Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 53 The legendary number one scholar returns to Lin'an, the sword that disappeared in the young man's hand
There are no tigers in the golden cold and frosty mountains, but there are dragons in the swords and stars.

At the intersection of Qingbo Street, there was silence.

At some point, the hurried figures on the long street disappeared without a trace, as if they had been deliberately cleared.

The burly coachman stood on the shaft of the chariot, holding a knife and bowing towards Anle.

The atmosphere wasn't chilling, but on the contrary, there was a sense of helplessness drifting away.

An Le carried the rice wine and beef, and looked at the coachman with the knife in the starry night, frowning slightly.

He looked at the chariot behind the coachman: "Luo Qingchen wants to kill me? Can someone else be in the chariot?"

The burly coachman Zhu Shan raised his head, his face was full of bitterness: "Don't worry, Mr. An, sir is not in the car."

"This time the mountain was cast, sir, I don't know."

The burly coachman himself was unwilling to take action against Anle, he knew that now that Anle was holding a small holy decree and guarded by the Jade Goddess of Linfu, it was simply beyond his mere coachman's ability to move.

But...he had no chance to choose.

Young master Qin found him and asked him to kill Anle. If he could kill Anle, Luo Qingchen, who was now heartless, could leave Lin'an Mansion safely and return to Qingzhou.

Because Luo Qingchen rejected Qin Qianqiu's request, with Qin Qianqiu's domineering temperament, he would definitely not let Luo Qingchen leave Lin'an easily, and he couldn't keep or even leave Lin'an.

Zhu Shan, the coachman, followed Luo Qingchen all the way out of Qingzhou, watched his building rise, and accompanied him when his building collapsed. It can be said that he was closest to Luo Qingchen in Lin'an.

What's more, Luo Qingchen has the grace to save his life from Zhushan.

Zhu Shan knew how much Luo Qingchen was in pain, and now the husband finally made the decision to return to Qingzhou, but he couldn't leave because of his youth.

Therefore, Zhu Shan promised Qin Qianqiu to fight An Le.

"Master An can only live if Mr. An is dead." Zhu Shan looked at An Le, guilt gradually appeared on his face.

"Maybe Mr. Xu will wash away some of the dust caused by the young master. Most importantly, Mr. can leave Lin'an, return to Qingzhou, and return to the place where the dream began."

Therefore, this is why the coachman Zhu Shanye brought a knife.

Zhu Shan, a burly coachman, looked at the young man in white clothes under the stars, under the bamboo hat, showing a touch of shame.

"Mr. An, how offending you are."

"Mr. Zhu Shanyuan can only return to Qingzhou, so he can only invite Mr. An to go on the road."

Zhu Shan lifts the knife and salutes again.

Then he jumped down from the shaft of the chariot, his feet pierced the ground, and the majestic energy and blood surged under the skin membrane, like a turbulent wave, exploding the eardrums!

Under the starlight, An Le was stunned when he heard the words. Looking at the driver with a guilty face, but still holding a knife and bursting with blood, there was not much emotion in his eyes.

"The slave is sharing the worries of the master, but you have to use my life to perform an act of loyalty. I admire your loyalty and courage, but you will not hold back because of this."

"In addition, you came to kill me, did you ask Luo Qingchen's wishes, if you die, he may really be alone in this Lin'an Mansion."

"Even if Luo Qingchen will come to kill me for your revenge, then he may be killed by a stronger person who protects me, fulfilling the wish of the person who ordered you to kill me."

An Le said softly.

His voice was like a loud bell, and Zhu Shan, the coachman who shook him, was a little dazed for a while.

Sir...will you avenge him for his death?

An Le didn't say anything else, and slowly put down the old rice wine and the beef wrapped in oil paper, and placed them neatly by the roadside.

Then he got up, looked at the burly coachman Zhu Shan who was holding a ghost-headed broadsword with a slightly dazed face, took off the ink pool at his waist, the ink pool was unsheathed, and the tip of the sword touched the ground.

An Le calmly looked at the burly coachman Zhu Shan, waiting for his choice.

In fact, An Le could guess who was the one who forced Zhu Shan to kill him, except for Qin Qianqiu, there was no one else, he refused the invitation, and immediately arranged for Zhu Shan to kill him.

In the eyes of many people, the backer of his peace and happiness is Lin Fu and Mrs. Hua, but in the eyes of Qin Qianqiu, such a backing is useless, and it even increases his determination to kill.

If it wasn't for holding the small holy decree and the rules of the holy mountain, Qin Qianqiu might dare to send practitioners from the five realms to attack and kill, taking advantage of the opportunity that Mrs. Hua is not in Lin'an.

An Le let out a sigh of relief, facing the Qin Mansion, facing Qin Qianqiu, who treats his life like nothing, An Le has a fire burning in his heart.

A gentleman repays virtue with kindness, and complains with straightness.

The kindness of a drop of water can be reciprocated by the spring, but the calculations of today's conspiracy and tricks are also kept in mind, and they will be doubled in the future.

An Le has never been a saint, kindness is kindness, hatred is hatred, it should be clear.

far away.

The burly coachman Zhu Shan's face kept changing, and finally he gritted his teeth.

The face under the bamboo hat was raised, and the guilt became more and more intense, and the blood on his body became more and more majestic like the rain in summer.

Obviously, he has made a decision.

