Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 160 Dialogue with the Saint Master, master the power of time 【Ask monthly ticket】

An Le looked at the figure in front of him, his face was very ordinary, but it was extremely difficult for An Le to remember the other person's appearance.

The visitor looked like a middle-aged man in his 50s or [-]s, wearing ordinary clothes, with an elusive breath, and deep-set eyes, just like the starry sky he had seen before.

It was as if the eyes contained the entire starry sky, vast and deep.

An Le has imagined many images of a holy master, but this is the only situation in front of him.

He once thought that the holy master might be an old man with a sense of immortality, dressed in a white robe, with an air of immortality.

He once thought that the saint teacher might be as elegant as the master of the Wenyuan, full of poetry and calligraphy.

I also thought that the holy master might be the image of a wise old man, leaning on crutches, and has formed a unique temperament due to years and experience.

But he never thought that the Saint Master would appear in front of him as an extremely ordinary middle-aged man.

Although An Le can't remember the appearance of the holy master for the time being, it is obvious that the image of the holy master has a lot to do with the image in An Le's heart.

The holy master picked up the jug again, and held the jug far away. The wine in the jug crossed a crystal clear arc and entered the mouth of the holy master. The strong aroma of old rice wine permeated the air.

A look of enjoyment appeared on the face of the holy master.

Afterwards, the holy master looked at An Le and handed him the jug.

"You are the only one who comes to talk to me with a wine jug, which is the most common rice wine in the world."

"The impression it made on me alone is quite deep."

The saint said with a smile.

His words brought An Le back from the confusion and shock.

"Do you think my image is somewhat different from the image in your mind?" The holy master sat on the boulder, facing An Le, and said with a chuckle.

"It's a rare opportunity for you to talk to me. If you have any doubts in your heart, just speak out. If I can solve your doubts, I will do my best to answer you."

An Le heard the words, his eyes flickered brightly, nodded and said: "The image of the holy master, in my heart, should be the image of a wise old man, but now it seems that the holy master...doesn't seem to have a fixed appearance. .”

The holy master who looked like a middle-aged man raised his eyebrows when he heard the words: "Oh?"

"Senior's appearance should be deliberately created for me to see. I can see the appearance of the senior, but I can't remember this appearance, because the appearance is ordinary? It should not only be that, but it seems to be more because of the inherent appearance of the senior. A power that can erase the image of oneself in people's hearts."

An Le said.

The holy master laughed: "As expected of a genius who can condense the power of Ganye Temple's heart sword in the five realms."

"Your feeling is right. I have lived for too long, and I have somewhat forgotten my appearance. I have not been in the human world all year round, and my image is blurred in the human world..."

"The power you feel that can erase the image in your memory actually belongs to the power of rules in me. My real appearance cannot be carried by the rules of this world, and it is beyond the scope of what this world can record, so That’s what happens.”

"In short, I'm too strong."

The holy master smiled, then took another sip of the wine in the pot, and said with emotion: "The strong men in the world have all drank too many kinds of wine, whether it is the wine brewed by elixir, the wine stored in the mine, or the wine brewed by the stars. The refined wine... is nothing compared to a sip of ordinary grain wine that does not contain any spiritual energy."

"Because it is ordinary, it makes people have endless aftertaste."

"Firework is only brewed in the ordinary."

An Le glanced at the old rice wine, but didn't drink any more.

The misty rain in the mountains is hazy, and the phantoms of the six holy mountains lie between the sky and the earth, as if supporting the passage for the holy master to return to the world.

The bridge between heaven and earth was erected, and the holy master came across the bridge.

"Why did you choose this mountain? As a place to talk to me?"

Before An Le could ask, the Saint Master spoke instead, which made An Le startled.

The holy master looked at An Le: "You and I talk, talk to each other, naturally you ask me if you have questions, and I ask you if I have questions. You and I are equal identities."

"Perhaps, this is due to fate. I left Lin'an and stood at the gate of the city. The mist and rain covered my eyes. I could only roughly see the appearance of Hanshan, and I couldn't observe it at close range. So I chose to hand over everything Given fate, when I practice swords, I will naturally use the sword energy as the guide, and the sword energy of Fusong Mountain echoes the strongest, so I will choose it." An Le said calmly, this is indeed the reason for his choice.

"Every mountain actually has its own spirituality. The more spiritual it is, the more it will show itself when it comes to making choices."

