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

A sword light rises from the ground, just like a roc soaring up, swaying away the spring rain and dusk clouds, and in the sunlight pouring down behind it, it is like a fast electric light.

Incomparably bright, extremely eye-catching, the gorgeous sword energy is gradually enchanting the eyes.

Under the foothills, countless people looked at the sword light soaring into the sky in surprise, their hearts ringing like a bell.

The young man holds the sword. Although he is not able to control the sword to the sky like a peerless swordsman, but when he holds the dark green edge, the sword energy is released, like a meteor tearing apart the night sky, carrying the young man, swinging past the tail, straight into the sky, It also has a dazzling temperament.

"Who is that?"

Someone spoke in shock, and then a waterfall of doubts filled their hearts.

Most practitioners do not know this young man who came with Lin Mansion's chariot.

A young man with no discernible level of cultivation, wearing a tattered bamboo sword and pretending to be a swordsman, was not valued by anyone before, and he only thought he was following the Lin family's chariot to see the world.

The truly famous person in the Lin family must be Lin Zhuifeng, but that sword did not carry Lin Zhuifeng, but an unknown young man.

When Anle was wrapped up in the sword and skyrocketed.

Lin Zhuifeng and Lin Qingyin were also extremely shocked. The two women raised their heads, their black hair was blown messily by the hurricane wrapped up by the sword, their eyes were full of disbelief and... shining light.

Watching the young man reach the sky with his sword, they seemed to realize something.

The most unlikely thing happened, and it hit the young man on the head like a pie.

Mr. An... actually fell in love with the Sixth Mountain Lord standing on the green mountain!

The word "fate" is so wonderful!

Lin Zhuifeng grabbed the fire stick and grinned: "The mountain master's eyesight is as pure as mine, because Mr. An is so good-looking, right?"

Lin Qingyin couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle after hearing Lin Zhuifeng's words.

The dignitaries and dignitaries around him all had complicated expressions.

Many people couldn't sit still anymore and opened the curtains from the carriage, looking up to the sun and looking at the young man climbing straight into the sky. They watched curiously and ordered their men to inquire about the young man.

The young man's native place is unknown, but if he can obtain the mountain master's sword, he will naturally feel like ascending to the sky.

Moreover, the young man is related to the Lin Mansion, which has made many forces who have a close relationship with the Lin Mansion feel alarmed and want to find out the origin and identity of such a young man.

In the mountains and forests, the mist was cut open from both sides, and there was sword energy lingering, making it difficult for the mist and mist to heal.

Luo Qingchen stood in the mountains, the stinging pain in his hands making him a little confused.

He felt that it was not his palms that were cut open, but his state of mind.

A state of mind with extraordinary confidence.

The Sixth Mountain Master... didn't even choose him? !

Although his swordsmanship talent is not as good as the legendary champion Li Youan or Jade Guanyin Hua Jie Bing, it is... still worthy of praise. Who can compare with him, and why is he ignored by the Sixth Mountain Lord?

The feeling of being on the verge of reaching the top, only to be knocked down from the mortal world, made Luo Qingchen so depressed that he almost coughed up blood.

Suddenly, there was a scream like thunder at the foot of the mountain.

A sword light rose sharply and went straight into the sky!

Luo Qingchen's palms were dripping with blood. He didn't care to stop the bleeding. He raised his eyes and saw a young man holding a sword. Wrapped by the sword light, he soared up and crashed into the sea of ​​clouds halfway up the mountain.

The young man here... How could Luo Qingchen forget? !

How much cultivation he had, but he couldn't compare to a young man who had just mastered the divine fetal breath and didn't even know a few sword skills!

In front of his eyes, the image of the young man in the spring rain, carrying his pressure, with his waist straight and his eyebrows bowed, reappeared and lingered, almost overlapping with the image of the young man soaring into the sky under the weight of the sword.

It was like two heavy hammers, hitting his heart hard.

The spring breeze blew in the mountain forest, shaking off the peach blossom petals on the peach trees on both sides of the mountain road. Although it was autumn, it was like the chill of autumn. Luo Qingchen suddenly felt a chill, and his body swayed involuntarily.

He felt that this time... his Taoist heart might really have been dusted by this young man.

"Why? Why?!"

Luo Qingchen refused to accept it, and the silver sword energy around him flew into the sky, rising from the mountains and forests to the sky. However, halfway through the journey, he glimpsed into the sea of ​​clouds, and saw the familiar figure drawn with white clouds as his livelihood and sword energy as ink. Ink bamboo picture...

At this moment, Luo Qingchen's mind was like a thunderclap hammering away, roaring with rage and lightning!

He got it.

Why did the Sixth Mountain Master suddenly open the mountain? It turns out...

The mountain guard has already chosen someone.

The so-called choice is just a sedan for the young man, a sedan that can be used to enter the Holy Mountain in a grand manner!

Luo Qingchen looked at his cut palm.

Suddenly he smiled lonely and bitterly.

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Who can be lifted up to the blue clouds by virtue of his power?

An Le only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and then he entered the sea of ​​clouds, swimming freely and freely in the sea of ​​clouds, like a fish leaping into the boundless sea. Seeing the ink bamboo painting of the sky and the earth, he suddenly breathed in in wonder, using the sea of ​​clouds as his declaration, and the sword energy as the ink painting. Really proud!

However, this ink bamboo painting also vaguely plucked the light strings in Anle's mind, and he seemed to understand something.

