Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 115 Taoli Chunfeng a glass of wine, thousands of people draw their swords to send the emperor to the uncle 【Ask for a monthly ticket】

The afterglow is born with a brush, and the layers are like cracks.

Tianfeng cut it into pieces, suspected to be fairy clothes.

……

The glow of the setting sun that was burning all over the sky began to gradually fade away. In the late spring showers that washed over the world, it was like the last stubborn flame.

When it was completely wiped out, the illuminated sky suddenly fell silent.

The icy rain, carrying the chill of late spring, knocked down the Chuping.

On the Daping of the sixth mountain, the two figures sitting upright have been soaked by the rain.

The incomparably huge Sword Qi Bodhisattva disappeared, and the sword energy of Sixth Mountain also retreated back into the mountain, and never appeared again.

An act against the sky finally came to an end.

On the stone path of the Sixth Mountain, Li Youan and Hua Jiebing no longer paid attention to the steady rise of breath, the weird Anle who had fully recovered from a weak state in three days.

The two broke through the rain, floated down the mountain, and landed on the Daping.

The bean-sized raindrops falling all over the sky were distorted by the two people's aura before they fell, and they did not water the two people who were sitting on the ground again.

Taimiao old man Zhao Huangting's face full of ravines moved slightly, then his eyelids slowly opened, and the clarity of heaven and earth gradually appeared in his eyes.

It seemed to be successful, Zhao Huangting showed a smile, suppressed the fire of Nirvana with the heart sword, took his life from the hands of the sky, and continued for a while.

Even Zhao Huangting was uneasy, after all, how crazy is it to fight for life with God?
It's not bad if the sky doesn't send purple thunder to kill you.

Of course, Master Suzhu is the one who is under more pressure. As the one who handed out the heart sword, he is the one who really rebels against the gods. It will be suppressed to the lowest point in history.

Guru Suzhu's beautiful face showed a paleness, even with her powerful strength, it was difficult to cover up this paleness.

"Master!"

Hua Jiebing opened the oil-paper umbrella to shield Guru Suzhu from the late spring icy rain.

The raindrops hit the umbrella surface, making a muffled sound, and then intertwined into a bead curtain and continuously fell down, forming a large rain curtain net.

Master Suzhu stood up gracefully, her snow-white monk's robe drooping lightly, and the misty mountain mist in the rain lingered around her slender body, and her crystal-clear soles seemed to support her body slightly in the air.

Zhao Huangting stood up, clasped his fists in both hands, and bowed deeply.

"Thank you Bodhisattva."

Thank you, sincerely.

After all, splitting the heart sword to suppress the fire of Nirvana for him is to fight the gods for life, and for Buddhist practitioners who pay attention to cause and effect, it is to increase cause and effect on themselves.

The backlash of the soul and the disgust of the gods are trivial matters. The most important thing is that during this period of time, Guru Suzhu will fall into an unprecedented weakness, and even accidentally seduce the fire of his own nirvana.

Therefore, as the Zhao family's royal family, Zhao Huangting, who was proud to invite Guru Suyi to act, thanked him from the bottom of his heart.

If it wasn't for the friendship he had when he competed for the world together when he was young, if he hadn't rescued Hua Jiebing from Lin'an, Guru Suzhu might not be willing to fight the price to help him suppress the fire of Nirvana.

Master Suzhu's complexion was like frost and snow, becoming more dusty and elegant.

She squeezed the Buddha seal with her hand and saluted.

"Suppressing the fire of Nirvana is an act against the heavens. I suppress it with my heart sword. The longer you suppress it, the greater the torture to your soul will be. When you pull out the split sword, the pain will be unprecedentedly intense..."

"Zhao Huangting, take care of yourself."

Master Suzhu took a deep look at Zhao Huangting, with a sigh in his eyes.

Zhao Huangting was quite free and easy: "It's okay, it's okay, for the last big romance in life, mere pain is nothing."

Master Suzhu didn't speak any more, turned his head to look at Hua Jiebing: "Jie Bing, it's time to go back to the Ganye Temple, and your heart sword with the limit of the eight realms should also be tempered well to prepare for the final impact on the heart sword of the nine realms .”

Hua Jiebing heard the words, this time, he did not refuse again.

She had already left Lin'an, and her relationship with the Lin family was almost cut off.

Moreover, she should really attack the Nine Realms well.

The cultivation at the limit of the eight realms made her feel her own insufficiency and many constraints.

"Master, this disciple is willing to return to Ganye Temple."

Hua Jiebing said respectfully.

"Separate the heart sword to suppress the fire of Nirvana. During this period, Guru Suzhu will be very weak. Only Ganye Temple is the safest."

