Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 33
Mrs. Hua thought of An Le, the young painter who amazed the Lin family with her sketches, not seeking wealth but seeking spiritual practice, so she gave her "Sword Waterfall Picture" as a gift.

"Sword Waterfall Picture" is quite precious, and it is a top-notch alchemy method. If she hadn't appreciated the tenacity of the young man, Mrs. Hua might not have given it to her. In her opinion, it was too late for the young man to practice enlightenment.

Although the young man entered into meditation in three moments, he immediately breathed out in two days, this talent for refining gods made her eyes shine.

However, if a young man who started late wants to become a blockbuster in this spring, to be listed as a Jinshi, and to set foot in the extravagant Tianxuan Palace, he can basically only dream about it.

She can only rely on her to Hua Jiebing herself to get back Dalang's Ding turmoil.

"The old matriarch is very old, and the limit of his practice is approaching. He does not want to cause trouble at this time. For the sake of the future of the Lin family, he is patient."

"But I Huajie Bing, repairing a mouthful of the dust heart sword, if I feel angry and can't vent it, so the heart sword will be dusty, it will be hopeless, it is not my intention."

"Therefore, if you can't bear it, you can't bear it."

Mrs. Hua let out a breath, came back to her senses, smiled and continued to drink and taste delicious food with Mrs. Ye.

The Ye family is also a family of martial arts. However, unlike the Lin family, the leading general of the Ye family is still there. Although he has passed his prime, he is still very powerful. Blocking the iron cavalry of the Yuanmeng Empire, and even achieving victories repeatedly, was feared and even hated by the Yuanmeng Empire.

This General Ye, who swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger, most often shouted two words, cross the river!
I heard that it was this general who rose up at the end of the century, an old general who once followed, the old general fought against the enemy all his life, and before he died with hatred, he shouted three times: "Cross the river! Cross the river! Cross the river!"

Cross the Jiangbei to conquer Yuanmeng and regain the lost land in the Central Plains!
This is the inheritance of will.

If it is said that after the death of Mrs. Lin, she stopped the Yuanmeng army, it was for the continuation of the dynasty.

General Na Ye's determination to cross the Jiangbei Expedition is to light the fire for the rejuvenation of the dynasty!
Mrs. Hua admired General Ye, who was a hero of the generation, but unfortunately, the ambition of the Northern Expedition was never approved by the court. General Ye played the regulations for the Northern Expedition 24 times, but was suppressed by the Holy Majesty who sat in Tianxuan Palace.

The deterrence brought by the most powerful man in the world, Emperor Yuanmeng, hangs like a sharp knife over the princes of the Manchu Dynasty, including the emperor's head.

The nobles dare not gamble, and the emperor dare not gamble.

Taking advantage of the natural moat of the Canglang River, it can stop the Yuanmeng Empire's army, but once it is defeated and the gap is torn, then the prosperity and prosperity of Great Zhao's southward migration for hundreds of years may face the charge of Yuanmeng cavalry.

Therefore, this General Ye did not have a good life at the border, and the pressure was extremely high.

Therefore, Mrs. Hua was quite moved by Mrs. Ye's willingness to help.

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As far as the Hanshan stone path is slanting, there are people in the depths of Baiyun.

sixth mountain.

There is a leisure pavilion on the Daping.

The night is lonely, the evening wind is howling, and the sky is full of stars.

In the pavilion, the old man in Confucian shirt and the man carrying the pine sword box are still playing chess and talking. When the last chess piece falls, the game will be over.

"Let's go, it's time to plan to open the mountain and enter Lin'an."

The man in white stood up, and the huge pine sword box looked a little weird.

He walked outside the pavilion, looking at the dark mountains under the night, his eyes were silent in the ancient well.

The old man in Confucian shirt stood up, holding the ink painting of bamboo and stone painted by An Le in his hand, looked at the man, and said with a smile: "The owner of the mountain really wants to open the mountain, and accept this painting of bamboo as the guardian of the mountain? If the old man remembers correctly , this is the second mountain guard of the mountain master, right?"

"The founding of the Holy Mountain Lord is a major event in the world, and it will definitely cause an uproar. There will be countless talented heroes who are famous and want to enter the mountain gate. At that time, the owner of the mountain will only choose one ordinary boy who draws ink and bamboo from among the heroes. Afraid of being criticized for nothing."

The old man in the Confucian shirt smiled.

The man folded his hands on his chest, his face as indifferent as the deep night: "Am I afraid of criticism?"

"I appreciate the paintings of teenagers and admire the gentleman's arrogance contained in them, so I choose him to be the guardian of the mountain. Who dares to criticize me?"

"If it weren't for the rules of the holy mountain, I would like to take the young man into my mountain gate now, to see if the young man's spine is really as proud as a black bamboo."

The old man in the Confucian shirt smiled when he heard the domineering and arrogant words: "As expected of being the sixth mountain lord of the holy mountain, if that's the case, I won't dissuade you anymore."

The man squinted at the old man: "Dissuade? You, Wang Banshan, just want to pick peaches. You also appreciate that bamboo boy? Want to rob someone from me?"

"Your Academy of Arts has become more and more boring these years. Writers, beware of arrogance and righteousness in your chest. You can see your Academy of Arts. How many people have arrogance and righteousness?"

"Wu Temple is much more pleasing to the eye than your Academy of Arts."

After the man finished speaking, he stopped talking, and the pine sword box behind his back smashed to the ground, and he stroked it with his palm, opening the box an inch.

There is infinite sword energy gushing out from the gap in the box.

