Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 99 Holding the sword energy in the palm of Qingshan, Emperor Yuanmeng wanted to bend his bow to point at the holy master 【Ask monthly ticket】

The sword energy and pearl light soar upwards, and the green mountains and white clouds are as quiet as the deep.

A wisp of sword energy suddenly burst out from the cliff and poured into the sky, like a tear in the evening clouds in the sky, and a bright beam of light descended.

Greeting the guest, Li You'an's shirt was rustled by the mountain wind, his eyes stared at the sword energy soaring into the sky, and he was vaguely stunned.

I thought that An Le was going to fail, after all, the day and night before sitting on the cliff, there was no movement at all. Doesn't this mean the failure of Shen Wu?

Of course, Li You'an didn't find it strange that An Le failed to comprehend. It is normal for the sword energy left by the holy master to fail to comprehend. success.

Although Li You'an was very curious about the future sword energy left by the saint master, and whether he could really see the future, but he had no chance to see it, and he had no other way.

As the sage said, when the predestined relationship is met, one can naturally realize it.

But today, Li Youan discovered the turbulent sword energy in An Le.

Can Yuanshen actually enter the cliff?

These are all things that Li You'an has never noticed before. He used to observe the paintings of sword qi on the cliff with comprehension, and through observation, he mastered the two sword qi passed down by the holy master.

"The future cannot be seen, because the future has not yet happened, it is full of haze, and everything is possible."

"Those who can see the future must have something special."

"Maybe, this son is the predestined person that the master said?"

Li You'an's Confucian shirt was stained with the moisture on the mountain, but his eyes became brighter and brighter, sweeping away the previous loss and helplessness, with a little bit of excitement and anticipation.

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An Le looked at the cliff, the extremely smooth cliff, it seemed that there was nothing at first, and he couldn't feel anything.

However, for him who silently observes the bamboos in the forest of asking hearts and realizes the bamboo in his chest, it is not difficult to stare at a cliff all the time.

However, after watching it for half a day, An Le felt that there seemed to be a painting of black bamboo on the cliff. The painting of black bamboo drawn by Jian Qi was exactly the same as the painting of black bamboo he had drawn.

An Le was startled, he didn't paint on this cliff, how could there be a painting?
Carefully observe the paintings, from the swaying of the strokes, the joy of splashing ink, and the frustrating of the leaves, all are exactly the same as his brushwork.

Not even the best painter in the world can imitate such a similar painting, as if it was painted by him in the future.

After figuring this out, An Le could only feel his heart tremble. In the Niwan Palace, the sword furnace clanged, and a gust of sword energy in the cliff seemed to be attracting his heart sword in the Niwan Palace.

Yuanshen involuntarily flew out of Niwan Palace and floated towards the cliff.

The primordial spirit is like Anle's second body, what he sees and touches is the same as himself.

The moment he touched the cliff, the primordial spirit diffused into the cliff.

Before Anle's eyes, there was only whiteness left, as if being pressed into the rice paper, from three-dimensional to two-dimensional, all eyes were white, as if standing on a boundless snowfield, the sky and the earth were covered with snow.

An Le is very calm. His soul is cross-legged, with the sword waterfall picture as the foundation, to stabilize his mind so that the soul will not be crushed by the boundless whiteness.

Suddenly, in the endless whiteness, there was a sword energy passing by at high speed.

Like a gust of wind, invisible without a trace.

An Le looked over and couldn't catch the disappearing sword energy at all, but he knew that this wisp of sword energy was the future sword energy that Li Youan said.

The holy master left three sword qi in the cliff, past, present and future.

Li Youan understood the sword of the past and the sword of the present, only the remaining sword of the future, he couldn't comprehend it, he couldn't comprehend it, so he sent out this opportunity, he brought many people to try to comprehend it, but they all failed.

The future cannot be seen, because the future is still unknown, and everything has never happened.

Even an evildoer like Li You'an, who can see the existence of the Saint Master, will not be able to grasp the future sword energy.

An Le's mind is on a cliff now, he feels the sword energy, but can he master it?
Is he qualified to master it?
The future is vague and impenetrable, can mortals peek into it?
An Le asked three questions in her heart.