"Mountains are no exception. Mount Fusong was once chosen by Li Youan. At that time, Mount Fusong failed to become a holy mountain. I thought that this mountain would never have a chance to become a holy mountain, but I never thought that you would choose it again. It comes and goes."

"It is destined to be the seventh mountain, then it is the seventh mountain."

The holy master nodded, quite satisfied with An Le's answer.

And the fall of his words also means that this Fusong Mountain has truly become the seventh mountain of the Holy Mountain, and there will be no accidents like Li Youan's time, and no changes will be made.

Between the heaven and the earth, there seemed to be a dark will coming down, and at this moment, the entire Fusong Mountain underwent an inexplicable transformation.

The mountain masters in the phantom of the six holy mountains looked at each other and nodded slightly. Their primordial spirits separated again and stepped out of their respective holy mountains. The meteor in the sky crashed into the Seventh Mountain.

The phantoms of the six mountain masters fell on the mountain roads of the seventh mountain, like blooming flowers.

The holy master and An Le were still sitting on the top of the mountain, and An Le's white clothes were constantly fluttering in the wind and rain.

"An Le, you once took away the future sword energy I left behind in the cliff, have you realized the future?" the saint said.

An Le didn't expect that the holy master would ask him again, is the identity of the two reversed?
Talk to the holy master, talk to the holy master... Shouldn't he be the person who asks the question?
However, facing the Saint Master's question, An Le thought for a while, and said: "I have seen the great Zhao fall, the mountains and rivers shattered, the Yuanmeng cavalry trampled in, the flames of war, the city was destroyed, and people died."

An Le recalled the ink paintings he saw on the cliff, and couldn't help but say it. An Le had never said this to anyone else, but An Le didn't have this taboo against the Holy Master. Only with future sword energy can he see the future.

Upon hearing this, the holy master smiled gently: "Do you think this future is real? Will Da Zhao really be destroyed under the trampling of Yuanmeng iron cavalry?"

An Le thought for a while, and combined with the experience of his previous life, he nodded seriously.

"The future... has infinite possibilities. What you see may not be the real future. Changes in the world will never be changed by personal will. Everything in the world follows its own law."

"It's like the change of the four seasons in spring, summer, autumn and winter, like the flow of day and night. These are the rules of the universe itself, and there are rules for people to live in the world."

"The change of dynasties may be just a leaf falling from a big tree in autumn, and new leaves will grow in the next spring."

The holy master sat cross-legged on the boulder, his eyes indifferent.

"The past, present and future, these three powers are a gift I left to the world. Li Youan talked with me. He was full of doubts. He asked me a lot of questions. Maybe he didn't find it here. satisfying answer."

"He cares about whether Dazhao will be destroyed, but to me, Dazhao is just an ordinary dynasty among many dynasties. It can only be said that it will decay and change."

The holy master's eyes were deep, as if the sky was filled with stars.

"It may be cruel to say it, but the Holy Mountain has never been involved in the change of the dynasty. Even ten thousand years ago, the existence of the first emperor in the world and the collapse of his dynasty, the Holy Mountain still did not show up. And the shot, the Holy Mountain has an opponent that belongs to the Holy Mountain."

"No matter how chaotic the world is, Sacred Mountain will not intervene unless the rules are broken. True heroes can only emerge from chaos. Sacred Mountain has opponents from Sacred Mountain."

The master said something that An Le couldn't understand.

A little dazedness appeared in An Le's eyes. The Holy Mountain is aloof, and the Holy Master is so powerful that it is difficult to guess. Will there be opponents for such an existence?
"Is the opponent... an immortal from the sky?"

An Le thought for a while and asked.

The holy master smiled, took a sip of the jug, and said meaningfully: "If you think it is, then it is."

An Le became more and more at a loss when he heard this, because he thought of a question.

If the opponent of the holy mountain is a fairy...

What happened to the army of immortals that the first emperor faced...?

The green mountain was soaked in the blood of the immortals, and the immortals besieged the peerless emperor in the world. Where was the holy mountain at that time?Where is the master?
The holy master seemed to have thought of the doubts in An Le's heart, and his eyes fell on the yellowed broken bamboo sword on An Le's waist.

"It's a nice sword."

The holy master said softly: "Qingshan Buried Bone, the emperor who created the legend has the courage to challenge the immortal, but in fact, the immortal... is also a human being, and has not surpassed the shackles of the human world."