No wonder the sword came straight towards him. It turned out that he went through the back door simply because there was someone above him.

Thinking of the old man from Taimiao who once said that he would take him to a place in three days, now everything is connected together, and he can't help but suddenly understand.

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain knew about his ink bamboo painting, maybe... the old man from the Imperial Ancestral Temple had greeted him?

Anle held the sword, and his figure floated out of thin air. Looking into the distance, he saw an idle pavilion halfway up the majestic Sword Peak.

A middle-aged man in green clothes stood in the pavilion, with a pine sword box beside him, looking at him from a distance.

Anle's eyes met his.

The ink-colored sword in his hand trembled slightly, and Anle immediately understood that the man was the rumored Sixth Mountain Master who could hide all the swords in the world in one sword box!

Anle held the sword and cupped his fists, bowing his head to the sea of ​​clouds.

The middle-aged man's lips stiffened and he nodded slightly. His eyes were full of brilliant colors. He pressed his palm on the sword box and could feel the clang and excitement of the sword in the box. They seemed to be attracted by the young man on the sea of ​​clouds.

That young man... was born with a great affinity for the sword, and seemed to be born for the sword.

It is a piece of natural sword embryo jade that has never been carved!

If, after looking at the young man's ink bamboo painting, he felt the young man's backbone and sword spirit, the middle-aged man was moved and accepted him as a mountain guard, then when he saw the young man at this moment, the trembling and cheering of the old guys in the box made the middle-aged man Understand, he may be about to find a treasure!

"Very good!"

The middle-aged man's stiff smile softened a bit and he spoke.

Just two words, but you can hear his love for peace and happiness.

For the mountain keeper, the mountain guardian is more similar to the relationship between disciple and master, so the middle-aged man rarely moves his face and shows his emotions.

"Are you willing to join my sixth mountain?"

The sea of ​​clouds is rolling and the bamboo trees are noisy.

The man stood in a pavilion halfway up the mountain, facing the spring rain, looking at the young man holding the sword, and asked sincerely.

The young man Jianqi Extradition stood in the clouds. Facing the middle-aged man's invitation, the smile on his face faded, but he did not agree immediately, but fell into serious thinking.

The mountain guardian, the identity that countless practitioners in Lin'an Prefecture were crazy about, was now in front of An Le, easily obtainable.

As long as he nods, he can enter the Holy Mountain, become a mountain guard, and soar into the sky.

But becoming a mountain guard also means losing the qualification to become a mountain master.

Although the young man has just started to practice, today the Lord of the Sixth Mountain can make the world move with just one sentence: "Open the mountain."

Thousands of feet of waves are crossing the river, and thousands of poles are leaning into the bamboo!

This kind of courage and this kind of influence made him yearn for it.

A young man is full of energy and has a time to work hard.

There is a tiger hidden in his heart, his ambition can reach the sky, and he has a thought of peace and happiness. His future will definitely not stop as a mountain guard.

Perhaps in the eyes of many people, Anle is a bit ignorant, but he really doesn't want to stop there.

Thought for a long time.

Anle let out a breath, held the ink-colored Qingfeng in both hands, made a long bow, and slowly handed it to the pavilion in the middle of the mountain.

"Mountain Master, my ambition is not here. I'm sorry. Mountain Master should have a better mountain guard."

The world was quiet, only the sound of spring breeze and spring rain was left.

quite a while.

A man in a green pavilion in the middle of the mountain laughed suddenly, looking at the young man to understand his ambition, his eyes full of appreciation.

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Under the foothills.

The hustle and bustle has been surging for a long time, and most practitioners seem to have learned about the choice of the sixth mountain master for the mountain guard.

The Lin family has a mountain guard. Regardless of whether the young man is from the Lin family or not, when he walks out of the Lin family's chariot, in full view of everyone, he can't fake it, so he will naturally be labeled as the Lin family.

Many people glanced at Lin Mansion's chariot, feeling envious, complicated, and unexpected, with all kinds of emotions coming up like a storm.

Suddenly, their eyes fell on the people at the chariot, and their breathing froze.

Because a plain white palm protruded from the chariot curtain, as white as jade.

A graceful and graceful figure emerged.

Qiong Yao's skin is absolutely flawless, and her embroidered skirt and brocade jacket are covered with clouds.

The sword of the heart and the jade Guanyin, the flowers of the Lin Mansion dissolve the ice!

As soon as the woman got out of the chariot, her eyebrows spread slightly, as if she had heard something happy, and her red lips smiled.

The next moment, there was a majestic mind, like a mountain collapsing, weighing down the practitioners present, with heavy hearts.

The woman's bare hands flicked, and a flash of sword light swept out, carrying her delicate body, straight into the blue clouds, into the sea of ​​clouds, stepping on lotus steps, and appeared beside the long-bowed young man.

The fragrance was strong on his face, and the young man looked a little startled. He turned around and saw Mrs. Hua.

Mrs. Hua looked at the young man with admiration in her eyes.

"good."

"Mr. An, do you still remember the painting gift I promised you?"

"I'll be with you today."

The words are finished.

Mrs. Hua looked at the Sixth Mountain Lord at the Xian Pavilion in the middle of the mountain with a spring smile on her face.

Twisting lotus flowers in hands, sword energy blooms behind her back.

"Lord of the Sixth Mountain, Jie Bingdan, in the name of peace and happiness, I ask for a small holy order."

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