Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 87 No one in the world knows the king, refining the gods and refining the gods [asking for a monthly ticket]

In front of Prime Minister Qin's Mansion, the silence was like a spring breeze, passing through the inside and outside of the long street.

Everything happened so suddenly, no one thought that when Qin Qianqiu appeared, he would be frightened by Anle's awe-inspiring sword energy, cut off his cultivation, and fell to the ground.

Even those powerful practitioners in Qin Xiangfu's staff did not have time to react, mainly because Qin Qianqiu had a diamond bell on his body, which was the third-rank Buddhist body protection magic weapon of Lanke Temple.

Even if it is Luo Qingchen who has broken through the five realms, it is difficult to break through the defense with all his strength, An Le is now only double three realms, how can he break through the Vajra Bell?

But Qin Qianqiu was still robbed, and Anle's sword energy ignored the diamond bell of Lanke Temple, burning Qin Qianqiu's mind like a bright sun, cutting off the resentment and malice contained in Qin Qianqiu's heart.

It directly caused Qin Qianqiu's mind to be damaged, and his refining spirit to fall!

In the Prime Minister Qin's mansion, there was a powerful spiritual force and anger that swept up, but it was quickly suppressed.

In front of the three masters of the Academy of Arts, he used his mental strength, but it was a bit insignificant.

"This is a mighty sword energy, it was not that Mr. An took the initiative to cut it, but because Young Master Qin had malicious intentions towards Mr. An, and wanted to use dark and filthy methods to deal with or even harm Mr. An, so he was cut off by the grandeur sword energy. "

The third master Wang Banshan said lightly.

Between the words, they are justifying for An Le.

An Le is under the watchful eyes of the public, arousing the greatness of the stele of Wenqu. Now the Academy of Arts regards An Le as a real treasure, and if they want to hold it in their hands, and even want An Le to join the Academy of Arts, they naturally want to speak for An Le.

Qin Xiang believed that there was fraud in Anle before, and Qin Qianqiu even wantonly spread this rumor in the streets and alleys of Lin'an Mansion, intending to slander Anle, make his mind dusty and destroy Anle by using his words to make money and destroying bones.

All of this happened because of the jealousy of those Confucian scholars on the Wenqu list of the Academy of Arts, and the third master naturally couldn't allow An Le to be wronged.

The mental power rising from the Qin Xiangfu was immediately suppressed, and the mind of the third master was like a mountain, making it impossible for that existence to rise up.

The doctor Zhu Huoxi did not stand on the sidelines, but also released his mind, which was as vast as an abyss, causing all the vigor and energy in the Qin Xiangfu to stagnate, suppressed and retreated.

As for the second master, his expression was complicated. After all, he had a good relationship with Qin, so he could only choose to watch at the moment.

But it is enough for the senior master and the third master to release their minds.

Everyone watched Young Master Qin, who was sitting in front of his mansion with a pale complexion, all of them showed sneer and disdain.

Obviously, those gossips that slandered Anle in the market must all come from the young master of the Qin Xiangfu, who was spreading rumors and fueling the flames.

Behaving like a villain, with sinister and vicious thoughts, and a guilty conscience, it was only then that he was cut off by the awe-inspiring sword energy that was as brilliant as the sun.

After the young master of the Qin family was pressed into the vajra bell by Luo Qingchen last time, and he was beaten up like a turtle with his head shrunken, now he has a lot of jokes.

In front of the gate of his own house, he was scared out of his courage by An Le's sword, cut off his dark thoughts, and his cultivation level fell into a refined state, and he returned to his womb.

I originally wanted to use gossip to weaken Anle's heart, and hinder Anle's smooth path of practice.

But on the contrary, he caused himself to be robbed, and his mind fell into a trance. It was really ridiculous to steal chickens and lose money.

The dignitaries of Lin'an Mansion, I'm afraid there will be another conversation after dinner.

Compared with Wang Qinhe who challenged An Le and was defeated by Thunder, Wang Qinhe fought in a fair and righteous way, but this Qin Qianqiu was simply, just a sword qi easily cut through the mental state of refining gods, the gap was too huge.