He can see the light curtain, and the light curtain can see the air of time, but the air of time...represents the past.

In the future, he doesn't know if he can control it.

But gradually, An Le's eyes became firmer, and an invincible force condensed on his body seemed to appear around the primordial spirit at this moment, turning into a white python entrenched, facing the white world, slowly opening opened his mouth.

He wants to walk the road of invincibility and create a miracle that is even more legendary than the legend created by Li Youan. Then this miracle begins with controlling the future sword energy.

A surge of anger surged up.

He began to stare at the vast white world, wanting to see the invisible sword energy.

Although he could feel the sword qi scurrying in front of his eyes, he couldn't catch it.

Suddenly, An Le remembered the ink bamboo painting before entering the cliff, the future sword energy captures the picture of the future, the ink bamboo painting, maybe it is the painting made by him in the future?
If that's the case, An Le couldn't help but have an idea.

The power of mind and spirit in the primordial spirit began to release little by little, like a mass of thick ink in the white world.

The thick ink is smudged, under the pull of the mind, it seems that the painter is painting with splashed ink.

An Le suddenly discovered that a wisp of sword energy began to dominate his mind, like the tip of a brush, touching the white paper.

The mind is the ink, and the sword is the brush, painting in the white world.

An Le's mind followed Jian Qi and began to paint.

The mind is like ink, and the picture scroll is presented.

What is drawn is the future.

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Between the sky and the earth, a black cloud suddenly struck.

Standing beside the welcoming pine on Fusong Mountain, Li You'an suddenly raised his head, a powerful mind bloomed between his brows, a long stream of starlight emerged, and the sword with thousands of Baidus appeared all over his body, slashing at high speed.

"Future sword energy, glimpse into the future, chaotic sky..."

"The sky changes because of it! The mountains and rivers become chaotic because of it!"

Li Youan took a deep breath, his shirt puffed up all of a sudden, and his eyes were shining brightly.

His eyes turned suddenly, and fell on the young man in white who was sitting cross-legged in front of the cliff.

The young man closed his eyes, the Niwan palace between his eyebrows was wide open, the primordial spirit had already stepped out and entered the cliff, and above the cliff, a vast expanse of white light bloomed, but in the endless white expanse, a little black color emerged!
It seems that the curtain is opened, and the picture scroll of mountains and rivers is presented.

Li Youan's hands on his back were clenched into fists, and the star-studded thousands of Baidus floating around his body trembled violently, letting out a clear sword cry.

The sound of the sword chanting went straight into the sky, echoing and smoky around the cold mountains.

His eyes were fixed on the ink color on the cliff, looking at the picture scroll that gradually appeared.

Gradually, I lost my mind.

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On the cliff, the ink color is smudged, like an ink misty rain.

Then a painting appeared, on the rushing river, warships roared, the strong crossed, arrows rained across the sky, big waves rolled, and a big battle was about to start!

Yuanmeng iron cavalry came across the river and broke through the defense line of the great river. Countless generals of Zhao rushed to the sky and fought with them. The black blood stained the sky, the river, and the battlefield.

However, the army drove straight in, burning, killing and looting, the smoke was everywhere, and the flames of war broke out everywhere.

A big city that was firmly defended was besieged by the Yuanmeng army. The generals defending the city desperately defended it. The sun and moon formed by the black color are constantly changing, representing the changing years. …

The flying general with disheveled hair stood at the top of the city, drew his sword and looked around in a daze, weeping and crying, blew his own meridians, killed himself on the city tower, and finally opened the city gate.

The black-and-white picture scroll, with ink stains flying everywhere, seems to be gushing blood, and you can feel the despair of isolation and helplessness across the picture scroll.

The city was destroyed, the Yuan and Mongolian troops drove straight in, the city pass was destroyed one after another, burning, killing and looting, the mountains and rivers were broken, the earth and the sky collapsed!