"In this world, there are too many people who want to obtain the Heart Sword. When the news of Zhao Huangting's success in suppressing the fire of Nirvana spreads, there will surely be many people who are approaching their end when they hear the news that Guru Su Zhu is weak. .”

"There are two other great mages sitting in the Ganye Temple, and the red python that has lived for thousands of years at the Husi Temple is naturally the safest place."

Li Youan said.

However, Zhao Huangting laughed loudly: "Then you can underestimate this mother... Bodhisattva, when we walked the rivers and lakes together, she still had [-] black hairs, and her beauty was bubbling, but how many people from the rivers and lakes who coveted her beauty were killed by her?" She was ruthlessly killed, don't look at her weakness, the weaker she is, the more terrifying she is, back then I never imagined that this bitch would become a Bodhisattva."

Master Suzhu looked at Zhao Huangting with a smile.

Zhao Huangting immediately shut up, covered his waist and moaned, "Hey, this fire of nirvana is sealed, it feels different, my old bones are really old bones, and my waist will flash when I move a little bit , Boy An, do you have any wine? Have a bite to strengthen your bones."

Seeing Zhao Huangting who left after yelling, Master Suzhu withdrew his gaze, his eyes were as calm as water: "Although Zhao Huangting said that I am like a female devil, there is indeed some reason, so there is no need to worry."

"Besides, now I bear Zhao Huangting's rebellious God's wrath. Whoever gets the Heart Sword at this time is not to use it to seek longevity, but to seek death as a talisman."

Li Youan nodded slightly, and after clasping his fists towards Guru Suzhu, he stepped out, the wind and rain stopped suddenly, and he came to the foot of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, Zhao Huangting and An Le, who had climbed up, sat together on the wet bluestone path covered with rain-beaten peach blossoms.

"I don't know what the old emperor's plan is next?"

Li You'an stood in front of the two, thought for a while, then sat on the stone path and asked.

The rain was falling, but Li Youan covered it with Qi, as if an invisible umbrella covered the falling raindrops.

An Le obviously didn't bring any wine from Lin'an Mansion, Zhao Huangting smacked his lips regretfully, and said, "What are your plans? I crossed the Canglang River and headed north to the capital of Yuanmeng."

An Le turned his head and looked, he still remembered that Senior Zhao said that he would take him to see Da Shuangli.

Li Youan smiled: "Go directly?"

Zhao Huangting stretched his waist, after the fire of Nirvana was suppressed, his cultivation was not visible, he looked like an old man.

"Go straight to the fart." Zhao Huangting rolled his eyes and said, "It's a distance of [-] miles to go to Yuanmeng Dadu. If you cross the Canglang River, you will be in Yuanmeng Dadu. Maybe you haven't arrived in Yuanmeng Dadu yet. Surrounded and beaten to death by Yuan Meng's masters."

"Out of Lin'an, it's Jiang Hu... the unworthy guy in Xuan Palace that day, I'm afraid he won't take into account my status as the emperor's uncle, and will invite masters to kill An Le at any cost. Of course, I still have face. Some people Maybe you will be happy to see me go north to try the depth of the Yuan Emperor, who has not made a move for hundreds of years, but some enmity will grow up, and they will not be as straightforward as me."

Li Youan narrowed his eyes: "Do you need my escort?"

Zhao Huangting shook his head: "It's absolutely unnecessary, the escort will be skipped, you were invited back by Hua Jiebing this time, and you have been away from the upper reaches of the Canglang River for so long, the two bewitched father and son of Xiliang Kingdom will never let such a good man go. Opportunities must have changed."

"The father and son of the Xiliang Kingdom are definitely not good people. You have to keep an eye on them, not because of Da Zhao, but because of the people in the several cities that Xiliang Kingdom can influence..."

"Once the Xiliang father and son break through the city, they will surely slaughter the city. By then, blood will flow like rivers."

"Then I, Zhao Huangting, will be a sinner."

Hearing this, Li You'an's eyes were fixed: "Before I returned to Lin'an, I fought with the prince of Xiliang, Gu Chenglin. That battle broke his demon heart. He should not cause trouble in a short time."

"The situation in Xiliang is more complicated. The Yuanmeng army has already rushed to Xiliang, staring at it. The Gu family and his son dare not cross the south of the Yangtze River at this time."

Li Youan said.

His eyes sparkled: "And you probably won't go north immediately. You plan to take An Le to Jianchi Palace in Shuzhong first, and try again to give Qingshan a head start."

Zhao Huangting scratched his head and said with a smile: "I really can't hide it from you. I have two regrets in my life. The first regret is that I have never had a good fight with Emperor Yuan, who is number one in the world. Give Qingshan a head start."