"However, immortals are different from humans. In other words, there is a difference in the place where they live. Do you know what this difference...is?"

The master began to ask An Le again. He seemed to like asking An Le questions very much. An Le didn't know if the master talked with other people in the same way.

However, An Le still thought carefully about what the holy master said, and finally answered: "Longevity?"

Immortals can live forever, but humans cannot.

This is a difference that An Le knows. Immortal cultivation may not be the strongest. After all, when the first emperor swung a sword and stained a lot of immortal blood, it shows that immortals are not so powerful that they cannot be defeated, but immortals can live forever. Long, this is the biggest difference.

"Changsheng... right or wrong."

"Longevity is actually relative."

The saint thought for a while and said.

"You should know that there is a door between immortals and human beings, which is called the gate of heaven, and beyond the gate of heaven is the fairy world...the world where immortals live, so it is called the fairy world."

"But have you ever thought that in the fairy world... the immortals may also die, and they may also only live for 500 years. Once the 500 years are exhausted, they will grow old and wither and die, just like those in the world who are facing their deadlines." Practitioner."

An Le couldn't help being stunned when he heard this, "Immortals... can only live for 500 years?"

"Yes, of course, stronger immortals can live for 1000, 2000, 3000 years... But, in fact, it's not much more than human practitioners, right?" The saint said with a smile.

An Le frowned, feeling that the words spoken by the holy master somewhat subverted his cognition.

Can such a fairy be considered as immortal?
"However, a day in the fairy world is a hundred years on the earth."

The holy master took a sip of wine and said softly.

When An Le heard this, his hairs stood on end.

"The biggest difference between the fairy world and the human world is actually the difference in the power of time." The saint looked at An Le: "The past, present, and future... can be called the power of time."

"The power of time... By the way, you should know the power of time, right?"

The saint smiled gently.

However, that gaze made Anle feel that the other party seemed to see through many things, as if he had seen all of Anle's deepest secrets.

"I know a little bit." An Le pursed her lips and said in a low-key manner.

He can see the energy of time, and even pull out the energy of time, and transform it into the fruit of time...is this the power of time?

Therefore, An Le understands a little bit of the power of time, but she is not talking nonsense.

The holy master smiled: "Of course I know that you only know one thing, and this is enough for you to digest it. The power of time is the most powerful force in the world, and it is the power of authority that has the opportunity to achieve detachment."

"However, you haven't really learned to master this power, you have to learn to master it."

The holy master said while drinking.

"There are many things, there is no need to talk too much, you just need to know that the Holy Mountain has opponents from the Holy Mountain."

"Today, you and I talk, and we are free to talk about everything, but I have gone further than you in terms of cultivation level, so I think it is best for you to ask some questions related to cultivation. After all, the next The battle in the Seven Mountains still requires some improvement in your cultivation."

"If you can become the Lord of the Seventh Mountain, you will know many things. It would be a shame to waste the great opportunity of the dialogue between you and me to learn something you should know."

An Le heard the words, and immediately understood the meaning of the words of the holy master.

After he finished the conversation with the holy master, it was the opening of the seventh mountain, and the owner of the holy mountain who belonged to the seventh mountain was selected.

The owner of the holy mountain has the qualifications to talk to the holy master, so the holy master said that after becoming the mountain owner, these questions can be easily learned.

Now, wasting this opportunity to learn something is actually not cost-effective.

Hearing this, An Le grabbed the green mountain of the bamboo sword on his waist. He looked at the holy master and said, "I once realized my own sword intent on the way to kill the second prince Zhao Pei."

"Sword Intent is named Chixin, and Mountains and Rivers, taking the meaning of simplicity and complexity."

An Le said.

The holy master sat on the boulder and nodded slightly: "You go all out to kill me."

After the words fell, An Le floated up from the boulder, holding the bamboo sword and the green mountain, with Qi, blood and mind intertwined.

With a sword from the heart, wind and thunder spread and grow on the tip of the sword, scattered and intertwined.

The simple and unpretentious sword, even if it is so simple to hand forward, seems to lock the surrounding space, making people have nowhere to hide.

The holy master took a sip of the wine, couldn't help smiling, and an ordinary iron sword appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Holding the iron sword, he also handed it forward. The posture and movements of An Le are the same, and there is no deviation.