Dark clouds overwhelmed the city and threatened to destroy it, while the ink was smudged, the defenders of the city abandoned the city and fled one after another. The prosperous south of the Yangtze River, which was as prosperous as a dream for five hundred years, could not form an effective defense at all.

The momentum is like a broken bamboo, and the land south of the river has been trampled in the same way.

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The ink-colored pictures are constantly changing, showing scenes of dilapidated Jiangnan one after another.

There are strong men who continue to rise to the sky and fight with the strong men from Yuanmeng, which is full of songs and tears, but in the end they are nothing but stubborn resistance.

Prosperous as a dream for five hundred years, the temple riddled with holes eventually collapsed like a mountain pass like a pile of sand.

At the end of the picture, there are warships swaying in the endless East China Sea. After surrendering to the Yuanmeng Empire, the dragons of the East China Sea rushed out of the vast sea, setting off violent winds and waves.

On the warship, some officials were angry and cut the dragon with their swords. The dragon's blood stained the wind and rain and splashed on the boat.

Beheaded the courtiers belonging to the dragon of the East China Sea, threw away the sword, carried the young emperor on his back, and held the jade seal.

Jump into the sea and die.

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I don't know when, there was a violent shower from the sky, and the bean-sized raindrops slapped on Li Youan's body, soaking his Confucian shirt.

He stared blankly at the cliff, looking at the ever-changing scenes in the cliff, a sense of sadness spread from his chest, across his heart.

Is that the future?

Is it the future of the country?

Even for a powerful existence like Li You'an, when he saw the future, he felt that the sky was collapsing and the earth was falling, and his mind suffered an unprecedented shock.

The prosperity of the five hundred years of moving south is like a dream, and the final outcome is still not escaped.

Emperor Yuanmeng, who was number one in the world that day, trampled everything with his cavalry after all.

Li Youan was full of disappointment, for the first time he felt at a loss when he drew his sword.

No wonder he was able to observe the sword energy of the past and grasp the sword energy of the present, but he was still unable to comprehend the sword energy of the future. That was because he still could not believe in the real future.

The future is unknown, but if it really appears in front of you, it will be cruel and unbelievable to some people.

The torrential rain kept falling, washing away the mud in the mountains, the welcoming pine seemed to have been discounted at the waist, Li Youan's Confucian shirt was completely soaked close to his body, and his whole body seemed to have lost his vigor.

Suddenly, Li You'an once again looked at the cliff where the picture was frozen.

But on the cliff, a ray of sword light suddenly appeared, cut and passed, and everything in the picture was divided into two.

Ru Mo's picture actually began to go back like lightning, and every time the picture was backtracked, it would be sliced ​​apart by a sword qi.

Li You'an's eyes became brighter and brighter, his mind was full of energy, and the mighty impact struck between the mountains, forming a hurricane that whizzed through the mountains and forests.

There are dozens of cold mountains during the rainstorm, and the ghosts and goblins that are filled in the mountains are all trembling and crawling, gathering the evil spirit, and dare not wreak havoc.

When the picture was completely restored, what I saw was a young man standing on the top of the mountain, his clothes fluttering, grabbing a sword, capturing a wisp of sword energy, and taking charge of a future!
In an instant, like lightning flowing behind a cloud, the azure blue lightning tore through the evening cloud.

Li Youan's heart was agitated, and there was a sudden look in his eyes.

"The one who holds the sword energy of the future can change the future?"

"Like a painter with a brush, he can draw a new sky."

Li Youan murmured.

It turns out that the predestined people that the holy master said are so, but even if you master the future sword energy, how can you change this cruel future?
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at the same time.

When the sky changes dramatically, the whole world seems to be vaguely aware of it.

In Lin'an Mansion.

Inside Tianxuan Palace.

The figure sitting on the throne slowly opened his eyes, and a majestic aura permeated the air. Although there was a trace of twilight, it was still brilliant.

Standing beside him, Tong Diao Temple also looked at it in disbelief. Looking at the changing sky in the cold mountains in the distance, he was shocked.

what is that? !

The figure sitting on the throne stood up slowly, and took three steps forward with shining eyes.

"That's the sword energy left by the holy master in the world."