"This is the fifth time I have gone to Jianchi Palace in the middle of Shu, and I can no longer lead the way for Qingshan... I also accept my fate."

"Besides, I'll take An Le there this time. With this kid's affinity with the sword, maybe it will work."

Zhao Huangting patted An Le's shoulder and said with a smile.

"Then I will escort you for a while, and I will leave when I reach the middle of Sichuan. It just so happens that I have something to say to An Le these days."

Li Youan said.

Zhao Huangting couldn't help squinting his eyes: "What do you want to say?"

The two talked to each other, and An Le was caught in the middle, only feeling very uncomfortable, neither moving nor not moving.

Especially at this moment, Zhao Huangting squinted his eyes, and suddenly there was an aura of coercion pervading.

Li Youan was wearing a Confucian shirt, sitting on the bluestone, but his waist was straight, facing Zhao Huangting's squinting posture, he said indifferently: "You know that An Le has the future sword energy of the holy master."

"Looking at the future from the cliff, I can see a spark that will start a prairie fire."

The words fell.

The dark clouds in the evening mist covered with spring rain seemed to make a thunderous explosion, and the fast current behind the clouds suddenly flashed, illuminating the world with brilliance!
Zhao Huangting's narrowed eyes suddenly widened.

"You have changed, Li Youan, you have changed."

Zhao Huangting let out a breath and said slowly.

Then his eyes widened, and gradually returned to their original shape, somewhat dispirited.

"Forget it, I don't care about these shitty things, and I don't care."

"However, if it's as you said, it's even more important to go to the Jianhu Palace. If the sword doesn't strike, there's no chance against Emperor Shangyuan Meng."

The old man sighed.

Li You'an stretched out his hand and caught a late spring raindrop. The raindrop floated in the palm of his hand, reflecting the gorgeous brilliance like a mirror.

"But it's still early, and more people are needed, important people, who see and believe this spark through sword energy, can really start a prairie fire. Today's emperor of the Zhao family can't twist the rope. Screw it up."

Li Youan said softly.

An Le was listening to the words of the two people who seemed to be full of Zen, and was confused, as if he understood it, but he didn't understand it, and he didn't bother to mix in the conversation between the two.

He cast his gaze on Master Suzhu who was talking to Hua Jiebing on the Daping.

With a movement of mind, he began to absorb the spirit of time from Guru Suzhu.

These days, he has been trying to absorb the age spirit of these strong men. He has tried it with Li Youan, and he has also tried it with the sixth mountain master. A wisp of white age.

As for Zhao Huangting and Suzhu Bodhisattva, because the two of them are going against the sky and changing their fate, An Le dare not try it, fearing that something will happen.

Now that the act of defying the sky is over, An Le naturally begins to suck it up.

[Aura of Time] One column is beating violently, constantly beating.

After a tug-of-war, as if a feather was plucked from the body of a phoenix, a ray of time floated over.

A faint golden color emerged, lingering on An Le's fingertips, reflecting the golden brilliance.

A look of joy suddenly appeared in An Le's eyes.

The long-lost golden years!
However, the environment was not right at the moment, An Le did not immediately immerse his mind to observe this rare golden age.

"Let's go, An boy."

Zhao Huangting stood up, patted the raindrops off his body, and said lazily.

"The Sixth Mountain stayed for a few days, we should set off."

"You were in Lin'an and won the number one prize. However, you ranked seventh on the list of minor saints because Zhao Xianyou retired, so overall, you haven't improved your ranking, so it's best to be number one on the list of minor saints. Chatting with the holy master is also very confident."

Zhao Huangting patted An Le's shoulder.

Now he has no doubts about An Le's dialogue with the Holy Master.

The Golden Years Qi absorbed from Master Suzhu penetrated into his body, he got up comfortably, and looked at Zhao Huangting in doubt: "I broke the Zhao family's emperor's game in front of Tianxuan Palace, this number one...is it still worth it?"

Zhao Huangting couldn't help laughing when he heard the words.

But I saw the sixth mountain master floating down from the mountain, carrying the pine sword box, saying: "When you became the leader of the civil and martial arts test, in the eyes of the holy mountain, you were the champion."

Then he crossed his arms and added a sentence: "The Zhao family's court has said nothing."

Guru Suzhu and Hua Jiebing from Daping at the foot of the mountain floated up the stone path.

The people met again on the stone path among the mountains full of peach blossoms, the rain fell pattering down, hitting the peach blossoms on both sides, and the muddy water rolled the peach blossoms all over, and went down the mountain road.

