Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 20 More Harsh Transformation Conditions

The years do not live, the seasons flow like a stream, and the fruit of Taoism sloughs itself!

Cultivate the genius Dao fruit and transform into an eternal talent!

An Le opened his eyes, and couldn't help but feel a sense of surprise in his heart. The cultivation genius Daoguo had given him a lot of blessings, allowing him to quickly comprehend the "Sword Waterfall Picture", and within three quarters of time to observe the sword picture and fall into samadhi .

It can be said that the cultivation genius Daoguo has enhanced his talent, and now the transformation must be a transformation for the better, with the blessing of ten strands of time, he has transformed into an "Eternal Talent".

As the name suggests, it can be said that only one genius can be born in a thousand years!

Such talent is not unusual!
If [Practice Genius] allowed him to step into the fifth realm on the road of practice, then [Eternal Talent] might be enough for him to easily break through the five realm barriers.

Mrs. Hua told him that on the road of practice, although it is very difficult to cross each realm, stepping from the fifth realm to the sixth realm is the most difficult step.

Like Luo Qingchen, who came out of Qingzhou with great arrogance, a once-in-a-century genius has spent more than ten years in the fifth realm. Although there is a factor of Taoist dust, it is enough to explain the difficulty.

Although she was in the Martial Arts Hall, An Le was overjoyed, and with a thought, the light curtain jumped out.

……

【Name: Anle】

[Aura of Time: 3 wisps]

【岁月道果：千古之才（流金岁月气0/2缕、0/100缕）、剑舞者（0/10缕）、无畏心】

[Mastering skills: "Sword Waterfall Picture" (0 wisp), "Entraining Qi and Breathing Jue" (1 wisp)]

[Skills mastered: "Five Birds Exercise" (0 strands), "Zhaozu Changquan (Disabled)" (1 strands)]

……

On the light curtain, the column of Time, Dao and Fruit has changed, and [Eternal Talents] is impressively listed.

But what makes An Le's eyes condense slightly is that compared with the transformation conditions for cultivating geniuses, the transformation conditions for eternal talents are more stringent.

"Golden Years Qi can condense the Dao Fruit of Time. Two wisps of Golden Years Qi are needed in the transformation condition. Does it mean that two Dao Fruits of Time need to be provided?"

"In addition to this, one hundred wisps of gray time spirit are needed..."

Anle murmured, feeling the difficulty.

However, it is also within common sense that it is not so easy to become stronger. It is a kind of luck for him to be able to become stronger in a visible way with the light curtain in his hand.

And the condition for the transformation of the Taoist fruit of the eternal talent is no different from requiring him to spend more time collecting the energy of the years and watching the past of the world's powerful people. It is difficult but not difficult.

The two wisps of golden years can transform and bless Dao fruits that are not in great demand or are homogeneous.

An Le recently extracted the energy of time, but also discovered some tricks.

It is easier for the strong to show the golden years.

For example, he took it from Fairy Yunrou three times before he got the Golden Years Qi, but from Mrs. Hua and Luo Qingchen, he only got it once.

Of course, the deduction of this kind of trick is not completely accurate, just like this time, An Le was on Fourth Master Lin, and he never extracted the golden years.

There is still a bit of luck involved.

But the transformation of the Dao Fruit undoubtedly made An Le very excited and happy.

He opened his eyes to look at the young masters of Lin's mansion, and felt that the bare-chested young masters all had very delicate features.

"Mr. An, what's wrong with you?"

Lin Qingyin was observing An Le, and found that An Le suddenly closed her eyes, thinking that she was feeling unwell.

"Thank you, Miss Qingyin, for your concern. I'm fine. Let's start painting for the young master. I don't know which young master will come first?"

An Le asked with a smile.

As soon as the words fell, Lin Zhuifeng took off the fire stick from his waist and walked into the martial arts hall.

"Everyone, the old lady hired an artist to paint for everyone. This artist is very skilled. Who will come first?"

Lin Zhuifeng grinned.

The sound lingered in the hall, and was soon drowned in the "humming haha" shouts of many young masters, and no one paid any attention to it.

However, Lin Zhuifeng was not annoyed at all, instead, the fire stick in his hand began to spin around his wrist like a windmill.

"Since you don't answer, then we will speak according to our strength. If you win the fire stick in my hand, you can go to the back row!"

After the words fell, the fire stick in Lin Zhuifeng's hand suddenly stretched and became stronger, and a majestic blood burst out like a real flame, burning a brilliant heat wave!
Facing one of the sons, he smashed it.

After a moment.

The young man had a bruised nose and a swollen face, and was dragged to An Le by Lin Zhuifeng, who was about to cry.

"Mr. An, this is the eighth son Linye, the son of the seventh master. He is very happy and willing to be the first master to be painted."

The fire stick was pinned back to Lin Zhuifeng's waist, and he grinned and showed his big white teeth.