"Someone has mastered this sword energy."

Taimiao.

Zhao Huangting, who had just returned to the Taimiao, sat on the rocking chair, closed his eyes slightly, the rocking chair creaked, and wisps of twilight energy intertwined on his face and body.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, got up from the rocking chair, supported the bamboo stick, and walked to the window. He raised his eyes and looked at the changing sky and the sword aura soaring into the sky. Emotions.

Behind him are many spirit tablets on the Taimiao.

The old figure stood in front of the spirit tablet, reflecting the dim lights, which was incompatible with the dreamlike prosperity of Lin'an Mansion.

Academy of Arts.

The three masters all left the thatched cottage, stepped across the Wenxin Forest in the breeze, and appeared in front of the stele hut.

On the stele of Wenqu, grandeur surged, but never broke out.

The three masters looked at each other, and their gazes looked at the Endless Cold Mountain, and they could see the celestial phenomena at the Cold Mountain, all of which had their souls trembling slightly.

"The sword energy of a saint master dying in the world."

"Who could it be that can hold this sword energy?"

Wu Temple.

On the thick chain next to the Wukui stone.

Wukui Di Zang, wearing a bronze mask and disheveled hair, sat on it, accompanied by the Wukui stone beside him, looking into the distance, with a Zhaozu dragon-slaying knife lying on his lap, gently rubbing it.

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At this moment.

The whole world seemed to vibrate slightly.

There are Taoists in Zhenwu Temple and Tianshi Mansion on Dragon and Tiger Mountain in Zhongtu who opened their eyes.

Lanke Temple, Ganye Temple, and Lianhua Temple are all three Buddhist temples with holy monks chanting Buddhist sounds.

In Xiliang State Middle School, in the bone temple built by the bones of tens of thousands of people, there is blood and vitality. A father and son added another bone to the bone temple, grinning and looking south.

In Dali Junior High School, in a clean courtyard, the elegant imperial teacher sitting in a wheelchair is filled with starlight, counting with his fingers, and frowning like mountains and rivers.

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North of the Canglang River.

On the vast territory, in the ancient capital of the Middle-earth Dynasty for thousands of years, a majestic imperial city rose from the ground, and a majestic aura spread from the imperial city, covering the entire Middle-earth. The dragon veins make it difficult for the dragon veins to stir.

Then there was another majestic suction force, absorbing the energy of the dragon veins, and continuously gathered in the dynasty, gathered in a resplendent palace.

Inside the imperial city, in the palace.

A burly man wearing a golden robe and golden boots slowly opened his eyes. The light in his eyes seemed to open the sky, across the mountains, rivers, heaven and earth, and saw the abnormal celestial phenomenon.

He also felt the turbulent general trend, as if insignificant changes had taken place at this moment.

The man stood up slowly, and the majestic aura surged with his movements, and every move seemed to affect the general trend of the world.

"The sword energy left by the holy master in the world?"

"Whoever holds this sword energy can stir up the days and make the future more unpredictable?"

"No matter who controls this sword energy, it will not change the ending. My great power will surely sweep the world."

"When the world is in my hands, that's when I will bend my bow and arrow to point at the holy master!"

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The sky was torn apart by the torrential rain.

It seems that there is a gate with a fairy air, tearing the twilight clouds and emerging, the fairy sound is lingering, and the sun is shining.

Qingming has no bottom, the sun and the moon shine on the gold and silver platform.

Behind the gate, there seems to be the Hall of Immortal Que Qiong, with twelve floors and five cities, and the figures are as graceful as hemp.

shhhhhh!
At the same time, on the land of the world, the six mountain peaks are all steaming with energy.

Filled into the clouds, the gate with the fairy air is slowly closed, and the dreamlike world also disappears in the human world.

After the six paths of qi are eliminated.

In the torrential rain, six figures came across.

An old man came riding a crane, lying on his side on the back of the crane, smiling, surrounded by invisible runes intertwined, extremely mysterious.

There is a person with a ethereal figure, which is transformed by the mind and spirit, which is vague and invisible. He has a long-sleeved robe and a fairy-like bone. It is filled with various food aromas, as if bathed in the fireworks of the world.

