Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 122 An old sword master walks out from the bottom of the lake, betting on the promise of the entire Jianchi Palace 【Ask for a monthly ticket】

The melodious bells gradually spread out, like a deep-sea giant whale about to fall, making its last mournful cry towards the world.

The bell rings 36, swords are hanging all over the city!
In Jinguan City, the light rain is as moist as crisp, and it pours down densely, staining the swords suspended one after another by the inexplicable air force. The water flows along the sword tips, like a sword in tears.

All the people in the city, whether they were pawns and merchants, literati, singers and prostitutes, or those practitioners in Jinguan City who rose with swords, looked at this vision that shocked the entire city, and they were all in awe.

This kind of situation where swords are hanging all over the city has never appeared in Jinguan City, even if it is recorded in ancient books, there are no such cases.

The sword mound screamed, and all the swords in the city were hanging, as if watching the dead sword weapon, making the final parting.

What happened in Jianchi Palace, and who is the person who beat the time-honored sword bell?
Many people are curious, and they are very curious about the person who can ring the bell 36 times.

Facing the sword bell, being able to ring the bell represents the relationship with the sword, and ringing 36...what does it mean?
Even the people and practitioners living in Jinguan City can hardly imagine the meaning behind the 36 rings.

Even the old sword master who protected Jianchi Palace for a long time could only ring the bell 35 times!

But whoever knocked out such bell waves, could it be possible that they have the potential to become a new generation of sword masters? !
In Jianchi Palace.

It was quiet, and everyone looked in the direction of Jianchi Lake in silence, feeling the bell that had disappeared but still seemed to be echoing in their ears.

What kind of person is able to ring such a bell?

The disciples of Jianchi Palace were all filled with endless curiosity, because what this person created was not only a legend, but also broke the unprecedented record of Jianchi Palace.

When the bell rings eighteen times, Jianchi Palace can forge a second-grade sword for it.

Now, this person directly rings the bell 36, doubled, such a person... I am afraid that he will definitely become a guest of Jianchi Palace!
Even, the master swordsmith can be provoked to forge a first-grade sword for him!
In front of Jianchi Lake.

The breeze was gentle, carrying with it cold water vapor.

An Le stood in front of the cracked stone platform, sweating profusely, and the sweat soaked his white clothes.

He panted heavily, every inch of flesh and blood in his body seemed to be trembling, like light rain falling on his body, directly evaporated into misty heat by the scalding blood.

An Le's mind and body felt exhausted like never before, as if she had squeezed out all her strength and exhausted all her mind.

Compared to the time when he swung his sword in front of the Tianxuan Palace in Lin'an Mansion with the help of [Heroic Induction] to chop off the palm of the emperor of the Zhao family and shatter the great array of primordial spirits that covered the entire Baiyu Square, he was even more tired and exhausted.

Even though An Le's cultivation base has stepped into the double five realms because of this, this exhaustion still surges out irresistibly.

Of course, An Le wasn't worried at all. He knew that this was the situation left by the Tongshen Sword Body after communicating with the ancient sword bell and the sword mound where many sword weapons were buried.

Ringing the bell at 36 depends not only on fate.

It is also an exchange of divinity between the divine sword body and the dying sword soul of the dead sword weapon.

An Le sat down on the stone platform, raised his hand and patted the sword bell, which became extremely hot because of the continuous vibration of the bell.

A ray of innate air gushes out from the inner alchemy, and in the Niwan Palace between the eyebrows, a little bit of glow is raised behind the primordial spirit!

Forging the body and stepping into the five realms, lingering with the innate qi, refining the spirit is also stepping into the five realms of sitting and forgetting, and the glow of sitting and forgetting is born behind it.

Touching the sword bell with the palm of your hand, it seems that you can feel that all the sword souls of the dead sword weapons have returned and gathered in this sword bell.

Every sword has its own story and soul.

Even though they are dead, they still leave traces of time.

An Le got up and looked at the sword clock that landed on the stone platform again. At this moment, he seemed to have an invisible connection with this ancient clock.

If possible, he could even easily move the sword bell away.

Smiling, turned and walked down the stone platform.

The breath all over the body steamed, like a rosy glow.

The white clothes became dry and dry, and the green hills and ink pools fell on his waist. After the baptism of the sword bell and waves this time, the impurities on the sword body seemed to have faded a lot.

This sword has reached the fifth rank because of absorbing the energy of calligraphy and ink.Under the baptism of 36 bell waves, the rank was directly promoted.

From a fifth-grade sword weapon to a fourth-grade sword weapon.