"Anle, you take this turmoil fixer."

Hua Jiebing handed Anle the golden-backed broadsword that he had taken from Tianxuan Palace under the eyes of the Emperor of the Zhao family to calm the storm.

The knife is three feet long and has a golden pattern on its back. It seems that there are ancient characters carved on it, and it contains special fluctuations.

The icy raindrops stained the knife and slid down gently, leaving traces of water stains.

"Madam...this..."

An Le looked at the knife handed by Mrs. Hua and hesitated. After all, to Mrs. Hua, this knife is of great significance.

"Come on, for me, when I retrieve this knife from Tianxuan Palace, the meaning contained in it has disappeared, and the dead knife is still there. If someone can control this knife properly, and reproduce the true meaning of the knife , that’s what really matters.”

Hua Jiebing said softly.

Everyone present didn't say a word, but they were quite sad to see this second-grade gold-backed broadsword settling the storm.

This Ding Fengbo was first held by the old grandpa of the Lin family, and the golden knife of Lin Wudi was Ding Fengbo.

After the old man died in battle, the treasured sword was passed on to Lin Dalang, and was lost in the battle against the Yuanmeng army. In the end, the Zhao family royal family somehow retrieved it from the Yuanmeng army and put it in the treasure house.

"A man is dead, but the sword does not want to be dusted."

"I want to go back to the Ganye Temple with Master. After I break through the Nine Realms and refine the Nine Realms Heart Sword, I will come out of the mountain again and kill that Qin Lishi."

Hua Jiebing said seriously.

When An Le heard this, she no longer hesitated, stretched out her hand, and took the settling storm from Hua Jiebing's hand.

As soon as the knife was in his hand, it was not as heavy as imagined. Instead, the quiet blood in his body seemed to surge at this moment, like angry dragons in the river being mobilized by the knife energy, and kept roaring.

The second-grade precious sword is indeed very impressive.

However, after all, it was the first time holding a sword. An Le had a very high sensitivity to swords due to the Dao Fruit of [Natural Swordsman], but his handling of swords was ordinary. Apart from causing blood to surge, there was nothing special about it.

Like swords, knives need to be cultivated.

There is no such thing as An Le holding the sword, but a wonderful scene where the true meaning of the Dao of the Sword emerges in the Ding storm.

Everyone is not surprised.

The sixth mountain lord had no feeling for knives, but he was quite moved by this turmoil, because he saw a little bit of saber intent hidden in the knives.

Raising his hand, sword energy suddenly spewed out from his fingertips, and a peach tree was cut off pitifully in an instant.

The sword energy danced repeatedly, and the peach tree finally turned into an ordinary peach wood scabbard, hanging in front of An Le.

"Swords and swords are the same, they all need to be raised, take a peach wood sheath to keep them calm."

The main road of the sixth mountain.

After An Le thanked the Sixth Mountain Lord, he put the saber on his right waist, the Qingshan Mochi on his left waist, and Ding Fengbo on his right side. He wore a white dress with spring breeze filling his sleeves, which seemed a bit of a quackery The demeanor of a scholar.

"gone."

Master Suzhu spoke.

This incomparably gorgeous master and apprentice, who seemed to have stepped out of a painting, folded their palms together and bowed to everyone.

Countless spring rains turned into lotus flowers with sword energy under their feet, supporting the figures of the master and the apprentice, floating in mid-air, really like Bodhisattva and Guanyin roaming the world.

An Le cupped his fists and made a long bow.

The Sixth Mountain Lord nodded slightly, Li Youan and Zhao Huangting both clasped their fists.

"Take care of yourself."

The crowd opened their mouths.

There is not much sadness of parting. For such a strong person, apart from life and death, there is no permanent parting, only wanting to see and not seeing.

Hua Jiebing and Guru Suzhu didn't stay any longer, stepped on the lotus flower with sword energy, tore apart the rainy curtain, and left in a magnificent manner.

Between the mountain roads outside the sixth mountain.

The tens of thousands of troops arranged by the emperor of the Zhao family raised their heads one after another.

The two generals from Zhen Guo and Fu Guo from the second rank, and the majestic Liu Guanshi from Shangzhu Kingdom who had just been dispatched, all looked up at the Bodhisattva and Guanyin who had left through the sky, and there was no movement at all.

The left and right generals of the Jinwu Guard wanted to draw their swords, but when they saw the majestic Shangzhu Kingdom and the two generals, they didn't move at all, and suddenly let go of the hand holding the sword in embarrassment.

……

……

The rain comes thinly and then sparsely, even if it can't be too much or nothing.

At the foot of the sixth mountain.

A luxurious carriage parked quietly.