But everyone also understood and saw the difference between a true genius and an ordinary practitioner.

On the quiet street.

An Le didn't even look at the embarrassed Qin Qianqiu.

Haoran, what is Haoran?
A sage once said: It is Qi, the largest and strongest, and it is directly nourished and harmless, but it is stuffed between heaven and earth.

Awe-inspiring is an upright force that needs to be cultivated with an upright heart. Those who hold awe-inspiring will have a strong state of mind, just like the sun hanging in the sky. Under the universal light, there will be nowhere to hide from darkness and evil spirits.

Therefore, An Le naturally looked down on Qin Qianqiu who was cut off by the mighty sword energy.

It is precisely because of the sneaky thoughts in his heart that he will be targeted by the Haoran sword energy.

So what if the other party is Young Master Qin Xiang?

The dignity of status does not necessarily represent integrity and no shame in action.

Carrying an empty jug, and wearing a sword with a green mountain ink pool on his waist, the awe-inspiring sword energy dissipated, like a gust of breeze blowing around the whole body, puffing up the wide sleeves of a young man in white clothes.

An Le chuckled, her voice echoing down the long street like a spring breeze.

"Whoever abandons me, don't let the day of yesterday stay, and whoever messes with my heart, today is so worrying..."

"Life is unsatisfactory in the world, and the Ming Dynasty spread out boats."

Clothes fluttering, like a romantic madman, like a free and easy poet.

The figure stepped out of the quiet street step by step, and set foot on the long street again.

The onlookers involuntarily turned their bodies sideways, giving him the way to move forward until the boy's figure disappeared into the crowd.

Little by little, the ink bamboos surrounding Qin Xiang's mansion disappeared like a dream, leaving only a picture of the bamboo sea lying quietly on the long table.

Everyone knows that after today, An Le will be famous all over the world, not only for his ink bamboo paintings, but for his fame, which is as brilliant as the scorching sun.

No one in the world knows.

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"Hahaha! Good boy, it's really refreshing!"

Among the crowd, seeing An Le leaving in a cool manner, the old man of Taimiao declared to the whole world that he could not cheat in an almost straightforward way, and then slapped Prime Minister Qin hard on the face, saying that Prime Minister Qin has eyes but no pearls.

This really refreshed Zhao Huangting's heart, this kind of temperament that he didn't want to bear the burden of gossip and live with humiliation really appealed to Zhao Huangting's appetite.

Of course, Zhao Huangting also knew that because of the reliance brought by the mighty sword qi to Anle, the mighty one is upright and yang, and also integrated with the Qingshan sword qi, so he is upright and upright.

The blending of these two forces naturally created An Le's disposition of being unwilling to give in easily and being content with the status quo. Only then did the grand occasion of three thousand ink bamboos like swords pointing at the prime minister's mansion come to life, which proved the proud move of a literati .

If Anle seeks perfection and endures rumors and slanders from all quarters, his state of mind will definitely be ashamed, his awe-inspiring will also be damaged, and the glorious sun will go down to the west, and its glory will be dim.

If it is more serious, it will even lead to the collapse and elimination of Haoran's sword energy, and the loss of Qingshan.

Zhao Huangting hadn't left yet, he laughed unscrupulously on the spot, waiting for a long time to see the follow-up reaction of Qin Xiangfu.

Even though the big masters and third masters of the Academy of Arts took action to suppress the minds of those powerful practitioners in Qin Xiang's mansion, Qin Xiang's attitude is the most important thing.

Therefore, Zhao Huangting still stayed here because he planned to deal with some matters for Anle.

If Qin Quangzhen wanted to accuse Qin Qianqiu of cultivating cultivation because of An Le's sword energy, and wanted to use it to punish Qin, then Zhao Huangting would tell Qin Lishi why the flowers were so red.

However, after waiting for a long time, Qin Xiang still didn't express anything, as if he had suffered the loss in a muffled voice.

Maybe it's because they don't want to get into trouble with the Academy of Arts, or maybe they really can't save face.