However, An Le only felt that this sword left him nowhere to hide, as if the sword had pierced into his heart and crushed his heart!
As the sword tip collided with the sword tip, An Le only felt that death could come at this moment, in an instant.

When the sword energy dissipated and was blown away, the holy master's hearty laughter sounded: "Good sword intent, a swordsman should be simple, and the purpose of handing the sword is to kill the enemy, but your simplicity is not enough. Simple, in the little sacred order you got, there was a sword move 'Sword Qi Near', the sword Qi is close to everything in the world, everything can be a sword, and can kill the enemy."

"There is simplicity in the complexity, and complexity in the simplicity, which is the real truth."

"Chixin Shanhe should be one kind of intent, not two separate sword intents."

"Since you have mastered the simple way of the sword, but you have divided the sword intent into two parts, how can it be called simple?" said the saint.

An Le's eyes lit up slightly when he heard the words, and the Dao Fruit of [Eternal Wizard] trembled slightly, which made his perception continue to rise at this moment.

The body of Tongshen sword seems to have sword energy intertwined and flowing, echoing with the generated induction.

The holy master sat on the boulder, looking at An Le who was immersed in the state of comprehension. On the hard-to-remember face, there was a touch of appreciation. It seemed that he was quite surprised by An Le's talent of being able to enter such a comprehension with a little guidance. .

Sword energy, sword technique, sword intent, sword way...

Behind the care is to comprehend a kind of way.

However, in fact, there are too few people in the world who can really set foot on a path. After practicing to the depth, it will actually be a process of seeking the path.

It is impossible to go to the extreme by following the path of ordinary people, but Tao... is the ultimate.

Only the extreme can open the way.

Anle, there is a possibility of clearing the way.

Chixin Mountains and Rivers, this is the process of An Le slowly merging the two sword intents together. In the Meixin Niwan Palace, the heart sword is blooming brilliantly, and under the radiance of seven colors, it is reflecting the sword intent.

The process of An Le's comprehension didn't last long, soon An Le opened his eyes, with a bright light in his eyes, he continued to ask the holy master, holding a bamboo sword and dancing sword in front of the welcoming pine.

He showed the swordsmanship he had mastered to the holy master, and searched for it one by one.

The master is able to give his guidance, this guidance is not an inherent direction, but a general direction of guidance, so that An Le can realize the true meaning of it.

An Le also displayed the Three Swords of Ci Pai learned from Zhao Huangting.

The holy master nodded: "Those who can create this kind of swordsmanship do have good swordsmanship attainments, and they have already touched the threshold of Taoism. What a pity."

"If it was 5000 years ago, it should be easy to set foot on the ten realms, but now...it is naturally difficult."

"If you don't walk out of a path that belongs to you, it is difficult to step into the ten realms."

The saint said softly.

An Le heard the words, and there was some emotion in his heart. The holy master had lived for a long time, so naturally he didn't need to deceive him. If he said so, then the old emperor must have been able to step into the ten realms 5000 years ago.

Unfortunately, born in the wrong era.

"Holy Master, why did the old emperor uncle be able to set foot on the ten realms 5000 years ago, but now he can't?" An Le asked out of curiosity.

The holy master took a sip of the old yellow wine, and the wine in the pot was more than half full. He was curious about Anle, and said, "Because in China 5000 years ago, the dragon veins were pure and majestic, and the connection with the dynasty of China is also deeply rooted." , A strong dragon vein is equivalent to strong luck, which can naturally be fed back to the strong, making it easier for the strong to break through."

"In ancient times, there were nine ancient tripods cast by human emperors with nine dragon veins, which gathered the luck of heaven and earth, so powerful practitioners were easy to be born. Practitioners of the tenth and eleventh realms were not rare, and formed a hundred schools of thought. Tens of thousands of years ago, the magnificent emperor ended the troubled times of the kingdoms, and he called himself the emperor and gathered the Jiuding. In that battle, countless immortals fell, and the emperor also fell."

The words of the holy master made An Le's heart vibrate, and it felt like a majestic and vast picture slowly unfolding in front of his eyes.

"What about the Nine Cauldrons that gather luck in the world?" An Le listened intently, and couldn't help asking.

"Don't worry, the luck in the world still belongs to the world, because I said that the luck in the world cannot enter God, and God dare not take it again."

The saint said softly.