The spirit of calligraphy and ink in the sword has not increased. After all, Anle has never painted or composed poems in these days, and there are quite few literary and ink activities, so he has never nurtured and cultivated this sword.

However, the promotion of the rank of the sword this time is not because of the spirit of calligraphy, but because of the changes in the sword itself. The impurities in the sword body are washed under the bell waves, bathed in sword energy, and the sword is derived. The soul of the instrument.

This is the key to Mo Chi's promotion to the fourth rank.

Qingshan was washed by Zhong Bo, but there was no improvement in rank.

But Anle could feel that the connection between himself and Qingshan was getting closer and closer. He even vaguely saw the clouds and mists in front of the mountain being swept away by the bell waves, revealing a cloud-shrouded mountain road.

As long as he sets foot on this road, he can ascend the green hills and complete the ancient scriptures.

An Le, who had evaporated her sweat, was refreshed with her hair flying. At this moment, it was like a sword fairy walking out from the side of the sword bell.

All eyes fell on the young man who created the miracle of Jianchi Palace.

The bell strikes 36, incredible!

Su Muzhe's eyes gleamed with excitement, and now she absolutely believed what Zhao Huangting said, that Anle could bring hope to Jianchi Palace.

Zhao Huangting's eyes were full of relief, and there was a smug smile on the corner of his lips.

On his side was Wan Juliu who was shirtless, and Wan Juliu looked directly at An Le, full of excitement.

In addition, on the Qingshiban road, the disciples of Jianchi Palace, who were originally preparing to ring the bell, looked wildly, excitedly, and in awe.

After the bell rings 36, you can see the Sword Fairy!
The young man at this moment is the sword fairy in their hearts!
Even Lu Shisan, who was vomiting blood by Zhong Bozhen, clenched his fists, his face was full of excitement, without any dissatisfaction or dissatisfaction.

He only rang the sword bell for 15 rings. Compared with the 36 rings of this handsome young man in front of him, he is a scumbag.

But, what does it matter?

I can listen to the 36 ringing of the sword bell in this life, no regrets!
What's more, Lu Shisan was still under the baptism of Zhong Bo and gained a lot.

The practitioners on the star list of Dali Kingdom also looked at An Le in amazement. As they were sent by the Dali State Teacher to Jianchi Palace all the year round, they knew very well how difficult it was to ring the sword bell, and they had to ring more It is more difficult to make a sound.

Even Lu Ziwei, who was number one on the star list, only knocked 17 times.

Lu Ziwei's eyes trembled slightly. At this moment, she was very curious about this young man who looked like a sword fairy. When did such a character appear in the Great Zhao Dynasty.

But seeing that handsome young man coming like a sword fairy, his eyes swept away and fell on the second prince Zhao Pei.

An Le doesn't recognize Zhao Pei, but she can vaguely guess the other party's identity.

Dressed in luxurious clothes, pampered and pampered, the noble air of being in a high position.

Zhao Huangting once told him that there was a second prince who practiced in the Heavenly Master's Mansion, and he was ranked second in the list of minor saints, second only to Zhao Xianyou's genius of the Zhao family.

Now, it should refer to the one in front of him.

When he was in Jiangling Mansion before, the veteran Taoist who made the move came from Tianshi Mansion, and An Le guessed that the second prince should have appeared.

"Second prince, it's your turn to ring the bell, please."

An Le's white clothes were bulging, her sleeves were full of breeze, her hair was flying, her eyes fell on the second prince, and she spoke calmly.

All of a sudden, everyone's eyes fell on Zhao Pei, the second prince.

Earlier, they also saw this man in Chinese clothes jumping in line to go up the stone platform, trying to beat the young man to ring the bell.

As a result, he was thrown out of the stone platform by the heavenly dragon aura burst out by the young man.

At this moment, the boy had finished ringing the bell. Logically speaking, it was indeed this man's turn.

Zhao Pei's face was cold and silent, and the golden sand between his eyebrows was cracked. Although it was still being repaired, this meant that the connection between him and the Purple Qi Golden Lotus had been weakened a lot, and he had to spend time cultivating it. Only then can the connection between Ziqi Golden Lotus and itself be restored.

As for ringing the bell...

It is absolutely impossible for Zhao Pei to ring the sword bell at this time.

Going on stage at this moment is just asking for humiliation.

Even if he had the Purple Qi Golden Lotus, he couldn't guarantee that he could ring the bell for 18 rings, let alone the hopeless record of 36 rings of An Le.

He was shattered by An Le's invincible power, and also shattered the connection with the Purple Qi Golden Lotus by the continuous bell waves...

