Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 119 Daoguo sloughs off the body of the divine sword, like a tomb sword bell ringing three times [ask for a monthly ticket]

Su Muzhe didn't know what kind of swordsmanship talent this handsome young man in front of him had, which could make Zhao Huangting, the master of swordsmanship who amazed the whole world, be so respected.

He even said that the boy is the hope of Jianchi Palace.

Even if it bears the green hills, how far it can go and how far it can grow is still unknown. Why do you think now that the young man will become the hope of Jianchi Palace?

The hope of Jianchi Palace... is to give birth to another Ten Realm Sword Master.

Anle, can you?
Su Muzhe didn't know, but she believed in Zhao Huangting, just like when she was ignorant and ignorant, she believed in him unconditionally, even though five hundred years have passed, she still hasn't changed.

"Good."

Su Muzhe smiled and said.

Zhao Huangting said that Anle is the hope of Jianchi Palace, so she thinks it is.

Looking at the no longer young woman's eyes bursting out with the same trust light as before, Zhao Huangting couldn't help trembling in his heart.

That belief made his shoulders heavy and his heart blocked.

"Let's go, let's pack up and go directly to Jianchi Palace."

"I'm running out of time."

Zhao Huangting avoided the woman's gaze, looked at the sparkling lake outside the window, and said softly.

Su Muzhe didn't refuse, she raised her hand and touched her forehead.

An Le could feel that the entire Jiangju Building seemed to be constantly trembling and shaking under the impact of a hurricane, and then he could hear the clanging sound resounding unceasingly, one sword after another came from the palace of Su Muzhe's eyebrows with sword energy roared out.

"Now you have sealed the fire of Nirvana with your mind and spirit, and your body can't bear the fatigue and bumps. Let's take this Jianhe and go straight to Jianchi Palace."

Su Muzhe said to Zhao Huangting, his voice was very gentle.

"The carriage stays in Jiangjulou, Mei Niang will help take care of it, and the horse will be well fed."

Su Muzhe said.

Zhao Huangting did not refuse, a sword came loose to support his body, Su Muzhe also sat sideways on it, riding the same sword with Zhao Huangting.

The sword energy suddenly roared out, enveloping the two of them, and at the window of the third floor of Jiangju Building, they soared upward like a white crane with wings spread, and flew across the sky.

The sun shone brightly, and it fell on the old man and the woman who were riding the sword.

There was a smile on the corner of the woman's lips, as if she wanted to stop time at this moment.

An Le, Lin Qingyin and Lin Zhuifeng all had swords held up under their bodies.

Without any resistance, they let the swords support them and gallop out of Jiangju Tower.

The huge Jiangling prefecture city is being lowered to appear, and countless flying swords are flying across the sky, like migrating migratory birds, densely packed, like a river of swords.

Many people in the city raised their heads and looked up. There were ordinary people, practitioners, and some who followed all the way from Lin'an, who had been ordered and harbored evildoers in their hearts.

However, under the coercion of this female sword god who is no weaker than Li Youan, these practitioners with evil intentions can only put away this unwillingness.

An Le, dressed in white, was sitting on the sword. He could feel that every sword around him seemed to contain divine intent, as if he was connected with the female sword god.

The sword has a spirit, and one person controls ten thousand swords, just like a shepherd shepherding sheep.

And this female sword god is shepherding the sword.

After leaving the Jiangling Mansion and continuing to move forward, the scenery of the Shu land began to come into view. The uncanny scenery made everyone sitting on the flying sword and admiring the mountains and rivers below them feel refreshed and happy.

Qutang is winding down, and Wu Gorge is towering.

Lianfeng is a little strange, the color of the stone turns green.

Heavenly workmanship is ingenious, and gradually wants to be magnificent.

Turbulent rivers, continuous but jagged peaks, and all kinds of steep and dangerous cliffs are frequently dotted among the mountains and rivers.

An Le was dazzled by the sight, even practitioners would feel their insignificance in front of such uncanny workmanship of nature.

Jianhe flew for about an hour, and the female sword god Su Mu covered many sword weapons, broke through the clouds, and descended into the sea of ​​clouds.

A huge city came into view immediately, the prosperity of that city was not weaker than Jiangling Mansion, even surpassed.

An Le knew that this was the famous Jinguan City in Shu, and Jianchi Palace was located in this beautiful city.

The sword light fell into Jinguan City, and a breeze was blown around it. The hibiscus flowers in the city were in full bloom, and the heaven and earth were filled with a pleasant fragrance.

Jinguan City has a long history and has existed for a long time. It is an ancient city that is not inferior to Lin'an. Walking around, you can feel that the scenery in the city is very different.