"As for the nine tripods, the effect of suppressing the dragon's veins has been broken, and the dragon's veins in the world are no longer bound. As for the nine ancient tripods, one went to heaven, and one went to the mausoleum of the first emperor."

"God is the name of the fairy world."

When An Le heard the words, she suddenly felt strange. Of the nine ancient tripods, one went into the sky, and the other went into the mausoleum of the first emperor, so there are still seven left?

The holy master seemed to have sensed An Le's puzzled gaze.

The unforgettable face became more and more hazy: "I will temporarily take over the remaining seven seats."

An Le took a deep breath.

Suddenly, an incredible idea popped up in his mind.

The seven holy mountains, could it be...

Have seven ancient tripods that once suppressed the dragon's veins? !
The holy master did not answer An Le's question directly, but continued.

"Without the Nine Cauldrons suppression, the dragon veins of the Middle Earth are free to spread. Although the number of powerful people born is small, it is not without. However, a great change broke out 5000 years ago. Many foreign races broke into the Middle Earth for the first time and wreaked havoc in the Middle Earth. The lives of the common people have been devastated, countless practitioners have died, the whole world has been messed up, the dragon veins have been polluted, and the luck of the dragon veins has been separated by foreign races. Since then, it has become more and more difficult for the strong to break through..."

"Dragon vein luck is a kind of mysterious and mysterious power. The Celestial Master's Mansion in the world is on the road to explore dragon vein luck, and a kind of purple golden lotus is born. You have the seed power of the millennium purple golden lotus in your body." Saint Master Looking at An Le, he smiled.

An Le touched the qi sea in his dantian, and the thousand-year-old purple qi golden lotus seed fell in it. As for how to make it bloom, An Le has no idea for the time being.

The thousand-year-old Ziqi Golden Lotus seeds must be more difficult to bloom than the 300-year-old Ziqi Golden Lotus obtained by the second prince Zhao Pei, and the amount of luck required is quite different.

When the master said this, he didn't continue, but tapped the jug lightly with his fingers.

The rain continued to fall between the sky and the earth, obscuring the entire Fusong Mountain, blocking sight and disturbing perception.

At this moment, even if Emperor Yuanmeng came personally and probed with Yuanshen, he might not be able to break through the misty mist, perceive the scene in the mountains, and hear the conversation between Anle and the holy master.

"Now that I've talked about this, let me tell you about the top powers in the world. These powers don't depend on the dynasty, but none of them are fuel-efficient lamps. Just look at the Emperor Yuanmeng. , although I have a bold heart, but so far, I still dare not easily use force against any power in the rivers and lakes, why? Because I am not sure."

"The purple qi golden lotus in the Tianshi Mansion uses luck as its nourishment and is closely related to it. In fact, it represents a kind of responsibility. As one of the two great Taoist gates in the world, the Tianshi Mansion is a very courageous existence. Bound with the fate of the world, although it is a flattery, it also bears the responsibility."

"Zhenwu Temple, there is nothing to say. It is connected with God, and it is God's road to longevity. In Zhenwu Temple, there are real ascenders who ascend to the sky and seek longevity in an alternative way. Only then did I know that longevity is not real longevity, so the immortals who have ascended from Zhenwu Temple want to break the barrier between the human world and the gods and return to the human world, because they are immortal only in the human world."

"The three temples of Buddhism, Lanke, Ganye, and Lianhua, are incompatible with each other, and each has its own way. In fact, you are no stranger to it. The past, present, and future are all cultivated by the three temples. Power, they are pursuing and mastering the power of time."

"As for Jianchi Palace, the Sword Dao sect is naturally known for its purity. Sword casting and sword training are the foundation of Jianchi Palace. Only pure swordsmanship can break open in the middle-earth land that suffered a catastrophe 5000 years ago. The barriers of the ten realms."

"Hell Palace... Just listen to its name and you can know its fundamental purpose and pursuit. There is a God in this world, and there is a human world, but... there is no hell, no reincarnation. You may ask, where did the dead souls go? Then we have to talk about the opponents of the Holy Mountain."

"But no matter what, the ideal of Hell Palace is very full, but it is too difficult to really open Hell Palace and reincarnation."

The holy master looked at An Le with a chuckle, and analyzed and described to An Le the many forces in the world today.

From the mouth of the holy master, An Le realized that these forces in the world are extraordinary.

When the last drop of old rice wine in the flagon was drunk by the holy master, the face of the holy master suddenly showed a look of loss.