Qin Qianqiu's heart and soul were beheaded, and his cultivation base fell, which was completely caused by his own unbearable situation. It was already a joke in itself. If Qin Xiang continued to pursue this matter, it would only increase the jokes.

Not to mention whether An Le, who was jointly guaranteed by the Academy of Arts and the Lin Mansion, can be captured. After all, the nature of An Le's arrest has changed now, and it is no longer because of a fraud case.

If it was a fraud case, it was in the name of the Great Zhao Dynasty because it involved a major issue. Even if the Academy of Arts and the Lin Family wanted to be safe and happy, it would not be easy to make it clear. But now, Prime Minister Qin sent Qin Qianqiu to come out to apologize, expressing his attitude.

Continuing to arrest An Le is purely a personal grievance, and the Lin family will naturally fight hard to the end.

Therefore, Qin Xiang gave up, and today's dumb loss can only be suffered like this.

In front of the Prime Minister's Mansion of Qin, the forces of all parties knew that the matter had settled upon seeing the situation, so they retreated without stopping.

Zhao Huangting laughed and left, Mrs. Hua was like a spring breeze, with a smile on her face, she also asked people to drive the chariot, and left in front of Prime Minister Qin's mansion.

Cao Fu, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, looked in the direction of An Le's departure. He was also extremely surprised. He never thought that the young man would break the game in such a way, and he really succeeded in breaking the game.

Qin Xiangyan's mention of An Le involving fraud is a disaster like a thunderbolt for any Chunwei Juren, and he must go to the prison of Dali Temple.

At that time, torture will become a move, and all kinds of methods may appear.

Cao Fu is very aware of this, so he understands how difficult it is for An Le to break the game, but the young man just walked to Qin Xiangfu, asked for a table and chair, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and finished the game.

"I'm not afraid of being smashed to pieces, I want to stay innocent in the world, so I can take care of everyone."

Cao Fu laughed, quite interested in An Le.

Compared with the Confucian scholars who are jealous of talents in the literary and musical lists of the Academy of Arts, An Le, a scholar who is full of arrogance, upright, never bows his eyebrows, and never compromises, is really a clear stream.

If you have a chance, you must have a good drink with An Le.

Afterwards, Cao Fu cupped his fists in the direction of Prime Minister Qin's Mansion, walked to the long table, and began to sort out the map of the sword pointing to the bamboo sea in the Prime Minister's Mansion that would surely shake the world.

These pens, inks, papers and inkstones were all provided by him, and these paintings were not accepted by everyone... Of course they are also his.

Cao Fu picked up a page of poems, looked at the commendable lines on it, and doubts flickered in his heart.

Can painting also inspire Haoran?

But no matter what, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Mrs. An's use of a piece of black bamboo can attract the awe-inspiring spirit on the Wenqu stele, which is already extraordinary.

Putting away the picture of the bamboo sea, Cao Fu couldn't help showing a look of joy on his face.

Some dignitaries around watching the excitement also noticed the map of Zhuhai, their eyes were burning, and they walked over one after another, wanting to ask Cao Fu to have a look, or bid to buy it.

How could Cao Fu be willing, even if these dignitaries were of extraordinary status, but Cao Fu had a thief-catching knife on his waist, and he was quite imposing, and he refused them one by one with full confidence.

Until a Diao Si dressed in black appeared, Cao Fu's complexion suddenly collapsed.

This Tong Diao Temple is a celebrity around the Holy One, so his appearance this time means that the person in Tianxuan Palace is also paying attention to this matter, and this painting cannot be kept.

Seeing this, many dignitaries did not dare to ask for it.

Sure enough, Tong Diao Temple took the painting away.

Cao Fu's heart was bleeding, but he could only sigh.

However, fortunately, some literati who have extensive knowledge and strong memorization go back and describe it, maybe the bamboo sea map can also be reproduced and spread throughout Lin'an.

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An Le left Jingjie with a peaceful mind, and the awe-inspiring sword energy on her body slowly dissipated, completely disappeared, and restrained in her body.