The man clasped his five fingers together, using his finger as a pen, and his sword energy as ink, he wrote in mid-air, and when he finished writing, his sword energy turned into a book, causing Liu Guang to rush out towards Lin'an Mansion.

That night, Lin'an couldn't sleep, there was sword energy falling through the sky like stars.

Because, the sixth mountain lord of the holy mountain, the book opened the mountain order:

Three days later, the guardian of the mountain was chosen at the foot of the sixth mountain.

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Ye Mansion, Waterside Garden.

Mrs. Hua and Mrs. Ye walked into the courtyard. Both of them were god-cultivating powerhouses. They felt something in their hearts. They couldn't help but raised their heads, and saw the sword energy piercing the sky above the night sky.

"This is... the Sixth Mountain Lord's Sword Qi Mountain Opening Order?!"

Mrs. Hua and Mrs. Ye were amazed one after another, their sword aura rose to the top, hanging like a silver waterfall.

The two looked at each other, the sixth mountain should choose the guardian of the mountain?
How did it come so suddenly?

"The Lord of the Holy Mountain, each one is amazingly talented and brilliant. The Sixth Mountain Lord is the sixth disciple of the Holy Master. His sword spirit is known for his domineering. So far, there is only one guardian of the Sixth Mountain, right? So, this is to choose the second mountain guard?"

Madam Ye covered her mouth, she couldn't help being surprised, what was the source of such a major event without warning?

"If I remember correctly, the owner of the mountain chooses the person to guard the mountain, and he doesn't pay much attention to cultivation, talent, and more to rely on the eye... Three days later, the sixth mountain, which used to be quiet in the past, may be full of people, but I don't know who will become the owner of the mountain. The lucky ones chosen."

Mrs. Hua also smiled lightly, although she had doubts in her heart, she didn't think much about it.

However, the sixth mountain lord opened the mountain, maybe Zhuifeng, Qingyin, and the princes in the mansion can try it. If they can enter the holy mountain, even if they are only guarding the mountain, they will be extremely noble.

Not only Ye Mansion, but the entire Lin'an Mansion was shaken by an order to open the mountain with sword energy this night.

Many state residences, Qin Xiangfu, Wenyuan Wu Temple, and even in the depths of Jingjie, the Tianxuan Palace that represents Da Zhao's most noble, all have eyes projecting, sword energy above the starry night.

The forces of all parties are moving in their minds, some are bound to win, and some are watching the show quietly.

But what everyone is curious about is what suddenly caused the sixth mountain owner to open the mountain?
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The next day, early in the morning.

It was raining lightly.

The tremors at night had no effect on An Le, and he was not aware of the Sixth Mountain Lord's order to open the mountain.

After visualizing "Sword Waterfall Picture" overnight, An Le only felt that his mind was much stronger. Perhaps it was the [Natural Swordsman] Dao Fruit that gave him special blessings in his understanding of sword practice.

The mind that has just entered the fetal breath has already stabilized, and it is improving to a perceivable level.

The next state of the fetal breath is to be free from vulgarity, which is a very important leap in the system of refining the gods. According to the description in the method, the most important feature of the state of free from vulgarity is to be able to put your mind at ease and travel the world without the ordinary body!
In a state of refinement, one can kill by himself by refining the gods, killing people invisible!

Although An Le has now consolidated the realm of fetal breath, it is still a long way from refining the gods, but it does not prevent him from yearning for it.

Breathing out like a sword, breathing out the stagnant qi that had been hidden in the chest and abdomen overnight, the whole person seemed to be washed, and his face was radiant.

An Le walked out of the room and walked to the courtyard.

Hearing the sound of spring rain for the first time, the old dream in the south of the Yangtze River is full of emotion.

A night of spring rain came inadvertently.

The air was a bit chilly, and Hu Jingang's body still existed in the yard, but the pungent and bloody smell that lingered in the air was covered by the spring rain, which slowed down a little.

Glancing at the headless corpse, An Le's face remained calm, and one night was enough for him to adjust his mentality.

Wearing white clothes, bathing in the spring rain, accompanied by the old locust trees in the courtyard, began to practice the five birds.

The qi and blood that climbed to perfection rolled like a chariot and roared like a bell.

Tiger pose, bear pose, deer pose, ape pose and bird pose, all kinds of evolutions, and with the addition of eighteen strands of time, the proficiency has risen and the charm has become more and more charming.

"That's right. Although the Five Birds Exercise is not the top body training method, it is not easy to practice it well. My friend has acquired the Five Birds Charm at a young age. The future can be expected."

After An Le's rehearsal, when the Qi and blood subsided, there was a faint laughter outside the small courtyard.

An old man in plain clothes with wide sleeves held an oil-paper umbrella, stepped on straw sandals, and entered the courtyard with a broken bamboo sword pinned to his waist.

"Senior." An Le was slightly pleasantly surprised when he saw the old man.

The old man stroked his beard and smiled, slightly nodding his head.

"An Xiaoyou, I haven't seen you in a day, are you all right?"

An Le clasped his fists and bowed: "Yesterday, I made old rice wine, and in the future, senior, it will all enter Xiaosheng's belly. After work today, Xiaosheng will go buy some."

The old man waved his hand: "It's okay, the old man took your painting, didn't he promise to give you a sword? Therefore, I came to give you the sword after a long rush this morning."

Finished.

Holding an umbrella, the old man smiled and took off the broken bamboo sword pinned to his waist, and handed it to An Le.

Under the lonely spring rain, An Le looked at the tattered bamboo sword stained with a few grains of spring rain, and fell silent.

(End of this chapter)