There was a slight drizzle in the sky, the drizzle was as moist as crisp, and it was not cold when sprinkled on the body, it seemed to bring hope to the world.

Stepping on the green stone road covered with moss, An Le bathed in the spring rain and walked calmly in this ancient city. The people in the city come and go, and each of them seems to have a sword on their waist. What kind of swords, iron swords, wooden swords, bamboo swords... all kinds of swords are available.

It seems... In this city, it looks very outdated without a sword.

"This is the style of Jinguan City. Jianchi Palace and Jinguan City have coexisted for a long time. This city has long been integrated with Jianchi Palace. It can be said... Jinguan City is Jianchi Palace, and Jianchi Palace It is Jinguan City."

"The Great Zhao Dynasty can't control this city."

Zhao Huangting seemed to see the surprise in An Le's eyes, and said with a smile.

"The most famous thing in Jianchi Palace is the sword. Therefore, everyone in Jinguan City wears a sword, and there is a kind of romantic air of a swordsman."

"The old man was young and vigorous, and he traveled around the world with a sword as a young man. When he came to Jinguan City, he was attracted by this city pure for swords, so he stopped in this city for 50 years."

Zhao Huangting had nostalgia in his eyes.

He used to have a romantic life here, and now when his life is about to come to an end, he set foot in this city again, feeling inexplicably peaceful in his heart, going around, this city is the most peaceful for him.

An Le was actually a little surprised. He thought that the famous sects like Jianchi Palace should be on a steep mountain, but he never thought that they were directly integrated with an old city.

Strolling on the bluestone road moistened by the fine rain, Anle walked unhurriedly, feeling the vicissitudes and the breath of time contained in this ancient city.

People have gods, cities have spirits, and everything in the world has its own unique traces and meanings.

During the steps, the primordial spirit in Anle Meixin Niwan Palace slowly opened his eyes. He could vaguely feel that in this city where everyone wears swords, there is a wisp of sword intent and sword energy surging in the ground. Like countless flood snakes rolling on the ground.

Su Muzhe paused, and couldn't help but glance at An Le, feeling a little surprised.

Zhao Huangting stroked his beard and walked forward without being surprised.

It seems that An Le's situation is not weird at all.

While walking through the ancient city, An Le's mind grew stronger bit by bit, and the sword energy contained in the entire city was lingering around his body bit by bit.

It seems that the whole body is intertwined with an aura that belongs to the sword alone.

"A born swordsman."

Su Muzhe was thoughtful. Now, she seemed to really believe that An Le's talent might bring hope to Jianchi Palace as Zhao Huangting said.

Walking along the long street of Jinguan City, when you reach the end of the road, you will see a huge jade tablet archway.

The letter on the archway: Jianchi Palace.

The three words "Flying and Flying Phoenix" seem to be engraved with sword energy, and you can feel the sharpness in it just by looking at it, and you want to burst out.

After crossing the archway, there is a straight bamboo forest that goes straight into the sky like a vertical sword. The bamboo forest is secluded, and the leaves exude the unique fragrance of bamboo leaves.

For bamboo, An Le and Zhao Huangting both have a different relationship. The two like the tranquility brought by the bamboo forest and the quietness that cleanses the soul.

Passing through the bamboo forest, there is a burst of "jingling" in my ears.

Anle froze for a moment.

"This is a lot of disciples in Jianchi Palace forging iron and forging swords."

Su Muzhe explained.

"Jianchi Palace has rules. Every disciple of Jianchi Palace not only needs to know how to use a sword, but also needs to be able to forge a sword. Of course, you are not required to be a master swordsmith, but at least you must be able to understand the structure of a sword. learn."

"Forge a sword of your own with your own hands, which will shorten the distance with the sword and cut off the barrier between you and the sword."

When An Le heard this, she couldn't help showing a look of surprise on her face.

However, it is not surprising to think that Jianchi Palace is not only a world-renowned holy place for swordsmanship, but also a place where swords are forged.

"Jianchi Palace's sword casting is notoriously powerful. Most of the famous swords in the world come from Jianchi Palace, not only because of the special nature of Jianchi Lake that can temper swords, but also because of the sword casting of Jianchi Palace. All the sword masters are famous far and wide."

Zhao Huangting introduced to An Le.

"Let's go directly to Jianchi Lake and let this kid feel the atmosphere of Jianchi Lake. By the way, let him try to ring the sword bell that has stood in front of Jianchi Lake for thousands of years. Is it compatible with this sword?" Zhong Youyuan."

Su Muzhe nodded upon hearing the words.

Leading the way directly along the stone path into the ground covered with green lawns on both sides.

There is a gentle breeze blowing from the sky and the earth, carrying the drizzle like oil, with the green hills and ink ponds pinned to An Le's waist, he can vaguely feel the erratic sword energy in the air.