He never went back to the small courtyard on Taimiao Street, but came all the way to West Lake.

Dressed in white clothes that beat the snow, wearing two swords on the waist, strolling along the long embankment of the West Lake, the spring breeze is gentle, and the warm sun is blowing.

When Ping'an Xintao sees Bixiao, he suddenly becomes distant.

The beautiful scenery of the West Lake cultivates sentiments, and the mood that is boiling with peace and joy gradually calms down. In the Niwan palace between the eyebrows and the sword energy in the sword furnace, a majestic mind is constantly brewing.

Today, he proved his innocence in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion of Qin Dynasty. His paintings fused the mighty sword energy into the ink bamboo. As soon as the Haoran sword energy came out, he vaguely got in touch with Haoran's figure in the Wenqu stele. Maybe it was his flair that attracted him. resonance.

In the vast world, romantic affairs always come to an end.

This was indeed beyond An Le's expectations. An Le originally intended to prove his innocence with his own awe-inspiring sword energy, but he never thought that it would provoke the awe-inspiring addition of Wenqu stele.

This behavior expresses his heart directly, his conscience is clear, his innocence is proved, the grand sword energy is actually strengthened by this person, and he has more control over Anle.

The connection with Qingshan has also improved a lot, and he seems to be closer to Qingshan within Qingshan.

He who used to be at the foot of the mountain, maybe one day, he will really set foot on the green mountain and climb up the mountain.

But this time the harvest is more than that.

The energy and blood of the body forging did not change much, but let alone the promotion of Mochi, but the mind was strengthened because of it, and there was a vague meaning of breakthrough.

If it was not possible before, but since Daoguo transformed into [Wizard of the Ages], even though he has not blessed any time energy, he still has an essential improvement from the ages to the ages.

Therefore, the transformation of Innate Dao Fruit has directly increased Anle's mind this time.

The West Lake is beautiful and refreshing.

Suddenly, there were waves in the lake, and a small boat came slowly. On the boat, Fairy Yunrou, who was wearing a light gauze, had a zither with a burnt tail on her legs, and looked at Anle with a chuckle.

The slender and white fingers gently plucked the strings, and the sound of the piano swayed slowly.

"Mr. An, please."

Fairy Yunrou said.

An Le clasped his fists and made a bow, and then the sword energy lingered all over his body, and his figure floated up, lightly touched a few ripples on the West Lake, and landed on the small boat.

The two sat opposite each other, the sound of the piano was lingering, and the water of the West Lake was lightly rippled, as if playing for it.

An Le sat in the small boat, closed his eyes, and listened to the sound of the piano, his mind became more peaceful. The sword energy from the furnace in his eyebrows resounded, and the vague shadow of the primordial spirit seemed to open his eyes and begin to change.

Fairy Yunrou glanced at Anle, with surprise and amazement in her eyes.

Although she couldn't see through Anle's cultivation because of the cover of the green hills, she could feel the fluctuation of Anle's mind at this moment, which was a sign of a breakthrough.

Anle's mind may want to condense the primordial spirit.

She never said anything to bother her, but what happened today, the already disturbed Lin'an mansion was full of noise and noise. An Le stopped in front of Qin Xiang's mansion, painted a sea of ​​bamboo, attracted awe-inspiring, and proved her innocence.

She wanted to ask, but now Guan An Le wanted to break through, so she went all out to play the piano music.

The mind is pervasively intertwined in the sound of the piano, and Fairy Yunrou can also feel the arrogance, righteousness, uprightness and unyielding quality of the young man.

It is very different from many literati she has seen in the flower boat.

Watching the world of mortals three thousand, this is also a unique experience.

The sound of the piano repeats three times and then three times, and then changes again and again to play the strings, ups and downs, as if walking in the world of mortals, leisurely in the world of mortals, heroic and free-spirited.

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By the West Lake, willows are blowing in the wind.

Li Youan and Zhao Huangting stood quietly under the willows, their expressions were strange.