At this time, he would not foolishly stand on the stage and ring the bell.

The second prince, Zhao Peihua, took a deep look at An Le, turned around and walked away without any movement, heading towards King Jiangling and Master Li of Tianshi Mansion who were holding umbrellas in the distance.

In the eyes of many people, the back view looks a bit like running away.

But no one ridiculed Zhao Pei. At this time, who would dare to ring the sword bell?

The aftermath and shock of 36 rings were beyond their ability to bear.

Even, for at least a month, no one would dare to climb the stone platform to ring the sword bell. It's one thing to be bored, but another to be in awe of the records.

Sword qi galloped forward, and the strong men in the Sword Pool Palace all approached. Those swordsmiths who walked out of the house also came with great strides, wanting to meet the man who created the Sword Pool Palace. Marvel characters.

Many Jianchi Palace disciples embraced their swords and performed the salute one after another, their hearts were horrified. These great practitioners of Jianchi Palace, who were rarely seen on weekdays, actually came out of the customs at this moment.

When the silver-haired old man full of sword energy came from the sky, even Su Muzhe, the lord of Jianchi Palace, had to hold his sword and bow to show respect.

"Meet Master Wang!"

Everyone performed the ceremony one after another.

Even Zhao Huangting put away his wantonness and held his fists together to perform the ceremony.

After all, the person who came was Wang Yansheng, who was the most experienced in Jianchi Palace and also known as the number one swordsmith in the world.

The Jiangling King holding the umbrella had a solemn face and bowed slightly.

However, the old swordsmith dismissed him, and didn't even stop his gaze for a moment.

King Jiangling looked as usual.

But the real person of Tianshi Mansion and the second prince Zhao Pei couldn't help frowning.

"He is Wang Yansheng."

King Jiangling said softly.

The brows of Zhao Pei and Li Qingchuan, the real person of Tianshi Mansion, instantly relaxed.

The old man walked on the Qingshi Road, his eyes swept over, and his eyes fell on Zhao Huangting first: "The fire of Nirvana is one of the three disasters in the ten realms. You ignited the fire of Nirvana, but suppressed it with the heart sword of Ganye Temple, and continued your life." A little... It seems that I still feel unwilling."

Zhao Huangting said with a smile: "Longevity does not exist in this world, so life and death don't matter, but I can only ask for a quick profit."

The old swordsmith nodded: "It's good, it looks free and easy, and it's better than many people who are unscrupulous when the deadline is approaching."

"It's ridiculous, Zhao is just an ordinary person."

Zhao Huangting said.

The old swordsmith smiled: "However, you ordinary person brought a big surprise to Jianchi Palace today."

Hearing this, Zhao Huangting immediately grinned and laughed, a lot of pride appeared on his face.

"Qingshan will not choose the wrong person, and I, Zhao Huangting, will not be mistaken either."

The old swordsmith's gaze shifted, and he landed on the distant Jianchi Lake that was divided into two.

His primordial spirit could feel the gaze in Jianchi Lake that seemed to make the world look pale, and a smile could not help but hang on the corner of his lips.

The old man cupped his fists and bowed.

Seeing the old swordsmith's actions, Wan Jieliu, who had followed the old swordsmith for many years, reacted instantly, his complexion changed slightly, and he immediately clasped his fists and held the big gift.

Su Muzhe, as well as many swordsmiths and great practitioners in Jianchi Palace, all changed their expressions, and without hesitation, they all bowed and held the big gift.

An Le couldn't help turning around to look, the green hills and ink ponds around his waist were trembling uncontrollably, and there seemed to be a majestic sword intent surging between the heaven and the earth.

It seems that there is a peerless divine blade, which is slowly being unsheathed.

In Jianchi Lake, an old man dressed in loose linen clothes, with white hair reaching his waist, and a white beard reaching his waist, walked out slowly like this.

The ancestor of Jianchi Palace, the old sword master who set foot in the land fairyland!
As soon as the Juggernaut appeared, everyone's swords began to tremble uncontrollably, including An Le's Qingshan.

At this moment, everyone's heart was surging, they felt surprised but took it for granted.

The reason for the surprise was that no one thought that this old sword master, who hadn't shown his face for hundreds of years, would walk out of Jianchi Lake like this. Even if he beat Zhao Huangting back then, the old sword master only relied on a wisp of energy.

But today, the old sword master cut open the Jianchi lake and walked out of the spring rain accompanied by Zhong Bo Yumu.