Lin Siye was wearing a bamboo hat, a Confucian shirt, a hatchet on his waist, and a black spear on his back. He patted the horse that was bathed in the spring rain.

On the shaft of the chariot, Lin Zhuifeng sat cross-legged with a fire stick on his waist and a bamboo hat on his head.

In the carriage, Lin Qingyin lifted the curtain from time to time, looking at the misty Sixth Mountain.

Suddenly, on the mountain road covered by mist and rain, several figures slowly walked down.

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain carried a pine sword box on his back, followed by Fairy Yunrou holding an umbrella, followed by Li Youan, Zhao Huangting and Anle in white.

Fourth master Lin floated over, and seeing Zhao Huangting, who had a restrained aura and no more flames of Nirvana burning, there was a strange look in his eyes.

"The carriage is ready, and it happens that Zhuifeng and Jiumei are walking with you."

Fourth Master Lin said.

"I won't leave, I will live in Lanke Temple for a long time."

Zhao Huangting heard the words, glanced at the carriage, smiled lightly, got into the carriage without saying anything.

Li You'an nodded towards Fourth Master Lin, he climbed into the sky with one step and disappeared, but his aura was vaguely lingering, and he would escort the chariot all the way.

An Le turned towards the Sixth Mountain Lord, Fairy Yunrou and Fourth Master Lin clasped their fists and bowed.

"Walk around the rivers and lakes, see the wind, the sword needs to be sharpened, wait until the seventh mountain opens, I hope your sword can surprise me."

The Sixth Mountain Master said with a rare soft smile.

An Le made a long bow.

Fourth Master Lin had a hatchet on his waist, and he couldn't help nodding with a smile.

Tao Li Chunfeng has a glass of wine, the lights of the rivers and lakes night rain for ten years.

There will be a period later.

An Le turned around and got into the chariot.

Lin Zhuifeng wore a bamboo hat, and as soon as he pulled the reins, the chariot began to drive slowly towards the outside of the mountain road.

Lin Siye and the Sixth Mountain Lord also ascended to the sky and disappeared into the sky.

The wheels rolled the mud of the mountain road.

The roar of the rainstorm grew louder.

At the intersection of the mountain road, tens of thousands of people are covered with iron armor, which is dense and cold.

Liu Guanshi of Shangzhu State carried a long spear on his back and steered a bay red horse, which neighed in the rain.

On the side, the generals of Zhen Guo and Fu Guo are also riding horses.

The two generals of the Jinwu Guard on the left and right squinted their eyes, and they could see a carriage staggering on the rain-curtained mountain road.

coming!

The left and right Jinwu Guard generals narrowed their eyes.

The eyes of Liu Guanshi from Shangzhu Kingdom suddenly burst out with brilliance, he drew his sword and raised his sword suddenly, his voice tearing through the rainstorm.

"Draw the knife!"

With a sharp shout, the sound exploded, and countless raindrops burst.

The armored soldiers behind them drew their swords one after another, and the light of the swords rushed to the sky!

And in the rickety carriage.

Facing the majestic Ten Thousand Air Machine.

An Le sat upright, his eyes froze, the white clothes involuntarily fluttered, the blood in his body began to surge slowly, the Qingshan Mochi trembled slightly, and the sword chant was already uttering according to his heart.

But the old uncle stretched out his hand and pressed down on his shoulder, the turbulent blood in his body immediately calmed down.

"I borrow a knife from this old man."

Zhao Huangting's eyes were somewhat complicated, and he said softly.

An Le didn't say much, and pulled out his waist to fix the storm.

Zhao Huangting grasped the wind and wave, stepped out with one step, and the horizontal knife floated on the hood of the luxurious chariot.

In an instant, a brilliant saber aura and supreme heroic aura swept up from him, smashing the wind and rain in the sky.

Liu Guanshi of the Shangzhu Kingdom who rode the horse immediately got off his horse, and the two generals of Zhen Guo and Fu Guo also followed, leaving only the two left and right Jin Wuwei generals with a confused look on their faces.

The three of them covered their armor and stood by the side of the horse, standing in the rain, holding their long knives obliquely.

The mighty Shangzhu Kingdom suddenly stuck the knife in his hand to the ground.

"Give the Lin family a golden knife!"

"Send it to the old emperor!"

The torrential rain froze for an instant.

Tens of thousands of iron armored soldiers followed suit, stabbing their knives on the ground one after another, looking at the old man sitting on the chariot with a golden knife, the ten thousand people's armor clanged and roared in unison like a spring thunder after a cloud.

"Give the Lin family a golden knife!"

"Send it to the old emperor!"

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