"I was worried about this kid's mood at first, but I never thought that I would come to the West Lake to listen to the music. I really... blinded the old man's intentions." Zhao Huangting couldn't help crying and laughing as he watched the peace of the boat.

"The Song of the Red Earth, the Master of the Sixth Mountain and the Guardian of the Mountain, calms the mind, stabilizes the mind, and breaks through. It's very good."

"Is it the Haoran sword energy that emerges from his body? Haoran was drunk by the green mountain before, and it turned out to be a powerful force that melted the green mountain sword energy, but it also tests the character of the sword holder. The Haoran sword energy is bright and upright, as brilliant as the sun hanging , need to be raised with integrity, unyielding, arrogance, and benevolence and morality, if you slack off a little, they will wither like dead flowers."

Li Youan said softly: "This is a difficult road."

"But this is a road that can climb high, and it can break through the ten realms." Zhao Huangting said with a smile, admiring it, and looked at the boy boating on the lake with satisfaction.

"The road to ten realms is far away, how can it be said that he can step into ten realms now?"

Li Youan shook his head, not being too determined and optimistic.

"He has received too little training, and he has too little knowledge of this world. There are too many injustices in this world, and there are too many aggrieved things. If you hold on to the sword, the injustices you see in your eyes will follow one after another. , injustice is everywhere in Lin'an, let alone the world."

"In the face of waves of injustice, it is still unknown whether he can continue to uphold his heart."

"Too many people's spirits have been worn away after seeing many injustices, and their fighting spirit has been worn away..."

Li Youan shook his head.

"Don't say anything else, just say that the Canglang River that resists Yuanmeng is the biggest injustice, and how many practitioners' spirits have been depressed."

"Since he holds the mighty sword energy, he is bound to hit him."

"The awe-inspiring sword energy in his hand can cut down this river? Can it cut down all injustice?"

Hearing this, Zhao Huangting smiled sassyly: "Then let's wait until we hit the big river, and wait until the grievances are cut off. Before that, the old man will take him across the river to have a look at the former Middle Earth, the once magnificent mountains and rivers, and let him Know how beautiful our middle-earth is."

"The old man doesn't have much time. I can choose the next sword holder for Qingshan. I am very happy in my heart. Seeing Qingshan melting and majestic, my heart is happy."

"I can't be regarded as his teacher. The little girl Hua Jiebing lit a green light on his way to practice, and the old man... then broke some fog for him, so that his mighty sword energy and the sword's pointing have a direction."

After the words fell, Zhao Huangting stopped talking, turned around with a chuckle, his wide-sleeved plain clothes and white eyebrows rippling in the wind.

Li Youan was stunned, and then his expression was extremely complicated.

"You'an is gone, don't be in a daze, the old man invites you to drink the old rice wine from Yanchunli, drink countless fine wines, the rice wine still has the taste, according to what the kid said, the wine contains the smoke and fire of the world, very comfortable. "

The words of the old man came from among the blowing willow branches.

Li You'an smiled and followed.

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Above the West Lake.

The flat boat is full of piano sounds.

Wait until the setting sun shines on the ripples.

On the boat, An Le raised his hand, and tapped it between his eyebrows, between the brows and the clanging of the sword furnace, the sword glowed brightly.

Fairy Yunrou, who was playing the music, suddenly stopped playing, and pressed her palm on the Jiaowei guqin, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped, her eyes were full of shock and exclamation.

The surrounding lake water exploded suddenly, like a downpour, and the falling rain was filled with bitter sword energy, like a waterfall of swords flying down.

An Le opened his eyes, watching the thousands of sword waterfalls.

The corner of his lips twitched.

In the sword furnace between the eyebrows, on top of the mind-spirited sword embryo, a small figure sitting on the sword embryo is no longer a phantom, but completely condensed and formed.

The countless falling lake water intertwined and gathered behind him to form a water figure.

The water man sits cross-legged on the West Lake, reflecting the setting sun in the west, the light refracts, and the golden light shines like a gorgeous golden body.

this day.

Anle's mind transcends vulgarity and enters the primordial spirit!
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(End of this chapter)