"Finished."

The words of the holy master are full of regret, and even more regrettable.

"I'm very old."

"I am so old that I don't even know my age. Many, many years ago, there was only one holy mountain. I couldn't bear the loneliness, so I started to open mountains. The first mountain was opened, and then there was a second mountain, and the third seat, the fourth seat..."

"Every time I open a mountain, I can go back to the world for a walk."

"When people get old, they feel nostalgic."

The saint looked at An Le and said.

"The wine you invited me to drink is finished, it's my turn to treat you."

On the cheek where the real face could not be seen clearly, the holy master showed a smile, raised his hand, and tapped with his fingers.

Both time and space seem to be frozen.

An Le could see everything going on around him, and the saint took him, as if traveling through time.

Unknowingly, I came to a small restaurant on the side of the road. The flag of the restaurant fluttered, stained with raindrops in the drizzle, and the green grass growing around was full of vitality.

The holy master kindly pulled Anle to sit with the case, and shouted for the shopkeeper to serve the wine and food. The words he said were so old that Anle couldn't understand them.

Not the words of this age.

A jug of wine was quickly brought up and placed on the table, as well as a piece of boiled meat that had been sliced, placed in front of An Le.

The holy master poured An Le a glass of wine, and the wine was contained in a pottery bowl, which was crystal clear.

"Please."

The saint laughed.

An Le stretched out his hand, however, the palm of his hand directly passed through the bowl, as if the bowl of wine was placed in the past, and An Le was born in the present, so it was naturally difficult to hold the bowl of wine.

The holy master smiled, and if he can't drink it, he can't drink it. There are too few people who can really drink this glass of wine with him.

He was able to bring An Le here for a walk because An Le caught his eye.

"This is a small restaurant from a long time ago. At that time, when I went down the mountain for the first time, I ate wine and meat in this restaurant. It was when I remembered the most deeply. good."

The holy master drank wine, ate meat, and cared about himself, ignoring the unconvinced man who wanted to grab the wine glass but couldn't find peace.

"After eating this meal of wine and meat, the conversation between you and me is over."

"Every conversation is when I return to the world, to the place in my memory. The days of drinking and eating meat, the fireworks in the world, are the most soothing. Every meal of wine and meat always reminds me that I am still a human being. I won't get lost."

"An Le, Li You'an talked with me. I left him three wisps of sword energy as a gift. His talent is indeed good. He will definitely be able to step into the ten realms in the future. He has realized the past and the present. However, in this era, the ten realms It is his limit, because he is still a little bit behind in understanding the past and the present."

"After this meal of wine and meat, the conversation between you and me will end. Therefore, I will also give you a gift. This is the rule."

The saint said with a smile.

"However, before that, I need to ask you a question."

An Le was sweating profusely, her eyes gleaming with unyielding, she was still trying to grab the bowl of wine on the table.

Obviously the wine is there, and the surrounding scenes are no different from reality, but he just can't grab the bowl of wine.

"An Le, if one day, this world falls into endless darkness and needs you to burn like a fire to the extreme, to illuminate the world, and exchange your death for its life, will you be willing?"

The holy master drank, his face became more and more blurred, the wine dripped from the corner of his lips, and dripped onto the table, but the table rippled like the surface of a lake.

An Le heard the words of the holy master, her eyes narrowed slightly.

He raised his head and looked at the saint.

The holy master couldn't see his appearance clearly, as if he was not in this world, his body shape was distorted and changed, and it was difficult to capture the real body shape and appearance.

However, An Le saw clusters of gray air currents lingering around the body of the holy master, and each strand of gray air currents was as heavy as a worldly drop.

"Exchange my death for the world's life?"

Anle shook her head.

"I am not a saint."

"If possible, I want to live, so that this world... also lives."

"If not."

"I don't want to."

An Le finished speaking.

A wisp of gray age spirit surged out from the panel, wrapped around the back of the fingers, and melted into the fingertips.

On the table.

The bowl of wine that had been unable to be grasped poured into the palm of the hand with the air of the years.

An Le finally grasped firmly.

It's like mastering the years.

On the always calm and deep face of the holy master, there was a touch of surprise.

Take a sip of this bowl of fine wine from thousands of years ago.

ps: [-]-word chapter, please ask for a monthly ticket, please recommend a ticket for support!
(End of this chapter)