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The carriage was parked quietly one mile away from Jingjiekou.

Qin Qianqiu got out of the chariot with Wang Qinhe in the blue shirt, stood on the shaft, bathed in the brilliance of the stars, and watched a battle that was about to break out in the distance.

"That's Luo Qingchen's coachman, right? Brother Qin can kill two birds with one stone."

Wang Qinhe said with a smile, with the Dragon's Back Saber on his waist.

"Let this coachman come and kill An Le. It would be best if he killed him. If he couldn't kill An Le, then Luo Qingchen would definitely avenge him. With Luo Qingchen's strength, if he took revenge, An Le would die, and Hua Jiebing would die." It will also kill Luo Qingchen."

"Luo Qingchen rejected your order, so you plan to completely treat him as an abandoned child."

"Tsk, Gao Ming."

Qin Qianqiu chuckled and shook his head: "It's not killing two birds with one stone, but killing three birds with one stone. Doesn't this remove a threat for Brother Wang and make Brother Wang remember his favor?"

"The Holy Mountain has rules, and no forces are allowed to send practitioners who exceed the second level of the holder of the Little Holy Order to attack and kill. Those who exceed the first level are all tempered in the eyes of the Holy Mountain."

"This coachman is just right, and I'm sure that this coachman will do his best, even burn his blood and risk his life to kill An Le."

Qin Qianqiu played with the wine cup in his hand and spoke lightly.

"Because he is a very qualified servant."

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The night black ghost makes a fire, and the sky is cold and the wild goose calls frost.

Outside Lin'an Mansion.

Evening clouds float and sink.

Under the cold moonlight, a burly figure floated in the sky, his clothes fluttered, and he carried a machete on his back. His tyrannical energy and blood seemed to change the color of the world.

He seemed to be waiting for someone, as if he was blocking someone.

A strong man who surpassed the five realms was ordered by Qin Qianqiu to block the flowers from relieving the ice for a moment.

The man doesn't know what Qin Qianqiu is going to do, but he just needs to stop him.

Suddenly, the black-clothed figure opened his eyes slowly, and the eyes contained a heart, which seemed to illuminate the stars, and looked into the distance.

A figure slowly approached in the distance.

Not one figure, but two.

A man with a graceful figure and a beautiful appearance, dressed in splendid neon clothes, paced in the night sky, his body seemed to be illuminated by the light of Buddha, the sword energy gave birth to Guanyin, it was the jade Guanyin of Linfu, the flower melted the ice.

What made the man's eyes shrink was the man in Confucian shirt and sword beside Hua Jiebing.

The man in black just looked at it at a glance, and the man in black felt the infinite sword energy, like the vast sky and sea capsized, like piercing the starry sky, letting the stars vent.

"Li You'an, general... General!"

The man in black was shocked.

Mrs. Hua walks in the dark clouds of the evening, bathed in the moonlight and starlight, and a statue of Guanyin is born from the sword spirit behind her, with kind eyebrows and coldness.

"Qin Qianqiu specially sent you to stop me? It seems that he sincerely wants to do something to An Le. Once the ordinary boy shines, he will attract jealousy and murder, just because he is close to my Lin family..."

Hua Jiebing sighed.

However, Hua Jiebing is really not worried about Anle's safety.

After all, An Le's waist and sword are green mountains, protected by the legendary old emperor uncle, unless Qin Qianqiu kills An Le regardless of the cost, An Le will live and die without worry.

Above the sea of ​​clouds.

The man in the Confucian shirt was wearing a sword at his waist, and looked at the black-clothed practitioner who wanted to stop Hua Jiebing.

The terrifying pressure made the practitioner in black sweat on his forehead.

"I remember you. You were just transferred back to Kyoto from the Canglang River battlefield. When you returned to Lin'an, you were blindfolded by Lin'an's prosperity? Others helped to do unscrupulous things for their own self-interest. You returned to Lin'an to do such dirty things?"

The faint voice pierced into the heart of the man in black like a sharp sword.

"Report to the military department by yourself, transfer back to the front line to kill the enemy, don't let me see you in Lin'an."

Hua Jiebing and Li Youan passed by the man in black.

No killing, no attack.

But the light words made the back of the man in black soaked in sweat.

Looking at the back of Li Youan and Hua Jiebing leaving.

The man in black cupped his fists and bowed deeply.

"The last will obey."

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Zhu Shan holds a broad sword, and since he has made a decision, he will not go back on his word, even though he knows who the beneficiary is behind all this.

But he still has to gamble, so that his husband can return to Qingzhou.

The burly coachman came step by step, the blood of the inner alchemy on his body was vented like a mountain torrent.

With one step down, the long street bluestone seemed to vibrate.

Afterwards, Zhu Shan began to run, speed up, faster and faster, the broad-faced long knife was smeared with blood, and the majestic momentum was like a mountain rain!
He is extremely dignified, and he will go all out when he makes a move. Although his martial arts cultivation is at a high level of Gao Anle, he dare not underestimate him!
Charge quickly, the target is the white-clothed boy who stands still and holds a black long sword.

The eyes are fixed on it, like a giant bear staring at its prey!
An Le bathed in the starlight, her complexion was as usual, and the night wind blew in, making her white clothes flutter.

A gust of wind blows.

Zhu Shan's pupils shrank suddenly while running.

But he saw the inkwell in An Le's hand...

Gone!
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