Beginning to become a saint from the path of time and fruit

The smoke curls up, and the incense sticks of golden years are lightly burning, like every tick of the clock going back, and every quicksand flowing backward in the hourglass.

A bluestone was thrown into the calm lake surface, causing ripples of time.

The picture is like a trembling lake surface, just like Anle's ups and downs of heart at this moment.

As the shaking spread, everything in front of him began to slowly become clear.

…

In the dusk clouds and mist, snow like white feathers flies from high in the sky and falls all over the world.

Auspicious snow heralds a good harvest.

On the snowy flat, there is a girl dancing with a sword. The girl is wearing brocade clothes. Although there is snow falling in the sky, the energy and blood in her body are surging, like a dragon or a tiger, dispelling the cold and making the steam rise.

The woman is none other than Mrs. Hua, or rather the young Mrs. Hua.

The girl Hua Jie Bing's pretty face was flushed with blood, and her eyes were full of sadness. She held a sword in her hand. The sword was long and slender, like a ray of spring rain falling on the world.

The sword's name is Chunyu, one of Hua Jiebing's swords.

"Failed again. Is this 'Collapse of the Sword' so difficult?"

Hua Jie Bing, who was still a young girl at this moment, was innocent and brilliant, with her red lips pouting. The next moment, she suddenly threw the sword, and the Spring Rain Sword flew up. .

Suxue was carried away, and Hua Jiebing rushed up. Chunyu threw it up and then fell back down. At the moment of falling, Hua Jiebing clenched his fist and punched it, hitting the end of the sword hilt, bursting out with great force.

Boom!

An invisible air wave exploded slightly, and the spring rain roared out, but it twisted its direction and hit the snow, tearing out a gully of white snow.

Hua Jiebing fell to the ground and frowned.

Another failure made Hua Jiebing, who was learning swordsmanship for the first time, a little discouraged.

He sat in the snow, pouting as if he was angry. After a long time, he raised his head, and a strange spirit suddenly appeared on his pretty face. He glanced around to make sure there was no one around in the snow.

The girl got up, patted her butt, and grabbed the sword Chun Yu.

After taking a deep breath, the spring rain flew out under the blessing of her mind. The girl ran like a cunning rabbit and jumped up.

As the spring rain approached, the girl clenched her fists, her energy and blood boiling like an oven. Suddenly, her red lips opened round and she shouted.

"Hey! Look at my broken sword!"

The shouts shattered the flying snow.

In an instant, the girl hit the hilt of the sword with a punch, and there was a muffled thunder explosion, like a thunder behind the clouds, and there was an ear-splitting roar!

The Spring Thunder Sword was like a wild dragon coming out of the abyss, pulling out a stream of off-white air in the flying snow, as if the air was split open, with howling and roaring sounds, as if the sky was falling apart!

Boom!

A crater with a diameter of five meters suddenly exploded on the snowy plain.

In the pit, all the plain snow melted into snow water, and a slender spring rain quietly penetrated an inch and three into the ground. The sword body that had not penetrated into the ground was shaking slightly and exuding scorching heat.

In the distance, on the snow, the girl cheered for joy, her smile as bright as the warm spring sun.

"Hey, look at me breaking my sword!"

The girl stepped on the snow, jumping up and down, running to pick up the sword, and making punches at the same time.

Innocent and innocent, like an elf in the snow.

…

At this point, the picture begins to blur and disperse, until it disappears.

Anle broke away from the picture of years and could not calm down for a long time. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly and his face looked strange.

Mainly because of this time scene, Anle saw the cute side of Mrs. Hua, but this was considered normal.

Just like before, when I saw the cold Fairy Yunrou, she clenched her fists and said "go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!"

When you peek into the years, you can always see some unknown sides.

The corners of Anle's lips raised, feeling a little happy inexplicably.

"Hey, look at me breaking my sword!"

Anle clenched her fist, tried to swing forward, and shouted something that Mrs. Hua once shouted.

Inexplicable joy.

If he shouted such words in front of Madam Hua, I don't know what kind of expression Madam Hua would show on the spot. Would she slap him Anle to death?

The more I think about peace and happiness, the happier I become.

At the same time, a light curtain appeared in front of him.

[Obtain the Fruit of Time: Collapse of Sword Strength (0/10 ray)]

[Note: Bengjian Jin (Tao Fruit): The unique power of the fusion of Qi, blood, and mind, which can be blessed on the sword and arm, and the offensive power of the sword can be improved]

With a slight light in front of her eyes, Mrs. Guanhua used Bengjian and condensed the Tao Fruit [Bengjian Jin]. From the Tao Fruit annotation, it can be seen that this Bengjian Jin is a method of exerting force, which is used in attacks.

What is Anle missing most now?

"Sword Waterfall Picture" is a mental training method, which is a visualization method. After all, it is not an offensive swordsmanship. Although "Five Birds Body Training Technique" contains attack skills, it is still a body training method.

