Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 45

The mist on the mountain was half dispersed, and the spring rain fell finely, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier. Every grain of spring rain seemed to be mixed with the sword energy that evaporated from this towering mountain!
It is obviously a dead mountain, but because of the diffusion of the sword energy, it seems to be alive, like a giant celestial god, overlooking the mortal creatures climbing on the body.

The sixth mountain of the holy mountain is like a mountain transformed by a fairy sword that fell into the mortal world.

Halfway up the mountain is covered by dense fog, but halfway down the mountain, peach blossoms are in full bloom, and the stone path is clear. A figure in white climbs up the steps alone and with difficulty.

At the foot of the mountain, the Sunshine Avenue has long since dissipated, and the evening clouds overlapped, as if annoyed at the humiliation that had been cut apart before, it rained heavily.

But the practitioners who gathered at the foot of the mountain didn't care at all, they all stared at the figure like a white plum blossom on the stone path at the foot of the mountain with wide-eyed eyes.

"This person actually gave up the opportunity to become a mountain guard and chose to climb the mountain to fight for the little holy order?!"

"Crazy to give birth to one, dare to defy the mountain lord like this?"

"Maybe... is it the meaning of Hua Jiebing, who has just ascended to the sky? Hua Jiebing thinks this young man is worthy of the Little Holy Order?"

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All kinds of voices were noisy, and even the torrential rain could not wash away their enthusiasm.

Zhong Shunchao, Ye Chong, and Luo Qingchen didn't choose to go down the mountain after being side-by-side with Anle, and the three of them felt a little eager.

Climb the mountain in peace, for the sake of the little holy decree.

Only the Mountain Lord is eligible to distribute the Small Holy Order. If you want the Little Holy Order, there are two ways. One is for the elders of the family to take action and pay enough for them to get the Little Holy Order from the Mountain Lord.

The other is to get the eye of the mountain lord and pass the test of the mountain lord himself.

The two methods are not very easy. The first kind of mountain master has a volatile temper and may not be willing to replace it. The second kind of illusory eyesight is not to mention.

Therefore, Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong were full of admiration when they learned that Anle had a chance and had the courage to take the little holy order.

They were eager and never chose to go down the mountain, but followed An Le and climbed the mountain together with him.

After Luo Qingchen experienced the blow that An Le had invisibly caused, his complexion was bitter. He wanted to go down the mountain, but after thinking about it, he followed Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong to climb the mountain together.

They climbed the mountain just to fight for that slim chance. What if they performed better than the young mountain climbers, maybe... they could win the favor of the mountain owner and obtain the little sacred order?
The heavy rain is majestic, and on the washed stone path, the flowing water is like a short waterfall, gurgling endlessly.

After the boy in white, the three climbed back to the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, many practitioners gathered saw that Luo Qingchen and the three of them were climbing the mountain, and they had not been expelled by the mountain owner, but their hearts were eager to move.

It seems that there is nothing wrong with climbing this mountain step. If... the sharpness overwhelms that young man, maybe a good story can be created.

All of a sudden, in the chariot parked in the rainstorm, practitioners floated out one after another, holding oil-paper umbrellas, like flowers blooming in the sky and earth, like hundreds of boats vying to climb the green mountain and stone path. .

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At this moment, An Le couldn't care about the many practitioners who followed behind, planning to take advantage of this wave of opportunities.

But even if he cared about it, he didn't care about it. If the mountain master didn't stop him, it was a promise.

The opportunity is there, and it is connected with the fate. No one can take away what should belong to you. If it is taken away, it means that there is no fate.

Ascending the magnificent world, the vast river will not return it.

The water flowing down the stone path contains sword energy, like a rushing river, blocking the way forward.

An Le, who took the first step, felt the sword energy steaming in the mountain, but the invisible oppression was falling down, as if he was carrying the mountain on his shoulders, walking with difficulty.

The qi and blood in the body that completed the first stage of body training surged at this moment, but they couldn't suppress the sword qi in the water at all, and his body was staggering, and there was a hidden risk of being washed away.

After crossing about ten steps with difficulty, it feels very strenuous and the speed is extremely slow.

But Anle was not in a hurry, she looked through the rain curtain firmly, stared at the next stone step, felt the sword energy and coercion, mobilized her leg muscles, and stepped on the next step.

Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong followed behind Anle, with strange expressions on their faces.

"Why so slow?"

"The sword energy at the foot of the mountain is just surging, and the start is so difficult, so you are here to fight for the little holy order?"

The two looked at each other with puzzlement in each other's eyes, but they didn't look down upon them, just a bit astonished.

You can see the whole leopard from a glimpse, and you can know the late autumn from a leaf.

Although they couldn't see through it, they could also guess from this that the climbing boy might not have a high level of cultivation.

"The first level of physical training, the first stage of spiritual training, and that's all."

Luo Qingchen opened his mouth with his hands behind his back, his Confucian shirt flying, and the sword energy lingering around his body, the wind and rain did not touch his body.

Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong were stunned, and the practitioners who followed and held umbrellas were also shocked.

Cultivation is so low... Decheng Shoushan is not willing, but wants to fight for the little holy decree, are you crazy?

Are you overwhelmed?

Through the rain curtain, many cultivators watched the back of the stubborn and staggering boy climbing the mountain, and were speechless for a while.

No one would laugh at it, after all, the young man could have entered the holy mountain with the eye of the mountain master, but he didn't want to.

They are not qualified to ridicule this kind of courage to fight against the little sacred order and seek courage on the path of practice.

But many practitioners are eager, because this shows that they have a greater chance of obtaining the Little Holy Order if they take a chance.