That eye of yours that sees that he is happy?

The corners of An Le's mouth twitched, looking at Hachiko who was full of complaints, he didn't know how to answer.

The eighth son looked at An Le, and begged wronged: "Sir, please draw me better, these black and blue swelling... can be eliminated."

"Don't worry, Hachiko, I'm a professional in the field of photo editing."

Anle smiled.

Afterwards, Lin Qingyin presented all the painting tools that Lin Qingyin had prepared.

As for the eighth son, he sat on the small bench prepared by Lin Zhuifeng with a bruised nose and a swollen face. There was originally a grand master's chair, but Lin Zhuifeng made it clear that only those who voluntarily come to be painted can be the grand master's chair. Sit on a small bench.

An Le grabbed the charcoal strip, sharpened it with a dagger, and spread the thick paper on the wooden frame, and the pen made a rustling sound.

In the Martial Arts Hall, the energy and blood are turbulent, and the blood is in full swing.

Outside the house, the spring rain falls on the tiles like brittle beads.

The young man took the pen, accompanied by a slight rustling sound, and began to paint the first painting after entering the Lin family.

……

……

In the evening, the spring rain gradually stops, the evening clouds dissipate, and the bright red sun shines on the world.

The air is thin and cool, and the wind that blows has a refreshing and refreshing meaning.

An Le put away the oiled paper umbrella, and after Lin Zhuifeng, Lin Qingyin and the eighth son Lin Ye with a bruised nose and swollen face happily sent off in Tsing Yi, they left the Lin Mansion.

The eighth son, Linye, was very happy. He thought that if he was beaten up by Lin Zhuifeng, the artist might not be able to draw his handsomeness, but he never thought that Anle could capture Linye's handsomeness. How handsome!
It didn't take long for forestry to go from reluctance at the beginning to real fragrance later.

While An Le was painting, Lin Qingyin was also learning from the side. An Le taught some sketching skills by the way, such as the posture of holding a pen, the control of light and dark, the explanation of line skills and so on.

While teaching, he was meticulously painting, so today I only painted Hachiko.

But there is still a lot of time, and An Le never asked An Le to finish painting for every young master in one day, and he paid more attention to the quality.

"Mr. An, this is your finishing fee for today, ten Yuanling Tongbao."

A maid in brocade clothes trotted over and took an embroidered money bag for An Le with a smile.

This is Mrs. Hua's close maid, Xi Xiang, a big-hearted sister.

"Thank you Miss Xixiang, thank you Mrs. Hua on Anle's behalf." Anle took the money bag and bowed with a smile.

Seeing An Le's handsome and polite appearance, Xi Xiang couldn't help covering her mouth and chuckling, after a few more glances, Fang turned and went back to Lin's residence.

Accompanied by the setting sun and sunset, An Le held an umbrella while walking on the Qingshiban Road in the quiet street.

Daoguo transformed, and earned another ten Yuanlingtongbao, and then bathed in the breeze after the rain, An Le was in a great mood.

Even the impact on the mood of the previous attack at Jingjiekou has been diluted a lot.

Even, An Le couldn't wait any longer, and planned to go back to the inn to practice hard and experience the blessings brought by the [Eternal Talent] Dao Fruit.

But as soon as he left the quiet street, An Le saw an acquaintance, wearing a black yamen catcher Huang Xian who was different from the uniform of the yamen catcher, and walked over quickly.

"Mr. An." Huang Xian looked serious.

The joy faded on An Le's face, and he remembered that he had promised to paint portraits of prisoners for Huang Butou.

"Mr. Huang knew about your attack at Jingjiekou... Behind Mr. Luo is the Qin family. The Qin family and the Lin family have a blood feud. Mr. Luo planned to bribe Liu Qingyan to work in the Lin family. It was you who blocked the tricks of the disgusting old lady, so you were affected."

Huang Xian explained the whole story quite clearly.

An Le nodded. Without Mrs. Hua's promise, the Qin Mansion would indeed collapse like a mountain, and it would be so overwhelming that he would not be able to breathe, and would even have trouble sleeping and eating.

But with Mrs. Hua's promise, Anle can improve herself with peace of mind.

"These Mrs. Hua have told me that since I have joined the Lin family, there is no reason to back down." An Le smiled gently.

Looking at the free and easy An Le, Huang Xian couldn't help admiring him.

"By the way, please trouble Huang Butou to arrest Liu Qingyan, or tell me his whereabouts... Repay kindness with kindness, repay grievances with straightness, Liu Qingyan hired someone to attack me, so I naturally need to seek justice from him. After all, there are people who have made a name for themselves.”

An Le clasped her fists and said seriously.

However, he had just finished speaking.

Huang Xian's complexion became strange.

"Mr. An, Liu Qingyan...is dead."

ps: Looking for a ticket~
(End of this chapter)