In fact, there are no serious attack methods.

The emergence of Bengjian Jin has slightly made up for Anle's vacancy in attack, because it can be seen from the scenes of Madam Hua's years that Bengjian Jin can be regarded as a swordsmanship skill.

"I just don't know. When using the sword-breaking strength, if you shout 'Hey, look at me breaking the sword', will there be an additional increase in power?"

The corners of Anle's lips curled up slightly, and she couldn't help but think about it.

The setting sun slowly sets, and after covering the Western Mountains, it releases its afterglow delicately, illuminating the charm of spring and painting a colorful picture of the world.

Anle opened her eyes, and saw the old locust tree rustling in the spring breeze, bringing a different kind of comfort.

After waiting quietly for a while, before the old man from the Ancestral Temple came, Anle got up and started to practice the sword-breaking force under the old locust tree.

Although the Dao Fruit has been condensed, which can be regarded as the beginning of mastery, but if you want to be skillful, you still have to rely on Anle to try and understand it.

Taking off the bamboo sword Qingshan pinned to his waist, Anle recalled the way the girl Madam Hua wielded the sword in the scenes of the past. At that time, Madam Hua's cultivation should not have exceeded the fifth realm, and Anle could still gain a little glimpse of it.

After brewing for a while, I simulated the collapse of the sword several times in my mind.

An Le let out a breath and suddenly threw up the bamboo sword in his hand. He controlled it with sword-breaking strength. His fetal breath filled the air. He controlled the green mountain and flew slightly into the air. He climbed up to the full level of Qi and blood in his body and let it out suddenly. In the next moment, he clenched his fist and smashed it out. , hitting the hilt of the sword.

As for the phrase "Hey, look at me breaking my sword", the young man felt a little ashamed and never said it out loud.

Boom!

An invisible wave of air exploded from the collision between the fist and Qingshan sword hilt, lifting up the leaves of the locust tree scattered on the ground in the courtyard.

The Bengjian roared out immediately, at a very fast speed, as powerful as thunder, and hit the old locust tree.

The bamboo sword Qingshan was inserted into the body of the old locust tree. The place where the sword came into contact with the trunk was emitting scorching heat and tangled sword energy. The old locust tree seemed to tremble and shake off its leaves.

An Le stood quietly, recalling the way he exerted his power just now. His mind and energy and blood blended together. Although it was raw, it did have a unique power.

Bengjian Jin... a very domineering way of exerting force.

Thinking of An Le, if you hold your arms and perform it in Bird Pose or Tiger Pose, the explosive power cannot be underestimated.

Facing Hu Jintao again, Hu Jintao may die more happily.

The jerkiness of the Bengjian Jin's operation made Anle feel uncomfortable. With a thought, the two rays of gray age energy drawn from Mrs. Hua were used to bless the Dao Fruit Bengjian Jin.

Suddenly, the gray incense stick was lit, and a curling picture emerged.

In the pictures, there are all pictures of Madam Hua practicing her sword strength and achieving some success.

Accompanied by the demonic shout of "Hey, look at me breaking my sword".

An Le had a smile on her lips, and the next moment she suddenly opened her eyes, pulled out the Green Mountain Bamboo Sword from the old locust tree, and prepared to do it again.

At the entrance of the courtyard, the afterglow of the setting sun poured down.

The old man was dressed in plain clothes and bathed in the red clouds. He stood quietly with a bamboo stick and a scroll of paintings in one hand. He did not disturb the peace of practicing Qigong and even watched with interest.

Anle may not have noticed the old man, but even if he did, he wouldn't want to leave him at this moment.

With the fetal breath and mind flowing, he controlled the bamboo sword Qingshan to rise into the air. The energy and blood in his body flowed like a rushing river. Anle's body jumped forward and moved in the tiger pose. The strength of the sword was contained in the sword. He punched out and hit the hilt of the Qingshan sword.

The boiling energy, blood and mind clung to the green mountain of the bamboo sword. The sword burst out like a cannonball, as fast as lightning behind the clouds, and plunged into the trunk of the old locust tree.

The bamboo sword has no edge, but the old locust tree it sticks in is ecstatic.

The bark on the trunk of the old locust tree was even exploded by the insertion, and was scattered by the force, leaving a smooth surface.

Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns.

The old man from Taimiao stood at the door, his long eyebrows slightly drooped, his face full of wrinkles, staring blankly at the tattered bamboo sword stuck in the old locust tree, the sword body shaking gently.

Vaguely, the old man seemed to hear the clear and cheerful sword cry from the bamboo sword Qingshan.

In my mind, I couldn't help but think of the young man's words when he first held the bamboo sword, "I see how charming the green mountains are, and how beautiful the green mountains should be when they see me."

The old man suddenly chuckled, his regret was like snow on the mountain, and when the sun rose, his smile disappeared.

The young man and Qingshan met each other late.

The bamboo sword that has been with him for three hundred years may have found its new owner.

very nice.

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