The rain roared and washed away, and the practitioners were silent and climbed the mountain silently.

Luo Qingchen stared at An Le's back, he was hit a lot, the confident smile was no longer on his face, after staring for a long time, he let out a breath, and stepped cautiously past An Le.

There is no mutation.

Afterwards, Luo Qingchen broke through the wind and rain with his hands behind his back, and climbed up the ladder mistyly.

Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong on the side also did not choose to stagger slowly behind Anle, passed the white clothes in the rain, and climbed up the steps.

The heavy rain is majestic, and the sky waits for no one.

Practitioners one after another have surpassed An Le and climbed the green hills against the current and rain steps.

An Le fell behind unknowingly.

But he was not the last one. Behind him, there was another figure, gracefully holding an oil-paper umbrella, wearing plain clothes and a veil, so his face could not be seen clearly.

The girl followed An Le and watched quietly. Seeing the bamboo sword on An Le's waist, her eyes froze slightly, and then watched the boy stagger.

It depends on why this young man wants to fight for this little sacred order.

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An Le climbed the ladder step by step, and the pressure became more and more intense. Every drop of rain contained sword energy, trying to nail him to the ladder.

Ignoring others, he only thought about climbing the ladder, the blood in his body was impacted by the cold spring rain and couldn't move, like a shackle covering his body, he was struggling, and he was in a dilemma.

Such a situation was his own choice, and he did not regret it.

Visualize "Sword Waterfall Picture" with mind, the billions of drops of spring rain falling from the sky seem to have turned into hundreds of millions of sword energy, like waterfalls, like the Milky Way.

At this moment, it coincides with the picture of "Sword Waterfall Picture".

Without hesitation, Anle blessed all the time energy absorbed today from the "Sword Waterfall Picture", making the time energy grow from four strands to eleven strands.

With one thought entering the fetal breath, the mind explores the whole body, and the breathing is as gentle as a trickle.

[Natural Swordsman] Daoguo, at this moment, seems to have come to life, like a greedy sponge, absorbing the sword energy mixed in the precipitous spring rain.

[Eternal Talent] Dao fruit, trembling slightly.

Anle's mind grows stronger in the visualization. In the Niwan Palace, a sword floats quietly, and wisps of sword energy grow around her body, as if intertwined into a pool of swords.

A picture of the years that I have watched before emerged in front of my eyes.

A young man forged five birds under the waterfall.

An Le's eyes were shining brightly, and he raised his head to the sky. The torrential rain was like a waterfall, and he wanted to exercise his body with the torrential rain.

The girl behind her suddenly widened her bright eyes under the veil.

Just because the young man stood on the stone steps, he actually started to practice the five birds.

Tiger pose, bear pose, ape pose, deer pose, bird pose... Between the square-inch stone steps, perform the five birds forging body!

The shackles that had been blocking the young man's body were suddenly washed away, and the blood boiled and rushed under the skin. The aura of heaven and earth suddenly came like a spring breeze overnight, mixed with the sword energy in the rain, mixed with blood and blood little by little, and diffused into the limbs. , into the bones!

Be happy at this moment, enter the second realm of body forging, and forge sword energy and spirit bones!

The spirit and body exercises are carried out at the same time, the fetal breath condenses the sword pool, and the sword spirit is forged!

What kind of talent is this? !

The umbrella girl behind An Le looked surprised.

If it was an ordinary one-level forging practitioner, I was afraid that the young flowers in the mountains would be beaten down by the rain of swords from the green mountains.

But the young man went upstream against the current, drawing sword energy to cast spiritual bones, watching the rain of swords and gathering in the sword pond!

Good spirit!
No wonder he has the confidence to give this little sacred order a try.

On the mountain road, the world suddenly became silent.

An Le opened his eyes, with a smile on his lips, stepped into the second stage of body training, broke the shackles, the sword energy that overflowed from the mountain ladder became gentle, and the pressure out of thin air was like a spring breeze.

He lifted his foot and stepped on the next step.

After that, step by step, the clouds flowed smoothly, without any obstacles.

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Luo Qingchen ascended the ladder two hundred and eighty, and could no longer maintain his elegance, the rain soaked his face and Confucian shirt.

He raised his foot, but he couldn't land on the next step.

The sword energy is gushing thin, the pressure is like a mountain,
On the [-]th step, the black green blade stuck on the peach blossom tree uttered a clear sword cry, cheering and jumping for joy.

However, Luo Qingchen could only look out of reach.

Rainwater slid down the corners of his eyes, unwilling to do so.

The same is true for Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong, they sighed, knowing that this little holy decree has nothing to do with them.

On the mountain road, oil-paper umbrellas were thrown around in a mess, and practitioners lost their relaxation and satisfaction, and each encountered shackles and obstacles that were difficult to break.

Some of them twisted their faces, some gave up struggling, and some sighed...

Sure enough, chances are not so easy to come by.

Suddenly.

There are clear footsteps, and the rain bursts, rhythmic and gentle.

Don't listen to the sound of forest hitting leaves, why not scream and walk slowly.

But he saw that the white-clothed boy who was the last one came up the ladder calmly with a tattered bamboo sword on his waist.

No more difficulties and obstructions.

He surpassed one practitioner after another who stopped on the stone path.

Surpassed Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong.

Surpassed Luo Qingchen, who was unable to move forward.

Climbing the three hundred steps and coming under the peach blossom tree, the green hills seem to be charming because of this.

An Le stretched out his hand, and held the ink pool under the eyes of everyone.

Pulled out naturally.

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