another, each feeling unhappy.

And in the corner, a group of Confucian scholars who had just been rubbed by An Le in the Forest of Asking Hearts, were drinking to soothe their sorrows, drunk and dreaming of death.

Quite a few Confucian scholars on the Wenqu list have never even set foot in the top ten in Xingluwen Xinlin, and they have completely lost the face of the Wenyuan.

At this moment, seeing these two juren who have no cultivation level speak out here, their hearts suddenly become dry and bored.

Suddenly, Xu Shun pulled Liu Yue and said excitedly: "Brother Liu, you have a good relationship with Mr. An. You have to take good care of the reputation of Mr. An in the Lin'an Mansion. Our future will surely rise. In the temple, at least a helper."

As soon as these words came out, Liu Yue, who was still a little bit drunk, suddenly cleared his eyes, shook off Xu Shun's hand, and said sharply: "Stop talking nonsense!"

Xu Shun smiled and said nothing, turned around and went to drink and toast with the others.

But what he said has already attracted the attention of several Confucian scholars who drank their sorrows with wine on the Wenqu stele. A few cold eyes swept away and fell on Liu Yue.

Liu Yue only felt like a glow on his back, just when the wine was welling up, so he didn't stay any longer, after saying goodbye to Xu Shun, he went straight out of the Zuilong Pavilion, returned to the inn, and fell into a slumber.

Sleeping drowsily, the headache caused by excessive drinking has not yet subsided, Liu Yue only felt a burst of noise and rustling in his ears.

Then there was a loud bang, and the door of the inn was kicked open.

Liu Yue was still in a daze, when he saw arresters and official messengers in official uniforms, filing in.

Without any explanation, he directly grabbed Liu Yue from the bed with a cold face and put him in shackles.

(End of this chapter)