Su Muzhe was extremely excited, and pursed his red lips. As long as the old sword master is still there, the Jianchi Palace will be extremely stable, and the coveted forces and strong men of all parties will not dare to make any changes.

As the old man walked step by step, the sword energy between the heaven and the earth gradually extinguished, like an ordinary old man in sackcloth, strolling towards him.

The old swordsmith Wang Yansheng bowed to the old sword master again.

The old sword master smiled, raised his hand and raised his hand lightly: "At this age, I don't need to care about these vain rituals."

The old swordsmith smiled lightly: "I never thought that today I invited all of you out."

"It has been 600 years since the sword bell rang thirty times, and today it rings 36. How can the old man not come out and have a look? If the old man continues to sit at the bottom of the lake, it is disrespectful to the sword mound and the sword. The old sword master smiled, and then his eyes fell on An Le, who was dressed in white.

The gaze of the old sword master did not give Anle any sense of oppression, but instead felt a sense of comfort like a spring breeze.

"The relationship between man and sword is the key for kendo practitioners to break through the confusion and walk out of the road."

"When you set foot on Jianchi Lake, I didn't think you could ring the bell 36 times, but you gave me an unimaginable surprise."

"Old Fut came to see you, but I don't think it's surprising."

There seemed to be sword energy in the eyes of the old man, and the whole person seemed to be formed by the condensation of sword energy. A slight gust of wind could make the old man in front of him go home with the wind.

An Le felt the body of Tongshen Sword trembling slightly, as if there was nothing to hide from under the eyes of the old man.

The old sword master stepped forward and appeared beside An Le, raised his hand, and gently tapped An Le's forehead.

In the sword furnace between eyebrows, those sonorous sword spirits calmed down one after another.

"The fate of you and the sword, the fate of meeting you and me, are all in these two streams of sword energy. This is what you deserve by ringing the bell 36 times."

"I hope these two wisps of sword energy can help you."

"From now on, Jianchi Lake will stand by your side. As long as you are worthy of the sword, Jianchi Lake... will be worthy of you."

The old sword master's voice was ethereal but extremely soft.

The next moment, there were two majestic sword energy surges, one burst into the Niwan Palace between the eyebrows, and the other suddenly appeared around the dantian inner alchemy.

The Tongshen sword body seems to be cheering, absorbing the special artistic conception and power contained in the sword energy bit by bit.

On the other side, everyone on the lawn was shocked by the words of the old sword master.

Su Muzhe and other people in Jianchi Palace were terrified. The old sword master's words... had extraordinary significance, which was equivalent to acknowledging Anle's status in Jianchi Palace. Jianchi Palace will do its best to bind Anle together.

Even Zhao Huangting twitched his eyebrows, extremely surprised, this old sword master...couldn't have seen something?

To be so sure that he bet Jianchi Palace on An Le?
"An era is coming to an end, and the future belongs to the newcomers."

"You should firmly hold the sword in your heart, and the sword will not let you down."

The old sword master said with a gentle smile.

He patted An Le's shoulder, speaking earnestly.

An Le recovered from the two majestic and shocking sword qi bit by bit, suppressed the urge to study the two sword qi, and clasped his fists together: "Thank you, senior."

far away.

The King of Jiangling, Li Qingchuan of the Tianshi Mansion and the Second Prince Zhao Pei also heard the words of the old Sword Master.

The second prince Zhao Pei couldn't help frowning.

After thinking for a while, he took a step forward, the golden sand between his brows shone slightly, and a purple golden lotus bloomed behind him.

"Zhao Pei, the second prince of the Great Zhao Dynasty, has met Pei, the old sword master."

The second prince, Zhao Pei, turned to the old sword master, clasped his fists, and opened his mouth.

There is respect in the voice, but the purpose is undoubtedly to reveal one's own sense of existence.

However, no one paid him any attention.

The spring breeze blew gently, the spring rain fell lightly, and the world was quiet. He awkwardly maintained the gesture of clasping his fists and bowing, neither accepting nor accepting it.

However, to his delight, the old sword master seemed to glance at him, and spoke lightly.

"Purple Qi Golden Lotus is not bad."

The joy on the second prince's face faded little by little, and it seemed that there was something wrong with the words.

What is a purple qi golden lotus? Not bad. Could it be that this old sword master still wants to pick it off?
The second prince's complexion changed slightly, and the surrounding air seemed to become icy cold, as if countless swords pointed at him, making his hair stand on end.

He maintained the posture of clasping his fists and bowing, not daring to move.

But in his heart, he already wanted to turn around immediately and run away.

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(End of this chapter)