One after another, the figures are all blurred.

Until the last one, there is a clear figure.

But the Lord of the Sixth Mountain was coolly carrying a pine sword case, with his hands folded around his chest, guarding against a beam of sword light.

Hanging outside Fusong Mountain, floating in front of the cliff.

Li You'an stood under the welcoming pine, looking at the six people rushing over, all the expressions on their faces had already been covered up.

Smiling, Li You'an cupped his fists and bowed: "Li You'an, I have met the six mountain masters."

The six people nodded slightly, and they all returned their salutes one by one.

"The future sword energy left by the teacher is mysterious and unfathomable. It is difficult for us to peek at it. The teacher said to wait for the destined person. Now it seems that the destined person has appeared."

Among the six mountain masters, a vague figure spoke.

"However, what the old man is curious about is, what is the basis for the predestined person? The old man once calculated that in this world, it is impossible for someone to control the future sword energy, because it is unreasonable and against the rules of heaven and earth. How can this young man control it? Unless he I've seen the future...but it's impossible."

The old man riding a crane squinted his eyes.

The sixth mountain lord crossed his arms and looked coolly at the young man sitting quietly in front of the cliff. The corner of his mouth twitched coldly: "As expected of the young man I value."

After murmuring for a while, the six people all looked at each other, then chuckled lightly, and their eyes fell on the young man sitting in front of the cliff.

Among the cliffs.

The primordial spirits that were originally turned into ink stains turned back into the appearance of Anle's primordial spirits when the ink color returned.

It's just that this time, An Le saw the swaying future sword qi, which was black in color, and was held in his hands, swaying continuously.

An Le was also in a daze, since he had also seen those transformed paintings just now.

Is that a picture of the future?

Or is it the parallel time and space in his mind that has somewhat similar dynasties, that is the picture of the years, and the years and the future overlap?

Therefore, he thought that he had seen the future, so he captured this sword energy that only existed in the future.

The sword energy in the future is very heavy, and An Le feels that his primordial spirit is about to lose its grip.

Never stayed long among the cliffs.

Carrying this ray of future sword energy, An Le walked out of the cliff step by step.

The surface of the cliff is like water waves, just like when he watched the pictures of the years, when the ripples disappear.

Anle's primordial spirit jumped back to Fusong Mountain.

The sword furnace in the Niwan Palace between the eyebrows clanged, and wisps of spiritual sword energy entwined out one after another.

And as soon as he came out of the cliff, An Le felt that the sword energy in the future was struggling more and more, as if it was about to leap into the space between heaven and earth and disappear without a trace.

In the distance, Li You'an and the six mountain lords floating in front of the mountain all looked at An Le's primordial spirit.

They couldn't see the ink-colored future sword energy captured by An Le Yuanshen, just like they couldn't see the future, but they could feel the struggling power.

The six mountain masters, plus Li You'an, were very curious about how An Le would control this wisp of future sword energy.

If you can't suppress this sword energy, let it penetrate into the world.

That also means a failure of mastery.

An Le really felt the struggle of this wisp of sword energy, his strength was getting stronger and stronger, and his mind was vaguely unable to grasp it, as if he was about to break free and merge into the world, without a trace.

However, An Le had thought about it a long time ago, and with a movement of his mind, the world was suddenly filled with threads of mind, and the threads connected to control the bamboo sword and green mountain.

The green hill of the bamboo sword suddenly turned into a sword light and rushed towards An Le's hand, which was struggling like a snake.

The green mountain collided with the sword energy, and in an instant, a majestic green mountain seemed to emerge... After the sword energy collided with the mountain, it was absorbed into the green mountain bit by bit.

When the last touch of sword energy disappeared.

A clear sword chant suddenly came out from the green hills.

Yuanshen rushed back into the sword furnace between eyebrows.

An Le, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened her eyes, her white clothes billowing in the breeze, and her wide sleeves fluttering.

He stretched out his palm and grabbed Qingshan's sword hilt.

He also grasped the ethereal sword energy.

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