After walking for a while, the eyes suddenly opened up. There are simple and unadorned buildings on both sides, which are dotted on the grass and woodland.

It is densely packed, like a rather primitive village.

In every house, the sound of knocking and knocking resounded, and An Le glanced occasionally, and saw that inside the unclosed door, a shirtless figure with a hammer was beating the sword embryo on the flame-breathing furnace.

An Le suddenly felt a burst of depression, as if his soul was at this moment, almost numb from being burned by these flames.

"This is taken from the Earth Immortal Fire under Jinguan City. Those who can have a sword-forging furnace here to forge swords are all elders of Jianchi Palace. Basically, every elder is a famous swordsmith."

Su Mu concealed a smile and introduced, with a confident smile hanging on the corner of his lips.

"Becoming a swordsmith certified by Jianchi Palace is by no means an easy task. It doesn't mean that one can become a swordsmith of Jianchi Palace after forging a sword."

"First of all, you must be able to control the sword casting furnace of Jianchi Palace, and secondly, you must be able to control the Earth Immortal Fire. Finally, you must be able to forge at least fifth-grade swords before you can become a swordsmith in Jianchi Palace."

"Among the many disciples in Jianchi Palace every year, there are very few who can truly become swordsmiths."

An Le nodded. As expected of the No. [-] Kendo sect, it really has a profound foundation.

Everyone walked for a while, and suddenly, An Le felt a burst of extremely cold water vapor, as if his soul was about to be frozen.

The water vapor of Jianchi Lake.

An Le raised his eyes, and he could see a huge lake, just like that.

In terms of size, the lake is almost the same as the West Lake in Lin'an Prefecture, but the feeling of the lake and the lake is completely different!
If the West Lake is a beautiful woman in colorful clothes, then Jianchi Lake...is a blood-stained swordsman wearing a bamboo hat and leaning on a cold front!

The styles of the two are diametrically opposed.

The grassland spread all the way to the edge of the lake, and then it cut open suddenly like a cliff, revealing a circle of steep cliffs about ten meters in length, enclosing Jianchi Lake in it.

"That is Jianchi Lake. There is only one road leading to Jianchi Lake, and that is the bluestone road under your feet."

"Because this is the path followed step by step by the sword practitioners of Jianchi Palace in the past. If you go to Jianchi Lake from other directions, your flesh and blood will wither away from the sword intent of Jianchi Lake, your soul will collapse, and you will be completely useless. .”

"Unless you set foot on the ninth or tenth realm, there is no other choice but this path."

Su Muzhe said.

Walk along this road all the way to the end, and at the end of the road, there is an incomparably huge clock, which is completely stacked and welded by swords, quietly placed on a stone platform piled up with ancient stones. above.

From a distance, what An Le saw was not a clock, but a tomb.

Jianzhong, Jianzhong!
An Le was a little dazed, and in the cold wind blowing along with the icy Jianchi Lake water vapor, there seemed to be lingering sobs of dead souls.

That is the soul of the sword buried in the sword mound!
An Le's pace became slower and slower, and he gradually stopped at the same place. He was listening carefully, as if he wanted to hear the voices of these sword souls clearly.

Zhao Huangting and Su Muzhe paused, and looked over suspiciously.

Lin Qingyin and Lin Zhuifeng were also very puzzled.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Huangting asked with a frown.

An Le raised his head, his eyes were full of complex expressions: "Senior, is that Jianzhong?"

"Why does it look... like a grave."

An Le's words made Su Muzhe's body freeze suddenly, and he looked at An Le in disbelief.

Zhao Huangting's eyebrows were raised, and the corners of his lips twitched for a while: "Did you see it?"

Su Muzhe took a deep breath: "The sword bell is also a sword tomb, the broken swords in Jianchi Palace, those dead swords will all be melted into the sword bell... So, the sword bell is also a sword tomb. "

"Very few people can see the special nature of the sword bell before it is rung, and you are the first one."

There seemed to be a little light in Su Muzhe's eyes.

Where dead swords are cast and buried.

An Le nodded, exhaling a foul breath, the [Natural Swordsman] Dao Fruit in his body was trembling unceasingly, echoing the sword on the sword bell, and the [Blood Avalokitesvara] Dao Fruit was also trembling, echoing the sword bell Soul of the Sword.

Around the gigantic sword bell, one figure after another circled the stone platform where the sword bell was placed. They had never set foot on the stone steps of the stone platform, nor tried to ring the ancient bell.

"Huh? Among these people... besides your disciples from Jianchi Palace, why are there people from Dali Kingdom?"

Zhao Huangting suddenly discovered something and said in surprise.

Su Muzhe said helplessly: "Jinguan City is too close to Dali Kingdom, and the wheelchair national teacher of Dali Kingdom often sends the disciples of the Star Picking Sect to try to ring the bell in Jianchi Palace, and feel the Jianchi Lake. sword intent."

"However, the principle of Jianchi Palace has always been that as long as the sword bell can be rung, it means destiny and will not hinder it."

Zhao Huangting laughed when he heard this.

"Li Youan's sword energy is accompanied by starlight. Back then, the wheelchair national teacher of Dali Kingdom even sent several star kings from the Star Reaching Sect to find Li Youan in person. He wanted to persuade Li Youan to join the Star Reaching Sect. The national teacher even took the position of Pope. They all planned to vacate, but in the end those Xingjun were all drawn by Li Youan with his sword."

"The Star Picking Sect also seems to be paranoid about swords. Their starlight sword aura... is really interesting."

Su Muzhe nodded: "The national teacher once came in a wheelchair, bathed in the starlight, and wanted to enter Jianchi Lake and spy on the secrets at the bottom of Jianchi Lake, but he took the sword of the old sword master and just spat some blood. , and retreated."

"Can resist the old sword master's sword, this wheelchair national teacher... I am afraid that he has reached the peak of the Nine Realms, and he is only one step away from breaking the realm. Unfortunately, this step is a natural moat."

Zhao Huangting expressed a little regret and said.

"Dali has a star list, which ranks the geniuses in Dali before the age of 30. Those who are sitting around the sword bell are mobilizing and ready to ring the bell in their prime. They are the proud sons of the star list .”

"Look at that woman in blue, her name is Lu Ziwei, she is only 23 years old, and she has already stepped into the Double Sixth Realm. She is the proud son of the current generation of the Star Picking Sect, and she can fight even with those monstrous evildoers of the Yuanmeng Empire." , Isn't the seventh mountain of the holy mountain about to be opened? The national teacher will let this girl fight for it."

"I didn't refuse them to come. The relationship between Jianchi Palace and Zhaixingjiao is not bad. It's just competition with each other, which can also stimulate the geniuses in my Jianchi Palace."

Su Muzhe said.

An Le could hear it too, and couldn't help but look around, and saw a girl in blue sitting cross-legged about a hundred steps away from Jianzhong.

Perhaps feeling the gaze, the woman opened her eyes slightly, and the eyes seemed to be twinkling with stars. Turning her head to look, she collided with An Le's gaze.

After a while, the woman nodded slightly towards An Le, and looked away.

An Le was not polite, and directly absorbed five wisps of time energy from the woman. His heart skipped a beat, and a ray of golden age energy was born. Many practitioners sitting cross-legged around him had a lot of time energy. Take advantage of all opportunities.

In addition to absorbing the five wisps of age energy from Jiang Julou's wide-body and fat Mei Niang today, there are a total of 25 strands of age energy, all of which have been absorbed.

The rest did not produce golden years.

An Le didn't find it so strange.

Feeling the trembling [Natural Swordsman] Dao Fruit, An Le thought for a while, gritted his teeth, and sacrificed Beng Jian and the strand of Golden Time Qi he had just obtained, and then consumed 22 wisps of Time Qi, Thoroughly bless the trembling [Natural Swordsman] Dao Fruit with a hundred wisps of time energy.

All of a sudden, An Le only felt a majestic sword energy gushing out of his body, swimming through his limbs, unimpeded, every inch of skin, every inch of bone, and even every hair contained sword energy!

Standing on the spot, an invisible sword energy that could not be restrained spread from under his feet, spread to his body, and burst out from the sky cap.

Poured into the sky, it seems that the clouds are blown away by the original circle of waves!

The green mountain and the ink pool worn at the waist were both trembling, sending out extremely resonant sword chants!

at the same time.

In the distance, the sword bell, which was quietly sitting on the stone platform like a sword mound, trembled slightly, and the dust shook off, then floated up, and fell off the platform an inch.

Then it seemed to be knocked invisible by someone.

There were actually three distant bell sounds accompanied by endless sword chants in succession!
Beside An Le, Su Muzhe and Zhao Huangting listened to the chime of swords, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

The woman in blue who was entrenched far away from the sword bell, as well as many practitioners from the Dali Kingdom who were preparing to ring the bell, and the disciples from Jianchi Lake all opened their eyes in astonishment.

No one rings the bell.

The sword bell... why did it ring three times? !
But the peace of the instigator is not known.

Stand still on the spot, above the body, the sword energy is self-generated!

[Tao gives birth to one, life to two, time does not live, seasons flow, Tao fruit sloughs by itself]

[Naturally born swordsman sloughs, divine sword body]

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